Fatherly Affection (DADZAWA)

SEAT #5

SEAT #5: Ochako Uraraka

Kirishima hadn't meant to do it.

Shouta knew that.

All of class 1-A knew that.

Kirishima himself knew that.

The redhead had immediately backed off as soon as it had happened, eyes brimming with tears. He had nearly tripped over his own feet backpedaling away from the scene. Bakugou had been there in an instant, Kaminari and Sero and Ashido nipping at his heels. They had grabbed the boys hands and ushered him away while Shota responded immediately.

The training exercise had been simple. The students were paired in sets of two and were tasked with reaching the end of the obstacle course without using their quirks, yet helping each other out. All they had to do was meet Shota at the end and receive their grade, no matter how long it took.

Kirishima and Uraraka had been paired together -- entirely at random. Shota didn't even expect them to work together as well as they did. The redhead was good at bulldozing through the lower obstacles, even without his quirk. Uraraka in turn was very quick on her feet -- a side effect of working with Gunhead for her internship -- and handled clearing the obstacles that required more technicality.

Which was how she ended up running across a thin pipe high in the air with Kirishima knocking down training dummies -- not the robots from the exam -- but genuine dummies. The boy had nailed the head of one with an uppercut of intense strength, and it was sent flying into the air.

Right towards Uraraka.

She lost her balance on the slick pipe as it collided with her side, and although it didn't weigh enough to do significant damage, her fall from the pipe nearly fifteen feet in the air definitely did.

Shota could only watch in horror as she screamed and plummeted to the ground, landing on her arm with gave a resounding crack as she hit the ground that he could hear through his monitor.

The crack of bone was something he had heard before. He could get over that. However, the scream of pure agony that ripped from the small girl's throat was something he would never shake.

Kirishima too had started screaming, running towards her. He knew better than to touch her, and seemed to be panicking as she just lay there on the ground screaming in pain.

Shota was there in mere seconds.

He arrived just as Kirishima was screaming "Somebody help!" Loud enough that the dark haired man could hear his voice cracking at the corners. The sight made Shota's heart shatter into a million pieces.

God, he felt like such an idiot fumbling for his phone and dialing All Might, why even All Might? The man couldn't transform into his massive form anymore, much less use his quirk. He should've called Vlad, or Mic, or Nedzu...

His heart was racing out of control.

Uraraka was no longer screaming, but now was just sobbing into the ground. Her arm was bent as such an unnatural angle that it made Shota's stomach lurch. If not in disgust then in fear.

He was thankful that Bakugou had retrived Kirishima. He didn't want any of his students around the scene. He knew they were important to Uraraka, but he just wanted them to stay away from the sight and the smell of blood.

Blood?

Which heavy muscles he looked down at the young girl's head. It was oozing with the sticky red substance, pooling around her. Uraraka was still awake though, and whimpering through the pain. For her sake, Shota just wished she'd black out already.

All Might sprinted into the scene, still on the phone with Aizawa. The scruffy man couldn't even remember saying anything into the phone. This had to be a dream. There was no way that this could've happened on his watch.

He didn't think All Might could transform anymore. He didn't think he could use his quirk.

Apparently, he was wrong.

All Might took one look at the girl, and blue eyes shone with an icy fire. Before Shota's eyes, he bulked up into his hero form and shot off with the girl. Aizawa didn't miss however, the trail of blood that the former number one hero left behind. All Might would be hurting later, would probably take the next day of school off, but Shota couldn't deny the gratitude that surged through him.

Right, the rest of his students.

He hurried over to where the rest of class 1-A was waiting with trembling scared faces. Midoriya's face was red and covered with tears and snot and God knows what. Iida was holding him around the middle. It was clear that the problem child had tried to run to Uraraka.

Kirishima, who hadn't been crying earlier, was sobbing now, and Kaminari and Bakugou just stood there at his sides, a comforting hand on a shoulder, and the other infront of him reassuring him that it wasn't his fault and it was just an accident and that everything would be alright.

Shota told them all to go back to the classroom. They had english next, thank God, and that meant he had a free period to go check on his student and thank All Might profusely for helping his kid and Mic would watch the children for him and try to take their minds off of the horrific sight they had witnessed.

Hundreds of students in past years had broken their arms in class.

Why did this one hurt more?

He nearly tripped into Recovery Girl's office, chest heaving from having sprinted the whole way there -- he didn't even remember the journey it took to arrive -- and found the girl lying motionless in one of the beds. All Might was in the other one -- conscious, but in a lot of pain by the looks of it.

"She's alright." Recovery Girl assured him, placing a tender hand on his bicep. "I gave her something to knock her out while I reset her arm and healed that nasty crack in her head. I think it'll scar, but not much, and her arm will heal just fine. It'll just be scary for a while as she gets back into training with it, I assume."

Shota nodded, and paced to the other side of the room, stopping in front of the girl's bed. Covered in sheets and bandages, her arm in a sling over her chest, Shota couldn't help but think that she looked awfully small.

"Thank you." He whispered gruffly to All Might who nodded.

"I would do it all again." the older man whispered hoarsely. "No matter what happened after."

"I know." Shota whispered, because he too knew that he would always put his students first before even his own health. "Will you be okay?"

"It feels like I got hit by a train," All Might chuckled bitterly, "but I'll make it."

"Are her parents coming?" he turned his attention to Recovery Girl, feeling his heart rate slow and calm.

"They're on their way. They'll be here in about thirty minutes. She lives quite the distance away."

"I'll wait here until then." Shota nodded and took a seat by the girl's bed.

He waited there until her parents arrived, and stayed to watch her even after they had arrived. He only left to give the family some privacy, and to teach his second year class, when she woke up, but was back later that evening, having volunteered to bring dinner to her and Yaoyorozu had sent some pajamas, a stuffed animal, and her phone and headphones. Uraraka thanked him with a bright smile that overpowered her red nose and puffy eyes, and told him to tell Yaoyorozu that she said thank you, too.

When Shota left to return and supervise the dorms, he felt hollow.

He resolved then that he would never live to see his students get hurt under his watch again.

Except for Midoriya, that problem child was another story altogether. He would have to work harder to keep that boy out of trouble.