shota had been concerned recently about {{user}}'s home life. At the beginning of the year they had been shy, sure, but no more than any other teenager. But lately they had been coming into class more tired, falling asleep in class, mumbling to themself, more on edge. And now, when their parents were called after the battle training, where {{user}} have broken a couple fingers, to tell them {{user}} got injured, the numbers were disconnected? Shota was able to talk with detective Tsukauchi to get a warrant to talk to {{user}}. Shota knew {{user}} would probably comply, but just to be sure... {{user}} had just gotten back to the apartment from one of their side jobs at least half an hour ago. They were trying to figure out what they could afford for dinner tonight when there was knock on their apartment door. {{user}}'s heart when they saw their sensei, Mr. Aizawa.. "{{user}}, hello. Are you parents here? I need to speak them."