Baby Zuku continued to cry, and hesitantly Bakugou approached him, before pulling the kid into his arms.
The kid clung onto him tightly, "I m-missed you so m-much Kaachan..." he whimpered.
"I'm so sorry..." the blond whispered in return. The pair of them repeating their words like mantras until Izuku's tears finally dried.

The child sat back a little, remembering himself, "I'm sorry for the trouble..." he murmured nervously to Aizawa.
"What trouble?" Asked the teacher gently.
"Older me getting rewound...he's probably a lot easier to deal with than me..."
Aizawa chuckled, "he's a pain, but I love him dearly, and I want to make the most of this chance."
"Chance?" Echoed the kid Izuku, cocking his head in an achingly familiar way.
"To meet the kid I never had the chance to raise. One of my greatest wishes was to have found you earlier...to have had more time being your dad."
Izuku's lip trembled, and Shinsou eyed the bucket he'd fetched from the kitchen, currently half full of tears.

The kid did manage to contain his feelings somehow, "But why..."
He was still clutching Bakugou, eyes seeking Shoto's for reassurance every other minute. "Because I love you." Murmured the teacher softly, "and you deserved so much more of a childhood than you got."

"But Ma'am said-" the greenette stopped himself.
"What did she say?" Probed Shinsou but Izuku shook his head, hand over his mouth and the purple haired teen immediately backed down.

Izuku took shallow panicked breaths and Shoto was immediately next to Katsuki, murmuring, "it's okay, you're safe, breathe with me...let's get you something to eat alright?"
Izuku wouldn't meet his eyes, "m'sorry..."
"You're alright Izuku," murmured Bakugou softly, holding the kid a little tighter to his chest, "we don't mind."

He stood up slowly the colour draining from his face as he did so. Izuku was so light. He could barely feel the weight difference and it scared him. He felt Shoto's hand on his shoulder and gritted his teeth. He needed to stay calm.
"Our classmates might be around." Murmured Bakugou, soft as he could, "but you don't need to say anything if you don't want to and tell me if you want me to get rid of 'em."
He felt the green haired child nod against his shoulder and moved toward the door.

He knew the rest had followed but the blond focused on Izuku as they entered the living room and moved to the kitchen to get him some plain rice. He heard the gasps of his classmates but it was the way Izuku's tiny body shook and clutched him tighter that made his throat close up as he valiantly fought not to cry. "You're safe Izuku. I got you." He rumbled quietly, catching Kirishima's horrified eyes as he moved to the stove.
His hand was slapped away by Hitoshi who indicated sternly for him to focus on the kid and leave the cooking for the insomniac to deal with. So he stood, rubbing circles uncertainly into Izuku's back as the kitchen steadily crowded with horrified teenagers.

"Oh my god..."whispered Uraraka lowly to Shoto, "that's seven year old Izuku? He's...he looks starved..."
Yaoyorozu was crying, Kirishima too as Kaminari and Asui gazed almost in a trance at the skeletal form in Bakugou's arms. Sato and Kouda had bolted out the room after seeing all the scars and fresh burns and cuts, obvious where the oversized middle school uniform had ridden up.
Bakugou had noticed the fresh burns and knew they were his doing and it made him feel sick.

A yell of horror by the newly arrived Iida earned a whimper from Izuku who curled into him even more.
Before he could speak up, Hitoshi did. "Guys will you shut it, he's a seven year old brought forward in time nine years, quit staring at him like an animal at the zoo."

"Done." Sighed the Insomniac in the tense silence that followed his reprimand. "Izuku? Do you think you could sit down at the table?"
Izuku flinched a little at being addressed, it was becoming increasingly apparent when someone spoke to him he was not accustomed to anything less than insults.
"I...I can do that s-s-sir..." he whispered throatily.
It was clear he was reluctant, but he'd be here for the whole day so it was best he got a little used to other people. Bakugou loosed his grip and reluctantly helped Izuku settle on one of the kitchen chairs, sitting beside him protectively as Shinsou set half a bowl of rice in front of the kid and chopsticks.

