Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 8

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"Nomu, bring the child to me."

It all happened so quickly, yet so slowly at the same time.

Like flipping a switch.

A large, purple monstrosity emerged from the portal before charging towards Izuku at full speed.

What was terrifying about it though, was the similarity of speed it had with All Might. The ground where the Nomu stood had a crater, cement deep in the ground from the sheer force of the jump.

Shouta was caught off guard when he spotted the teeth, the brain hanging out, and the overall disgusting appearance. Shouta barely saved Izuku from the monster, not even realizing that he had used his scarf to grab the kid out of harm's way.

The Demon beside Izuku wasn't so lucky, but the monster barrel led through it, black whisks of smoke following it's body as the Demon's face was in a sudden state of alarm.

Nomu crashed into the ground, just right beside the students, terrified screams drawn from both girls and boys alike. It wasted no time, spazzing as it let out a shrill shriek, momentarily deafening everyone before it charged up and sprung towards Izuku.

Aizawa tried to leap out of the way, sweating profusely at the gigantic, disgusting thing.

He felt a momentary pain on his ankle though, followed by a loud crash and the distinct taste of blood in his mouth.

With his vision becoming blurred from how fast he was grabbed and slammed into the ground, he felt time slow down, "again".

Izuku looked up at him, moss green hair flying around as he innocently smiled. He was trying to reassure Shouta.

Trying to convince the older man that this will all be okay; that everything will turn out just fine. It worked, in a way in that split second where time stopped, but once it sped up again, reality crashed into him the same way the ground did.

Painfully hard and fast.

He didn't know how to feel, looking at the red stains flowing from his mouth. One of his ribs have definitely cracked due to the sound of the alarming wet bone breaking inside his chest somewhere.
But adrenaline numbed it all; just as it always did in a fight.

He rolled to the right, narrowly avoiding a fist that punched a deep hole into the ground.

He glanced at his students, reminding himself that they were still children. Children that had hopes, dreams, passions.. Little hobbies and every day life. A family. Friends.

Fears..

Oh god.. They were still children. Fuck.

They were still toddlers in the Hero business. Still learning. Still breathing.
Shouta was nauseous. They were more important than him.

Maybe this serves as an important reality check for them; and he prays that when they retrieve his body, they'll move on.
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"Aizawa, are you there?"

Shouta snapped out of his thoughts, eyes holding the same flickering emotion that ran through his head.

Toshinori Yagi (he recognized) stood before his bed, the first noticeable thing was the blue cast that held his gauze wrapped right arm. Multiple white bandages decorated his face; on the bridge of his nose, right cheek, and a long strip wrapping around his forehead just above his blue eyes.

He was hunched over, eyes looking at Shouta with this look his absolutely fucking hated. The furrowed eyebrows, the trembling scowl, and the damn overall seriousness that he possessed when something bad happened.

His own breathing was erratic, he realizes, as he looks down to both his right arms covered his gauze as well.

Oh.

That's why he can't feel them.

A hospital blanket covered his legs, providing no comfort as he felt the lingering thoughts in the back of his brain. He was.. Missing something. He wracked his brain, trying to recall what in the fuck happened in class to get his this wrecked.

Surely, it probably wasn't one of his students.

.. Students?

He took a deep breath, Yagi waiting patiently for his friend to gather his bearings and simply watching over him with glazed eyes.

Aizawa. He was Aizawa Shouta. He teachers homeroom in Yuuei, with a bunch of rowdy brats that he will probably risk his life to protect. That was a start.

He thought harder, growing headache pounding in his skull as if it was a prisoner in a jail cell.

He.. He brought them to USJ, carrying a bundle- .. A child. A four year old child named-

"Fuck! Izuku!"

Toshinori looked at him, surprised at the outburst from the normally cold expressionless teacher, greeted instead by a shaking Aizawa. His eyes were fully blown open, glaring harshly on the sheets as if they were villains.

"Aizawa-"

"Where? Where are they?," He rasped our from his dry throat, the scratchy pain clawing at him as he coughed. "Are they-?"

"All of them are fine, Aizawa." Shouta fell limp, his back crashing on the headboard behind him. Relief.

Fuck.

Fucking shit.

All of them were wholly, thankfully, blessedly intact. That's good. He sighed tiredly, exhaustion evident from the dark bruises under his eyes.

"I'll get straight to the point, Shouta. It won't be.. Pleasant for you to hear the bad news.

So which one do you want to hear first?"

"... Both."

".... Alright. Your students have escaped unscathed, the light cuts and bruises have been treated and everyone is back to normal. Even.. Even the kid."

Toshinori squirmed on his feet, face darkening as he gradually compressed the story into important bits. He is fully aware of how close Shouta has become to the kid in a span of a few days since he rescued him from the orphanage. He was even protective of him, like a fatherly figure. (Even he only had temporary custody of the kid.)

This information will probably crush him.

He cleared his throat as he saw Aizawa impatiently narrow his eyes, usual blank look swirling with mixed emotions. It was strange on how a cold outer shelled person could be capable of holding "this" much expressions in one face.

"We have recovered his file. His full name is Midoriya Izuku, age four. He was deemed a "special" case for the orphanage. His mother, Midoriya Inko, whereabouts are unknown and she is already presumed dead. That, or she abandoned her own child. Her Quirk was to pull small objects towards her, like a magnet."

Aizawa nodded. "His father?" Toshinori gave a hum, a thoughtful look on his face. "Abandoned them both. His whereabouts are unknown as well."

Aizawa knew the truth though; on how that demon was his father. The flickering memory brought a headache.

(He didn't say anything.)

"Aizawa, the child's quirk is to summon Demons. This.. This quirk, Aizawa. He.."

"Spit it out."

Toshinori's look saddened, features falling shamefully.

"He's deemed dangerous. And if he is proved to be harmful in the Principal's eyes.."

Aizawa clammed up at the mention of Nedzu. Shit.

Nedzu was.. Someone who was even more sadistic and smarter than any of the teachers combined. It's wise not to cross him. He is an old friend of Aizawa and Toshinori, companionship spanning to years on end.

Toshinori tried to build up the courage. It will be so much easier when he was his other persona; All Might. A face that smiles even in the face of death.

"I-If he's deemed a danger to the public," he trembled when Aizawa squeezes his eyes shut.

"He will be exterminated."