All I Have Is All You Gave To Me [Young!Aizawa x Reader]

5 The Bitter End - Placebo

Every step we took that synchronized

Every broken bone

I was almost a little sad that Saturday would be my last day of detention. I had really grown to enjoy talking to Shirakumo, Yamada and even Aizawa beforehand. I had even managed to keep it all quiet from Yuki and Hideko. It made me a little sad, but at least today was Saturday, so that meant we had tomorrow off.

I was standing around at my locker, busy sorting my books, so they'd all fit into the small locker space. I had no idea why they gave us such small lockers and so many books. It was completely illogical.

It was then that I heard some shouting from around the corner. It didn't sound like the kind of shouting that was just some kids messing around. This sounded different. I tried to be as quiet as possible, as I listened to where the noises came from. The thought of being late for detention was constantly at the back of my mind.

I moved up to a corner in the hallway and the noises became louder. They had to be just around the corner. I heard a metallic clank as if someone was being shoved into the lockers. There was some laughter.

"You're a fucking weakling, Aizawa." someone said in a belligerent tone. I peeked around the corner and saw the same four guys circling Aizawa as he had his back to the lockers. He looked calm and collected, the usual indifferent expression on his face. My heart dropped when one of the four punched his face.

"Hey, guys, that classroom is empty!" someone said as a door opened. I couldn't see who said it, because the door was in my way. I saw one of the guys grinning at Aizawa and it nearly made me sick.

"Oh, look, isn't that nice? Means we can take care of that dumb quirk of yours in peace and quiet. Completely undisturbed." one of them said. I think his name was Watanabe. He punched Aizawa in the guts and smashed his head against the locker, leaving a dent in it. I heard a weak groan from Aizawa.

Shit. I needed to do something. What the hell did they mean by 'taking care of that dumb quirk'? What were they planning to do? The three other guys were snickering around him as Watanabe let go of Aizawa's collar and started dragging him into the empty classroom. Someone stuck their head out and looked around, before closing the door. Shortly after, I heard a loud pained scream.

I ran up to the door and listened, still completely dumbfounded. I was wrecking my brain trying to think of something I could do. I could try and get a teacher, but a lot of them had already left, since school was over for the day. By the time I had found someone, they would probably have beaten him half to death. I could go in myself, but I wasn't very strong and there were five of them.

"You know, you should be grateful to us for doing this. We're going to relieve you of that quirk and you won't become a villain. Isn't that nice of us?" Watanabe asked. I was scared. I was really fucking scared of them right now. And I was scared of what they'd do to Aizawa. It sounded bad.

"What are you... No! You can't do this!" I heard his panicked voice. Dear God, what were they doing to him? I needed to do something and I needed to do something quick. This was getting out of control.

"Your fancy quirk doesn't help you now, does it?" I heard someone else's voice. There was the noise of another punch and a lot of struggling. I tried to calm my breathing. I had a plan, but I needed to focus on it.

"Get the fucking knife away from me!" Aizawa said. He didn't sound calm or indifferent anymore, he was clearly panicking.

"This will hurt a lot less if you'd stop struggling, you little rat!" Watanabe shouted at him. A knife? Fuck this, I needed to do this now. I took a deep breath and activated my quirk. I opened the door to the classroom.

"What the hell is going on here?" I asked them, but it wasn't my voice. It was the loud booming voice of our homeroom teacher. The five of them looked at me in terror and just froze. There was a knife in Watanabe's hand and he was still holding tightly onto Aizawa's collar.

"S-sensei?" he asked. They weren't seeing me, but our teacher. I had to get them the hell out of here or I wouldn't be able to keep my illusion up for much longer. This was taking a lot of energy out of me.

"Get out of here and go home, the five of you! Quickly, before I change my mind." I replied. They scrambled to get away as quickly as they could. As soon as they had left the room, I closed the door and deactivated my quirk. I felt a little dizzy from keeping up a full on illusion for so many people. I leaned against the door, trying to get my heart rate back to normal. I needed a nap as soon as possible.

I slowly looked down and my eyes fell on Aizawa who was still lying on the floor now curled up in a fetal position. I walked over to him and knelt beside him. His long hair was covering his face, but when I brushed it to the side, I could see that he was crying. It broke my heart to see him like this.

"God, Aizawa, what did they do to you?" I whispered, looking at him in shock. He was holding his stomach, there was blood running down his nose and his hands looked bloody. His cheek looked like it was swelling quickly and there were still tears flowing down his face. He was shivering.

I had never seen him like this and it honestly scared the shit out of me. In the two weeks I had known Aizawa, he had always been this calm and collected guy, rational and indifferent about anything and everything. Now he was on the floor, crying, scared - what the hell had they done to him?

"Aizawa, are you... are you okay?" I asked. I knew exactly it was a dumb question, because he was clearly not okay, but it was the only thing I could think of. He shook his head and started to move a little. His face was distorted from pain as he slowly sat up, leaning against one of the desks.

"What... what were they trying to do?" I wanted to know, carefully taking his hands to look at them. There were several cuts on his hands that were bleeding profusely. What the hell had happened here?

"They... had a knife. They were trying to... to damage my eyes, so I couldn't use my quirk anymore..." he replied. I looked at him with my mouth wide open. That was horrible! Why would anyone do that?

"Oh my God, Aizawa. I'm so sorry. Come on, we can't stay here. We have to get those wounds cleaned up. Can you... can you stand up?" I asked. He nodded and slowly tried to get up. It was difficult for him and he was clearly in pain. He still had to hold onto the desk with one hand.

"I'll be fine, (L/N). Go to detention, you're gonna miss it and get even more detention if you don't go." he said quietly. I shook my head.

"Fuck detention. You can barely stand on your own, I'm not leaving you alone." I replied. And I wouldn't. I honestly couldn't believe anyone would do something this screwed up to another student. What the hell was wrong with Watanabe?

"I'm serious, they'll make you sit another week in detention if you miss one single day of it. I'll be fine on my own."

"No. I don't care about detention, but what those guys did was pretty fucked up. I'm bringing you to get those wounds cleaned and then we're going to see Recovery Girl. That is, if she's even still here."

"I don't think she is. She works short days on Saturday." Aizawa told me, quickly wiping away some of his tears.

"Even more reason not to leave you alone. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."