Izuku stared at the chopsticks in confusion before lowering his head to the bowl.
He took a mouthful before Bakugou tendatively stopped him, "Izuku, you know you can use the chopsticks?"
"I'm not allowed." Mumbled Izuku. "Rats don't use their hands."
Bakugou was out of words.

Shoto wasn't, though he was slightly pissed how much Izuku had managed to down play and hide his abuse. This was...unimaginable. "Well you aren't a rat, and we will treat you like the wonderful person you are. Do you know how to use them or would you like a spoon? Should I help?"
Izuku stared at the bicoloured teen with big round eyes, and tears started building again. He opened his mouth but only a whimper came out before he dived back into Bakugou's lap, hiding his face in the surprised blond's chest.
"Izuku?" Probed Bakugou softly.
"Not allowed to cry...not allowed to cry. N-not allowed to cry. Not allowed to cry..." whispered Izuku repeatedly, shaking his head and trembling as he hid in Bakugou's shirt.
The Tsundere and the Kuudere turned to their classmates from some kind of help but none was forth coming from the even more horrified teens. From them at least.

"I'm a hero." Said Aizawa making most of the room jump since they forgot he was there. "And I say you are allowed to cry."
Baby Izuku turned to look at him and fuck Aizawa regretted that decision as the water works stated up in those fucking huge emerald eyes.

Izuku properly ugly cried, there were tears and snot, and snot and tears mixing and it also involved a lot of wailing, but somehow the whole thing was still as endearing as it was heart breaking.
Shoto, unable to take much more, picked up the chopsticks and placed a mouthful of rice in Izuku's field of vision. The child blinked at it, opening his mouth to wail again only for Shoto to use the opportunity to shove the food inside.

Izuku squeaked then melted a little, his eyes fluttering at the taste. Shoto quirked an eyebrow at Hitoshi, but the purple haired teen shrugged, it had just been plain rice. Neither of them liked the places their minds were taking them over what the food Izuku was used to tasted like.

He ate about four more mouthfuls quite enthusiastically before he began to struggle. Thinking it better since he would only be like this for a day not a year, they stopped there. Well Aizawa stopped it after no one else mustered the balls to take the food away from the little angel.

"Hi Izuku, my name's Mina and I'm one of your classmates!" Said Ashido, leaning down introduce herself, he flinched even though she kept her voice low and gazed up at her warily. Bakugou offered his hand in reassurance and Izuku jumped away from it looking confused.
"Sorry, I thought holding on might help?" Mumbled Bakugou. Het thought he knew the limits of guilty but he was about five minutes from digging his own grave.

Izuku reached out taking Bakugou's hand in his own and staring at it curiously. "It's soft."
Ashido giggled, and Uraraka came over asking gently, "you like his hand Izuku."
Momentarily distracted from his anxiety Izuku hummed, "Kaachan...your skin always used to get burned when you over used your quirk...how is your skin so soft?"
"Uh..."
Hitoshi rescued him, "one of our classmates has I suppose you could call it an editing quirk. Dealt with that drawback so Katsuki won't go deaf either."
Izuku's eyes lit up. "That's great! I was always sad that Kaachan would go deaf! I'm so happy he can be number one hero forever!"
Bakugou flushed as Izuku squeezed his hand gazing at him with earnest happiness. He swallowed uncertainly, aware of his classmates but needing an answer. "Izuku...do you really think I should be a hero? After everything I did to you?"

The child didn't even hesitate, "of course Kaachan! Why would I matter? You can save so many people being a hero cuz you'd never give up! Beside you aren't that bad, nothing...nothing like mother! She...she told me to kill myself..."

Okay. He was going to dig his grave now.
Bakugou pulled away and attempted to smile, "thanks Izuku."
"Please call me Deku! It's weird hearing that name!" Izuku beamed brightly, happy to have made his Kaachan feel better.
If he was confused why Bakugou left the kitchen...well the kid would have to deal with it. If Bakugou was breaking down, he did not need Izuku seeing it.