It all started when Recovery Girl reported some concerning bruises on you.

Ones that were repetitive each time she had to heal you and that were definitely incoherent with the hits you would take during training or fights.

Something was up, and your homeroom teacher was the first one to be informed about it. And he didn't waste time to talk to you about it and pick up on what was wrong.

Your father was the one giving you these bruises. That's what was wrong.

Ever since then, you noticed Shouta would check up on you more often, make sure you were healthy and other caring gestures. You once surprised yourself thinking he was a better parental figure than your father ever was.

"Are you going home this weekend?" He asked as he kept you after class, worried about your safety if you were to go back to your house.

He'd be reassured if you stayed at the dorms, and was even thinking of denying you the permission to leave them this weekend. Something he never did.