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        He woke up from a dreamless sleep with a sharp inhale every bruise, bite mark and tear from the night before screaming at him and for a moment his mind scrambled behind a confused haze trying to remember how the hell he’d injured his asshole when it all came back to him in shocking clarity that blinded him from the room around him. His husband, flashes of laughter, aggression, and lust swarmed his vision and all the bite marks bruises, scratches, and…. tears from the previous night made themselves known in the forefront of his mind and before he had a chance to brace himself Aizawa Shouta vomited over the side of the bed, bringing up nothing but bile and saliva.

            “Square breathing” he told himself aloud, “in for 4” ‘1,2,3,4’ “hold” ‘1,2,3,4”….

            When he finally had his breathing under control again, he glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand of the unused dorm room that he had escaped to once his drunk husband had fallen asleep on top of him after, he felt himself start to gag again and stopped the thought before it progressed, 3:26 AM. He only had a couple of hours before the early risers like Bakugo, and Todoroki got up to go for their morning jogs, so he had to be fast if he was going to make himself even remotely presentable to his students.

             It was Midnight Sensei’s turn to supervise 1A that weekend if he slipped out for a few hours they wouldn’t be without an adult he reassured himself so he got up out of the borrowed bed, cleaned up his mess in spite of his body’s insistent protests and made his way to his agency to shower, bandage his wounds, and try to get his head back on straight.

            Aizawa Shouta limped into his agency and snuck into the back so that his agoraphobic secretary wouldn’t question him on his injuries that he got during his day off. All injuries were recorded meticulously to ensure that the villains he fought would receive the maximum sentence and to keep track of the kinds of crimes and violence were committed by petty criminals to determine when or if it was appropriate to upgrade small time criminals to low ranked villain status.

            He knew that sexual violence automatically bumped a person up to villain status and was taken very seriously, and he knew that he’d taught his students year after year that violence of any kind between partners was always a crime and must be reported to the police, their parents or a teacher, but he just didn’t have it in his heart to label his husband as an abuser. Especially after he let it slip the night before that he had been so unsatisfied and frustrated with their marriage because he had never acquiesced to Hizashi’s gentle requests for sex before.

            He wasn’t sex repulsed, Hizashi’s cute but annoying teasing requests never made him feel anything remotely close to dread, annoyed and put off sure, but never dread. He just really wasn’t interested and knowing that he is asexual Hizashi had never pushed things past a playful request and always dropped the topic and moved on as soon as he responded in the negative.

            Hizashi was always loyal and would never stray from him, he had just never realized how much of a need sex seemed to be for his partner and the pain and guilt in his gut for “holding out on him” hurt almost as much as the damage from the rough sex that they had had last night.

            He had never felt guilty before turning down sex with his husband, because he had always been open with Hizashi since they started dating that he was asexual, it had been discussed and understood when Hizashi had proposed, and when they got married. He has always been a sex-averse asexual not a sex-repulsed asexual so Hizashi’s gentle requests for sex had never broken any boundary.

            He should have just let Hizashi do what he wanted, had he not fought him he was sure that Hizashi would have been gentle, it was the least that he could do for all the patience his husband had for him and his quiet grumpy personality.

            It was his fault; he’d driven him to it. Hadn’t he? Hizashi was drunk, and, and he wouldn’t have hurt him so badly had he just let him have his way with him in the first place.

            It was only through his years of training and practice as an underground hero that he managed to make it to the showers in the back of his agency unnoticed after briefly stopping by the costume room, where supplies to create disguises for his undercover work were kept and he retrieved the high-quality stage makeup so that he could cover up the evidence of last night’s nightmare.

            As he undressed and prepared himself to sit in the shower area of the bathroom and begin to wash himself clean, he made a conscious effort to avoid looking at his beaten-up body. The scratches and bite marks stung with pain when let the hot water wash over them, as he rubbed them clean with soap and they began lightly bleeding again, he grit his teeth and just scrubbed harder, flashes of Hizashi’s lust filled face and the sensation of his tongue licking up his face to imbibe his tears made him unconscious scrub harder and harder at his bruised and bleeding skin.  As the moment passed, he realized that he had scratched the bitemark on his forearm raw and that now a steady stream of diluted blood ran down his arm onto the tile below and he allowed the swirl of the clear pinkish water flowing down the drain to empty his mind of all thoughts before mindlessly getting back to more gently scrubbing himself clean.

            When it inevitably came time to clean himself between his legs and assess himself for the level of damage, he failed to look away as he stood up from the stool that he sat upon and saw a large puddle of blood mixed with an unmistakable collection of dark pink liquid that clearly was still inside of him, and before he had a chance to brace himself he vomited the little coffee he had managed to down earlier.

            He felt so dirty and used and it took him every ounce of self-control not to scream in agony at the top of his lungs. He shouldn’t feel dirty, this was all his fault for holding out on Hizashi, and it wasn’t some random stranger’s semen that ran down his thighs but his husbands.

            Feeling so dirty and used felt like a betrayal in of itself to Hizashi and he stopped his periling thoughts with some more square breathing before once again letting his mind go numb as he attempted to clean himself out and check for the severity of the tearing. He grimaced as he felt two very large tears one of which went beyond how far into his anus he could reach with his hand in spite of how flexible and nimble he was, fuck, those were unlikely to stop bleeding anytime soon, and there was no way that he would go to Recovery Girl to speed up the healing process, she’d likely have to stitch him up internally and even if he didn’t disclose the nature of his injuries she knows that he is ace and would be able to figure out what happened even without her quirk.

            What happened… he continued to push down the voice at the back of his head that kept telling him that he had been raped, that his husband had violently raped him and that Hizashi’s act of violence was a crime, a crime which he was washing away the evidence of.

            He was relieved that he didn’t have any classes to teach that day considering it was a Sunday and that he’d swapped his patrol with another underground hero so that said hero could be off on her and her partner’s anniversary, and thus he had no patrol that night.

            He knew that Kayama would do a good job supervising his hellions without him, but if he wasn’t lounging around campus, in his on-campus apartment with Hizashi where they were always instructed to call or text him in advance before they knocked on their door or in his office she and his students would worry. He knew that he cared too much for all his students, making self-available to them whenever they needed him even when it wasn’t his turn, and not for the first time his overprotective and caring nature was going to bite him in the butt.

