Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 16

Fun Fact:
If you're stressed enough, you'll cry blood instead of tears.
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"You endangered a child's life, Principal."

Aizawa didn't even bother to hold back the bite in his tone. "That stunt you pulled has me knowing that I won't let Izuku come close to you any time soon."

Nedzu nodded, understanding flickering in his beady eyes. He had taken it too far, and he knows that. Shouta deserves every right to be mad at him; especially for committing such a petty mistake.

He got too carried away, too awed by the power displayed before him that he hurt a child. "I apologize Shouta, but I know that an apology won't cut it."

He hummed, gazing at Shouta with his natural, watchful eyes.

They sat in his office, facing each other on opposite couches with cups of cold, untouched, tea in hand. Shouta's appearance was slightly more ragged than usual, a fresh bandage covering his head injury.

Apparently, a piece of flying debris caught him, knocking him half-unconscious due to the force of the blow. What was strange though, according to Gang Orca, after he got knocked out the powerful waves of pure energy didn't affect him. Endeavor ended up crashing into Yuuei's walls, almost on the complete opposite side of the school's length. A great feat, and luck seemed to be on Endeavor's side, since the Pro Hero got off with only a small bruise on his forearm.

Gang Orca was unharmed, Cementoss only sustaining minor injuries due to Gang Orca shielding him with his back from the debris while Shouta wasn't affected the slightest bit by the waves of power.

It was like Izuku was subconsciously guarding him.

Izuku was resting in recovery Girl's clinic, a blood transfusion was quickly needed, but it easily aided by the reserves in the cooler.

Aizawa sat on his spot with a hostile stature, eyes not hiding his hooded glare. "Do you really think we'll get the kid to trust you now? To trust the others?" Shouta paused. "To trust me?" Nedzu hummed, looking directly into Shouta's eyes with not even a sliver of remorse in them.

They were just dull, beady little eyes. But inside Shouta knows that Nedzu agrees with his sentiment. "I told him it was going to be fine, and you just had to-"

"Aizawa, Principal Nedzu," a grim voice called them from the doorway, interrupting Shouta (very) rudely. Recovery Girl stood by, yellow gloves tarnished with fresh blood as if she just slaughtered a bull for sacrifice. She had this firm look on her face, jumping between being hesitant and worried. "The kid-" "What is it?" Shouta snapped, well aware of his behavior. It was too late to take it back.

Recovery Girl quirked an eyebrow at him, but her expression slipped into understanding. He was understandably upset. "The kid wants to see you, Aizawa. He won't let me touch him. He sustained internal injuries," Chiyo shot a look at Nedzu. "And bled through his nose and mouth. And due to the extreme stress he was out under, blood leaked through his eyes instead of normal tears."

Aizawa shot a glare at Nedzu, who hummed and sipped at his cold, bland Jasmine Tea. "I'll be going." Shouta stood, power-walking past Chiyo and subconsciously making his quirk flare as he glared at anyone who was in his way. Students flinched out of his lane, knowing it wasn't the best choice to try and challenge the teacher when he was visibly at his limit.

He briskly paced to the clinic.

How the fuck was he going to train him now?

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"Shouta-Kun.." Izuku blinked at the doorway where Aizawa stood.

The teacher stilled at the doll-like expression Izuku displayed. He had his arms on his sheet covered lap, balled into fists with various bandages covering him like some kind of mummy. A pastel teal-green hospital gown replaced his tattered (and not to mention bloody) clothes, pristinely clean as if it had just come out of the dryer.

Izuku was deadpan, eyes seemingly glassy, it has lost it's shine from before.

(The look reminded Shouta about the time where he rescued Izuku from the orphanage, his eyes glossed over as he looked up to his savior from the blanket that covered him.)

"Izuku." Aizawa hurriedly jogged over to Izuku, concern written on his face. "Does.. Does anything hurt?"

Izuku shook his head, eyes trained on the balled fists on his lap. His mouth was sealed shut, stature occasionally trembling.

Shouta briskly grabbed a stool, sitting by Izuku's bedside with his hand hesitantly hovering over Midoriya's. He was worried; and even that was an understatement of the century. "Kid," he murmured, holding Izuku's hand. "Could you talk to me?"

Izuku was blank, like a sheet of paper, expression unreadable. It was as if he were a robot. "I-I.." Midoriya's voice weakly stuttered, so soft that Aizawa had to lean in to hear him. It was surprisingly hard to read him.

"I hurt you." Izuku sniffled, and Shouta realizes he had started crying, molten pearls cascading down his face like waterfalls. "I hurt you badly." Shouta clasped his hand over Izuku's tighter, trying to comfort him. His big, doe-like eyes were reduced to more sobbing.

It sounded so broken and betrayed.

"I'm not a monster, right?" The boy's voice was laced with desperation, a futile hope that Shouta will say 'no, of course not'. "I'm not a freak?"

Shouta thought about the USJ incident, the abnormal amount of power that he displayed.. The child's cold, calculating behavior from before.. Aizawa faltered with those visions in mind as he breath caught his throat.

"No you're not, Izuku."

The man's face betrayed his words, black eyes full of doubt, as if he just lied through his teeth.

The small, frail boy only sobbed harder.