⚠️Hospitals, indications of sexual assault and abuse, crying⚠️

Bakugou's PoV:

Bakugou (yep, still hates himself) wakes up groggily. His eyes feel heavy and tired but nonetheless he opens them. he's met with a white ceiling. "Is this heaven?" he whispers.

"No, this is a hospital," a tired voice says from behind him. Looking across, he sees Aizawa-sensei resting against a chair, pretending like he doesn't care. He looks around and his face drops when he realises his parents didn't show. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel... fine, I guess," he mumbles, voice itchy. "Water," he mumbles out.

Aizawa-sensei grabs a glass of water and gives it to the awoken man. "I'll go and get a doctor for you," he says stoically and leaves the room.

Bakugou groans and looks down. He notices that he has a cross scar on his hand and there are multiple needles sticking into him. Not long after, a doctor with long black hair walks in. "I'm Ezume Nakano. I'm the one who healed all your wounds. My Quirk allows me to speed up the healing process in a human being. I manipulate cells to help speed up the process," he explains.

Bakugou clicks his tongue. "God, you're annoying," he mutters.

"Bakugou, don't be rude," Aizawa-sensei orders.

"Shut up, teach," he snaps.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Nakano (I love that last name) asks.

"Well, I wanted to die, so I tried to. It's no biggy, I'll be fine," he explains without any hesitation or concern.

"You're going to have to be admitted into a psychiatric ward so they can evaluate you," he says, voice reeking of pity.

"There is no way I'm going to go to one of those places. I have to train to become a hero!"

"Oh, are you an aspiring hero?" he asks gently.

"Yeah, I'm going to be number one and beat Deku." He smirks.

"He goes to U.A. and is a first year in the hero course," Aizawa-sensei butts in.

Nakano thinks for a second before coming to a conclusion. "Alright, you can go back but have to be under constant surveillance, you understand? We need you to be kept safe."

"Thankyou, doctor," Aizawa-sensei says.

"I'll leave you guys to it. You can leave at any time." Nakano leaves the room, moving to the side to let in a girl with long black locks and sharp purple eyes.

"Hey, Kat!" She squeals. "I'm so glad you're awake!"

Bakugou readjusts himself on the bed. "Hayami..." he whispers.

"I was soooooo worried about you." she grabs Bakugou's hand and entwines fingers. He shivers. Aizawa-sensei watches on angrily. He doesn't know what this girl did, but he knows she's done some pretty bad stuff. "I can't wait for you to come back home and we can play so many games." She laughs lightly.

"I don't want to play games with you, idiot," he snarls. She tightens her grip, acrylic nails digging into his hand. He holds back a groan.

"Oh, come on. I know you liked them before. I have an extra special one I want to play today."

"You're our house maid, Hayami, not my friend. And I have to go back to the dorms."

"Aww, that's so sad. We'll just play on Saturday then."

"Can you let me go?"

"But-"

"Now," he hisses. "I don't want anything to do with you, you got that?"

She leans down to his ear and whispers, "Be careful, Bakuboo. Remember, I have many more photos to send around." Bakugou's gaze drops to his lap and so does his expression. Suddenly, her phone buzzes. She pulls it out and lets go of Bakugou's hand. "Won't you look at that? The surprise has arrived. You're going to love this when you come back." She giggles and skips out of the room.

The tension is lifted when Hayami leaves and Bakugou lets out a sigh in relief. Aizawa-sensei doesn't question the encounter. Not yet at least.

***

Aizawa's PoV (I know there are so many PoV changes but this is a first draft ig):

After Bakugou changes into his now clean school uniform, he leaves with Shouta back to the dorms (pretend it's a Thursday). The car ride holds a tight silence. Shouta is concerned for the boy who is just annoyed with everything. There's 10 minutes until they reach the dorms and Shouta has too many questions that need answering.

He pulls over and locks the car doors. "What the hell?" Bakugou asks grumpily, removing his head from his hand to look at his teacher.