            As he wrapped up cleaning himself up thinking tenderly about his students an involuntary and violent intrusive thought invaded his psyche. His mind imagined an amorphas blur that represented any one of his students being attacked and raped by Hizashi when they knocked on their door when looking for him. He snapped out of the intrusive scene when pain erupted from his fist and he realized he had punched the wall, the tiles of which cracked and fell from the wall to the floor below.

            Fuck. He hoped he hadn’t alerted his secretary to his presence.

            Finally, he finished drying himself off and prepared to apply make up to all his visible injuries and checked his phone for the time. 4:48 AM fuck, he was short on time. His internal injuries were severe enough that he couldn’t just wait for them to heal on their own, he would need stitches, and while he had a lot of experience stitching himself up after patrol there was no way he’d be able to fix himself internally, and with all his bitemarks freshly bleeding and requiring stiches of their own, he realized that he was foolish to thin that he could just stich himself back together, cover everything up with makeup and return to U.A. as if nothing was amiss.

            So instead, he bandaged up what he could and got dressed in civilian clothing that didn’t resemble his hero gear, wrapped a red cashmere scarf around his neck to cover the bruising hickeys and bite on his collarbone and grabbed his phone to call Hawks.

            The number three hero worked undercover with the League of Villains and ended up falling in love with the villain Dabi with whom he shared a secret homosexual relationship. Dabi was unstable and prone to violence and their escapades more frequently than the caring underground hero was comfortable with left Hawks injured and in need of medical intervention.

            He was familiar with BDSM but this wasn’t that, this was abuse, as he told the young hero time and time again, but the stubborn kid always brushed him off and assured the his worried coworker that it was all consensual, no matter how many times Aizawa pointed out how much more the young hero flinched when people touched him since being in a relationship with the villain. After a while, Eraserhead finally go the message that nothing he could say or do would change Hawk’s mind about Dabi and that continuing to push the kid would only push him away if he ever decided to ask him for help and they had reached a begrudging understanding on the matter. He hoped that this truce that they had reached on the matter would mean that the young hero-ling wouldn’t question him about his injuries or try to talk him into reporting his husband.

            So, he ignored the nagging voice at the back of his mind that told him that he was a hypocrite and dialed Hawks.

            The phone only rang three times before Hawks picked up “’Razer, its like five fucking o’clock in the morning and I know that you didn’t have patrol today why on earth are you waking me at this ungodly hour. Dabi will be pissed if I wake him…”

            “I, I need you to come and get me” Aizawa nearly choked out but managed to voice in a tone near enough to his normal monotone that he hoped Hawks wouldn’t pick up on his distress.

            “Why me? I am with Dabi right now so I know that this can’t have anything to do with the LOV’s activities and…” Hawks whispered into the phone.

            “This isn’t about the league, I need you to take me to that, that illegal clinic…” Eraserhead interrupted.

            “The clinic?!” Hawks nearly shouted but managed to reel himself in “Who hurt you?! It has to be bad if you can’t treat…”

            “Shut up and come get me, you know that they won’t see me without an in person invite from one of their clients. I’ve stopped pushing you about you and Dabi, the least that you can do is extend me the same curtesy. Now can you come and get me or not? If I don’t make it back to campus before 9:30 my students are going to worry and try to find me and I really don’t want to have to deal with that shit right now.”

            “It was Yamada, wasn’t it?” Hawks found himself asking before thinking better of it before he had a chance to backtrack and apologize the line went dead and the full gravity of the situation finally hit him.

            Razer had been hurt and almost certainly raped by his husband and his injuries were severe enough to need outside medical care… every instinct of his wanted to go find the bastard and beat him within an inch of his life, but he knew that if he did that Razer wouldn’t hesitate to reveal his relationship with Dabi to the HSPC and that would lead to him being pulled from his undercover up, barred from ever seeing Dabi again and reprimanded for risking damage to his image so he reared himself back in, wrote a note to Dabi that someone from his hero life needed immediate assistance, and exited the rundown apartment from the balcony before spreading his black hair sprayed wings and soared though the sky at breakneck speed to Razer’s hero agency.

            The reality of the severity of Razer’s wounds made Hawks feel ill and the talons that the HSPC forced him to keep hidden emerged from his hands and feet against his will. He knew that it was a violation of the underground hero’s privacy to request the records from the unlicensed doctor from the clinic, but his worry and curiosity overwrote his sense of decency and with the file in hand he found himself in a state of shock.

            For all the violence and ignorance about the meaning of the word no, Dabi had never injured him as badly as Razer had been injured and with Dabi, he always ended up consenting in the end anyway. Razer’s concern was unwarranted. Between them it was mostly burns and the occasional moderate tear that he got fixed up so that the injury wouldn’t worsen the next time that Dabi and he had sex. Razer’s injuries couldn’t have possibly come from a consensual encounter, and he knew that if it had been a stranger, or likely anyone else but Yamada, that he wouldn’t have insisted so pleadingly that he kept it a secret and would have gone directly to a Hero Hospital and Tsukauchi himself.

            He knew about the unspoken promise between them, but he couldn’t just let this be.

            What the fuck was he supposed to do?! Razer clearly needed help, but he couldn’t tell anyone in any way that it would implicate him and as far as he knew he was the only one who knew besides Razer and the rapist himself and after working with the underground hero for months he knew that Eraserhead would have no problem hiding his pain and acting like nothing was wrong.

            He’d have to get Kurogiri involved, he knew of the nomu’s history though he would never tell Razer and while the warp gate villain had no memories of his life, the number three hero knew that with his innate protective nature and secret fondness for the underground hero, the mist villain wouldn’t hesitate to kidnap the voice hero and bring him to justice when he learned about the vile fake hero’s misdeeds.

            He’d just have to figure out some believable reason behind why the League suddenly targeted such a well-loved public hero and why the Leage would target him over any of the rest of the teachers at U.A had thwarted who the League’s efforts at the USJ.

As he wrapped up his makeup at 8:50 in the morning, the strong pain meds that he’d been ‘forced’ to take by the ‘doctor’ before she treated him made his mind foggy and he prayed to the gods that his attempt at imitating his permanent eyebags with makeup after covering up his blackeye and the stitch over his eyebrow was good enough to seem natural.

