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It had been a really long week, even being only Thursday night (or Friday morning by now, since it was 2am), and Izuku wasn’t ready to go home from the dorms for the weekend. His mother was forcing him to come this weekend even though it was only his first week living on campus. Izuku was borderline panicking at having to go back. At first, his mother didn’t care that he would be living away from home, telling Izuku in private that she would be better off without a disgrace bringing her down anyway, but then she realized that she didn’t have Izuku there as a puppet anymore. She didn’t have control over him when he was at school. He wasn’t sure that he could go home and handle everything she would throw at him after bottling it up for a whole week.
So here Izuku was, at 2am in his dorm room, shaking and silently crying as he dreaded what was to come tomorrow after school. He just wanted it to stop, the harassment from his mother, constantly lying to his classmates, the fact that he always knew he would never be good enough to be a hero, that the quirk All Might had given him was a complete waste on him, and the fact that he had everything going right for him finally, but he still couldn’t just get over himself. Did he want to die? No. Well, not exactly. Would he be better off not existing? Probably? He wouldn’t bring anyone down anymore. He wouldn’t be a burden anymore. Everyone would be free of him. So Izuku pulled open the drawer on his nightstand and grabbed the notebook on top, or more specifically, he took out the blade hidden behind the cover. He wasn’t even really paying attention to what he was doing at that point, just making cut after cut after cut and focusing on the crimson pouring out and the beautiful sting it brought with it.
He was only brought to his senses when he started to feel lightheaded, a small pool forming on his bedsheets as it soaked in. Izuku started to panic; he never went this far, why did he do that? He fucked up. Big time. He tried to think of anything he could do, just something, but he was smart enough to know that he needed help from someone. Kacchan? No, it would crush him to see Izuku like this. He wasn’t super close to anyone in his class; they were so loud all the time, and he didn’t want to get close to people that he would only bring down. It unfortunately didn’t leave him with many options. Grabbing a black shirt and wrapping it as tight as he could around his arm, Izuku left his bedroom as quietly as he could and headed for the only help he could think of- Aizawa.
He padded down the hallway and into the next hallway over, the one with only one room for his teacher. Sensei didn’t stay on campus every night, but he had stayed grading papers and had fallen asleep about 11 before the students went to their rooms, so at least Izuku knew he would be there. He knocked on the door gently, hoping to wake Aizawa only and not other students. Thankfully, he succeeded as he heard a groan and footsteps before the door opened.
“What, problem child-“ The teacher froze as soon as he saw Izuku with the shirt around his arm, blood on his fingers as it was soaking through the fabric. “Shit, get in here. Now.” Aizawa pulled Izuku into his room, which thankfully being a teacher’s dorm had its own bathroom attached to which Izuku was lead. Izuku was sat down on the edge of the bathtub, Aizawa digging in the cabinet to take out a first aid kit.
“Midoriya, what the hell did you do?” He didn’t get an answer out of his student other than a new round of sobs, tears mixing with the still steadily dripping blood. The teacher sighed, taking Izuku’s hand off of his arm to take off the shirt and assess the damage. He paled when he pulled back the soaked fabric. He couldn’t fix this, but even worse, there were scars and cuts both covering the kid’s skin, some cuts days old and some scars years old.
“We have to call Recovery Girl. Keep holding pressure the best you can.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling Chiyo as fast as he could. “It’s gonna be okay, kid. It’ll be okay.”
Izuku was starting to feel dizzy, head falling forward only for him to snap back up as he fought to stay conscious. Aizawa noticed and took over holding pressure on Izuku’s arm.
“Eraser you better have a damn good reason for-“
“I need you right now. The 1-A dorm building. There’s a student bleeding out on my bathroom floor. Get here, quickly.”
“On my way.”
She hung up, Aizawa setting his phone on the floor. “Hang in there, Midoriya. Help will be here. Just stay awake, you hear me?”
Izuku mumbled something unintelligible before slumping forward onto his teacher, passed out.
“Dammit…” Aizawa slid him down to the floor, laying him on the cool tile. “You little shit; you better not die on me. Not you too.”
