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Shouto Todoroki is Petrified.
Who wouldn't be after hearing that tone ... Aizawa looked so parental; not that Shouto would know much, he hasn't seen much parental love since his mother had been put away... Stuttering, Shouto says –
"Mr. Aizawa! H-hi! w-what can I d-do for you?"
Internally, Shouto cursed his stuttered self. The man was giving off an intimidating aura, scaring Shouto more than any villain could. Red flashed in the teacher's eyes and Shouto flinched; Aizawa spoke up –
"What are your intentions with my Son?"
'his son?' Shouto had no idea that this demon in the form of a teacher had a child, someone who might be as terrifying as their father. Then Shouto thought about what his teacher asked; 'My intensions?' He may be socially deprived, but he knew some stuff about romance, (He read romance novels with his sister, but no one needs to know that...) and this was a question a parent asks a person dating their child to see if they love one another. Spit taking, Shouto looked wide eyed at his teacher, asking –
"You mean... I-Izuku? He's your son?"
' <U> That </U> was unexpected.' Shouto thinks. Subconsciously, Shouto crossed off his – 'Shinsou is Aizawa's Love Child' Theory, and thinking he'll have to cross it off in his Conspiracy Theory Notebook when he returns from the camp. Zoning back in, Shouto says to Aizawa –
"Mr. Aizawa... My intention with your son is to love him. To protect him. Not that he needs protecting anyway... " The last part was grumbled underneath his breath, but the sentiment remained the same. Shouto continued –
"I love him; I know it seems a little early to say that, but I do. Izu's life has been filled with hardship after hardship, bump after bump on his path to become a hero. I want to stand by his side and be the person that he looks to for help, to heal and to move one." Whistling, Aizawa responses –
"You fell hard."
Blunt and to the point as all ways...
Shouto blushed heavily but accepted that, yes, he had fallen for the green haired hero in his class. Not official Pro hero, but Shouto's own personal hero; the one who had saved him from his old life. Then a thought strikes Shouto –
"What about Shinsou? You are always with him after school." Stroking his stubble, Aizawa replies –
"I'm training the boy to be fully integrated into the Hero Course; he'll probably be in the class after this trip."
Ah. That'll do it.
"So, the Principle is finalising the transfer then?"
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