Mha fluff/angst oneshots

🥀 miczawa 🥀

TW!! WARNINGS ARE IN THE DESCRIPTION!!

LEAVE SHIP RECS IF YOU HAVE ANY! I MIGHT START REPEATING I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!

Third person POV:

Aizawa held a plain expression as he stared out in front of him, too tired to even think about beginning teaching today. Every bit of energy he had drained from his body the moment he got out of his bed.
Days have been blurring together and he found himself smoking mor cigarettes a day than he'd like to admit. He looked at all his expecting students, sighing at himself. He was disappointed, disappointed that he couldn't be the teacher they needed. A seat was empty. Only one, but one too many.

Katsuki Bakugo was still missing, and it was his weak ass who couldn't be there to save him because he was fighting uselessly against a villain.

"Good morning," Aizawa muttered tiredly. He tried to get himself up, he wanted to push through and keep teaching, help raise his student's low spirits by showing them that everything was okay. That everything will be okay.

But that's hard when you felt absolutely useless, and absolutely devastated at the fact that you could have done more. And now, a kid's life was on the line, their real life, all because he couldn't make it in time.

The class muttered a 'good morning, Sensei' back tiredly and looked at him with anticipatory eyes. The expected him to get up and teach, to talk to them, to do something. But all he could do was sit there, his fingers picking at his nails as he fought within himself. He swallowed thickly before shaking his head. "Just- work... the book. Read-" he couldn't think of anything, he couldn't form a full sentence, he couldn't do anything. He was utterly useless.

Iida nodded and stood up. "Class, read your books from the last page we left off, to the end of that chapter I'm assuming?" Iida asked sincerely. Aizawa swallowed and nodded, silently thanking Iida for taking over. He felt stupid that his own student was doing better at teaching and taking care of the class than he was.

The class grabbed the books and did their work silently, leaving Aizawa in his thoughts.

He continued to beat himself up, he wanted to cry. He wanted to be in his bed and cry. But he knew that if he did, Hizashi would be worried. He'd crawl into the bed with him and hold him tightly, making sure he was okay.

And as much as that would probably help, Aizawa didn't want it. He didn't want any more reasons to prove he was weak; and he certainly didn't want to bother his husband with any more of his problems than he already does.

So instead of crying, Aizawa goes to what he knows works the best. Pain.

He pinches his wrist hard with his nails, the sensation sending chills up his spine, but he didn't stop until he couldn't feel it anymore. And then he moved over to a new spot on his skin.

Pinching away as he stared blankly, he didn't realize the bell hand range and the next class was supposed to start. He only knew it was supposed to start because Hizashi had come in and was now gently placing his hand on his shoulder. "Hey," he whispered quietly. The class watched intently as Aizawa looked up at him, coming out of his trance. "Go to the teachers lounge, okay? Take a nap, you look tired..." he whispered. Aizawa simply nodded, he wanted to get up, he wanted to push himself up and go and sleep away his thoughts. But he was stuck motionless.

Hizashi grabbed his arms by the elbows and used his own weight to pull Aizawa out of his chair. "I'll be back. Iida, watch the class," Hizashi muttered as he ushered Aizawa out of the class.

When they got to the lounge, Hizashi laid Aizawa on the couch gently and smiled at him. "Take a nap. We'll talk about this later, okay? Be safe and call me if you need anything or if anything happens." With that, he was out of the lounge, leaving Aizawa alone in his head once more. He stayed zoned out, lying on his side, trying to urge himself to sleep. He wanted to close his eyes and pretend nothing happened and sleep away everything. But every time he closed his eyes he saw the way his students were injured because of it. He also would imagine the worst case scenarios of what could be happening to Bakugo, and it made him sick. He couldn't close his eyes and sleep, despite how much he wanted to.