"I have questions that need answering," he says inexpressively.

"No way am I answering any of your questions. Let's just go back to the dorms."

Shouta frustratedly says, "I know you don't want to talk to me, kid, but I've been waiting months for answers and you never give them to me. You tried to die only 2 weeks ago. I respect that you might not want to talk about it to me, but I saw the way you acted around that girl, Hamyami. It wasn't natural and it's very concerning. And those injuries you acquired from the so-called fall were not from the fall, were they? They couldn't've been. Bakugou, I am concerned about you and I need answers. You've been running me around in the same loop. And that photo that was sent around the class? I saw it, Bakugou." His eyes widen and they begin to shake. He tries to ground himself by rubbing his hands over each other. "I don't hate you for it. You don't seem like the kind of person to do that stuff, am I mistaken?"

"What if I am, huh? What if I sent that photo around?" his voice is shaky.

"No one in their right mind would send a pic like that around their class. It isn't normal."

Bakugou breaks down in that moment, tears running marathons and body shaking like a furless dog in negative degree weather. Sobs worse than Midoriya's erupt from his mouth and even though Shouta has comforted people recently, Bakugou isn't like everyone else. He doesn't know the origins of that photo and doesn't know what kinds of stuff this boy has been through. Therefore, he doesn't know how to comfort him except to tell him everything's okay and instructing him to breathe.

After what seems like an eternity, Bakugou calms down and Shouta tells him that they'll talk about it the next day.

***

Shouta couldn't sleep the previous night. He was up in the teacher's common room, pacing with too many racing thoughts. His mind went through all the realities that Bakugou may be living in. None of them were good ones. Some were just sad while others were terrifying.

The school day has ended and Bakugou hangs around in the classroom with Shouta. He takes a seat beside the boy. "Can you tell me what's going on at home?" he asks gently.

"Nothing's going on at home," he mumbles.

"I read your note, Bakugou. I know something isn't right."

Bakugou pauses and sighs. "It's really not that bad. My parents just argue a lot 's all. They usually forget about my presence."

"Midoriya told me that when you were in kindergarten, you said your mum hadn't said I love you to you in 2 years."

"Yeah, and?"

"I know you are aware that that is child neglect. You've expressed that. Does this still happen?"

"They're pretty absentee in my life," he murmurs. "Unless I do something stupid."

"What happens then?"

Bakugou stays silent, playing with his hands. "Well... it depends, I guess. Sometimes they'll just comment on everything I do. Like when I ended All Might, everything I did was linked to the reason he isn't number 1."

"You did not end All Might," Shouta says harshly.

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbles.

"I know this may be a lot to ask of you right now, but I saw the bruises on your wrists and jawline. Where did they come from?" Bakugou stays absolutely silent for some time. "You don't have to answer-"

"Shut up," he interrupts without any bite. The next silence is short lived. "It isn't a healthy relationship..." he mutters.

"You and Kirishima?" Shouta is ready to rip someone's head off.

"No. Me and Hayami," he replies.

It takes some time for everything to settle in. The image, the bruises, his jumpiness, how uncomfortable he was in the hospital room. "Oh... ohh," he says (?) in realisation. "You have to breakup," he orders.

"I can't. She's got more." Bakugou crouches over and grips the edge of the seat with his hands baring white knuckles. His legs squeeze together nervously beside his arms.

"More what?" Shouta knows what he's referring to but needs to hear it from him, needs the clarification.

"... More photos."

"You aren't going back home tonight," Shouta informs with unwavering commitment.

"But I have to," Bakugou says panicky. "She'll kill me."

"I'll call Tsukauchi who can hire someone to hack into her phone and delete the photos."

"She'll have other ways to ruin my life."

Shouta thinks for a while. "What if you tell her to meet you somewhere and then I attack her, grab her phone and hand it into the police?"

Bakugou thinks for a second before nodding. "That could work."

"We need to do it today. Tell her now though."

