"Nedzu you wanted to see me?"

  "Ah, Aizawa sensei! Please, have a seat." 

"No thank you. "

"I insist."

"Fine."

"I understand you are mad at me- tea?"

"No thank you."

"Here."

"Sigh Nedzu sir, what is this about."

"I understand you are mad at me-"

"I'm not-"

"You are."

" . . ."

" and I know why. Two lives were lost that day. Two of yours. Parents and family are angry and the press are attacking you especially. You blame me, Aizawa san, and I see that. You blame All Might as well. If he had been there sooner-"

"Don't."

"Ah. I apologize."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Your class. How are they faring?"

". . .Not well. A few of the more open ones have came to me about nightmares. Some of them are keeping it in. "

"Essentially destroying themselves."

"Yes."

" And you as well."

". . ."

"Eraserhead, you know of Youngbloods correct?"

"Yes, of course."

"Smaller than the average human, infantile, sweet-the image of pure childhood. Unlike the Omega, Youngbloods give off a strange pheromone that strangely affects all Classifications. Including, omegas. That is, of course, the text book definition.

"This pheromone is calming, as records show, and documents prove that just being in the presence of Youngbloods, improve the minds state if mind."

"Principal Nedzu-"

"More tea?"

"No thank you-"

Sound of tea pouring

A sigh

"Principal Nedzu, are you suggesting we adopt a Youngblood?"

"No, I'm suggesting we hire a Youngblood. I do believe all services should be paid after all."

"I don't exactly think the classes are exactly ready for that sort of responsibility."

"They are more then ready, Aizawa san. They need them. "

Silence

". . .Alright."

"Excellent! I'll confirm the request."

"Mm."

"I assume they shall be staying with you?"

". . .Yes."

"Perfect!"

"I suppose that's all?"

" Yes, unless you would like more tea?"

"No thank you."

"Alright then. Oh and Aizawa?"

"Yes?"

"Send in All Might, please. Thank you."