Raised In A House Not A Home

Aizawa was silent in his seat across from Bakugou who sat low in his chair, eyes watching the door with such intensity Aizawa considered that maybe the teen thought it would be dangerous to look away. His arms crossed over his chest, hands set away behind the tangled limbs, chin tucked, guarding himself in such a hidden but popping way. Aizawa cursed himself, the more he looked the more signs showed, he should have noticed, others definitely had.“Midoriya, I know you and Bakugou grew up together, I’d like to ask you if you think there is something to worry a-”“I think you should get him out of that house as soon as possible.”“Do you think there should be a concern?”“Yes.” The answer was fast, a dagger to the heart.--------------Aizawa looks farther into what needs to be done to help Bakugou.