Thanks to the weak heling quirk from one of the techs at the clinic, any swelling on his face had gone down enough to be fully covered by the stage makeup but he could do nothing to hide the blood in the white sclera of his eye.

So, he put on a pair of random sunglasses and hoped that feigning a migraine which overuse of his quirk made him prone to would be enough to excuse his need of them. His eyes tended to heal faster than was typically natural due to his quirk, so between that and the minor healing form the tech at the clinic he knew that the blood would be reabsorbed by the end of the day. In the meantime he was aware that it looked bad and not being able to apply his eyedrops to combat his chronic dry eye another aspect of his quirk unless he snuck away to privacy could make the fake migraine that he could already feel trying to make itself real at the back of his head a reality and he knew that pain meds or no pain meds, the non-pain related symptoms of a migraine would be bothersome. So, he preemptively took his migraine medicine heedless of if it would interfere with the annoyingly strong narcotic that he had to take at the clinic.

Gods he hoped that that shit wasn’t illegal. That at least was easier to mull over than the memories from the night before.

Fucking hell how was he going to react when he saw his husband on campus at some point today.

He knew how incapacitated Hizashi was with a hangover when he wasn’t there to get him to drink plenty of water and take some headache meds so chances were that he wouldn’t leave their shared apartment until the evening, but would he go looking for him if he didn’t return to their apartment tonight?

As much as he needed to keep up appearances, he knew that there was no way that he would be ready to face his husband so soon after… after that… so before he could think any better of it, he called Sansa, and asked if there were any new cases that needed an underground hero that he could begin working tonight.

Sansa of course questioned why he had reached out to him and not Tsukauchi who usually liaised and coordinated with heroes, but he managed to circumvent that questioning by informing the cat man that he knew that the Lie Detector and Yagi had spent the night together and he didn’t want to disturb them.

Once the blood in his sclera was reabsorbed, he was confident that he could prevent Tsukauchi from suspecting anything was awry or questioning his state of mind.

Once he got a tentative case from the cat head officer with instructions to stake out a potential trigger deal going down outside of Musutafu he finalized his look, took one last sip of the last jelly pouch he kept at his agency (his secretary loved them and clearly hadn’t gotten around to ordering more to replace the ones she ate yet) and set off to make the trek back to U.A. with minutes to spare as his speed across rooftops was severely hindered by the drugs and his injuries.

He couldn’t think about them now, he had to keep up appearances for his students and Nemuri, she was too good at picking up on his subtle moods for his liking and with her technically in charge of the hellions for the day, he would have to pull out every acting skill he honed for his undercover ops to keep her concern off him.

He knew that it was his fault that Hizashi had reached his braking point, and he also knew that no matter what he told her, Neumuri would never come around to his side of things and would force him to denounce his beloved husband and send him to prison.

When Aizawa Shouta entered the dorm building at 9:28 from off campus and she saw the sunglasses on his face indoors, and the lack of pale complexion of his features indicating that he was wearing makeup Midnight found herself puzzled and concerned.

She knew that Shouta didn’t have patrol the night before and if he had just come back from a new undercover operation that had occurred sometime in the early morning that he would have removed the makeup before showering and changing into his regular hero uniform, and she couldn’t help but notice the limp that he tried to hide.

An undercover op gone wrong, it had to be, right, but if that were the case surely, he would have sent to the teachers group chat that he would be on a job and unavailable in the early morning if that were the case.

Unless this op was so secret that he couldn’t even disclose that he would be occupied, but that would mean that she couldn’t ask him about it, so she would just have to watch him closely and as subtly as she could to see if there was anything she could do to help her best friend, and to evaluate the severity of the injuries that he was clearly trying to hide.

What the fuck had he gotten himself into that he was injured enough that he covered himself with so much makeup and was unable to disguise the limp in his step.

She’d whip the hell out of whoever hurt her Shouta if only she knew who had hurt him.

“What’s with the sunglasses dork?!” she teased hoping that he might trust her enough to say something that would let her know if he was okay. Clearly, he wasn’t but she could use a bit of reassurance.

“Migraine” he grumbled out in a tone gravellier and gruffer than his normal deep rusty baritone, “Now shut up before you make it worse, I already know that the brats are incapable of quieting down and your high-pitched teasing will just make it worse”

Shit, something had to be seriously wrong for him to insult her without the tiny smile that always accompanied his half assed insults whenever they insulted each other like siblings.

“Have you gone to see Recovery Girl about it?” she asked hopefully knowing that Shouta would see right through her admittance that she knew that it was more than a migraine considering that migraines not being an injury there was little that the healing heroine could do.

“You know that she can’t help with my migraines now shut up and let me get to my office so that I don’t have to run into any of the hellions with an icepick stabbing into by brain before I have to” Aizawa-Sensei growled back.

Realizing her friends growing agitation and uncharacteristic hint of real and not played up aggression Midnight-Sensei shut up and let Shouta pass her by and make a bee line to his office before nearly slamming the door.

Concerned by his out of character behavior and realizing that he didn’t seem like he would open up to her or let her comfort him in any capacity, she decided to call Hizashi.

If anyone could bring Shouta out of his funk, it would be his husband.

After the fourth call she made to the Voice Hero went to voicemail she decided to text Snipe and have him check on Hizashi. She now suspected that Hizashi had likely come home drunk and the two of them had had some sort of fight about it and Shouta hadn’t managed to get his idiot partner to drink water and the dumb blond was likely passed out with a killer hangover.

Knowing how hard those hit Hizashi, she knew someone would have to go and make sure that he didn’t asphyxiate on his own vomit or some other stupid shit that he risked when he got drunk and didn’t drink enough water and clearly Shouta was in no shape to go and attend to the idiot.

If only she knew how close, she was in her conjecture to the violence that had occurred between two of her best friends so close to the rest of the staff and the students the night before.

When Snipe found Yamada Hizashi sitting on the couch drinking vodka directly from the bottle in nothing but a bath towel sporting various scrapes and bruises all over his largely uncovered body that either indicated some very kinky sex or defensive wounds and he took in the state of the living room he could barely keep himself from staring.

