You Are Worthy // DADZAWA (SEQUEL TO Y.A.L)

TWO

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Song: Parents
Artist: YUNGBLOOD
Chapter Name: ⚠️ Mistakes Happen ⚠️
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T H I R D   P E R S O N   P O V

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Shouta yells louder than thunder.

The room smells like shit. Twelve kids sitting in a circle with guilty looks plastered on their faces as they look up to see their livid teacher standing in front of them. Izuku, Momo, Kyouka, Katsuki, Hanta, Ochako, Tsu, Hitoshi, Tenya, Shouto, Denki, and Eijirou all drop the drugs they're holding, and freeze.

"THE HELL, YOU IDIOTS! DO YOU FUCKING REALIZE HOW DANGEROUS THIS SHIT CAN BE?" Shouta screams at the kids as he quickly goes around and collects the juuls pods and weed laying out on the floor.

"All of you, give me your fucking juuls." Shouta says with anger intertwining every word he says. He holds his hand out to every student for their stupid crap. They all guiltily give Shouta the little device, all keeping silent at the same time.

"What the hell were you all thinking? You idiots!" Shouta says as he dumps the drugs into a trash bag.

"U-Um—"

"DID I SAY YOU CAN FUCKING TALK, SHINSOU?" Shouta glares lividly at the teenager, who flinches back. The boy stands up and walks over to Tenya's closet. He shuts himself in, like this is a reflex from his childhood.

However, Shouta's to fucking angry to care.

"ALL OF YOU, GO TO YOUR ROOMS! GO STRAIGHT TO BED, AND DO NOT COME OUT UNTIL MIC AND I HAVE TALKED TO YOU ABOUT THIS SHIT. WHAT JUST HAPPENED IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE. GO!" Shouta points at the bedroom's door. With sad looks, everybody but Shinsou, Bakugou, and Iida leave the room.

"Shinsou, that means you too." Aizawa says sternly.

No answer comes from the closest.

"SHINSOU. NOW." Shouta shouts sternly. However, no lavender hair can be seen leaving the closet.

"DON'T FUCKING TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT!" The resident explosive blonde yells back. Shouta whips his head around towards the kid. He gives the kid a harsh glare, making the boy look down.

Aizawa stares at the kid with even more harsh intent, as Shinsou attempts to sneak out behind Shouta. The skittish boy runs out of the room, completely avoiding the man. Aizawa growls in annoyance and a whole bunch of anger.

"YOU TWO!" Shouta turns around and yells, "GO TO SLEEP!"

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As Shouta is taking out the trash, he sees Hizashi walk up the driveway. The man turns to face his husband, stone-faced.

"Hey baby, what's up?" The blonde happily kisses his husband on the cheek.

"Oh, you will never believe what I found while you were out." Shouta groans and rubs his forehead stressfully. "I found some of the kids juuling and smoking weed."

"WHAT THE HELL?" Hizashi squawks like a parakeet on crack.

"Exactly." Shouta shuts up, as he stomps into the house. Hizashi follows his husband on his heels. Shouta goes into the kitchen and grabs his giant coffee cup, which is sitting on the counter. Hizashi heads over to the fridge and grabs a cup of water.

"Alright, well—how should we handle this?" Hizashi sighs as he questions Shouta.

For once in his life, Shouta keeps his sarcastic mouth shut.

"What happened when you walked in on the kids, babe? Did you say anything to them, or maybe accused them of something? You're quiet, and that's never a good sign with you." Hizashi points out.

"I told Hitoshi not to talk. He flinched, Hizashi. It hurt to see him do that." Shouta rubs his head again. Hizashi gives his husband a sad look. "Then he walked himself over to Tenya's closet and locked himself in there." The man finishes, and he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Alright, before you talk to him, apologize. And when you talk to the kids—all of them—make sure you don't yell in their faces again. Just gently tell them what they did wrong, and I'll think of a suitable punished for them." Hizashi carefully explains.

"Alright, yeah. That's fair." Shouta agrees.

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The next morning, Shouta and Hizashi drag themselves to Yuuga and Izuku's room. The sparkling boy is already up, applying his morning face cream. Hizashi gently ruffles the kid's hair as Shouta trudges over time wake up Izuku.

"Kid, wake up. We gotta talk." Shouta says sternly as Hizashi gives him the stink eye.

Izuku shifts a little under the blanket. Shouta can hear Hizashi softly asking Yuuga to finish up his morning routine in the bathroom. The boy just smiles and walks off, closing the door softly behind him.

Now sitting up, Izuku, stares at Shouta with a sad look.

"I'm s-sorry. I didn't m-mean it." The boy pleads with Shouta. "I j-just wanted t-the anxiety t-to go a-away." Izuku says grabbing the man's arm.

Shouta stays silent and recalls the events of last night. He thought the kid was safe in his bed, but he really had just stuffed his spot with a pillow. When he first saw Izuku's face last night, it was filled with genuine guilt.

The man sighs as he sternly looks Izuku in the eyes.

"Listen, kid. What you did last night was wrong. But I'm not angry anymore, and I shouldn't have yelled last night. I'm sorry about that. How I acted was cold and mean." Shouta starts. Izuku's faces to one of guilty confusion. Izuku opens his mouth to say something, but Shouta cuts him off.

"I just want you and the others to be safe; and I was so worried that I took out my anger on you. You didn't deserve that." Shouta rubs the boys hair lightly, with Izuku leaning into the touch.

"And I'm sorry that you felt the need to have to smoke to get rid of your anxiety. From now on, please just come to me whenever you feel bad. I want to help you, Izuku. That's what I'm here for, okay? Just please don't do drugs anymore; they're dangerous, and they will also ruin your reputation." Shouta finishes as he coaxes the boy into a tight hug.

Aizawa feels wet tears start to parade down his shirt—but he doesn't care. He only cares about making sure his kid is okay.

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YEET.

WELP—WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, DON'T READ THEM.

WHERE THE HELL DID MY INNOCENCE GO.