Where We Began

Chapter Eight

Last Chapter: Basically, Bakugo has/had an eating disorder and depression. He got close to hurting himself before he stopped himself. His parents then got home and his mother began to scream at him a lot and there was some physical contact. That's basically all you missed if you skipped the parts with warnings. (Lol, sorry for the bad discription. I'm just lazy tbh)

Aizawa felt very, very conflicted. Class 1-A moved into the recently built dorm rooms. Aizawa had to convince the parent(s) or guardian of each student to allow them to stay with the school with lots of pleading and begging.

The teacher desperately wanted to find his missing students and bring them home, but he couldn't. He couldn't stand the way the energy in his classroom felt or the way his students looked at him. What was he supposed to tell them?

"Sorry about not knowing if your friends are even alive, but we gotta start learning the basic drills for when someone tries to rob the noodle shop down the street," didn't seem like a very appropriate thing to say.

The restless male couldn't figure out what to do. Nezu had told him not to do anything rash, but his gut told him that something was even worse was going to happen. So when Nezu called him to his office while Present Mic was teaching English to the students, Aizawa bit his lip, and full of dread, he made his way to Nezu's office.

When he arrived, Nezu was sitting with his hands folded together and wouldn't meet his eyes. All Might sat there as well, glancing over as Aizawa came in but returned his attention to the hybrid animal quickly. Present Mic walked in a little after, followed by other staff members.

"What's going on?" Mic asked, "I'm supposed to be teaching a class."

"We received a rather disturbing...message." Nezu spoke softly, taking his time to pick his words. "The students?" All Might jumped. Nezu stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head grimly. "Please try to reframe from panicking or shouting. Please keep your voices at a low volume throughout the video."

Aizawa glanced over at All Might, his nails sinking into the skin of his palm, leaving crescent marks on the pale flesh. All Might, almost sulking in his chair, frowned. The teachers each hesitantly agreed, knowing that whatever was on that message would be bad.

Nezu pulled out a tablet from his desk, sliding it over to the teachers. On the screen was a puddle of red splattered across a gray floor. All Might glanced over as Aizawa slowly clicked the Play button.

The sound of rustling was evident. "Calm down, will 'ya? It's going to hurt more if you struggle," a deep voice rumbled. "Fuck off!" A different voice hissed, and all the adults in the room perked up.

"Bakugo," Aizawa murmured, recognizing the voice nearly immediately.

The camera moved. It framed Bakugo and Midoryia, leaning against each other with their hands tied in front of them. Midoriya was limp on Bakugo, and Bakugo appeared to be trying to make sure he didn't fall.

"Hold the damn camera steady," the same voice as before said, handing the camera to someone else.

Then they stepped into view, their hands glowing with a bright blue fire. The camera wasn't the best quality, but the heroes could still make out marks that trailed up and down the man's skin. The scared went up to his face, etching permanent reminders of whatever put them there across most of the skin the heroes could see.

"So that's who Sero was talking about." Aizawa nodded in agreement to Midnight's statement.

The fire in the Dabi's hand went out and in the other hand was a cloth. The scarred man neared Bakugo, making Aizawa stiffen, wondering what was about to happen.