What the hell happened here, he wondered. Based on what Kayama-San had told him something was up with Aizawa-San and based on the dead eyes of his coworker, the fact that he was drinking, at 9 something in the morning, and scratches and bruises that the voice hero made no effort to hide, and the state of the apartment, lead to one daunting conclusion.

Sweet, kind, loyal Yamada Hizashi had likely gotten drunk, and had almost certainly had cheated on Aizawa-San likely due to his asexuality, and that they had had a fight over it and things had gotten tossed around.

Righteous indignation welled up in his core, but he also knew how reckless of a partier and drinker that the voice hero was and no matter how much he wanted to let the stupid blond deal with the consequences of his own actions, he would never let one of his friends, even if the friend label was loose now, hurt themselves so he approached the drunk hero with slow open movements.

“I am going to take that vodka from you now. Okay?” Snipe stated, and Yamada-San just let him.

When he had gotten the bottle away from Yamada-San and cleared out all the alcohol from the apartment, he sat down beside his very drunk coworker, shoved a large glass of water into his hand and asked “Yamada, what the hell happened last night?”

“It was his fucking turn” Yamada drawled out drunkenly slurring his word. “Fucking prude has been holding out on me… It Was His Fucking Turn” he screamed out painfully slamming his pointer finger into the coffee table with each word, Voice fully activated making pain explode from Snipes ears the sound proofing of the apartment doing little to dampen the sheer volume of the drunk man’s quirk and sending the half empty glass of water flying across the room from the sheer force of his Shout shattering it to pieces.

Clearly the blond couldn’t be reasoned with until he sobered up.

“You know what,” Snipe acquiesced “I’ll drop it. Now why don’t you go get yourself dressed in some sleep clothes while I tidy up the glass and get you more water so that you can sleep this off.”

Present Mic just huffed before standing up and heading for his bedroom while muttering under his breath.

If Snipe’s hearing wasn’t still impaired by being in such close proximity to Yamada’s uncontrolled quirk, he would have herd him muttering “fucking prude, holding out on me, could have made it good but he just had to fight me, bastard.”

After cleaning up the glass shards and wiping up the water the sniper hero filled two more large glasses of water and brought them over to his drunk colleague. If he managed to get Yamada-San to finish the two glasses at least he could leave the idiot to his slumber and would only have to check on him every few hours rather than needing to keep a constant watch.

           When he had finally managed to persuade Yamada-San to drink the two glasses of water and had him tucked irritatingly unclothed into bed, he was not in the mood to dress his coworker if he refused to see reason and he barely kept his annoyance with him at bay when the bastard had clearly cheated on his coworker and friend Aizawa-San.

            The place was a mess and while his good nature would usually lead him to tidy up the place for his drunken friends he was too pissed at the voice hero to tidy the place up for him, he worried for a moment that, doing so would leave Aizawa-San to clean it up so he left a note for the drunk idiot to find that threatened that he wouldn’t hold back the next time that they trained their quirkless fighting skills that Aizawa-San had all the staff train if he learned that Yamada didn’t clean things up himself.

            Unfortunately, as a result of his irritation at the pathetic cheater, Snipe missed the small amount of blood mixed with semen that peaked out from under the hastily relocated rug that Yamada had thrown over the evidence of his misdeeds.

            He needed to report to Kayama and he knew that she would be pissed and would take her anger out on the messenger, but he knew that they would need the R-Rated heroine on their side if himself and a select group of coworkers from the school and hero work were going to launch an intervention and get the too loyal and stubborn Aizawa to reconsider his commitment to a relationship that clearly had some serious issues that went beyond infidelity if the state of the apartment, and the aggressive and odd statement from Yamada-San were any indication. There had clearly been a struggle and while both Yamada and Aizawa were both pro-heroes the scratches and bruises on the voice hero’s body were clearly from kinky/rough sex and not from any type of brawl and the trained sniper didn’t fail to notice the bruise forming on Yamada’s knuckles.

            With the information that Aizawa-San was wearing makeup, and sunglasses, from Kayama-San Snipe couldn’t escape the sinking feeling in his gut that told him that his former friend had likely punched his friend in the face, and he knew with conviction that he would never let domestic violence stand, even if it was only the first time that his former friend had hit Aizawa.

            Shit, he had to get out of the apartment before he made any foolish mistakes and beat up the stupid fucker senseless. If he did that, he would only alienate Aizawa-Kun and send the kid right back to the bastard who hurt him.

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Aizawa Sensei hadn’t meant to fall into a deep sleep during homeroom. Normally the insomniac hero was a master of sleeping like a housecat gaining much needed rest but aware of the goings on in his classroom or the teacher lounge and ready to jump up and act in whatever manner was needed in a moment’s notice. But he was exhausted and in spite of being fully aware of his own guilt in the situation in his waking hours, in his sleep his mind categorized the events of him and his husbands first time together as nothing but pain, betrayal, and brutal violence. And in the midst of his nightmare, he could feel everything as if the events were happening again and he could feel his heart beating rapidly and erratically in his chest in spite of his deep slumber.

Midoriya was the first to notice his sensei’s distress noting his sensei’s subtle but agitated twitching, quick stuttering breaths, face contorted in a clear mask of distress, and eyes rapidly shifting backward and forward before tightly crunched eyelids. Aizawa Sensei was clearly in the dregs of a nightmare that his sensei showed no signs of coming out of anytime soon.

“Um sorry Tokoyami, I I’d love to hear your a another p p Poem of Darkness later, b but I I just remembered I have to ask Ai Aizawa Sensei an i im important qu question, I should have asked h him at the start of of c cl class so it is kinda urgent, and its k kkinda private so I I must take my l leave. Ss Sorry!”

Midoriya hated lying to his friend but he knew that Aizawa Sensei would be embarrassed if any of his fellow classmates noticed his distress and vulnerability so he hoped that by saying that the question was personal would keep Tokoyami or any other prying ears from intruding and pulls out a handful of his hidden stash of pre-charged glow in the dark dinosaurs that keeps in a dinosaur bag with a blue light flashlight to keep Dark Shadow occupied and nervously approaches the area behind Aizawa Sensei’s desk where his distressed sensei’s subtly twitches amidst his nightmare.

The concerned caring hero-ling kneels down to his sensei’s level and strategically places his body in such a way that he is blocking what can be seen of his sensei poking out from behind the desk from view of his classmates.

