Summary: Kaminari gets stuck in a situation, thankfully his teachers swoop in to help, also their insomniac son. 

Kaminari was having an overall okay week. His ADHD wasn't completely out of control this week, he only twitched and fidgeted with the edge of his sweater, or Ojiro's tail. He couldn't do anything but try to focus on the lectures his teachers dished out.

Over all a pretty forgettable week.

His friends did fuss about his eye, Mina putting the cold end of her water bottle against it when he complained about it itching. He would just smile brightly at his friends in appretiation. Although he did find it weird that Aizawa was staring at him more than normal, and present Mic was taking his lessons a little slower.

He brushed it off, appreciating the lessons pace. Despite his dyslexia, English was his best subject. Mostly because he was born in America. He moved after the... Accedent. His family was a sore spot that he struggled to  move past, but he found it beneficial to smile through it.

Although the guilt... The smell burning flesh still nauseated him, clawing at him in the middle of the night. He felt less lonely at the dorms, a completely different atmosphere than... There.

 "Kaminari" a gruff voice snapped him out of his stupor. Aizawas eyes studied him carefully, lingering a little too long. "Stop biting your lip, that's a bad habit, unbecoming of a hero in training." 

 Kaminari looked in suprise, running his tongue over his lips, tasting blood. 

 "Here dude" Kirishima tapped on his back, shoving a tissue in his face. 

Kaminari smiled brightly before putting the tissue up to stop the lip bleed. Class continued as normal, Aizawa lecturing them on hero history.

On Friday Kaminari was ecstatic to know that they were playing cops and robbers. They pulled lots for teams.

 Cops: Bakugo, Uraraka, Sero, and Hagakure

Robbers: Kaminari, Kirishima, Ashido, and Ojiro

Of couse, they had Their asses handed to them by Bakugo, but it was still a fun game. Him and Kirishima only let out giggles Uraraka sent them flying to the air, Bakugo sending blast to them. Hero training was normally very hard, but with winter break rapidly approaching, the cold air made the class extra bubbly.

Back at the dorms, his classmates were being picked up by parents slowly, saying their goodbyes for the weekend, all in good spirits. Denki was one of the few that never got picked up. His close friend group knew that he was staying at a foster home, they just didn't know the gritty details. What he did...

He shook his head, sending a smile to Sero, who's ride had shown up. "Winter breaks next weekend duuudddeee!" He rolled down his window to yell. Kaminari and Kirishima laughed, rolling their eyes. 

 A car horn honked.

 "Oh, that's my ride! Bye Bakubro, Kami. Take care of your eye." Kirishima waved, bouncing to car, greeting his mom loudly before closing the door.

 "Have a good fuckin' weekend or whatever sparky." Bakugo mumbled before leaving for his house. 

 Kaminari swung his backpack over his shoulder, pulling his hoodie closer to his body. He wasn't looking forward to going back to the home at all. He was the oldest one there by three years. The other kids loved him, and if he was being honest, he loved them too. He wasn't going to get too attatched, but he would protect them as much as he could.

He was the one to take their beatings for them.

Most of the time they weren't that bad, they made sure to limit the punches, kicks and cuts to places that could be hidden by clothing. Lately though, they were rougher. But It wasn't anything Kaminari couldn't take. 

The walk back was long, the sun had set two hours ago. His breath crystallized in the air around his head, he slid on his mittens, rubbing his red nose to get the frost away. Tears sprung from his eyes, the wind wiping his face raw. 

He felt the cut on his back reopen slightly. It has been a real nucence, so we're the bruises on his ribs that made it hard for him to breath. 

He rounded the corner of the nehborhood, surprised to see sirens blaring blue and red. What?

He's rushed to the house, a cold sweat trickled down his spine. Thoughts raced through his head.

He bumped shoulders with someome, he cringed at the sore spot, turning around to say sorry, only to stutter. 

The foster home owner?

 "Oh you, ya little bitch" he sneered, getting all up close and personal. His breath reeked of alchohal. "I told you not to come back, but your a little sucker for pain aren't ya?" Kaminari flinched back, all too used to this tone.

 All of a sudden he jerked back by a police officer, who pushed him foward.

