I just called my Sensei Dad...Shiiiiit- Shinsou Hitoshi, part 2
As everything does, Hizashi has to keep moving. The next morning he gets up, gets dressed, and makes breakfast. He makes sure both him and Shouta are ready to go and at school on time, all the normal things he does. It's in times like this, where Hizashi thanks whatever entity is out there that he has Shouta.
Shouta noticed he was anxious so he put up no resistance when he was woken up, he even helped with breakfast, and made sure their stuff for work was ready and waiting.
Fast forward to now, he's in his element and teaching English with his usual enthusiasm. Coincidently, he has 1C which he knows Shinsou is in. As he goes through his lesson, answering the occasional question, calling on students to answer or read what he's written on the board.
He tried calling on Shinsou at one point but the lilac eyed teen had been so nervous, he hadn't the heart to make it worse and left the boy alone since. Maybe that was a good thing, the voice hero thought, as it gave him a chance to observe his student more closely than before.
As it was, he didn't want to scare the kid off before he could reach out to him. As he puts his focus back on teaching, making sure he seemed as energetic as always he filed Shinsou's behaviour away. Hopefully Hizashi isn't making a mistake wanting to collect more information first before he talks to the purplette.
Maybe he could convince Shouta to let him tag along for Shinsou's training session.
Shinsou was not having a good day. His foster parents did not like that he was barely on time getting home the previous day so he was yelled at and not given dinner, he didn't sleep well, and he still had training with Aizawa that afternoon after school. At least he wasn't muzzled this time.
But like always, he kept pushing through his day. Then he was called on in English but at least Mic-Sensei had enough mercy to only do so once, which was strange but oddly considerate? Shinsou had never had a teacher that treated him with respect, let alone kindness. That last thought was stomped out almost immediately as he walked to Gym Gamma.
Once there, he quickly changed into his gym uniform and put his capture scarf around his neck as he walked out of the locker room. He took a breath and started the usual warm-up routine, going through the motions.
About five minutes later Sensei walked in, a slightly taller blonde man behind- "Mic-Sensei?" Aizawa nodded, fingers steepled together. "I figured it was time you trained with your quirk." Shinsou went to make a noise of protest when surprisingly Yamada stepped in.
"Listener, I don't know what you've been told but it's okay. Your safe here at UA. You are being given permission to use your quirk." Shinsou looked between the two teachers. Yamada had a uncharacteristically serious expression in place, his palms together in front of his face while Aizawa seemed to be assessing the situation. They were being serious, he realized. Well shit.
Shinsou took a breath. "You know what my quirk is and you're okay with me using it. And actively encouraging it." When he saw both teachers nod Shinsou rubbed the back of his neck. The purplette took a second to process what was being asked of him.
"Um, thing is people usually get nervous because of my quirk..." He said, voice quiet and gaze firmly on the ground. Yup, he's fucked it up now. Well-
"Shinsou," Aizawa spoke, something Shinsou couldn't place in his tone, "we aren't nervous or afraid of your quirk." The erasure hero made sure to hold the boy's gaze so Shinsou would know he was being genuine.
Something seemed to click in Shinsou's head because the lilac eyed teen took another breath and squared his shoulders. Shinsou turned to Yamada and asked, "Why'd you take an interest in me? I can understand why Aizawa-Sensei has, but why you?"
The voice hero saw the anxiety, the nervousness in the kid's eyes and body language. Hizashi knew he'd have to choose his next words carefully. Finally the blonde responded, "Some of your behaviour caught my eye and I got concerned. I want all my students to feel safe when in my class and while at UA."
Hoping his words were as carefully chosen as possible, Hizashi waited with bated breath, seeing Shinsou's eyes widen in what he assumed was shock or surprise.
Shinsou was indeed surprised. An adult actually cared? No, Yamada-Sensei had to have an ulterior motive, right? But the green eyed teacher seemed so sincere and maybe Shinsou was won over by Yamada-Sensei's charm or maybe he was foolishly hoping this time would be different, but he allowed himself to believe the blonde man.
"I...can I tell you something?" Shinsou dared to ask. Aizawa and Yamada both nodded, sensing they were at a turning point in the conversation. "Of course Shinsou. You can tell us anything." the raven haired teacher answered.
Shinsou fidgeted for a few moments then the dam just shattered. "I'm in foster care and because of my quirk at best I'm ignored or yelled at. At worst, I'm not fed or if I ask question, or even just speak in general I have to wear a..." Hitoshi trailed off here, scared to say just how bad it actually was.
Hizashi sucked in a sharp breath, seeing where this was heading. "What do you have to wear little listener? By the sounds of it you're, at best, being neglected or at worst, abused." He knelt in front of his student, an earnest expression on the blonde hero's face.
Hitoshi took a shaky breath, his walls crumbling under the care and patience of the two teachers. "I have to wear a muzzle..." It was said so quietly, the boy was whispering. When there was a lack of response, Hitoshi started to retreat into himself but suddenly he felt a warm and firm pressure on his shoulder.
When the sleep deprived teen dared to look, the realization hit him that the gentle pressure was his English teacher's hand on his shoulder. Hitoshi looked Yamada-Sensei in the eyes, only seeing gentleness, sadness, but also concern in those light green irises as his eyes burned with unshed tears.
"Oh kiddo..." For once words seemed to fail the nocturnal ravenette who up until now, had let his husband handle this conversation. Hizashi was, after all, better at the emotion thing.
Hizashi stood up, smiling reassuringly at Hitoshi. "Don't worry listener. We've got you." Hitoshi, feeling a tidal wave of relief didn't pay mind to what he said next as he leaned into Yamada-Sensei's touch. "Thanks Dad..."
Hizashi just smiled as they finally got to training.
A/n Sorry this took so long! Life kept getting in the way :(
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