It was only 5 minutes before Chiyo got there, but it felt like an hour had passed. She got to work bandaging to begin with, administering her signature kiss to close the wounds before turning her attention to his teacher, still covered in his blood.
“How the hell did you not notice this, Eraser?” As if he wasn’t beating himself up enough…
“He never showed any signs. You’ve seen him. He’s always been shy, and he stutters some, but he never came in with bruises, he never showed adverse reactions to his home life… We all missed it.”
He looked at the kid’s pale face, instinctively brushing back a green curl. “I’ll talk to Hound-Dog tomorrow. When do you want to see him again?”
Chiyo huffed. “No more than 48 hours.” Her face softened a little, “Keep an eye on him, Eraser. He’ll need you when he wakes up.” She left after that, Aizawa taking the time to clean Izuku up the best he could, changing his shirt and wiping off the blood around the bandages on his arm and off of his hands. He noticed Izuku was wearing a binder, too, and decided that since the kid would be out for quite a while, it wasn’t safe for him to keep it on. He was as careful as he could be, and once the binder was off, he put Izuku in a big hoodie, one Mic had given him actually with a cat on the front, and gently laid him in his bed before heading back to the bathroom to start scrubbing the floors. Izuku didn’t need to see this when he woke up.
By the time he was finished, Aizawa noticed that it was almost 5am. Some of the students would be up soon, so he decided to take some paperwork into the common area to start filling out about the incident and brew some coffee. He would have to go to Nedzu before class anyway, and class started at 8am. Scribbling down a note for Izuku in case he was up before Aizawa got back, he left the room and headed out to start the day.
On his way to see Nedzu, Aizawa stopped by his husband’s office, checking the time. 7am. He had an hour until classes started, granted that Nedzu didn’t let him cancel them for the day, which seemed like a good idea to avoid questions and to have someone watch over Izuku. He didn’t even bother, just walking into Mic’s office and hugging him from his chair.
“Hey, good morning. I figured you had fallen asleep at the dorms again, but a call this morning would’ve been nice.” Hizashi chuckled, looking up to see Shota’s face and quickly realizing something was wrong.
“Sho, what happened? Are you okay?” He stood up, pulling Aizawa into his arms and growing even more concerned when he hugged back, burying his face in Mic’s shoulder.
“’Zashi… I almost lost a student last night. M-Midoriya, he… he showed up at my door at almost 3am, bleeding everywhere. It was horrible. His arms…” He couldn’t bring himself to even describe it, but it was enough for Hizashi to get what was going on.
“Fuck, Shota. Old? New? Both?” Aizawa’s answer was what he expected but nonetheless concerning. “Both. Some years old. I don’t know if he was trying to go through with it or just went too far. Recovery Girl stabilized him, and he’s asleep in my dorm room. I have to go to Nedzu next to inform him and try to cancel my classes for the day.”
Instead of trying to pry further, Mic just asked, “Do you want me to go with you?” Aizawa shook his head.
“I doubt the rat would let both of us out of classes, and the kids need at least someone that can tell them everything is okay. Midnight can cover for me but not both of us.” He looked at the time, 7:20. He had to go.
“I’ll text you and let you know what he says. Just tell the kids Midoriya is sick but okay.”
Mic gave him one last hug, “Okay. Please keep me updated. I’ll message you in between classes, and I can join you for lunch too. I love you.”
Aizawa mumbled a “Love you too” and head out.
Approaching Nezu’s office, he knocked, the doors opening with the first tap on the wood. Creepy rat.
“Eraser! To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this morning?” Nedzu’s cheery tone, fake or not, was already got on Aizawa’s nerves.
“There was an incident with one of my students last night. Midoriya Izuku, he showed up at my dorm last night injured. The injuries were self-inflicted, but it’s unclear whether or not he was trying to commit suicide. Recovery Girl is already involved and has recommended for him to see Hound Dog as soon as he is able to.”
Nedzu’s smile dropped as Aizawa spoke, likely calculating what to do. “I see. This is most troubling. I’m glad that Recovery Girl is already involved and that Hound Dog will be. Where is the student now, Eraser?”
“He’s in my dorm room, recovering. I left him a note with my phone number in case he wakes up.”
