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Telling Aizawa was a lot easier than he thought it would be. Mostly because the blond didn’t look his teacher in the face, and just acted like he was talking to Dabi instead.
“She blamed you for the kidnapping?” Aizawa asked, breaking his silence for the first time since Katsuki started his story.
“Yeah, but that wasn’t surprising. She always blamed me for shit I couldn’t help.”
“So after you went home she just left you alone? Didn’t try to help or anything?”
“No, we basically just went back to our regular schedule of her ignoring me until she wanted to yell at me. I just–um–” Katsuki started, before hesitating and cutting himself off.
“Yes?” Aizawa prompted him to continue.
“Why didn’t you or All Might do anything? When she hit me in front of you two.”
Aizawa sighed, “abuse cases are difficult, especially if the only piece of evidence someone has is visual only, and there’s no record of it. I started looking into what I could about your house as soon as we got back. I had Chiyo give me what she could of your medical records and Nedzu give me what he could about what past teachers said about it. But even those things weren’t enough evidence for me to open a case about it. The most convincing thing would be a confession.”
Katsuki swallowed thickly before nodding, “so you didn’t just ignore it?”
“ Gods no, kid. I would never brush off anything like that. I’m sorry I didn’t mention any of this to you but things like this are difficult, especially when it comes to parents who are in the public eye. That’s also why I’m the one mainly looking into everything instead of All Might because that could raise some alarm bells if he goes around asking questions concerning a student's safety at home.”
Katsuki nodded. That does make a lot of sense. In theory, the blonde knew his teacher wouldn’t just ignore what happened, but the voice in the back of his head had him doubting that.
But also, if his parents being famous would cause issues, Katsuki could only imagine how difficult an abuse case against Endeavor would be.
Fuck.
“So what do we do now?” Katsuki asked, glancing up at his teacher before looking back at his hands in his lap.
“We make an official statement, gather any documented evidence we have, and present papers to your parents. It could either be a case of them signing and them losing custody immediately, or if they’re feeling difficult they could fight it and drag it out in court.”
“Let’s hope they’re not difficult,” Katsuki mumbled to himself before sighing and nodding. “So when’s the confession gonna happen?”
“This weekend would probably work best. If your parents contact you about going there for the weekend, come to me and we’ll come up with an excuse. I would prefer if you didn’t see them alone until after everything is over.”
“Me too.”
Katsuki looked up at the teacher, who sighed and then nodded, “you missed dinner, but I’m sure someone left you a plate. C’mon, let’s go back to the dorms.”