"YOUR three days are up, ms. aizawa and mr. shigaraki", nezu said.

hoshimi tightly grabbed the fabric of her dress. she bit her bottom lip as she felt like crying. she wasn't even the one that was getting expelled, yet it made her sad that shigaraki would have to leave college.

shigaraki just glanced at his girlfriend beside her. he placed a hand on top of hers, calming her down.

hoshimi had asked iida for help. she believed that shigaraki didn't just copy and paste his whole essay. he was smarter than that, and she knew he was.

however, iida was not able to break the code, or search deeper to see if someone else had logged into shigaraki's account and changed his essay without him knowing.

she had a feeling though. call it a woman's intuition, but she felt that someone was framing him. for what reason, she did not know.

"it's fine. I'll move out by today", shigaraki said as he stood up.

he nodded his head and walked out of the room. hoshimi looked towards her dad, who just closed his eyes and shook his head.

she sighed and followed, catching up to shigaraki.

"are you okay, tomura?", hoshimi asked as she tugged on shigaraki's sleeve.

he just nodded, not really bothering.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help...", hoshimi mumbled, on the verge of tears. she didn't know how shigaraki was keeping it together. if it had been her, she would've been full on sobbing right now.

"thank you for trusting me", shigaraki said, giving the girl a small smile.

"so what are you gonna do now?? maybe apply to another college??"

shigaraki shook his head. "expulsion's going to be on my record forever. I don't think any colleges will accept me now".

"then—"

"don't worry. I'll figure it out", he said.

shigaraki wasn't particularly worried about what he was going to do. after all, college was never his thing. in fact, he never even liked college.

however, his father was another issue. he wasn't sure what his father would think, or say. it was possible that he might even be kicked out of the house. or even worse, abandoned.

"tomura", hoshimi called out.

shigaraki turned to hoshimi. "hm?"

"I'll see you after class and come over to help you pack okay??"

"okay. see you later".

hoshimi gave shigaraki a pitiful smile and kissed him on the cheek before walking away.

"feel better".

»»————-　★　————-««

"aww, come visit often, tomura!!", toga said as she waved him and hoshimi goodbye.

shigaraki had invited hoshimi over to have dinner since she's also never been over to his house before. usually his father wasn't home, so the house was pretty empty, excluding the presence of the maids and butlers.

"welcome back young master. may I ask who this lady beside you is?", kurogiri greeted as another butler was carrying all of shigaraki's things.

hoshimi was shooketh to the core by how formal everyone near them were, despite shigaraki's attitude.

she took glances around the mansion. it was indeed large and decorated with many intricate designs. the vases and paintings that were present were absolutely priceless.

but obviously hoshimi wouldn't know as she was not very into art. she just knew they were expensive as hell as it was typical rich people stuff.

"aizawa hoshimi. she's my girlfriend", shigaraki introduced.

"this is kurogiri. he's been with me since little. he's the head butler of the house. if you need anything, just let him know".

hoshimi nodded and smiled. she stuck her hand out for kurogiri to shake, to which he gladly took.

"welcome miss aizawa. would you like water, or any other beverage?", kurogiri asked.

"I'll take water please. and you can just call me hoshimi or hoshi. it's what others call me anyways".

"duly noted", kurogiri said as he lead shigaraki and hoshimi to the living room.

"also, it seems that master's coming home for dinner tonight. perhaps it'd be wise to wash up", kurogiri suggested.

shigaraki stiffened under the mention of his adoptive father. he wasn't sure whether he was ready for hoshimi to meet him or not. he debated making hoshimi go back home, but that would be super rude.

"let's go wash up", hoshimi smiled, standing up. she entended her hand out, letting shigaraki hold it.

kurogiri had a small smile as he watched them walk upstairs. quickly following behind, he had maids pull out racks of outfits.

"when did you—"

"I've prepared for you to bring home your girlfriend since the young age of 13. I've gathered many outfits from chic to formal. elegant to casual, and in all different sizes", kurogiri proudly said, smiling.

hoshimi coughed a little, holding in her laugh. shigaraki looked away embarrassed. he sighed and went to go change in his room.

"please pick anything you like, miss...hoshimi", kurogiri offered.

"well what do you recommend, kurogiri?" even though hoshimi hasn't been here for long, she was already liking kurogiri's straightforwardness.

"perhaps this stunning green sling v-neck, spaghetti strapped, rhinestone pleated lace dress". kurogiri took the skin tight green dress off the rack, holding it out for hoshimi to see.

hoshimi understood about 3 out of the 13 words he said. she just nodded, trusting kurogiri's fashion sense.

four maids quickly hurried hoshimi into a guest room. they undressed her and redressed her in the slim green dress with a slit on the side of it.

another maid sat her down and started brushing her hair, tying it into a low bun. green dangling earrings were put on, matching the dress.

"wow!! you really look beautiful, miss!!"

"it's all thanks to you guys", hoshimi said to the maids.

"not at all!! it's a miracle that young master brought someone, much less a girl, home", one of the maids said.

"really??"

"mhm! young master almost never has anyone over. except for miss toga and mister dabi. but he says that they eat all the food, so usually he goes over to theirs", a maid said, making hoshimi smile.

"that does sound like him".

a knock was suddenly heard, bringing the girls out of their conversation.

"sorry to intrude, but are you ready—oh my! you look splendid, miss hoshimi!", complimented kurogiri.

shigaraki waited outside, wearing a black suit and a green tie. hoshimi walked out, standing next to shigaraki.

"why thank you, kurogiri".

"my pleasure, miss". kurogiri would be lying if he said that he wasn't proud of shigaraki. he looked so very well, standing next to hoshimi.

shigaraki gave hoshimi a small smile. "you look great".

"as do you, mister shigaraki", hoshimi laughed. she kissed the back of shigaraki's hand, holding it.

"let's go". hoshimi led shigaraki downstairs, with kurogiri and the maids staring in awe.

their young master was indeed growing up.

kurogiri felt his heart warm up. he wanted nothing more, than for shigaraki to be happy. and if that woman made him happy, he was willing to serve her along with him.