A TRAUMATIZED MOM AS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT?

After a few months, Izuku let his guard down... grave mistake...

They were a few wonderful months of relative peace, until an underpaid clerk failed to double-check what kind of caregivers were on the list he was reviewing.

At U.A., the tension was thick.

The silence that fell over Class 1-A wasn't an ordinary silence; it was a seismological void, the kind that heralds the end of a geological era. Shoto Todoroki wasn't yelling. He was standing right next to his desk, eyes locked squarely on Izuku Midoriya. The right side of his body gave off frost so thick the linoleum floor creaked under his shoes, while a thin wisp of hot smoke drifted off his left shoulder.

"Midoriya..." Shoto said, with a calm so icy it nearly froze the air in the room. "Why does my mother have a collar just like the ones on your sex slaves?"

"T-THEY'RE NOT SEX SLAVES, TODOROKI-KUN!!!" Izuku shrieked, sweating cold bullets from head to toe.

At the back of the teacher's platform, tucked inside his yellow sleeping bag, Shota Aizawa couldn't help but crack open an irritated, bloodshot eye. He blinked once, processed the sentence, and realized his teaching salary did not cover this tier of institutional degradation.

"My mother...."

"It was a bureaucratic error!!" Izuku screamed. "Mom texted me saying a very polite lady showed up at the house with a teapot and cookies, but I didn't ask for this!!"

"Are you saying my mother isn't your pet?" Shoto asked, face utterly blank

"OF COURSE NOT! SHE'S A LADY WHO DESERVES RESPECT AND PEACE OF MIND!!"

Right at that exact second, the classroom's sliding door flew open unannounced. Nemuri Kayama strolled in with a clipboard tucked under her arm, her domino mask firmly in place, holding headbands with faux animal ears.

"Master, which ears would look better on Rei-san? Polar bear or arctic fox?" she asked, holding up the headbands.