Kaminari was left standing there, shivering in his light hoodie, feeling all too exposed. A sucker for pain. He sniffled a little, but he probably deserved the pain anyways.

The other kids of the home were getting checked on my paramedics, none looking too harmed. His brain was too frozen over to focus on the situation. 

Suddenly a warm weight was placed over his head. Kaminari jumped in suprise, pulling the heavy jacket off of his head. 

 "Wear it kid, you'll freeze to death."

 Kaminari squinted to make sure he wasn't seeing things. 

 "Aizawa sensei?" 

 Aizawa didn't respond, studying his student. His eyes were puffy, cheeks red from the cold. He slowly pulled the jacket on, fidgeting with the ends of the sleeves that fell over his fingers. 

 "Your foster home was reported." He stated simply. " I already cleared it up with the police, your coming with me. " The pro hero put a hand on his students head, steering him to the car. Present Mic sat in the driver's seat, giving the kid a bright smile. Kaminari's mouth was agape in shock.

Aizawa opened the back door, gently pushing Kaminari to sit on the leather seat. "Mr. Aizawa, Mr. Mic- you d-don't have to do this." His teeth chattered. He pulled the jacket around tighter around himself. Present Mic turned on the heater. 

 "We were planning on coming, when we found out about your... Situation." His teacher answered cooley as they pulled out from the street. Both heros were wearing civilian clothes, seemingly having a mental conversation. 

 Kaminari looked down, sniffling some more. He coughed the cold air from his lungs before speaking. "I-im sorry i never told you. I figured that it didn't really matter." He whispered softly.

 "Of course you matter kid! Here ya go." Present Mic reached back to hand Kaminari a box of tissues. "Were about ten minutes away from our house, so you can take a hot shower when you get back, don't want ya to catch a cold! " 

Kaminari took the tissues with wide eyes, tears starting to come back, but for a different reason. His heart felt warm, but his eyes felt heavy. "T-thank you so much" he tried to keep the shake out of his voice.

Aizawa made eye contact with him through the mirror. "I'm checking your injuries when we get back." 

Kaminari nodded, leaning his head against the frosted over window. 

The drive continued in a comfortable silence until they pulled up to a pretty big two story house. He shivered once his skin came back in contact with the winter air, Aizawa  put a hand over his shoulder, the other blonde hero leading the way to the door.

A cat rubbed up against Kaminari's leg, he knelt down to gently run his hand through the cats black fur. He quickly jumped back to his feet when he noticed his teachers staring at him. One with a huge smile, and the other with a blank face. 

"Soups for dinner! Shota will show you to the restroom and help you with your injuries, but only after you shower, you look like the victim of hypothermia." Mic explained as they trecked though the living room and to the kitchen.

A familiar purple heared teen poked his head out from the kitchen doorway, nursing a mug of coffee.

 "Hitoshi" Aizawa warned "what did we tell you about the coffee rule." 

 The other teen shrugged, shameless. His eyes landed on Kaminari, staring at him.

"Forgive our son, he's not good with socializing " Hizashi grabbed Shinsou's hand, pulling him closer to their little group.

"Oh, hi Shinsou!" Kaminari beamed, his face still flushed. This only made his smile more cute.

Shinso looked away, if he kept looking then he would have to smile back. Present Mic studied his son's odd behaviour, before smiling a devilish smile. "Don't worry my dear son, Kaminari will give your hoodie back tomorrow. " he joked, in attempts to embarrass his son. 

The brain washer only stared at him blankly, both parents noticing the subtle eye twitch. Kaminari blushes furiously, starting to take off the hoodie. "I-im sorry you can h-have it bac -" Kaminari was cut off when Shinsou put up a hand to stop him. 

"Its okay, you were cold."

The parents watched this exchange, both giving each other knowing looks. 

" Kaminari, you can give your bag to Shinsou. He'll put it where you'll be staying. Hitoshi, get some clothes for him to sleep in" Aizawa orderd. Both agreed silently, Shinso taking the bag from his friends back before going upstairse. 

Kaminari didn't realize how sore his muscles were until he could relax. He let the nipping cold get chased away by the heat of the faucet. He winced at the bruises on his stomach, and shoulder. The ones on his neck had faded, so had his eye, thank god.  The cut on his back still hurt like shit though. 

