Accused

Someone to turn to

Bakugou POV

I catch Deku before he can hit his head on the floor.
We're now both on our knees. Me holding his shoulders so he doesn't fall forward and him clutching his chest while tears are streaming down his face.
Deku is still rapidly breathing and his eyes show nothing but panic and hopelessness, as if he just lost the most important thing in his life.
Shit! What happened to him?! How could he suddenly get into a state like this?

"Hey Deku, can you hear me?", I ask him and he looks at me.

"I don't know what's wrong but you have to calm the fuck down! You're hyperventilating right now. If you keep this up you'll pass out and I don't feel like bringing you to Recovery Girl at 6 fucking am.", I tell him and at the mention of the school nurse I feel him flinch in my grip.

Is he scared of her? No, impossible. Why would he be scared of that old hag?
I notice his breathing speeding up, if that's even possible at this point.
His head falls on my chest and he falls forward his hands on either side of his body. He stops trembling and his breathing calms down.
Shit, he passed out!
What do I do? He seemed to be scared of Recovery Girl, so if he actually is scared of her it wouldn't be a good idea to bring him to her. He might freak out again.
Maybe Aizawa knows what happened, maybe he can help.

I decide to bring him to Aizawa, he's our homeroom teacher after all so I can trust him to take care of Deku.
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I arrive at Aizawa's room, Deku on my back still passed out with tear stains on his freckled cheeks.
I knock on his door.

"Who's there?", I hear a grumpy and sleepy low voice answer.

"It's me you shitty caterpillar!", I shout back, not to loud to wake anyone up but louder than necessary.

I hear someone standing up from what I guess is a bed and footsteps coming towards the door.

Aizawa POV

I walk towards the door, asking myself what Bakugou of all people wants from me at around 6 in the morning on a Sunday.
I open the door to my room and immediately start getting worried when I see my explosive student with problem child on his back.
I step aside and motion him to come inside.

Bakugou enters and I close the door behind him.
He doesn't say anything until he laid Midoriya on my bed and put the blankets over him.

"What happened to him?", I ask the ash blond teen in front of me, trying to hide my concern best as I could.

"He had a panick attack. I think.", Bakugou answers as he turns to look at me.

He is obviously worried about Midoriya.
He still has his typical glare but his eyes show that he is definitely concerned about something.

"A panick attack? What happened?", I asked, this time with some more noticeable concern.

"I don't really know. He was acting strange, so strange I suspected him to not be the actual Deku. When I stood up and accused him to be a villain he started crying and saying shit like 'I guess I really do seem like a villain' or something like that. Then he started having a panic attack.", Bakugou explains.

"What do you mean he was acting different? And why did you bring him to me instead of Recovery Girl after he passed out?", I asked, suspecting that the greenette's behaviour was due to what happened last night.

"He seemed broken, like he wasn't himself anymore or like something important to him had been taken away. That's the only way I can describe it... And as to why I didn't bring him to that old hag... I don't know what happened or if something happened between them, but he seemed scared of her. Considering he had a panick attack I didn't wanna risk him having one as soon as he wakes up again because of her. In the end I figured that you as our homeroom teacher are the best person I could turn to in this situation.", my red eyed student answered, looking back to the passed out boy.

Was Midoriya scared of us teachers now?
As that thought passes my mind and I repeat Bakugou's last sentence in my head I can feel the guilt, of what I did to my own student yesterday, hit me once again.
That's right, I am supposed to be someone my students can relay on, someone they can turn to when they have problems, someone they can trust, someone they can feel save around.

I don't deserve those feelings after what I did, I really don't...