“A Aizawa s se Sensei w wa wake up p please. Y yo your having a nightmare.” He half speaks half whispers into his sensei’s ear noting with rising levels of internal distress that his sensei, the amazing unbeatable Eraserhead is quietly whimpering, and the beginnings of tears are forming at the corners of his eyes.

“S se Sensei p please wake up!” he begs “p pl please” he begs repeatedly in ever increasing distress as his quiet imploring voice fails to wake his poor sensei.

Midoriya knows how much he hates being woken up from a nightmare by touch but at this point he is desperate so he begins gently shaking his teacher only for his fear and worry for his stoic sensei as his whimpering becomes more pronounced and his body curls into itself pitifully in his yellow sleeping bag.

He doesn’t know what his sensei is having a nightmare about but it is clearly something awful, and as he quickly pulls his hand back from Aizawa Sensei images of the last time that his sensei was in such a vulnerable position flash before his eyes and images of the USJ and the desperate look on his Sensei’s face when Shigaraki reached out to disintegrate Tsuyu… Tsu, while fighting for his own life pulls Midoriya back to reality and he realizes that Eraserhead is a true hero and that calling out for help might wake him if everything else failed. So he calls out to his sensei pouring ever ounce all the worry, concern, fear and distress in his heart into his voice and whisper screams out to Aizawa Sensei, “Help Me Aizawa Sensei!! Help ME Please!! Help…!”

As his mind and senses relive that horrible night a young voice breaks through the sound of Hizashi’s cruel and possessive words and his own screams. Everything still hurts and he can barely breath but as he focuses more on the voice, he can clearly identify it as one of his problem children desperately crying out to him for help and he is awake in an instant trying desperately to remove himself from the confines of his sleeping bag so that he can jump up to rescue one of his kids from danger.

As his moment of sheer panic fades and he calms himself enough to stop his thrashing and takes in an appraising look around his classroom. Seeing no clear indicator of danger, in spite of his racing heart he takes note of the crying green-haired problem child kneeling in front of him whose hands shake as he attempts to help unzip his sleeping bag. Midoriya Kun is known for his frequent never-ending streams of tears but in this instance only slow faltering tears flow from his kid’s eyes still reeling from his nightmare invasive and penetrating flashes of mirthful the face of his husband and the sensation a hot tongue and the scent of alcoholic breath as his husband had licked the tears from his face sends his protective instincts on overdrive and before he can even process his movements he has got his student held firmly and defensively in his arms and onto his now free lap and nothing in the universe could be strong enough to take his kid away from him.

The rest of his class stares down at the pair in total silence frozen in a state of shock. Jiro, having heard everything and having been aware of the situation unfolding at the front of the classroom the entire time due to her super hearing makes eye contact with Shinso who breaks from his shock and stands to approach his mentor. Seeing how tightly that his sensei is holding his rival, and the look on Midoriya’s face he kneels before Aizawa Sensei and asks as gently but commandingly as possible,

“Aizawa Sensei, can you please let go of Midoriya? I think you’re hurting him, and he seems very uncomfortable”

His mentor doesn’t answer him verbally only holding on to Midoriya more firmly as he shakes his head in a strong nonverbal no. Aizawa Sensei’s quirk is still activated and Hitoshi can tell that his eyes are bothering him as tears have gathered around his dry red eyes.

When Midoriya makes a tiny keening whining noise due to being held so tightly Aizawa Sensei blinks, his hair falling back down around his face and loosens his grip around his kid just enough to stop the whining noise but not enough to let him go and fights to calm him self enough to turn off his quirk for the time being. Honing his focus in more onto the distressed child in his arms he is able to reign in his expression to something softer due to the distress Midoriya is clearly in but still unable to let him go.

‘Are you alright Problem Child’ he intends to say but finds himself unable control his own body and despite his best efforts to fight Shinso’s quirk he is letting of Midoriya before he finishes even saying the word “are.”

With all of the training that he has done with his mentee on continuing to hold up his quirk when someone with a strong mental fortitude tries to break free of his control, he knows that he should be able to break free, but he can’t. Unfortunately, is far to distressed, tired, and emotionally and physically drained so all his internal resistance and the overwhelming terror of being totally under someone else’s control only makes Shinso’s hold on him stronger and Shouta finds himself following Shinso’s every command as his young mentee talks him through the very breathing exercises that he himself taught the kid.

Though Aizawa Sensei’s panic attack seems to have passed, Hitoshi does not let go of his mentor because as soon as Midoriya had broken free from their sensei’s crushing hold, he noticed what was likely the reason behind Midoriya’s intense distress besides the obvious. Making knowing eye contact with a sputtering Midoriya not to bring attention to their teacher’s current … problem…, and resisting the urge to blush himself, he pulled his capture weapon from around his neck and placed it over the bulge in Aizawa Sensi’s pants.

A million red flags flashed across his mind, he knew without a doubt that The Eraserhead wasn’t a pedophile, but his current erection was definitely a serious concern. Especially since he knew his stoic teacher was gay and asexual due to the pride flags that he kept in the pencil holder in his office. He trusted Eraserhead more than any other adult in his entire life, so he knew that the erection couldn’t have possibly had anything to do with Midoriya. And he knew that Eraserhead was fiercely protective of children particularly against pedophiles when his mentor had noticed the bruising on his wrist’s legs and hips from when his foster parents caught him wearing pants and had held him down and forced him into a skirt when they had come home from a weekend trip a day and a half early. No amount of explanation or convincing had persuaded Aizawa Sensei that nothing more sinister was going on than what actually happened and it had taken dragging him down to the police station to explain things to Detective Tsukauchi for him to believe that no one had tried or succeeded in raping him. Though he never relented on insisting that it was still sexual abuse. In the end with the help of Detective Tsukauchi and his partner Sansa, they were able to actually find a relative of his who had been shunned by her family due to having a similar quirk as his that had been denied taking him in due to her “villain quirk” but with the help of the Trueman detective and Principal Nedzu, for the first time in his life since his parents abandoned him at three, he had a good home with someone who cared deeply about him.

