The broken class of 1-A

The final attempts

Aizawa POV

Today has to be it right?

I mean, there isn't anyone here..

I walk over towards the roof and open the door, only to be met with someone that I could never expect.

Hizashi?

"Zashi! What are you doing?"

"Sho.."

"Zashi! Why? Why?"

"Because. I'm not a good husband. I can't even comfort you and the students properly!"

"Zashi. You've got to be kidding me. Of course you are! You're great. You have been helping Shinsou and the other students. You have been a great help to me. There are just some things we can't control."

"Y-you're r-right. I-i'm sorry. I must have put more stress on you and-"

I quickly pull him into a hug and shut him up. "No. You are great. You aren't putting any stress onto me. If anything you're helping with the stress. So please. Don't leave me."

I don't let go, partially afraid that if I did, he would fall and...

I slowly help him back over the railing and continue to hold the taller man.

It's scary. Not just the fact that my husband was actually considering... it. But how similar his struggles were to mine and I never noticed until now. I've been so fixed on myself, being so damn selfish, I failed to see how my own husband was hurting. I wasn't able to be there and help until the moment where it could have been his last.

If I was so fixed on myself and been selfish, he wouldn't be wanting to do that! He wouldn't be trying to fix my mistakes. It's not his fault that Midoriya is hurt like that. Or that my students are hurting and I can't even figure out how to help them. It's not his fault. It's mine.

I'm such a bad husband. A bad teacher. Bad hero. I bet my friends are hurting too and I can't even help them.

Why can't I?

"Let's go home." I whisper quietly, almost too quiet. Hizashi nodded and we made our way home.

The next week

Aizawa POV

I walked up to the roof. Midoriya still hasn't woken up. Because I failed as a teacher. I couldn't protect my student.

He's a kid, he shouldn't be having to deal with near death experiences. None of the kids should. Hell, none of the students at UA should.

It's the teachers and pros job to teach them and protect them. Yet I couldn't. I wasn't able to teach my kids well enough. That's on me.

I walk over to the railing and peer over, looking down in the ground. It's night time and nobody is near. I stayed later to 'finish paperwork'.

In reality, I'm just using this as an opportunity to do this exact thing.

Letting go.

Nobody POV

The green haired boy laid limply in his hospital bed, with the steady sound of his heart beat on the monitor.

Until it started speeding up slightly.

The boy quickly opened his eyes and looked around the room, panicking slightly. He lifted his hands and grabbed at his head, pulling on his hair harshly. Not with the intent to pull his hair out, but to keep him grounded so he doesn't go spiralling into a panic attack.