Nedzu hummed, mulling over the situation still. “We will need to contact his mother, but he is definitely safer under our care. Gods forbid the commission get involved…”
Aizawa cleared his throat. “Actually, sir, I request that we hold off on contacting his mother. There were scars seemingly years old. I would like to wait until Midoriya wakes up to ask him whether or not he has a safe home environment.”
“So, you suspect Midoriya has been abused?”
“Yes, sir. I do. His timid and over-apologizing demeanor now with the added evidence of mental health issues as well as the new development of his quirk gives belief that he may not be entirely safe at home.”
Nedzu nods in agreement. “So be it. I trust your judgement as one of the best teachers at this school. I’m canceling your classes for the day and sending the 1-A students home for the weekend. It will be your choice what to tell them the reason is. For now, you are to be the one to watch over Midoriya and handle the beginning of the investigation.” The principle opened the doors with a button on his desk, “Keep me updated. You’re dismissed.”
Aizawa bowed before turning to leave, “Thank you, sir.” As he left the office, he could only sigh in relief. He sent a text to Hizashi, checking the time again. 7:45, good. The students would already be heading to class, so he would have to send them home from there.
As soon as he walked into the room, he could feel the unease from the students, likely about their missing classmate. They all settled into their chairs, anxiously waiting for even a shred of information.
“You’re being sent home for the weekend. Apparently, I’ve been working you ‘too hard’ according to the principle. Take the time to study and practice. If anyone would like, I permit you to get together and spar with the extra time. No one is allowed in the dorms this weekend, so spend the weekend with a classmate if you must.” The kids started to murmur amongst themselves, confused. He heard a couple ‘what about Deku?’s before he cleared his throat to silence them. “Midoriya is just sick this morning. He will be with Recovery Girl, but no one is permitted to visit him until instructed otherwise as he is contagious. Class dismissed.”
Aizawa knew he couldn’t handle any questions, so he just walked out, leaving the students to rumor amongst themselves as they packed up to leave. He knew they would be headed to the dorms shortly after him, so he needed to get back before they did so they wouldn’t know he was there. One thing was for sure though, he needed to move Midoriya. He knew his students; they would snoop around and try to find answers. They’re smart, and at least one of them, likely Bakugou or Todoroki, would have figured out something was off.
He sent another text to Hizashi-
Sent: I’m bringing the kid home. I can’t leave him in the dorms.
He surprisingly got a text back immediately.
Cockatoo <3: ok hun! let me know if I need to bring anything for you two
Cockatoo <3: ill come by at lunch to check on u
Aizawa couldn’t help but smile a little. At least he had a good husband to help him with all of this. Arriving back at the dorms, he was glad to see that none of the students were close behind him. Maybe he had enough time to get Midoriya out the back to the teacher’s parking lot. Unlocking his dorm room, he walked in to see the kid still out like a light. Hopefully, he would sleep another hour or so. Taking a second to listen for any students, he carefully scooped his student into his arms. Shit, he was light. Too light for the amount of training he’d done and how much muscle he had built up. Another concern to add onto the pile. He waited another moment before taking the back staircase and heading towards the parking lot.
His thankfulness over not getting caught by students was negated when he was setting Midoriya into the backseat of his car.
“Eraser? Why do you have young Midoriya? Don’t you have class?”
Great. The oaf himself, All Might. He turned with a glare,
“Why are you almost half an hour late to school as a teacher, All Might? There has been an incident with Midoriya, and Nedzu has me watching over him for the time being. Why are you so invested in my student, anyway? You show him so much favoritism, All Might. Don’t think the other teachers haven’t noticed.”
All Might backed off some, “I-I’m just as concerned as I would be about any of my students!” Aizawa snorted in response.
“Get to class, All Might, and know that I’m watching you. Whatever the relationship is between you and Midoriya, stay out of my way.” He shut the car door, not even giving the other hero another glance before he got in the car himself, put the key in the ignition, and left. He didn’t regret the interaction; if anything, it was more than due time for someone to call All Might out for his obsession with one singular student. It was odd, and a little creepy.
He pushed it out of his mind for now. He could antagonize the hero later, but right now he needed to make sure his student was safe.