Aizawa's Cat (Old)

Chapter 29

He didn't know how long he sat there, vaguely he had noticed a few people had come and gone but the stall had become his little bubble, a place where his mind was blissfully numb, the world outside something far away. His arms had stopped bleeding, leaving cracking trails everywhere and his gym trousers were ruined where he had leant his arms on his knees but Batsu couldn't bring himself to care.

He was numb. Somewhere in his head -and it was his head, Shin and Izuku were still blocked out- he knew he was dissasociating, pulling away from reality and just existing but it was peaceful, his mind was blank, not a single thought in his head, not a single memory.

Of course that was ruined when the bathroom door flew open with a bang.
"Oi, nerd, you in here?" If he was in the right frame of mind Batsu would have laughed at the worried tone, instead he just sat there.
"Is he there?" Green eyes blinked slowly at the slightly less monotone than usual voice that pierced the calm like an electrocuted javelin, slight awareness creeping into him.

*Shoto?*

The thought was sluggish, hanging in the forefront of his mind for a few seconds before it sunk in. Batsu tilted his head to the side, his neck creaking and feeling like it had been filled with cotton wool as he listened.

"Where the fuck is he?" The snarled words were swiftly followed by shoes squeaking on the floor, both of the boys moving towards the sinks. The sound of water hitting porcelain and splashing hit the green haired boys ears next.
"We'll find him, don't-"

"Fuck! Don't fucking coddle me IcyHot! I know I fucked up back there and now he could be anywhere! I lost my fucking temper when he clearly didn't understand the fucking problem!"

There was silence for a moment before a whisper echoed through the tiled room.
"The fuck?"

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Katsuki was devastated.
'I shouldn't have lost my fucking temper! FUCK! I made him run and now we can't fucking find him!'

IcyHot pulled the blonde into a hug, tucking the spiky head under his chin. He would never admit it helped calm him down, well, until he opened his eyes and saw It.
Blood. Drops of blood were splattered under the door, only a few drops but it still made his heart sink.

He felt his lips move but couldn't hear anything he had said over the pulse roaring in his ears. Slowly, hesitantly, he pulled away from the hug and knelt on the floor.

'Please don't be what I think it is.'

The dual haired boy didn't protest and Katsuki knew he had seen it too. Taking a breath the blonde placed his shakey, sweaty hands on the floor and peered under the gap. All he saw was extremely familiar red shoes before he was on his feet and banging on the door.
"Deku? Deku answer me!"

Nothing. His mind raced as he continued to bang on the door.

'FUCK! Goddamn it! I can't blast the door, he's leaning on it but I need the shitty door open! What do I do?'

Red eyes scanned the door, slowing on the hinges,

'Right, we can take the door off that way but we need the tools, Sensei will be pissed if we broke it and I'll be fucked if I'm doing one of his 'Terror detentions'.'

The thought of his teacher made resolve harden his jaw as he spun to face his partner.
"Keep trying to get him to answer, I'm getting Sensei, we'll need him to get the tools." He didn't wait for an answer, sprinting out of the door and towards the commentator booth.

'After he had taken 1A out so Shoto and I could 'talk' he said he was going back to the booth. He better fucking be there!'

He didn't slow down, slamming through the door in a full sprint, uncaring of damage done to the door. He saw Aizawa leap to his feet at the noise.
"Sensei!" He all but screamed gasping for air, "Izuku!"
Instantly the mummified caterpillar was stalking forwards,
"Explain on the way."

He did. He explained his gigantic fuck up and how Batsu had run, the panic as he and IcyHot searched for him and the soul deep fucking fear he felt when he saw those fucking red shoes and blood. Aizawa was silent as he jogged, pausing only to grab a screwdriver from the cleaners cupboard.
Katsuki ran into the bathroom, biting his tongue when IcyHot shook his head.

"Brace the door, you said he's leaning against it?" The blonde nodded, jumping to obey.

'How long does it take to undo eight fucking screws?'

Shoto had been given the job of undoing them and if it was a less serious situation he would've laughed and taken the piss when the other boy whispered under his breath lefty loosey, righty tighty, instead he watched as the last screw was released, the screwdriver thrown into a random corner out of the way.

"Right. We're going to do this slowly. Todoroki, get the left side, Bakugou, the right. Tilt it slowly and see what condition he's in, if he's conscious or not." Sharing a glance the two boys slowly tilted the top of the door backwards, keeping the bottom as still as they could.

It was worse than he had thought. Blood was coating Izuku's legs and part of the floor, the acrid scent of vomit hung in the air as they lowered the door until it laid on the floor, their teacher not wasting a moment in crouching next to the green haired boy, taking in his face and arms. Standing back up Aizawa commanded,
"Todoroki, in my belt, pouch on my right hip, bandages and gauze pads, wet the pads and clean his arms best you can before wrapping them."

He waited for confirmation before turning to the shell shocked blonde.
"Bakugou!" Red eyes snapped up, "You need to calm down, you can't help Midoriya as you are now." Nodding Katsuki took a moment to breathe and settle his panic. Jaw clenching in determination he nodded at his teacher.
"Set of some small explosions near him, mostly noise, I need to see something."
Crouching, he did as his teacher asked, making sure to stay out of Shoto's way and noting that Izuku had no reaction, not even a flinch.

"Ok. That answers my question." Frowning, Katsuki rose to his feet.
"What's going on?"
Aizawa rubbed his cast on his forehead, sighing heavily.
"You said be was upset when he ran," the blonde nodded,
"That wouldn't explain this state he's in. Right now 'Izuku' isn't fully there, he has dissassociated, that is usually an after affect of trauma, flashback or a panic attack. Something must have happened after he ran."

A mix of relief and anger swirled in his gut. Relief that he hadn't caused this and anger at the fact someone else had.

"I'll kill the fucker who did this!"