Rage is the Colour Green (Tododeku-Completed)

Unresolved Tension begins to Bubble

Aizawa was furious.

Holding the small boy in his arms, clutching his shaking body as he had cried himself to sleep, his anger had bubbled under the surface, a fire waiting to be released.

He knew Bakugou had been a child. He knew this. It didn't excuse what he had done to Midoriya, nor the fact that he should have known not to hurt the boy. The two boys had become closer over the last few months, a tentative friendship formed between them. Aizawa didn't want to ruin that. He had to do something though. He couldn't just let Bakugou away with it.

Reprimand was in order.

Finally, Midoriya had fallen asleep, worn out from telling his story, rehashing it all over again. Reliving the pain. Hurting so much.

How the boy had kept it inside this long was beyond him.

Aizawa hugged Midoriya tighter, soft green curls tickling his chin. It was like the nights Eri had nightmares and was barely consolable. Izuku reminded him of that.

And that meant this trauma went much further down than just the base story.

He was glad Izuku had trusted him enough to tell him everything. The poor boy had to have been using a lot of energy to keep it inside.

Did his mother even know?

Aizawa fiddled with the cuffs of the boy's hoodie sleeves. They were larger than the normal ones, because the whole hoodie was oversized.

He gently pulled it up slightly, blanching at the sight of the thin, neat scars adorning the boy's wrist, the rough, scaly scar tissue that was uneven, probably from burns.

There weren't very many, but Aizawa just had to wonder how bad the rest of the boy's body was. It could be adorned in scars for all he knew.

Aizawa had seen the boy when his clothes were ripped- but when blood was running down the exposed skin, old scars were the least of his worries.

Aizawa settled down for the night, knowing he wouldn't be moving anytime soon. Izuku needed him.

The scars would be discussed tomorrow. Izuku would need as much therapy as he could get.

Aizawa was more than happy to help.

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Bakugou felt sick.

He was truly sick.

Fuck, what have I done?

A memory of Deku's panicked face, slick with a sheen of sweat, eyes wide and unseeing ran through his mind.

What had happened?

Bakugou couldn't calm down, the flashes of previous experiences with the boy's nightmares flashing through his mind. Each time he had bullied the boy for falling asleep in class, before being jolted awake by an explosion close to his ear, or memories of them.

It explained why Deku was almost deaf in one ear. Bakugou was almost sure he was the only one who knew that in the class. Izuku had always been self-conscious about it or any mention of it because even his mother didn't truly know. She just thought that he had developed hearing problems because he had spent time with Bakugou a lot at a young age.

If only they knew.

Bakugou had been thinking about his treatment of Izuku for a while now. He now knew it was wrong. But he also had never been told it was bad before. Yes, they said he should be kinder, but no teacher or even his own parents said his treatment of Izuku was bad.

He had always seen himself as powerful and stronger than anyone else. Attending UA had brought a shock to his system but he had still been an asshole. He was eternally grateful to Kirishima for befriending him. He probably wouldn't have made many friends voluntarily, but Kirishima had refused to leave. So once he had pushed himself in, the self proclaimed 'Bakusquad' had followed. And that's how he found himself with actual friends for the first time since when Deku had been his best friend when he was younger.