Accused

Regret

Aizawa POV

When Takeshi finished the questioning and deactivated her quirk Midoriya passes out and his head lands on his still chained arms.

There is a moment of silence as most of the people in the room are shocked and feeling guilty. Shocked because everything Midoriya had told them was true and guilty because they didn't even consider believing the student, they thought of as traitor just a few minutes ago. Even when he started crying and pleading for them to believe him, even while he was probably terrified and feeling lost and lonley because all the people he trusted thought he betrayed them, they still wouldn't believe him.

"I guess he isn't the traitor after all. I should go now it's late. Please excuse me and have a good night.", and with that Ms. Takeshi left and broke the silence.

"She's right, it's late. Aizawa, could you take Midoriya to your room and watch over him until he wakes up? We will have a meeting on Monday, maybe Midoriya should come too, so we can all apologise to him and explain our suspicion.", Nezu suggested.

I just nod and start uncuffing Midoriya's hands. While I did that Nezu gave Mic the notebooks, now that we know Midoriya is innocent there isn't any reason to keep them anymore.
I lift the passed out boy up like a baby, holding him close to my chest in a protective manner and start walking to my room, Mic following close behind me.
After leaving the journals and wishing me a good night the blond man with loud voice leaves.

I am now waiting for Midoriya to wake up and as I look down on my student lying there I regret everything I did yet again.
He has dark circles under his eyes and red tear streaks on his cheeks.
He looks like he has gone through hell and back, which wasn't to far from reality.
Why didn't I just believe him? How could I have such little trust in my own student? Will he forgive me?
No, he shouldn't, what I did was unforgivable. I'm the one person he is supposed to be able to rely on and trust. And I...I broke this trust...

I continue watching over Midoriya not being able to get those emotionless eyes out of my head, those eyes that were supposed to be shining brightly with happiness.
As I look to Midoriya's face I meet those eyes, those dark green nearly black, emotionless eyes.

The teen sits up in my bed and just looks at me, not angry, sad, scared or confused, just blank.
I have to admit it breaks my heart and scares me at the same time.

"Midoriya, how are you feeling?"

He doesn't respond.

"Do you remember what happened?", I continue, trying to get some kind of reaction from him.

He nods.

"I am really sorry Midoriya, we jumped to conclu-"

"It's fine Mr. Aizawa, I don't blame you.", he cuts me off, smiling at me with such a realistic smile I would've thought it was real, but his lifeless eyes betrayed him.

It is fake. This bright smile, that normally lights up everyone's day, is now nothing but a reminder of how broken he is at the moment and guilt stings me like a million bees.