Thus, combined with this whole catastrophe and some behaviors of his sensei’s that he’d seen in some of his foster siblings but brushed off as his tendency to think too much into things, knowing how sensitive Aizawa Sensei was about any hint of inappropriate behavior around children, Hitoshi knew that letting go of his quirk before his sense’s erection went down was Not an Option, and he prayed to god that in all his mentor’s panic and everything that he hadn’t noticed.

As Hitoshi took in the appearance of his calmed down sensei, he saw just how tired his mentor really was, his permanent eye bags darker than he had ever seen them even after shadowing him during some of his patrols after a full day of training 1A. As he continued to look over his sensei he noticed the fading bruises around his neck, including what appeared to be hickeys and the edges of a bite mark that appeared to be infected peaking out from under the neckline of his shirt that his capture weapon failed to hide in his disheveled state.

Realization hit Hitoshi in a flash and he suspected that Midoriya had noticed too because he had gone completely still and silent, and it took every ounce of self-control that he had not to let go of his quirk and vomit. Normally he would have been grateful to Momo for taking over the class and keeping the rest of his overly excitable classmates from approaching the trio while Iida sprinted off to retrieve Midnight Sensei but right now all he could process was reigning in his own dread, panic and nausea so that they wouldn’t leak through into Aizawa Sensei’s psyche while he kept him under.

He couldn’t remember ever being more relieved when Midnight Sensei along with Principal Nedzu and Inui Sensei burst into the room to take over.

When Midnight Sensei released her quirk directly into Aizawa Sensei’s nose, and his mentor slouched down into sleep he released his quirk and immediately sprinted over to the nearest trashcan to vomit.

Hitoshi had also noticed Aizawa Sensei’s nightmare but hadn’t wanted to embarrass his teacher and had planned on waking him when the rest of the class left at the end of the period. So he knew something was deeply wrong, especially since he knew that Eraserhead would never actually fall asleep when he rested in his sleeping bag. All the subtle behaviors that he had written off before, the limp that he had tried to hide when he entered the classroom that morning, combined with the nightmare combined with the alarming injuries that he observed on his mentor, brought him both his relief, that he cold now pin dawn a likely cause for the erection that didn’t put his mentors character into question, and about the likely horrific cause, lead to one terrible, unbelievable, impossible conclusion Eraserhead had been raped, and there was every chance that this wasn’t the first time that he’d experienced sexual assault. The hero who he had heard had taken down dozens of villains to protect his class at the USJ had been attacked. No, not just attacked, Aizawa Shouta, Eraserhead, his mentor, teacher since his transfer, and pseudo father figure, had been overpowered and raped.

His hero had been raped and was possibly still in danger.

His whole world shattered as the realization became more and more cemented in his mind.

His mentor, no, his dad, had been raped, needed help, and was possibly still in danger and Shinso Hitoshi had no idea what the fuck to do.

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“Um, Aizawa Sensei, can I come in?” Shinso Hitoshi asked tentatively as he stood outside Aizawa Sensei’s office. He didn’t think he had ever been more nervous in his life, but he cared greatly for his mentor, and no matter how anxious he may feel the importance of making sure his mentor was okay, safe and not in danger gave him resolve stronger than his nerves. Or he hoped so at least.

“Of course Shinso, come have a seat.” Aizawa Shouta had a feeling he knew what this was about, and it was only his years of training, and skill as an underground hero and teacher of teenagers, that he was able to keep a tone of kind indifference and his usual blank expression up.

Hitoshi sat down before him, and he could tell the kid was a bundle of nerves. Every instinct in him wanted to ease the kid’s anxiety, it took every ounce of his self-control to not let his shame, guilt, and dread show, so in stead Shouta simply emotionlessly stated “Well get on with it Shinso”

“Is someone hurting you, sensei?” he asked timidly.

“No.” He stated dryly. Though his heart was beating rapidly in his chest and despite himself, every part of his body besides his face was tense. Shouta could see that the kid wasn’t buying it, but the words seemed to dry out on his lips and he found that he was unable to elaborate further to reassure the kid. He of course wasn’t in any danger. He wouldn’t be even when he got his shit together enough to go back to his husband. He knew how much he had been hurting Hizashi by holding out on him now, so it would never come to… to that again. Because, because he wouldn’t fight it. He should never have fought his husband so hard. If he had just let Hizashi have his way with him, he wouldn’t be so injured, and he wouldn’t have all these negative feelings about his husband. If he hadn’t fought him, they’d be happy. He wouldn’t be betraying him with… with.

“Sensei!! Aizawa Sensei!! Eraserhead!!” Shouta snapped out of his spiraling thoughts, fuck there was no way that Shinso would believe that nothing was wrong now.

“Sensei, p please tell me the truth. I k know something is w wrong…. D did someone…” Hitoshi’s heart was beating so loudly in his ears he feared that he would not be able to hear his mentor’s answer, “d did someone rape you?” There he asked it. Surely Aizawa Sensei wouldn’t lie to him. When he had finally admitted to Eraserhead and to himself that his transphobic foster parents were abusive, they had promised never to lie to each other unless it was due to some sort of confidentiality related to hero work.

“No, and even if I had been that would not be something that I would or should tell you. I’m your teacher, it’s not your responsibility to worry about me. Now if there is nothing else you want to ask me…”

Hitoshi knew that Aizawa Sensei would probably never forgive him for this, and that he was betraying his trust, but he didn’t believe him and if he insisted on lying to him, then there was a greater chance that he was still in danger, or that he hadn’t told anyone or done anything about it. It had taken them months of training, but Hitoshi had trained his quirk to the point where those that he held under his control could speak and answer yes or no questions. He knew that his mentor would stop training with him, and possibly even expel him, but that didn’t matter, he had his provisional license, and if he lost that he’d just become a vigilante.

“S s se sensei, t tell me t th the tr truth. D did someone r rape y you. A an answer me v verbally, o or shake y your head y yes or n no” He could feel his mentor fighting his quirk and the strain of the more complex action was already giving him a migraine but the pain only made his resolve strengthen.

“No.” his teacher responded, and Hitoshi couldn’t be more relieved, but he was still concerned something was clearly wrong his mentor wasn’t himself fand he wasn’t okay, but he felt more at ease than he had in days since the incident in homeroom. That his mentor had been avoiding him was a clear indicator that there was more going on, but at least he hadn’t been violated. That was good.

