-Aizawa's POV-
"Okay I'm going to go run the kit to Labs. I'll be back in a minute with the Lab results. In the meantime, a social worker will come in to record the story and ask questions. Feel free to put your clothes back on." She leaves. I hand him the bag of clothes and turn around to face the corner.
"I'm done." His voice is soft and quiet. I turn around. He's fidgeting and uncomfortable.
"You okay?" He nods. His lower lip quivers as he fights sobs.
"Hey, what's going on?" He looks up at me.
"Was- was it my- my fault?" I step closer to him.
"No, not even close.. Can I hug you?" He nods. I instantly pulled him into a hug. I can feel him holding back sobs. I don't push him, knowing the environment isn't the safest place to break down in. I can only fathom what she asked when no one was in the room. He pulls away from the hug.
"Can you- Can you please stay? I just- I don't want t-to have to do it a-alone. It's- it's fine if you don't- don't want to, though."
"I wasn't planning on leaving, kiddo." He wipes the tears off his face. We hear the door open, followed by the same nurse.
"Hello again, I'm going to be recording the story and asking questions. Make sense?" He nods. She gestures for us to sit down. We both take a seat.
"Okay, this whole thing will be recorded. I'll ask questions if I have any or if certain things need clarification. Do you understand?" Midoriya nods. She presses the button and starts recording the discussion.
"Can you tell me what he looked like?" He fidgets with his hands, picking at his nails.
"He had grey hair. He was- he was balding. The hair he did have was- was long. It was shoulder length. He had a square- a square face shape. His eyebrows were thin. He was really pale and he had- he had a really bushy mustache and stubble," he informs. He pauses for a second, collecting information.
"He had some minor muscle and- and a beer belly. He was wearing a tank top and jeans. He had- had a southern accent. He smelled like beer. And- and he had a tattoo of a playboy bunny on- on his shoulder." The woman nods.
"Your memory is uh, really clear for someone who was in that kind of situation." He shrugs.
"I don't know, I've always had a really good memory." He's digging into his nails, on the verge of bleeding.
"Okay, can you tell me exactly what happened? Beginning to end, like you're writing a story." He nods.
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"My mom was mad. I don't- I don't remember why. She was so mad and she wouldn't stop hitting me. She walked away to go grab something and I ran- I ran out of the house. I kept running until I got really dizzy. I sat- I sat on the curb. He- he approached me. I tried to get up but- but I was too dizzy. I couldn't- I couldn't move." I saw him tear up.
"He picked me up. I-I passed out. When- when I woke up, we were- we were in an a-alleyway. He didn't have any- any clothes on. He held my face into the pavement and he- he tore my shirt open. I wanted to run but I- I couldn't. I- I started crying and I- I told him to stop. He ignored me and- and he flipped me onto my back. He- he kissed me." He pauses, taking a minute to collect himself. He was still fighting tears, you could hear it in his voice.
"I have a question." He nods.
"You said that he tore your shirt off yet you're wearing a hoodie right now, that doesn't match up."
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Just a Patrol. (Bkdk, Dadzawa)
FanfictionThis is a rewrite of my first fanfic, just a normal patrol.) Aizawa gave his phone number out to students in case they were ever in danger or something came up and they needed help. He was a bit annoyed by the prank calls, but he didn't get rid of t...
