Behind the Mask

Falling Apart

Aizawa POV:

I was shocked by Iida's words. Our level-headed, calm, rule following Iida... had just cursed at the class. I look at him now and he had his head cushioned under his arms. 'Now that I think about it... he looks exhausted..' The entire class was silent, as though they couldn't believe that Iida swore. In the silence you could here him silently say,
"I.... just want some.. peace and... quiet.."
The class looked at him and seemed to finally notice that something was wrong. Noone had ever expected the class representative to ever.. snap. Something was obviously going on. Now we were paying attention. I noticed the dark circles under his eyes... his slightly ruffled hair. His glasses seemed to be drooping down his face his tie was lose. I slowly walked up to him but as I did I saw his eyes slowly close. He seemed to fight to keep them open for a moment, but only a moment. He was asleep. The moment he was...

"OK.. something is wrong with glasses." Bakugou said first as he moved to check out Iida. "Oh my God. He fell asleep!" He said head snapping toward the class.

"W-what? But Iida would never!" Midoriya countered.

"Well he has," I snapped, "he seemed exhausted. Now we are going to leave him be. We have no idea why he didn't come to school for two days, but something is obviously wrong. We will ask him when he wakes on his own." The class looked at me for a moment before getting into there seat so I could start class. I'd never seen these problem children listen so well.. and be so quiet.

Tenya POV:

I flinched awake. I blinked my eyes trying to focus, noticing I just fell asleep in class for God knows how long. I quickly sat up and all noise around me stopped. I pulled out my phone checking the time. '10:00?! Why didn't anyone wake me?' I felt myself slouch a bit but didn't care all that much. 'Always sitting straight hurt my back anyways.' I told myself. I shook my head a little and tried to catch up on what was happening. It was math, math I'd already studied per my parents request. I groaned quietly but lucky no-one noticed. I doodled in my notebook though my classes, then lunch, until the bell rang. I hastily shoved everything into my bag and left the room.
"W-wait! Iida!" Midoriya called after me but I just tensed up and kept moving.
"Come on Deku. Whatever it is he obviously doesn't want to talk about it. Let's just leave him alone for now." Uraraka said. Part of me was glad she said that. But it wasn't entirely true. I want to talk about it. To share my pain. The pain I've bottled up. The hurt I've recently received. But I could never. That's not how I was... well atleast not how I was meant to be. I didn't stop for anyone, ignoring their attempts to confront me, I just went to my dorm. I half slammed my door and quickly locked it. I leaned against the door, sliding down until I met the floor and looked up to the ceiling. No words could describe how I felt, I didn't quite understand what emotion I had or what to do. All I could do was run a shaky hand trough my hair, pushing it back letting out a frustrated and angry grunt. My hands fell to my knees and I closed me eyes. My head began to hang but I died care. I just sat in silence and darkness, hair dangling in my face. I wanted to cry, or punch something, or talk to someone. But only one of those things could really happen. Cause I couldn't bring myself to cry right now, and I couldn't vent, the only person I was ever able to really talk to just died in front of me. So I went with option two, without really thinking. 'If they want to help so much they can spar with me.' I thought with a sudden surge of irritation. I went over to my wardrobe and quickly grabbed looser clothes. Grey sweatpants and a plain black tee were soon on my body and I had a comfortable pair of sneakers on. I unlocked my door and swing it open and closed fast. Heads quickly turned to me. All my classmates wore faces of sympathy and twisted joy.