“Did someone hurt you? Answer me verbally, yes or no”

“Yes” Fuck, well that much was obvious. Confirming what he already knew still hit him harder than he had expected and he could feel that his control was starting to slip and that he might pass out from quirk exhaustion soon, but he had one more question he had to ask.

“Are” Hitoshi sucked in a shaking breath his head was killing him “Are you in danger? Tell me the truth. Answer verbally yes or no”

“No.”

Then, before Hitoshi had any time to feel relieved, the pain behind his eyes exploded and blinded him, and he passed out onto Aizawa Sensei’s desk the second he released his quirk.

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Being under Shinso’s quirk while mostly in control of his own mental faculties, made the memories of his nightmare and subsequent panic attack in class come into focus, and he came to a terrible realization.

When he grabbed Midoriya. When he had grabbed Midoriya and held him so firmly onto his lap, he had had an erection. He had sexually assaulted his student. A student he swore to protect. He had assaulted him. He needed to resign and turn himself into the authorities to face the consequences of his depravity.

So once Shinso-Kun was safe under the watchful and caring eye of Recovery Girl, Aizawa Shouta made a beeline to Principal Nedzu’s office.

“Ah. Aizawa-Kun, please come in. I am glad that you have finally responded to my emails to come and talk to me. Come have a sea…”

“I am here to resign and t”

“Don’t interrupt me Shouta-Kun! You are NOT going to resign! Now Sit Down and Let Me Speak!” Principal Nedzu stated firmly with such an intense animalistic glare, that Shouta found himself collapsing into the chair and looking down at his feet in shame so much shame and guilt that he was losing himself in it.

The chimera was not one to be disobeyed so when the principal coaxed him to drink his tea to calm his nerves Shouta found himself mindlessly obeying while millions of thoughts raced through his head.

Every nerve in his body was going off all at once and screaming at him, he wanted so badly to be able to get the fuck out of his body, to rip his own skin off and just stop existing. He needed to stop existing.

If the Rat wasn’t going to let him face the consequences for what he did, then he was just going to have to die. He would have to write Hizashi a note; to apologize, it would hurt him, but he would understand. If Hizashi knew, and he had the strength to face him anytime soon and he knew what he had done, his husband might just kill him himself, but he couldn’t do that to his husband. He didn’t deserve to have his blood on his hands. Shouta knew how much that his husband adored Midoriya-kun.

After what happened between him and Hizashi, after he learned just how bad of a partner he was and to make matters worse he was betraying his husband by being afraid of him… for hating him a least a little bit for what He Made him do. Since their fight at sometimes occasionally before that had wanted to die. But he’d always been mostly passively not actively suicidal. The only thing holding him back was knowing how much it would hurt Hizashi, and his students and his friends, and with all the danger that his class seemed to face constantly this year, his students needed him.

But that was before, now he knew that he was as much of a threat to his students as the league was. NO! He was more of a threat. He’d sexually assaulted Midoriya; he had attacked one of his students. He was worse, he had betrayed them. He was supposed to protect them. He was supposed to be safe. He needed to die; he was going to die. And for the first time in the week and a half since that horrible night he felt somewhat at peace, and that made the intense anguish of overwhelming shame even worse, he didn’t deserve to be at peace, he deserved to suffer, but that wasn’t an option. He had to die, and he had to make sure that no one could stop him, and that meant that he had to persuade the smartest being alive that he was perfectly okay.

If his former sensei had any suspicion that he was going to hurt himself he would keep him from doing so, as he had done when he discovered that he had been cutting himself due to his grief and survivors’ guilt after Oboro had died during their work study.

There was no way that he could totally outsmart Nedzu in a battle of wit, but analytical, cognitive, and strategic intelligence were not the only type of intelligence that existed, and emotions were one area wherein the quirked animal was no genius even if his incredible IQ allowed him to manipulate and control others flawlessly in such a way that his targets rarely even realized that they had been manipulated at all.

However, the rat did have a weakness, he cared deeply for his student’s and staff and his overprotective nature was influenced and strengthened due to being an animal, who was part stoat, bear, dog, and mouse, all of which are very protective of their young. Thus, while the chimera was a master of manipulation, when it came to the people that he cared deeply about, he was vulnerable to being manipulated himself. That was in Shouta’s favor, not to mention that the stoat had personally trained him for over two years, if he played his cards right, he had a chance

Shouta had great respect for his former mentor and sensei and beneath all his suppressed emotion and the emotional detachment that came with having surpassed his breaking point, it pained him to betray Nedzu in this way especially since he knew that Nedzu would blame himself for his death regardless of how deserved it was. Shouta knew that it would be an even greater betrayal that he would use the skills that Nedzu had taught him against him, but he had no choice. It wasn’t just Hizashi that he was going to have to write a note for, Nedzu would need one too, but he was going to have to find some way to write it without his knowledge, which would be difficult considering the all-seeing rat considering that he had seen the hidden camaras around the school not so subtly tracking him this past week and a half. The chimera however, likely only had his suspicions at this point though. Shouta knew how his fight with Hizashi would look from an outside perspective and he knew that Nedzu cared for him as if he were his own son, so if he had fully figured it out then he wouldn’t have been able to walk into his office on his own time to try to resign.

So, if he was going to fool him, chances were that he would have to come up with some believable explanation of his behavior and injuries that he would buy. The chimera was brilliant, and deeply caring despite his mad scientist personality and sadism, but human emotions were still somewhat foreign to him. Thus, while his IQ may be the highest of anyone currently alive and the rat had an ego to match, his EQ was average at best, therefore, if he stretched the right truths, told the right lies, and stroked his ego just right, he should be able to fool the rat just long enough for him to do what needed to be done. Knowing what he had to do and having something that he could act upon rather than just languishing in his own weakness gave Shouta the calmness and control over his emotions that he needed, and he took in a deep breath and lifted his gaze up to meet with his former sensei.

When Shouta looked up at Principal Nedzu, the chimera’s expression was no longer harsh or intimidating, but he wasn’t smiling either, like he usually did, to intimidate and or put at ease those he spoke so that he could get what he needed from them. No, he wasn’t smiling, instead the look in the chimeras’ eyes was gentle, kind, and little bit sad, and that almost broke Shouta. Almost. He also realized that his former Sensei had waited for him to collect himself before he continued and that too almost broke through Shouta’s resolve. He was a former hero however, and he had a mission that needed doing and a villain that had to be taken down. He could do this. It didn’t matter that that villain was himself.

