We'll Protect You {Baby Izuku} {Dadzawa} {TodoDekuBaku}

I'm Sorry

3rd Person POV

Class went by fairly fast but it felt like years for Bakugo. He could feel the glances that his classmates were shooting him and he knew he deserved it. Why the fuck did I have to act like such a dick to the kid? Bakugo was lost in his own thought when the bell rang. The class quickly packed their bags and headed out the door, except for Bakugo. He hurried over to Mr. Aizawa and blocked him from walking out of the door.

Aizawa eyed the boy before sighing. "What is it Bakugo?" His voice had a hint of annoyance in it but Bakugo didn't pay attention to it.

"I need to see Deku."

Aizawa shook his head. "Not going to happen. He's not talking to anyone right now and of all people, I wouldn't want him to talk to you." Aizawa tried to trudge pass him but Bakugo moved into his way again.

"I know that I acted like a complete dick but come on, I need to make things right." Bakugo pleaded with him. Aizawa's hair flew up as he towered over Bakugo.

"You need to listen right now Katsuki. Midoryia has been through a lot and he can't remember anybody here except for you. He's scared out of his mind right now and you think it's okay to make things harder for him. Why? Because it brings you joy or something? He's probably not talking to anyone because he doesn't know if he can trust strangers right now since he's not even sure if he can trust his only friend at the moment." Aizawa's eyes shot through Bakugo like daggers as Bakugo felt chills go down his spine. He looked to the ground. He's absolutely right.

Aizawa's hair fell back down to his shoulders. Bakugo looked back up at him, a sorry look in his eyes.

"You are not allowed to see Midoryia until he decides he wants to see you. Am I understood?"

Bakugo nodded his head slowly.

"I said, am I understood." Aizawa said more sternly.

"Yes sir." Bakugo quickly replied. Aizawa nodded and walked past him out of the room. Bakugo's eyes were scanning the walls of the classroom, his feet remaining in place, refusing to move. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. Aizawa's going to murder me.

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Bakugo made his way down the hall, trying to avoid as many teachers as possible. The rest of the class was already at the dorms, most likely talking shit about him at that very moment. Of course, Kirishima would stand up for him but Bakugo had to fix this.

Bakugo finally made it to Recovery Girl's office and peered through the window. Midoryia was sitting criss-cross on the bed, his back against the wall. He seemed extra interested in his hands as he fiddled with them, refusing to look at anything else. Bakugo directed his attention to Recovery Girl and took a deep breathe. Here goes nothing.

Bakugo opened the door to the room, Recovery Girl quickly turning around to face him. "Bakugo? What're you doing here-"

"One of the Class 1-B students is hurt in front of the school." Bakugo replied quickly, hoping to not have to answer in questions.

"Oh my, what happened?" Recovery Girl asked, quickly grabbing her first-aid kit.

"Oh uh, I think two of them got into a fight." Bakugo lied, hoping she wouldn't notice the uncertainty in his voice. She nodded her head and ran past him, "I'll be back soon!"

The door closed behind her, leaving Bakugo and Midoryia alone. Bakugo turned to the young child, seeing that he still hasn't bothered to look up. I forgot how fragile he was at this age. Midoryia had always been a sensitive kid when he was younger.