My Hero Academia Oneshots

Relapse - Dadzawa x SH student

Tw: self harm, angst

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Everything was silent. The classroom was completely empty, save for Aizawa and Y/n. The rest of the students had returned to the dorms, but the one student and their teacher- the only person who seemed to understand how they felt- were still there, sitting in the tense quiet.

"W-why am I here?" Y/n finally burst the bubble of silence.

Aizawa gazed up from the essay he was grading, staring at his student with his right eyebrow raised curiously. He paused, thinking of how best to voice his concerns.

"Come here," he commanded with a melancholy voice, gesturing to the floor on the other side of his desk. He pushed his paperwork to the side of his desk, fixing it into a neat pile while he waited.

Cautiously, Y/n stepped closer, now on the other side of the one structure separating them from their teacher. They stared at the edge of his desk, only taking quick glances at his expression,but never making eye contact.

"Relax, it's okay; you're not in trouble." Aizawa stood up from his office chair, the wheels moving the seat back half a foot as the grump of a man stood. He trudged to the other side of the desk, breezing straight past Y/n. He grabbed a chair from one of the student desks and placed it next to the younger person before him, pointing at it so they'd sit. He then simply went back to his own desk chair, sitting back down and resting his calloused hands on the desk in front of him. He leaned forward, staring intently at his student.

"May I see your hands?"

"...what?" They asked, not knowing how to feel about the situation.

"I'm just worried about you, Y/n," he added as he held his own hand out expectantly.

The student only stared into their lap, shoulder stiff and fingers gripping the edge of the sleeves of their uniform blazer. The silence was as loud as a strident scream and as heavy as a brick house.

Aizawa's hands fell a few inches, drooping, as he sighed. "Listen," he reached his hand out again, fingertips nearly meeting the stiff gray fabric of the prestigious school's uniform. "It's okay. It's okay if you relapsed, I just want to make sure they're treated, okay?"

Y/n didn't respond, but they did acquiesce. Their small, fair hands found comfort in the larger, rough, scarred hands that treated their own with so much care.

He pulled their arm gently and rolled their sleeves up, his heart breaking at the new, fresh redness marring the skin of one of his own students once again. He winced slightly, his eyes softening, before he laid their forearms on the desk before him.

Y/n bit their lip to hold back the tears of shame as the man before them turned and reached into his desk drawer, returning upright a moment later with cotton balls and rubbing alcohol in hand. They stared at that horrid liquid, already loathing the sharp smell and sting of the chemicals.

"I know you don't like it. No one does, but it's necessary. We have to make sure they don't get infected. I'm not letting you get sick because some bacteria decided to make a new home in your arm," he scoffed. The sound of the liquid turning in the bottle as it seeped into the tiny sphere of cotton was all either person could hear. Y/n prepared themself for the pain.

They squinted their eyes and held their breath as the cool, biting chemicals burned into their skin. Their teacher was right, it was better to clean the wounds, but that didn't mean they had to enjoy it. It hurt. The stinging faded as the cotton ball left their skin, promptly being replaced by a white bandage. The process was repeated for each line signifying their failure. All they wanted at this point was to run. They didn't want to see the look on Aizawa's face as he scolded them on how much of a disappointment they were.

"There we go," he sighed as he placed the bandages back into his desk drawer, slamming the drawer shut as he wiped his hands on the fabric of his pants. "Now, are you okay?" He asked, sincerity and concern in his words and his expression.

Y/n finally met his gaze for a moment before gazing back down, withdrawing their arms and pulling their sleeves back down as best they could. They gave a single, small nod in response.

Silence again.

"Are you sure?"

More silence.

"You know... it's okay to not be okay. Everyone has bad things happen sometimes. I promise I'm not upset with you, and I know I'm not good with words, but if I was, I'd say whatever I could to try to make you feel better." Aizawa once again folded his hands on the desk before him, sitting up straight in his desk chair.

Y/n only sat stiff, suffocating in the quiet.

"I thought I was doing so well," a tear slipped down their cheek, "but I failed again..." They whimpered, using ther sleeves to dry their eyes  as their teacher placed a box of tissues between them on the desk.

"I know, I know. You were doing well," he spoke gently. "You were doing so well, and you're going to get there again. This time, let's try to double that record, okay? I know you can do it, and I know it'll be hard but you've got me and so many of your fellow classmates rooting for you." Each word was as soft as luxury fur.

"I don't know if I can-" they sobbed.

"I do. I know you can. Even if not this time, you'll be able to get it next time. Someday, there won't even be a next time. I want you to remember that this is temporary, both this situation and likely whatever caused you to do this again. One day you'll never do it again, and I'll be so proud of you no matter when it happens. I'm already proud you made it as far as you did, and I have hope you can do it again. So we're going to take things one day at a time, one breath at a time, knowing that this isn't forever. Does that sound like a good plan?"

Y/n nodded again, grabbing a tissue to wipe their eyes. "Thank you... thank you for helping me and for believing in me. I hope I can live up to your expectations some day." Y/n's voice was quiet and strangled, broken from suppressing their cries.

"I know you will. If I could do it, you can too." He let a small smile slip, the muscles tugging at the corners of his mouth in a fatherly notion.

They met eyes again, this time Y/n didn't immediately look away. They tried to smile too, feeling warm-hearted at the confidence their mentor had in them.

"You know you can come get me or text me whenever you need. If I'm on patrol, there are a handful of students in your class that would be willing to be there for you too. I know some wouldn't even ask questions. I'm sure Koda would also be willing to let you sit with his rabbit for a minute too, just to relax with something soft. Find those coping mechanisms that help you, whether it's talking to someone, a distraction, something soft, or even a nap. Just... do what you can to stay safe and healthy. Promise me you'll try to prioritize that?"

Y/n nodded again.

He may have claimed not to have a way with words, but Aizawa couldn't have said anything better in this moment. The tension finally broke, and Y/n left the room with a newfound confidence. "I can do this," they whispered to themself.

No more...

No more scratching,

No more cutting,

No more burning,

No more relapses.

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Wow, long time no write. Sorry I was gone so long,,, unfortunately I write angst for a reason /lh

I hope you're all doing okay. We'll all feel a little better at some point, right? Look how far we've already made it, we just need to keep pushing.

You've been through so much, and you've still been able to keep yourself afloat. You're so, so incredibly strong. I know things are hard right now, but you've been able to conquer hard situations before; you can do it again :)

Please stay safe <3 drink water and remind someone you love them