“I was really hoping that you would not remember the details of the incident three days ago, but the fact that you are here demanding to be fired, and I am sure also arrested, you have remembered, unfortunately.” Shouta began opening his mouth to interject, but the creature held up his paw and glared, not unkindly at his kit, not to speak, so Shouta closed his mouth and let him continue.

“I have already spoken to Midoriya-kun and his mother as well as Shinso-kun about the incident three days ago, and no, they are not pressing charges, and you will Not be allowed to resign. Both Midoriya’s and Shinso do not see you as a sexual predator, in fact they are all very concerned for you.

They have both had meetings with Inui-kun and he assures me that neither of them including Midoriya are experiencing psychological trauma as a result of what you likely consider a sexual assault. They, however, are quite distressed about your state of mind.”

“Besides them, many of your coworkers and students have come to me with concerns about your wellbeing. I too am quite worried about your physical and mental health. You are not as good at masking your emotions as you seem to believe.

Now, since I know for a fact that you won’t tell me what is going on, I will tell you what I know, and don’t you even try to lie to me, I know you far too well.

Let us go over the facts, how shall we?” the stoat stated calmly while indicating to his former student to take a sip of his tea, before finishing off his own cup and refilling both of their cups. Nedzu knew how distressing the conversation was going to be for his kit, and he had allowed the necessary 20 minutes to pass so the mild sedative that he had laced Shouta-kun’s cup with should have kicked in.

“Based on your recent behavior, and what I have observed, and what I have been able to uncover, I am 94% certain that I know what happened, and who is responsible and once I prove it, you will get the justice that you deserve.”

“I know that you weren’t injured on patrol. Had you been injured on patrol, you would have filed all the proper paperwork, and gotten proper medical attention, which you have not done.

The other possibility was that you were injured during deep cover or a top-secret mission that you cannot tell me about. You may be smart enough and skilled enough to keep me from being able to track your movements on campus and off, and while you may have evaded my surveillance directly, I have many connections in high and low places, so I know with 100% certainty that you are not on any top-secret assignment.

Your injuries were not related to your hero work.

Now, I never took any of those possibilities into real consideration, but I knew that you might try to use your hero work as an excuse, so I have closed off that avenue of impending deception.

I also know that none of your students have harmed you.

That same unfortunately cannot be said for all your colleagues, particularly your husband.

It has not gone unnoticed by anyone on staff that you have been avoiding him and have not taken a night off in nearly two weeks.

Both Kayama-chan and Snipe-kun have come to me with concerns about you and Yamada-kun’s relationship, and based upon your behavior, as well as Yamada-kun’s, I am prone to believe them.

It is only due to my deep respect for you as not just my employee, and former student, but as a colleague that I haven’t intervened more directly with you, however, I also care about you enough that I have allowed my patience to reach it’s end.

Due to the sensitive nature of my initial suspicions about your attack and Inui-kun’s advice that confronting you about things before you were ready, I initially chose to wait for you to come to me unless you made a move to return to your husband. With Shinso-Kun’s little interrogation of you however, those considerations are now moot.

So, I will be blunt considering the extent of your injuries that you completely failed to hide, Yamada Hizashi is an abuser, and I will not allow you to remain with him. I do not care how drunk Yamada-kun may have been, and I don’t care how loyal or forgiving of him you are, and while I will admit that as I am not human, I do not quite understand monogamy, I know that it is important to you.

All the paperwork has already been drawn up to have Yamada-kun fired. The only reason that he is still here is due to my consideration for you, and your mental health.

The fact that Shinso-Kun using his quirk on you again has made you remember the incident between you, him, and Midoriya-kun, we no longer have the privilege of time.

And while I will begrudgingly admit I am relieved that your husband did not rape you, domestic violence is no lesser evil and regardless of your own belief that you are not in any danger from Yamada, statistics and reality are not in your favor.
He will beat you again, and with your reluctance to harm him, and the limitations of your quirk against his, he very well could kill you.

You have so many people who care about you. I have scarcely been able to have any time to myself since Yamada attacked you, because every single one of your students, and every single person on staff that has worked with you on some level have come to me concerned and the only reason that they have not overwhelmed you with their worry is that I convinced them that I am handling it. Even Detective Sansa, Detective Tsukauchi and others (Hawks) have come to me with their concerns.

Now, Shouta-kun, son, will you please let us help you? Please.” Principal Nedzu begged, and the chimera Never begged.

Shouta, however, was too far gone to realize that he had lost, and was too stubborn to accept help that he clearly didn’t need. If anyone was the aggressor between him and Hizashi it was him for not being a good enough husband, He, was the abuser, not Hizashi, Aizawa Shouta had sexually assaulted one of his students and that was a fact.

“You’re right Nedzu, Hizashi and I got into a fight, but I was the one who instigated it, he just hit me back. Yes, I have been avoiding him, but not because I am afraid of him, because I am pissed as fuck. I am giving myself time and space so that I don’t beat him up. Yes. I was injured, but so was he. Yes, I have been off recently, my husband cheated on me. But that is between me and Hizashi. Now, I will choose to not resign and turn myself into the police under one condition, YOU WILL NOT FIRE MY HUSBAND! Understood”

As Shouta stormed out of his office Principal Nedzu let out a dejected sigh. He knew that this was likely to be his reaction, he had just hoped for the miniscule possibility that he was wrong.

Now, if he couldn’t persuade the kid, he hoped that his friends could, as the overworld of the murky and gray underworld, Principal Nedzu would not let his kit go unavenged.

That night in the dark skies of a new moon in the crime ridden outskirts of Musutafu, where even Underground Heros, scarcely patrolled, a certain Pro Hero held his villain boyfriend aloft as they soared though the skies taking in the stars and the city below.

They flew entranced by the bliss of freedom and flight as they took the beauty of the simple stars and the ironic beauty of the grime of the city, when suddenly, a flash of movement caught a predator’s eye.

Someone was falling from the tallest building in the red-light district of Musutafu, and with his boyfriend currently held in his arm, a certain winged hero was terrified that he would not make it in time.