In Each of Our Hearts

Gone

   Todoroki was on his way to Class 1-A, hands casually in his pockets. He could honesty say that, despite his father, he almost felt... happy. He'd seen his mother for the first time in many years following the Sports Festival. And, if he was being honest, Midoriya was the primary reason. He'd encouraged him to use his fire quirk despite his father, using his own broken limbs as a means.

   As he walked into the 1-A classroom, Todoroki could practically feel dread and panic in the air, much to his confusion. It was quickly cleared when a concerned looking Iida and a near frantic Uraraka approached him.

   "Todoroki! Do you know where Deku is?" the usually bubbly girl asked. Shouto shook his head silently, thinking back to when they'd spoken after the Sport's Festival. "He hasn't come into class yet; he's never late!"

   "He could still be recovering from the Sport's Festival," he pointed out, trying to convince himself of Midoriya's safety more than anything. Todoroki could visibly see the hope drain from the two.

   "We were afraid of that," Iida spoke. "Midoriya's mother called us the day following the Sport's Festival. He hadn't come home, and she hoped he'd gone with one of us." As he spoke, the already somber air darkened impossibly further. "I expect that she's already called the school." Anything else he might have said was cut off by the door sliding open (with what was likely more force than necessary.) Upon seeing an exhausted looking Aizawa, the students quickly shuffled into their seats, making the empty one that much more obvious.

   "Students, I'm sure you already know, so I won't try to deny it. As of a few days ago, Izuku Midoriya is considered a missing person."

   The classroom erupted into a cacophony of sound, nearly all of the students shouting questions, objections, or just screaming. (Honestly, Todoroki couldn't understand how Mineta managed to qualify for the Hero course.)

   "Quiet!" The students did as they were told, however begrudgingly. "The authorities, along with several pro heroes here at UA are working to find him. Do not try and find him on your own."

   "But Mr. Aizawa, we can't just sit here doing nothing!" It was Mina, surprisingly, that spoke out first.

   "Yeah! Midoriya always helped us!" Mineta, much to Todoroki's surprise, spoke next.

   "And how often did he see Recovery Girl?" The question was obviously rhetoric, but several students muttered an answer. "None of you have a provisional license, nor will you have any sort of permission to work without one. Attempting to rescue Midoriya could result in your arrest, or expulsion from UA. The story will likely reach the public soon, but Principal Nedzu has requested that you keep this information confidential." The finality in his voice was clear, and no one dared to argue this time around.

   The melancholy was almost unbearable by this point, even for Todoroki. He owed quite a bit to Midoriya, and not knowing what had become of his overly emotional classmate was worrying.

   The class period went by agonizingly slow, and Todoroki was sure that he wasn't the only one who felt that way. Finally, after what he was sure was several hours, the class ended. He stood up, quickly gathering his things. As he was just about to walk out of the classroom, he heard Aizawa call him back.

   Todoroki awkwardly waited for the other students to leave, inwardly wondering what he'd done. He didn't remember doing anything wrong; he'd hardly spoken in the past hour, far too lost in thought to focus.

   "Todoroki, I thought you should know that Midoriya was last seen speaking with you outside of the stadium. Don't be surprised if the authorities want to speak with you within the next few days." He nodded silently, the memory of the conversation flashing in his mind's eye. "Get to class." The exhausted teacher dismissed, rubbing his temples.

   As Todoroki left the classroom, a strange feeling encompassed his chest. He couldn't quite place it, but it felt almost like the calm before the storm; as if something was starting.

   One thing was for certain, though; from this day on, nothing would be the same. Of that, Todoroki was sure.

A/n: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update; I've really been struggling with this chapter for some reason. To be perfectly honest, I'm still not completely happy with it, but I hope you like it regardless.

Please tell me what you think; specifically of how I wrote Aizawa (he is so freaking had to write, I swear!)