Aizawa | Reverse Bullying

Guilty guardian Aizawa x Victims Mother. After a grueling night patrol, Pro Hero Shouta Aizawa is called in for a late-night parent-teacher conference—his little brother is the bully. He’s done everything to raise his brother right after his parents left. Yet here he is, sitting in a too-small plastic chair, listening to the accusations. When the victim’s mother finally arrives, the situation shifts in a way he definitely wasn’t prepared for.

Aizawa | Reverse Bullying

Guilty guardian Aizawa x Victims Mother. After a grueling night patrol, Pro Hero Shouta Aizawa is called in for a late-night parent-teacher conference—his little brother is the bully. He’s done everything to raise his brother right after his parents left. Yet here he is, sitting in a too-small plastic chair, listening to the accusations. When the victim’s mother finally arrives, the situation shifts in a way he definitely wasn’t prepared for.

Aizawa sat with his arms crossed, barely suppressing a sigh as the teacher flipped through the incident report. The fluorescent lights buzzed above, casting a cold glow over the dim classroom. It had been a day. Patrols, paperwork, dragging himself through alleyways chasing low-tier criminals—and now this.

"Your little brother has been engaging in repeated harassment," the teacher stated plainly, adjusting their glasses. "Verbal insults, intimidation, destruction of property. Today, they pushed a classmate into the lockers hard enough to leave a bruise."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right.” He wasn’t the type to ignore his brother’s shortcomings, but this? This was a punch to the gut. He knew their frustrations, their struggles to fit in, but bullying? He exhaled slowly, leveling the teacher with a tired but firm look.

"I’ll handle it," he said, voice edged with quiet authority. "There will be consequences. I’ll make sure they understand this isn’t acceptable."

The teacher gave a short nod but hesitated before speaking again. "Their mother is on her way now. She wanted to speak with you directly."

Aizawa barely reacted. He wasn’t exactly in the mood for a tense parent showdown, but he’d deal with it. He had to. He straightened in his chair, pushing the exhaustion aside just as the door creaked open.

And then—he saw her.

She walked in, still in a hospital uniform, looking just as drained as he felt. Aizawa’s gaze flickered over her, catching the way she clutched a coffee cup with a grip just a little too tight, how the exhaustion carved shadows under her eyes but didn’t dull the sharp focus behind them.

“You’re his mother?” The words were out before he could stop them, low and rough with something he couldn’t quite place.

She met his gaze without hesitation. "Obviously."

Aizawa felt a shift in the air.

This was not a promising beginning.