Sorting It Out

negotiation

The man that Mr Aizawa came with finally decides to intertwine into this convocation. Though he doesn't talk to me. He runs a hand through his blonde hair before turning to my father.

"Is there any way we can convince you that your son should attend UA. he would make a great difference to the school." he asks.

I can see my father thinking for a second. We all stare at him waiting for a reply. I feel something tighten around my hand. I look down to see that my maybe soon to be teacher and i's hands are still intertwined from the previous handshake. His body tense even further as my father speaks.

"He can attend, but he is to live at home and not in the dorm rooms." he finally reveals his negotiation.

I try to pride my hand out of the tight grip it is being held in but as soon as I tug my hand away slightly his grip turns to iron and I can't move my hand.

"It is required that all students stay in the dorm rooms if they are to attend UA. it is for the safety of the students and there have been several incidents where we have let kids break the rules and it has ended tragically." the blonde speaks once again informing my father of the rules.

My father gave a slight eye roll and crosses his arms while leaning against the back of the couch. He huffs and puffs clearly disapproving of the current rules.

"If it makes you feel any better and if it changes your mind the dorms are set up in classrooms. So everybody in Midoriya's class will be kept in the same building. They have a kitchen to share between them all but each dorm has their own individual bathrooms with a toilet and shower. 1 person per dorm room and there is a curfew that the kids have to be in their classes building s by. The teacher has full access to the security cameras and if anything suspicious happens the teacher is always on top of it."

I stare blind eyed at the man that would be my teacher. For someone who looks tired and looks as if he doesn't want to be here as much as me he sure has a lot to say. We once again stare at my father as he processes all the new information that was just provided.he leans forwards and looks straight into the blonde guy and my maybe teachers eyes.

"I will let him attend UA but he has to spend every weekend back home." he concludes by popping the m on the word home.

My teacher finally lets go of my wrist and looks towards the blonde man. The blonde one simply nods his head before turning back to my father. It is quiet for a while before the blondie decides to speak and break the wall of silence.

"I suppose we can arrange that." and with that being said it was official that i was going to be attending UA highschool. I was overflowing with joy though I couldn't express any of it otherwise things just may get worse.

I mumble a quick thank you to my father while suddenly finding my feet very interesting. I feel a weight being released off my wrists as my teacher lets go and drops his hand to his side. My father then suddenly stands up and walks over to me. He leans down to my ear and whispers the most terrifying thing he has said to me for a while.

"The beating you will get on the weekends will be a weeks worth of beatings fit into two days. Be prepared. I don't want any childish behaviour otherwise i won't hesitate to pull you out of this stupid place you call a school."

He then backs away from my ear and walks to the two remaining men in the room. My teacher looks between me and my father with wide eyes and what looks to be ters on the corners threatening to spill down his cheeks like waterfalls.

"Have a nice day sir." my father says as he ushers them out the front door.

"We'll see you soon" the blonde man said. I never caught his name though he had certain aspects of someone I used to admire.

I take that as my cue to leave and I race up to my room. I lock myself in my bathroom and slide down the door sobbing. I let everything, every feeling that I had kept bottled up during that conversation. I lift up my sleeve and up rap my armt to see that my soulmate has responded.

It's okay. It isn't your fault. I'm tired so I'm going to go to sleep. Bye.

I sigh to myself as there is no use in replying to messages as he probably already asleep. I rerape my arm and decide that it was a good idea to clean all my new wounds from early.

Aizawa P.O.V

We practically got shoved out of the house. As the door slammed behind us i instently turn to my partner.

"There is something I don't like about that house." I say tiredly yet concerned.

"Me too." he says. Though i can tell he didn't hear what the father said to the boy at the end.

With that we walked down the driveway making our way to the next house in silence contemplating whatever just happened minutes ago.

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Um i really didn't think people would read this thing that i call i story so if you did thank you. Um sorry for the long as chapter though.

-icyhots_bitch