"Alright. What do you want to talk about?" I ask. I'm calming down from my anger as I adjust to face him.

"Your relationship with your mother," Shouta responds, " What's been happening in the last two months?"

"May I ask why?" I don't know why he is asking.

"Out of curiosity."

"We have been getting along better. I'm staying out of trouble, and she lets me do my thing. Sure, I got in trouble for not telling her I was taking the UA entrance exam, but that was kind of expected. We are trying our best. She was even helping with my costume to make sure it's effective as she has experience with that jazz." She sews so that ya'll know.

"What was the punishment?"

"Two weeks without electronics or going out without permission."

"Worst for someone like you because you're a hyper brat, so you probably built that energy. Have you told her about the night time goings?"

"Why would I?" Shouta facepalms. What?!

"So, there aren't secrets between you two?"

"If we are going to take it that for, I might as well ask about her sex life." Shouta fucking growls at me!

"That's not what I mean, and you know that! She is your mother, Izuku! She has the right to know that you were sneaking out at night and drinking!"

"OH, WHAT KIND OF DRAMA IS HAPPENING IN HERE?!" We very clearly hear Hizashi walks in.

"Apparently, I'm supposed to tell my mom that I sneak out at night."

"I never did!" See Shouta?!

"Neither did I." I hear a sultry voice behind Hizashi and see it's Midnight. "Are you Shouta's secret child, Izuku?"

"Absolute opposite! However, I will let it slide."

"Nice to finally meet you! Nemuri, since you refer to first names. I heard from Hizashi that you get connections?" Nemuri asks.

"You felt it too?!" I ask excitedly.

"Yep! Welcome to the club!"

"Thank you, thank you! Glad you welcome me!" Then a hand slams on the table. I look over at Shouta.

"Can you two get out? I'm trying to talk to Izuku about something serious." Shouta growls at the two. Jeez, he is salty!

Hizashi decides to push it a little bit, " Does Izuku party?"

"Yes, now get out."

"I don't see the problem with that. Sure, he is a bit young, but as long as he doesn't overdo it."

"Hizashi, Izuku was an alcoholic over a year ago." HOLD THE PHONE!

I'm quick to defend myself, "I was not an alcoholic! Sure, I drank till I was drunk, and I may have overdone it sometimes, but I could have stopped at any time!"

"That's the definition of an alcoholic! He was smoking on top of that. He was not coherent most of the time." I swear he is trying to throw me under the bus.

"But that's in the past."

"The past that can affect your future. It's already affected your height." Damn, wrong tree mate.

"Oh, fight me, Shouta!" Hizashi breaks through.

"He is right, Izuku. That is a major thing. Your mother should know." Shouta looks relieved.

"Thank you. If you don't tell her, I will. She needs to know." I start shaking, feeling the anger bubble again. I step back. Before I can rebel, my phone goes off. I pull out my phone to see it is Mom. Immediately, I take a deep breath and answer.

"Hey, Mom. Sorry for being late. Something came up at school. I should be there within 20 minutes."

"I understand, dear. I started to worry when I got nothing saying you will be late." I hear her soft voice through the phone.

"Got distracted. See you soon, mom."

"I better, young man!" I hear her teasing tone, causing me to smile softly. Before I can hang up, the phone is swiped from my hand. I look up at see Shouta.

"Hello, Midoriya-san. This is Aizawa, your son's teacher. Would you mind if I come over? I would like to talk to you about him. I promise he hasn't caused trouble here yet, but there are some things you need to know." I don't even hear the response. After some words are exchanged, he hangs up and looks down at me like fresh meat. I step back.

I am pissed. I see red.

"Izuku, let me explain-" Why the fuck would I let you explain after what you just pulled?

I explode.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO INTERFERE WITH MY MOM'S AND I RELATIONSHIP! SHE DOESN'T NEED MORE OF A FUCKING BURDEN!"

"Izuku, think logically for a moment-"

No.

I attempt to walk out only to be wrapped up in his scarf.

"LET ME THE FUCK GO!" I wrestle blindly against the wrap. The last thing I remember is screaming before I pass out.

---

Shouta pants heavily, lifting Izuku and carrying him on the couch. Shouta turns to face the two in the room.

"That went horribly wrong." He states bluntly.

"You think?" Nemuri snarks.

"Is that normal, Shouta?" Hizashi asks as he helps Izuku to get comfortable.

"To an extent, yes. Usually, I'm not the target, though." Shouta responds.

Nemuri asks, " What are we going to do now?"

"Simple, I'm going to go talk to his mother like I said on the phone." The two teachers look at him.

