"You actually care...?" - BNHA

«𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕡»

"Okay, I won't pressure you. I'll let you go home, but under one circumstance" -he looked at the boy- "Meet me in the male's locker room before homeroom tomorrow."

Slowly, Shoto nodded.

"Good."

Third Person POV:

After that talk, Aizawa let the boy go. He claimed to be fit enough to go home, so he let him, though he didn't believe it was a good idea at all.

But he had a plan.

Whether or not this plan would work was an entirely different question.

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Shota Aizawa barely got any sleep that night, and that was weird for him, since he was the guy who slept whenever he wanted to, wherever he wanted to.

He nervously glanced at his watch while his spouse was still fixing his hair.

8:03AM

The drive to school from their flat took around fifteen to twenty minutes, and school started at 8:25AM, so they would in theory still have enough time to get there.

"Hizashi, are you almost done?", he shouted over his shoulder, beginning to get slightly impatient, wanting nothing more than to see his student and help him.

"ALMOST!", the loud and energetic voice of his spouse shouted from the bathroom and soon after the owner of said voice stepped out, lazily walking over to the tired raven and slinging an arm around his shoulder.

All the way to school, no word was said. Hizashi could easily tell how tense and stressed Aizawa was, and didn't want to interrupt his daze, knowing that was everything but a good idea.

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Shoto knew there was no way he was able to avoid the situation.

If he were to claim he was ill and didn't go to school, he would either have to stay at home and deal with even more training or would have to go somewhere else apart from school, but if he were to do that, his father and school would be bound to find out, which wouldn't help the situation either.
His teacher would definitely figure it out then.

If he were to go to school, but just not show up in the locker room, his teacher would certainly stop hun some other time and confront him about it, which would bring him into even more trouble.

There was no way of avoiding it now.

But that knowledge didn't stop Shoto from wanting nothing more than to just not go at all.

His whole body ached, his palms were sweating and he felt like throwing up as he stood outside the school's entrance.

The candy-cane-haired male wasn't sure whether his teacher was already there, and waiting for him, but he assumed so.

Taking a deep breath and readying himself for whatever he was going to have to face the moment he entered the locker room, he slowly made his way inside, step for step.