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There was a post-dawn chill in the air as Izuku and Aizawa made their way to Nezu’s office. After a brief conversation, they both came to recognise that they would be unable to act as though everything was normal, and needed to let Aizawa’s boss, and Izuku’s school principal know.
It helped that they were also on the same page about informing him of the events to come regardless of the way they felt about everything. Nezu’s mind, and his pull as principal of the top hero school in Japan left him with the resources they’d need to be able to deal with the key players in the chain of events that led to the End.
Aizawa slowed as they walked through the large building. Noticing this, Izuku stopped and turned to look at him quizzically.
He noticed tension in Aizawa’s shoulders.
“Izuku.”
The green-haired boy felt his eyebrows dip in worry.
“I just wanted to apologise. For not going to find you as soon as I woke up here yesterday.”
Izuku let out a huff of relief and slight amusement.
“It’s okay. I didn’t go and find you either.” He gently pointed out. “Plus, after seeing my mother again, I was kind of a mess.”
His parent’s frame relaxed.
“Yeah. All though, it really was up to me to find you. I can access your records from the school. You would have no idea where to find me since the dorms don’t exist.”
Izuku’s nose scrunched.
“Isn’t looking up personal information like that without a good reason illegal?”
Aizawa shrugged. Izuku narrowed his eyes before a thoughtful look crossed the man's face.
“We should exchange phone numbers.”
Izuku blinked.
“I forgot that was an option.” He admitted sheepishly.
He felt Aizawa laughing at him with his eyes and pouted at the man.
“Gimme your phone.”
Aizawa laughed out loud this time and obliged. He quickly added himself in the contacts list, making sure his profile image was a silly selfie, with a most beautiful close-up of his eye, if he did say so himself.
He felt Aizawa leaning over his shoulder and could practically feel the amused eye roll.
Izuku then pulled out his own phone after locating Aizawa’s number and created his own contact for the man. He quickly took a selfie of himself with Aizawa over his shoulder before the man caught on to what he was doing and inserted the picture as his profile. He returned the man’s phone and finished typing up the contact name before saving it.
He looked up to see Aizawa giving him a slightly perturbed look.
“A bit past that, don’t you think Izuku?” He asked meaningfully.
Izuku’s face went bright red, but, without complaint, went to change the contact name from “Aizawa-sensei” to “Dad”. He turned his phone to the man and looked away, flush still visible on his ears and the side of his face.
“Better?” He mumbled.
He got an approving nod, and Aizawa began to walk again, hiding a small, pleased smile in his capture weapon.
Izuku pocketed his phone and rushed to catch up wearing a larger matching smile.
~~~~~~
“Welcome, welcome!”
The two entered the office, being greeted cheerfully by Principal Nezu. Aizawa walked on ahead, but Izuku, who had not been in the space many times before, moved slower to take the small room in. In the first half was a set of grey couches and a coffee table, surrounded by full wooden bookshelves. In the other half, was a large desk and chair, foregrounding a window which spanned the whole wall. Oddly enough, the chair didn’t seem to dwarf Nezu, who was animatedly offering Aizawa a cup of tea.
Izuku was pulled from his thoughts as Nezu turned to him.
“And for you, Midoriya-kun? Would you like any tea?”
He turned wide eyes to Aizawa and received a noncommittal nod.
“Ah, uh, yes please Nezu-sensei!”
Nezu led the two to the couches, and placed the tea in front of them with a clink. He then took a sip of his own tea as Aizawa and Izuku settled before assessing them with a sharp glint in his eye.
Izuku gulped under the scrutinising gaze, while Aizawa sat passively, seemingly unbothered by the principal. He does know from the stories his Dad shared in the End, that Nezu enjoyed unnerving people, having gained sadistic tendencies towards humans due to his past. He also knew that beneath that, Nezu genuinely cared about those who were under his care in his own unique way. Aizawa especially, seeing as he had once been a student and was now his employee. The two had shared a long-lasting professional relationship
Nezu relaxed the scrutiny, Izuku’s shoulders falling in response.
“Seems like you two have had more time than the rest of us lately.”
Izuku’s jaw dropped at the accuracy, whipping his head between the principal and the teacher. This development seemed to be within Aizawa’s expectations as he nodded to the rat’s-? Words.
“We came back from two years in the future.” He dropped, bluntly.
Welp, Izuku would let his dad do the talking. Seems he has everything under control.
Nezu lowered his tea cup.
“I see. This is certainly an unexpected situation. I assume there are things you feel that are important to tell me?”
Izuku blew steam off of his own tea while Aizawa sighed and ducked his head as he leaned forward on his elbows.
“The future is bad. No way around it. This is bigger than us. I would prefer to tell you and the rest of the teachers all at once if that’s alright.”
“Of course!” Nezu glanced at his watch. “We still have an hour before the school day, but your co-workers should all be here now. I can get everyone into a meeting room now, just to get them all up to speed.”
Aizawa nodded.
“Of course, we will arrange another time to talk more in-depth about the events and what we can do to change them. I will ask the teachers to stay after school, assuming Midoriya-kun and yourself feel up to it later today.”
Izuku blinked.
“You want me there too?”
Aizawa scoffed.
“Kid. Between the two of us we were there for everything. Don’t understate your importance in the events that occurred just because you’re fifteen again.”
Nezu’s nose twitched.
“I- fair. Okay. Do you want me to come to the staff meeting now too?”
Shota thought back to Nemuri and Hizashi’s reactions when he spoke about the kid.
“...Unless you really want to come, maybe spare my dignity a little longer.”
Izuku’s head tilted in confusion. Shota sighed again, and pet his curls, the kid’s nose scrunching at the action. “Cute,” he thought.
“You just mentally prepare yourself for seeing the class. You know where the meeting room is if you need to find me.”
His words were acknowledged with a nod. Izuku hopped off the couch and moved to leave the room, before stopping at the door, and turning to face Nezu.
“Nezu-sensei… Thank you for the tea. And uh- it was- it was good to see you again.”
He gave one last small smile, and left.
Nezu looked on sadly, and turned to Aizawa.
“It was bad?” He asked even though he knew the answer.
Aizawa gave a pained expression.
“You have no idea.”
“…”
“Your dignity, Aizawa-kun?
Shota groaned.