"You sure that's the best plan of action? You saw how he reacted, Shouta. Some things take time." Hizashi questions.

"His mom doesn't know. Imagine getting a call saying your son was hit by a car or something like that while drunk. He has been clean for over a year. She seriously needs to know. Izuku doesn't see it because he doesn't see importance in that, but I do. I'm not telling her. I'm going there for support and with a proposition because he needs help socially. I'm willing to offer that, even if he will turn it into a joke one way or another." Hizashi smirks at him.

"You care about him, don't you?"

"He's a problem child. Somehow, the idiot genius is likable. Nemuri, how long do I have?"

" I knocked Izuku out for ten minutes." She responds.

"Alright. Watch over him." With that, he leaves to clean up.

---

I wake up, and I feel like I got the best sleep in my life. I sit up and realize that I am not in my room. Shit, I didn't have a one night stand, did I?!

"Little listener, you're awake!" I look towards Hizashi, and then Nemuri.

"What happened?"

"Oh, you got angry to the point that Nemuri had to knock you out for a little bit."

"No wonder I feel fantastic, thank you Nemuri!"

"No problem, kid!" Nemuri replies with a broad smile on her face. I think for a moment, trying to remember the conversation. Then, I do. Welp, I'm mad again. I stand up only to be stopped by Hizashi.

"You're not heading out yet, little listener. Wait around a few minutes and scheme with us, alright?" Sounds fun except for the fact that I need answers.

"What is he aiming for? I know he's logical, but he knows a hell of a lot more about social interaction than me. You two can probably explain it to me better than he can anyway." Blunt and straight to the point. Hizashi sighs.

"You both suck. Have you ever thought that you could have died out there?"

"But I can die anywhere!" Nemuri takes over, and I think I hear a motherly tone.

"Imagine getting a call saying your son died while drunk."

"I can't because I don't have one." She facepalms.

"I said imagine with a reason." Oh...oh...

"Oh..."

"Oh yeah. That's what he was thinking. And it affects your health now, whether you want to admit it or not. It will be there forever. He's not going to tell her. He's making you tell her. Shouta cares for you heavily, whether you realize it or not. He's going for support. The way to show it was rash, I will admit to that. You two have a strange friendship...relationship in general. "

Well, I kind of feel bad now! I'm still salty, though.

"I'm well aware. Okay, I have my answers. Now we can plan our taking over of the world." The two laugh aloud, the tensity being removed from the conversation.

---

We were discussing the perfect plan to prank UA when Shouta comes in, and oh my gosh...I need a moment.

Deep breathe in.

Deep breathe out.

Shouta is fucking hot right now. He is wearing a bombass suit that brings out his figure well. He shaved the stubble off his face, showing off the sexy jawline of his. He even put his hair in a man-bun, something I could care less for, but he made it work!

"HOLY SHIT, YOU LOOK HOT!" The three of us say in unison.

"You might actually get the man of your dreams!" I add on, too excited.

"That is not why I'm looking nice, Izuku." I look at him, confused, " We're going to talk to your mother." Oh yeah, that. I sigh. The intensity is back. Shouta walks over, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried that. I should have warned you. We can hold this off."

"I understand now. They told me because we suck at communication. I don't see the benefit now, but okay." I stand up, offering a hand, "Truce?" I see him smirk as he takes my hand.

"Truce." After we shake hands, I pull out my germ-x to use. The other teachers give me a questioning look.

"What? I don't know if he has been touching his pee-pee and cleaning his hands afterward." That receives a smack up-side the head and a random burst of laughter.

"Too much information. Come on. We were supposed to be there a while ago."

"Fine fine. See you two!"

"Bye, Izuku!"

"Bye, Izu!" Nemuri already has a nickname for me? Interesting. Let's see how often it's used.

With that, we head out.

---

We are at the door, and I pull out my phone.

"What are you doing?" The bored hobo beside me asks. Well, I guess I can't say hobo right now when he looks good. Goth Jesus? Don't ask. I don't know. Speaking of Jesus, I'm calling his dad or something!

Don't be offended just because I know nothing about religion. I scroll to the top of my contact list and call God.

Ring...ring...ring...there is nobody on the line. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP!

"God, I'm in a crisis right now! I know we have had our times, but for once, be nice! PRAY FOR ME!" With that message, I hang up. Shouta looks at me, disappointed.

"You seriously have God? I thought you were atheist."

"I am. I'm just going to join for like five minutes. He can kick me out later."

Suddenly, the door opens to reveal Mom. Oops! She must have heard me. That isn't surprising, to be honest.

