Borderline

Endeavor's a hoe

Izuku's POV
Izuku somehow managed to fall asleep in class, head pillowed on his arms which are folded on the top of his desk. He's having a nightmare again of his father beating him when he was ten. Just as his father's fist flies at his face, Izuku comes awake swinging. His fist makes contact with what he can only assume is the wall, hard, and feels his fingers break upon impact.

His vision hasn't quite cleared as he sits there, breathing heavy. He's not quite having a panic attack yet, but it's close. He can feel it creeping up on him. Suddenly he can feel a hand on his arm and swings around, fist making contact with what he distantly recognises as a face before arms wrap around him and he's held there, thrashing in his chair. He's in full blown panic mode now. "Izuku! Izuku, it's me, calm down. You're alright," It's Shouto's voice. He knows it's just Shouto and usually that would make him stop struggling, but it takes a little longer this time. Rationally he knows that he's safe right now. His father isn't here and can't hurt him for the time being, but his panicked mind doesn't really comprehend it and he's scared anyway. Once his vision finally clears again and Shouto's face comes into view, he stops thrashing and just sits there, breathing panicked and eyes darting around him like he thinks his father might step out of the wall or something, which he knows isn't rational, but it's what his brian screams at him anyway.

He looks back at Shouto again after a moment and his hands reach out to clutch at him, nails digging sharply into his arms. "Shouto," he wheezes pleadingly. He's not really sure what he wants him to do, but Shouto seems to get the picture and pulls his head towards him so his face is buried in his chest. That's when Izuku finally just lets himself cry. He's aware of their classmates staring in various degrees of shock and worry, and probably irritation on Bakugou's part, but he doesn't really care at the moment. He's too upset to care about any of that.

Katsuki's POV
Katsuki is decidedly not expecting the sharp intake of breath from behind him, nor the sound of bones breaking as a fist connects with the wall just beside his head. He spins around in his seat to see the younger Todoroki with his eyes blown wide and full of a mix of wild panic and fear. His breathing is coming in short little panicky pants as he flails blindly, as if trying to get away from something that Katsuki can't see.

Everyone watches as his brother hurries over, grabbing his arm, as if to hold it in place so he doesn't hurt himself or anyone near him, but the greenete lashes out, fist just barely connecting with his brothers temple, but he barely reacts, opting instead to wrap his arms around the green haired boy, pinning his arms against his sides, not that it does much as he thrashes in his hold, trying to get away.

"Izuku! Izuku, it's me. Calm down. You're alright," he says quietly. It takes another minute of so for the smaller boy to calm down enough to stop swinging at everything. He looks around the room as if checking for threats before looking at his brother again and clutching at his arms so hard it must be painful.

"Shouto," he wheezes through panicked breaths. Then his face is buried against his brother's chest and Katsuki can hear his muffled sobs as he shakes and cries against his brother. Class is practically over by the time the panic attack subsides and by this point Katsuki has realized that he most definitely horribly misjudged the smaller boy.

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Shouta's POV
"You must be wondering why I called you here so out of the blue," Shouta says, looking across the table at Endeavor. The hero's youngest son sits on the other side of the sofa from him, looking like he'd like nothing other than to sink into the sofa.

"Clearly. Izuku's grades probably couldn't be better and he's not the type to get into trouble, so what is this about?" Endeavor couldn't sound more annoyed and beside him, his son cringes at the annoyed tone of his voice.