Present Mic knocked on the bathroom door, entering with a towel and a pair of sweatpants before leaving again. 

Kaminari was only in the shower for a few more minutes before stepping out. He dried himself off with the towel, carefully not to put too much pressure on his sore areas. 

It was in that moment that everything hit him.

He was at his teachers house.

His foster home was shut down, he wasn't likely to see the kids that he took beatings for ever again. But that's okay, Because that's what a hero was. Someone who protects something, not expecting anything in return.

But his teachers were actually letting him stay at their place! 

It was probably the best courtesy that's been offered to him in a long time.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes again, but he wiped them away furiously, giving the mirror a smile. He was given black sweatpants that were way too baggy on him. But Beggars couldn't be choosers, they hadn't had time to grab any of his stuff from the foster home. He wasn't given a shirt, he guessed, because Aizawa wanted to look at his wounds.

He rolled the elastic bottoms of the sweatpants up to mid-calf, flinging the towel over his shoulders before cracking open the bathroom door.

He cautiously padded down the hallways, the wooden floor cold against his bare feet. The smell of soup wafted from the kitchen, he decided to walk that way figuring he'd run into someone.

As he turned the corner he ran into Shinsou's chest, causing the other boy to look down. Kaminari stepped back, giving him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry" he shoved the hoodie that had kept him warm earlier to the other boy. "Here's your hoodie." He smiled brightly. Completely oblivious to Shinsou's blushing.

The taller teen shook his head "it's okay, you can wear it tonight, they didn't get you a... Shirt." 

Kaminari was suddenly conscious about his bare upper body, wrapping his arms around his chest. "Thank you! " he grinned laughing nervously. 

Shinsou then continued to walk upstairse, when Kaminari looked back to the kitchen Aizawa and Yamada  were chatting amongst themselves. He awkwardly stood there, Shinsou's hoodie hanging from his arm until they noticed him.

"Oh hey listener! Foods ready, you can have it after we check your wounds. " the loud hero said, pulling up a chair for him to sit on. Aizawa grabbed the med kit from a cabnet, getting out the medical tape, cause pads, and hydrogen peroxide. 

Kaminari sat down, his teacher bending down to his level. He pushed down on the big bruise that covered his whole stomach. Kaminari whimpered a little, but stayed still. "Your ribs are jarred, but thankfully not broken. " the teacher stated.

Kaminari nodded, turning around when his sensei told him to. There was a long, jagged cut that went from his shoulder blade to his waist. Yamada and Aizawa shared a look, both of the heros noticing the white scars that ran across his back. 

They worked in silence, Kaminari letting out a few pained noises every minute. Aizawa was not happy. Someone had done this to his student. After wrapping his students whole stomach and back area up to his shoulders, his teacher gently turned him around. 

"I need to know this right now, you don't need to give the details, but I need to know if he did anything... Else to you." 

It took Denki's mind a few seconds to translate what his teacher was asking.

 oh.

Oh.

He swallowed hard, a ball of anxiety sat at the base of his throat. 

"Don't touch her!" 

"Don't talk back dumbass! Sit in the corner like the good little boy you are. "

" NO! " 

"Come here then, if I can't have her, then I'll settle for you." 

The blocked out memories rushed back to his brain, tears blurring his vision.

He bit his lip. hard. He was not about to sob in front of his teachers.

"Its okay" a warm hand graced itself on his shoulder. "You don't have to say anything. " 

Kaminari shoved his head into his homeroom teachers shoulder, composing himself before coming back up.

A steamy bowl of soup was placed in his lap, Kaminari's tears mixed with the broth as he gratefully shoveled a spoonful into his mouth.

Denki slid on Shinsou's hoodie, instantly feeling drained from the events of the day.

"Your rooms upstairs next to Hitoshi's " Yamada informed once he noticed Kaminari's exaustion.

Kaminari didn't know what how he deserved to be laying in this comfortable bed with caring teachers taking care of him, and an insomniac that was sleeping in the bedroom over. But he likes to think that it was because he acted like a hero to those kids, and to that little girl.

A\N:Request open! I'm thinking about continuing this as a series, but I need to know if you guys liked it before I do! The abused series is up!