"Dear, you should really learn to be quieter indoors." She recommends to me before facing Shouta," Hi, I'm Izuku's mom. Nice to meet you, Aizawa?" He nods.

"A pleasure. There are some things Izuku needs to tell you. May we come in for a bit?" Already serious, Shouta? Stiff man.

"Of course! Come in! Would you like anything to eat?"

"We are good. I want to get to it if you don't mind."

"I understand. Sit where you would like." My mom and I take the couch while Shouta takes the armchair. I face her, "What is it that you needed to talk about?" Oh shit, I have no idea where to start. I turn to Shouta for a moment.

"Hey, where do I start?" The man facepalms.

"The beginning, when this all started?" Oh great, lots of words.

"Alright then, thank you!" I face Mom again. I sigh, trying to figure out how to say this before saying this, " We both know I'm going to blunt, so I'm just going to say it. I was drinking...and smoking...and possibly stripping at 12. I can't guarantee the last part unless there are videos online. I would sneak out at night to start shit, basically." That curse earns a smack upside the head, " Ow! Anyway, I don't know why I did it. I guess as a distraction? I don't do it anymore; I quit over a year ago. Am I missing something? Oh, and I knew this guy before! He helped me out! Supportive guy. Probably wouldn't have stopped without him."

The silence appears in the room. Maybe I said it wrong? Oh shit, she is crying! I pat her reluctantly, not sure of what to do. Her sniffing fills the silence, making it more intense. Suddenly, I'm tackled into a hug. I hug her gently, afraid to break her.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart! I'm so sorry I couldn't have been there to comfort you instead of drugs! You didn't deserve that!"

Wait. What?

"Mom, you did nothing wrong. I made these choices. I should have known better because I am the genius after all, but still. Please don't take the blame. My fault." She pulls back, looking up at me with those teary eyes.

"Izuku, you need to realize that I'm your mother. I meant to protect you from these things. You turned to those for the reason that could have been prevented." I sigh because this won't go anywhere.

"Let's just say we both suck and end it there." This earns a soft giggle from her.

"You really need to work on your social skills. Saying it like that would have gotten you in trouble otherwise. This will take a lot of time for me to trust you again fully." Damn it. Then, she faces Shouta," Thank you for being there when I couldn't. I don't know how to repay you." He sighs, sitting up. I forgot about him for a moment. Oops.

"Let me help him is all I ask. I have a proposition for you," Hold the phone, what? "Let me have partial guardianship of him. I know he is hyper and never sleeps. I know you work. I can work with him to improve him in general and gain better habits instead of partying at night. However, you have to let me. May I?" I can't help but speak up.

"So, like an episode of Strict Parents?"

"I...have no idea what that is, and you know that." I tried. Mom faces me once more.

"Izuku, how much do you trust this man?" Oh shit, she is actually considering it. I'm surprised. It takes a moment to respond.

"With my life probably." Yes, I trust him that much. Kill me. Mom looks at me, surprised, along with Shouta. Don't take advantage of that, fake rich. There is a few minutes of silence before.

"Alright. If you promise to protect my son, you can get guardianship. How will this work?"

"First couple of weeks, Izuku will be with me fully. Over time, he will be given days with you. Within a few months, he should be with you full time again." How did he come up with that? I won't ask. Maybe later, but I can't right now.

"I understand. Izuku, get your stuff ready." Welp, alright then. That was supremely easy.

---

I'm not going to put you through all that boring shit, especially the emotional shit. Mom was crying when I was walking out the door.

Like, we will see each other again in two weeks! It turns out that it's two weeks because it will give him enough time to implement certain things for me to practice with mom. The build-up is, so we learn to appreciate each other something like that.

Yeah, I don't get it. I will later.

Anyway, I have more important things to worry about. On our way to Shouta's apartment, I pull out my phone and start recording.

"Hello, everybody! Welcome to an episode of Strict Parents! In this episode, hobo adopts a sociopath!" I turn the camera to face Shouta before zooming in on his for-once-handsome face for dramatics, " Sir, how do you feeling about having to take care of a sociopath?" Shouta sighs.

"I'm already regretting my decisions."

"There you have it, folks! Will he survive? You will see after this redundant commercial break!"

"Izuku, you better not post that anywhere. On second thought, delete it now."

"No."

"Izuku."

"Sir, I know how to hack it back. I won't post it, but let me keep it for memories, please."

"...fine...no showing it around either."

"Not going to guarantee to that."

"Stop recording, at least." Oh yeah! I need to before I run out of space. I turn off my phone and put it in my pocket," Let's go over the rules while we are walking."

"Boo!"