He nods and pulls out his phone, texting the hideous girl. "She'll meet me in an alleyway near **** at 6pm sharp."

"OK. I'll see you then." (bro, this sounds as if they are planning a big operation to attack the LOV)

The two split up, Bakugou heading to his dorm while Shouta heads to the teachers' lounge to tell Hizashi about what is going on and how they are definitely going to be adding a new member to their family.

*** (let's get this over with so we can see the good stuff)

The moon glimmers above, the city lights lighting the streets. Shouta balances on the top of a building, watching the faint outline of Bakugou standing in the alleyway. He looks at his watch. 5:57 pm. Only three more minutes to spare until she arrives. It's the most agonizingly long three minutes of his life. He's waiting for the girl to find her way into the alleyway. She is spot on 6:00 pm when she shows up next to Bakugou.

Shouta notices how she whispers something in his ear before pushing him against the wall. Action time. Shouta wraps his scarf around a shop sign a few feet down and jumps off the roof, his scarf keeping him from falling to his death. Immediately, he restrains the female.

"I'm going to say this only once," Shouta seethes. "Stay the hell away from my student, understood?" He pulls Hayami close to him and reaches into her pocket, grabbing her phone.

"Hey! You can't take my phone!" She argues.

"I don't care." He looks at Bakugou. "Password."

"How would I know?" he barks.

Turning back to Hayami, he tightens his scarf around her. "Hey! Let me go!"

"No way, wack ass hoe." Bakugou snickers. "Now, tell me your password or I'll tell the media what a cruel girl you are."

She gulps. "Bakuhoe," she murmurs.

"What?" he asks, baffled.

"Bakuhoe! Instead of Bakugou, it's Bakuhoe," she screams angrily.

He types in the password and enters her photo gallery. It's full of video and photos of the teenager. Either of him beat up or in some disgusting position. He selects all the photos and deletes them from her gallery and also from recently deleted. He goes into her contacts and deletes every person from class 1-A, including Bakugou. Using her phone, he dials the police.

***

The police arrest her on the spot. Apparently, she has gone to jail twice for sexual assault. As a reoffender, she's been given 100 years in prison on the spot. Just by looking at Bakugou's face, Shouta could tell how relieved he was to finally hear he was free from her grasps.

The two watch as the police cars drive into the distance. "You hungry?" Shouta asks, knowing that he has to be hungry. It's 7:30 pm after all. It took a long time to sort everything out with the police. He wouldn't've eaten since lunch time.

"No. I'm good. Had some food before I came here," he says.

"I don't care. We're getting food. I'm starving," Shouta states. He begins to walk away and towards a takeaway pizza shop he sees in the distance. Bakugou follows closely behind. The breeze brushes through their hair in a calming manner. "How you holding up?" A car drives by, music blaring loudly.

"Jeez, will you stop treating me like a baby? I'm perfectly fine, OK?" he says bitterly.

"Whatever." They continue in silence until they reach the pizza shop. It's warm inside and smells like pizza obviously. "You sure you don't want anything to eat?" Shouta asks before handing over his credit card.

"Like I said before, no."

He looks at the teen sceptically but hands over his credit card to the cashier anyways. They are order number 68 and they hang around the entrance of the shop but still tucked in the warmth. "Just saying, you'll be staying over at my place. I don't want you going back to your place," he informs coldly.

"No. I'll go back home. I'll be fine. It's not like they'll notice me anyways," Bakugou responds with a hint of sadness.

"Bakugou, I said no. They were not happy to see you in the hospital. I won't let you stay in a toxic environment."

"I said I'll be fine."

"Bakugou, no. I don't know much about what happens at your place, but I do know it isn't right. I'm going to get them arrested."

Bakugou looks up in shock but quickly regains his composure. "Yeah, sure. I totally believe you. I don't hate living with them. They are annoying at times but that-"

"Bakugou. I never grew up in a healthy home. My dad was an alcoholic and we lived in poverty. I'll save you the dirty details. I hated it but never told anybody because I didn't think anyone could help, let alone care. Yamada found out and he he saved me from there. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. I promised myself that I would never let any of my students suffer. I promised myself I'd always help them, no matter what."

