Classroom of Change

pretend home room is at the end of the day, too, kay? so they go right to the dorms after Aizawa's second class.

also i cannot write depressing thoughts for the life of me

ALSO also, v ooc, Aizawa is insanely soft in this, but who gives a fuck? not me

This is not an Aideku book! sorry <3

did i push all of my touchstarvedness onto this? thats a secret ill never tell (in other words, if you need hurt/comfort fast-burn projection material, this is your book)

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Izuku Midoriya knew he was having a bad day, and it was only going to get worse. A relapse, if you will.

Before UA, he had severe depression. When he got to his new school, it slowed down, but never quite stopped. Sometimes it forced Midoriya to have days like this. Extreme anxiety, panic attacks, self-harm, etc.

Anyway, when Izuku had these days, he tried to be silent and not attract attention, because that would mean falling into a panic attack. This specific day though, it wasn't working.

"Midoriya." Izuku snapped out of his state.

"Uh, yes?" Fuck, what was the question? Was it even a question? God, why couldn't he just listen sometimes? "Do you know the answer?" Aizawa deadpanned. Midoriya looked like a deer in the headlights. He looked to the side, bashfully. "No, Sensei," Aizawa sighed and held out a pack of papers. "Iida, please pass these out. Everyone, silent working until I say otherwise," He marched over to Midoriya, and while kneeling by the desk. He started in a hushed voice, "Listen, Problem Child," Izuku flinched. "What's wrong with you today? You've been zoned out and actually didn't know an answer," The class tried to look like they were working, but it was quite obvious they were listening in. Midoriya tried to cover up his panic with shyness, but that only seemed to spur Aizawa on. "Well?" He asked, impatiently.

Izuku acted.

"I'm sorry, Sensei. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and I might've been pushing myself too hard in training." Iida tried to stifle an affronted gasp. It didn't work. Aizawa's face softened, but he still sighed. "Alright, Problem Child." Izuku flinched, again. "I won't call on you anymore. Go to sleep at night, okay?" Izuku sniffed. "Okay, Sensei," Aizawa left the room to make extra copies for Uraraka and Satou.

I'm such an inconvenience. I disrupted the whole class with my stupid problems. He hates me.

"Hold on," Jirou interrupted their work. She pointed at him with her earphones. "That's not fair. How come Midoriya didn't get a punishment?" Sero spoke up too.

"Yeah, he always tells us to "focus" and "stop daydreaming in class," Sero said, "Just because Deku" Izuku flinched. "is a star student" He added in a mocking tone, "Doesn't mean he should get favoritism."

Momo tapped her chin. "Midoriya does often get excused from punishments, but so do the rest of the kids that don't cause too many problems. It's not his fault." Ojiro scoffed and turned to her from across the classroom.

"Sensei literally calls him "Problem Child." He's always getting into villain fights and breaking his arms. "Too many problems?" Please, he can't handle himself." Most of the class nodded along. Izuku squeezed his eyes closed.

See? You're fucking useless. Your class is always picking up after your mess.

"He does go to Recovery Girl a lot," Kaminari supposed. "And he's always writing in his book, not paying attention,"

Kirishima said in an optimistic tone, "They could just be notes?" Kaminari looked at him, "But he writes in them outside of class too!"

Bakugou snarled, "Tch," He began, and Midoriya internally wilted further. "They're his fuckin' stalker notebooks. Been doing them since we were shitty fuckin' toddlers."