Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 9

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"Hell happened to you?"

Toshinori looked up at Aizawa In surprise, cocking a curious eyebrow up as he pushed the paperwork he was signing away. "You don't remember?" Aizawa glared at Toshinori right in his blue eyes incredulously, irritation seeping into his glare.

Toshinori flinched before shrinking a bit, clasping his hands together as he rested them on his lap. "I have been knocked out for five hours, Yagi," he spat his first name like it was poison. "What the fuck happened?"

If looks could kill, Toshinori would've been a dead man walking under Aizawa's glare, shame hitting him hard in the face like a bat. Aizawa has every right to be upset, considering Yagi just told him a damn child will be fucking exterminated. It was enough of a reason for him to be angry.

"The purple thing, which was given the name "Nomu" according to your students overhearing what a villain called it, has been detained. I.. Fought it off after you... After you fainted from the pain. I ran out of time while fighting it, but luckily, the Pros that your student Iida Tenya called arrived just in time to create a distraction." Yagi paused, waiting for Shouta to take in the surge of information he was being given. Aizawa made no move to stop, though, and simply clicked his tongue impatiently to keep him going.

"It was strong, Shouta. Very, very strong. I... I almost.."

No.

No way in hell.

Aizawa's eyes visibly widened before he went back to his original uninterested expression. A creature that was strong enough to almost beat All Might? Fuck that, he almost felt like letting a manic chuckle slip from his lips.

"A-anyway, the media quickly flanked the whole building. It's a mystery on how... Fast they got access, literal minutes after the incident. The Villains also knew where to go. And according to one of your students; Kouda?- he's such a good kid - the villains expected me to be there as well." His face fell, a grim expression replacing the thoughtful one. "Someone knew about our schedule, Shouta. Someone inside USJ."

Aizawa stilled.

Someone did know their schedule, alright. And if it was true that they expected Toshinori to be there, well... Shit.

He cursed under his breath. This was going to be much trouble after all, then.

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"Aren't you delightful!" Recovery Girl, the youthful heroine chirped, giving a healing kiss on Izuku's forehead as he smiled politely, pleased by the attention he was getting. The final bruise on his right cheek slowly vanished, fatigue blanketing him as he used that energy to heal. Recovery Girl patted his head before urging him to lay down, pulling a blanket over his small figure.

He looked so fragile under the covers, making Recovery Girl softly smile. He was only a kid and he's already been through a lot. He deserves some peace at least once. Izuku buried his face into the pillows, cherishing the soft fluffy texture of it as he sunk down into the covers again.

She smiled, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead from using her quirk on a whole batch of students; precisely everyone from 1-A, injuries ranging from scrapes to broken bones (courtesy of Aizawa.).

The one who got the brunt of the impact was their teacher, along with Thirteen, whose Quirk backfired on them.

Aizawa's injuries were horrible, and she pressured him to take at least a day off but he simply rolled his eyes, saying that no one but him could handle Class 1-A. Which was very true.

The child, Midoriya Izuku has two bruises and an open wound across the bridge of his nose. She guesses it was from falling face first onto solid concrete as well, and the two bruises on each of his elbows suggests he tried to lessen the impact on his face by shielding himself with his arms. Poor kid.