Bakugou stares down, eyes holding sadness. "I'm not lying," he grumbles.

"I don't care. I'll get you out of that home."

"Like hell I want to be put in the system," he snaps.

"You won't be put in the system. I'll adopt you," Shouta says casually.

Bakugou chokes on thin air, coughing. "You'll w-what?"

"I'll – well, we, Hizashi and I will adopt you."

"Wait, Yamada-sensei!?" he shouts, utterly confused, earning some looks from customers.

"Yeah. I'm gay, he's gay, you're gay."

"Bitch, I'm pansexual."

"Don't call me bitch, you bitch," Shouta playfully snaps and grins awkwardly.

"Your smile needs work," Bakugou says with disappointment.

"Order 68!" A man shouts. Shouta walks over and grabs his pizza, whiffing the peperoni and mozzarella. He heads back to Bakugou and they walk outside the restaurant. Shouta immediately opens the box of pizza and snatches up a piece, stuffing it into his mouth. He absorbs all the tastes and lets out a pleasurable moan (Istg if I see anything in the comments-).

Bakugou snickers which earns him a death stare. "You're the same height as Todoroki, right?" Shouta asks still consumed with his pizza.

"Almost," he grumbles.

"Ok good."

"Wha – why do you need to know?"

"Because I adopted Todoroki."

"That's disgusting. I'm heading back to the dorms." Just as Bakugou attempts to make his escape, Shouta wraps him up in his scarf.

"There is no way I'm going to be around Icy-hot for an entire weekend!" he squirms in the scarf.

"You have to deal with it. The dorms are locked on the weekends. I don't care what you say. I'll drag you if I need to."

Bakugou loudly groans and Shouta releases him from his scarf. "Behave," he says bluntly.

"But Icy-hot is so annoying," he complains.

Shouta ignores the boy and continues walking home while letting the pizza fill him up.

When they arrive at the apartment complex and climb the stairs under Bakugou's command, Hizashi opens the front door, Shoto standing behind him. They both look bewildered at the sight. "Stop staring, you extra!" Bakugou snaps. Shoto rolls his eyes. "Did you just disrespect me?" he growls.

His eyes fill with fear, turning away to avoid eye contact. Hizashi glances at the scared boy and rests a hand on his shoulder. Bakugou's baffled at the sight. The yellow-head moves to the side, letting the two males into the room. Bakugou looks around the house, poking his head into ever room.

"Shoto, can you get Bakugou some clothes he can borrow?" Shouta asks.

He nods and heads to his room, returning with some navy trackpants and a grey jumper. He hands them to Shouta who immediately hands them to Bakugou. "I'm not wearing Icy-hot's clothes. Who knows where he's been or what he's eaten." A frown becomes at home on his face.

"Bakugou, the bathroom is down the hall to the right. Go change," Shouta orders, pointing towards the bathroom.

Bakugou groans and slumps over to the bathroom. With his presence sealed behind a door, they can all breathe. "Don't act rash with him. He may not look it, but he's most definitely afraid of touch," Shouta informs.

"Why?" Hizashi asks.

"It's complicated..." When Bakugou returns, the jumper hangs off his fragile frame and his pants sit loosely on his hips. They knew he was shorter, but they didn't expect his clothes to be so big on him. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight, Bakugou. Got it? We'll sort out sleeping arrangements later, understood?"

"I'm not going to live with you. I don't want to be near Candy Cane 24/7. That's torture," Bakugou bites back.

"Then where else would you go?"

"... Home," he says and grimaces as if it's a foreign word.

"No way am I letting you go back there. Understood?"

He rolls his eyes and heads to the lounge. "Whatever. Night, let the monsters crawl out from under your bed!" he says and flips the light switches off to the lounge.

The other three sigh and head off towards their rooms.