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2019-08-29
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2019-11-06
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We Cry Under The Stars

Summary:

When Aizawa finds Smol Problem Child crying dangerously close to the edge of !-A's dorms at 2 am, starts a chain of events that reveal a lot about the boy.

Notes:

Trigger warning, for this chapter the most that will happen is a sorta hint at bullying and him standing a bit to close to the edge of a roof.

Chapter 1: The Sads on the roof

Chapter Text

"Midoriya?" Aizawa questioned as his capture gear secured itself around the small boy. Aizawa sighed mentally, this was not how his day was supposed to go. Well, nothing really went how it was supposed to at UA. Especially with his class, class 1-A.

The day had started off fairly normal, except he had noticed that the problem child had been a bit off. He brushed it off but kept a close eye on the boy, nothing seemed to come of it though. That was until 2 am. UA's alarm system had woken him up telling him to go take care of one of his students that were up past curfew and currently residing on the roof of the dorms. So he begrudgingly had gotten up out of his sleeping bag and walked up the stairs to the roof.

What he saw was definitely not what he had been expecting. He had expected that maybe Todoroki had been stargazing again, or Tsuyu being homesick, or even Bakugou listening to classical music to help calm him. He did not expect to find class 1-A's problem child standing dangerously close to the edge of the roof crying. He was definitely not getting paid enough for this. He weighed his options and decided to alert Mic and then try to talk to the boy.

Midoriya whipped his head around surprised. His expression changed quickly to confusion and then a small smile formed as he looked back to his teacher.

"Mr-Mr. Aizawa! Uh, I'm, uh sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm fine youdon'thavetoworryI just wanted some fresh air, I'm fine" The problem child stammered out, tears still falling from his eyes.

"You certainly don't look fine," Aizawa stated. There was an awkward pause which was quickly interrupted by the loud thumping of someone's feet, the door to the roof swung open with force to show a disheveled looking Present Mic.

Panting Mic said. "Aizawa wh-what's wrong?!" But as soon as the man looked up he understood what was going on. Geez, what is with hero's and giving out encrypted messages?! All Shoto sent him was 'need you on the roof for support now.' At least he knew what he was there for now. Aizawa wasn't exactly the best at comforting people, especially kids.

"Hey, little listener, could you tell me what happened? You don't have to, at least not now." Yamada said trying to gather himself as he slowly approached Midoriya like he was a wounded animal. This prompted the boy to try to shuffle back towards the ledge but was quickly halted by the tightening of his teacher's capture weapon.

"I-I, stay back." Midoriya struggled against his teacher's bonds and jumped when Aizawa yanked it moving the boy into Present Mic and far enough from the ledge that they could get to him before he could reach it. Hisashi gladly opened his arms and embraced the young boy.

"Let's talk about this somewhere else, shall we? Come on." Yamada put his hand gently on the boys back nudging him towards the door and quickly frowned when Izuku flinched, but quickly covered it up. "C'mon I assume your room is available to use, Sho-I mean Aizawa." To which the black-haired teacher nodded, leading the way down the winding staircase.

As they entered the apartment Aizawa gestured across from where he quickly sat for Midoriya to sit, which the boy hesitantly sat. "So Midoriya, care to tell us why you were sitting on the edge of the roof crying?" Aizawa stated simply.

"I-I uh, IjustneededsomefreshairIswear." Izuku blurted out.

"Bullcrap, also talk slower, kid," Aizawa said.

"Midoriya." Present Mic said making their heads turn to him. "Please, tell us, if you're comfortable, why were you up there. We are only concerned and want to help you. If you are uncomfortable we can get someone else for you to talk to, like All Might or Recovery girl." Mic said trying to make the boy feel safe.

"I, please don't tell All Might." The green-haired boy said shrinking into himself. "I-I've just, I don't even know. I've just been so I dunno sad recently. I'd been doing so much better, I thought I had at least." he said quietly refusing to make eye contact with either of the men.

Chapter 2: So Much To Unpack

Summary:

More feelings. Yeeet

Notes:

Edit: It's now 2020 quarantine and I have remembered that I made this, I kinda wish I didn't. So anyways I think the last chapter ended on a good note and so I'm putting it as complete. I might put this in a collection and add bits later, but who knows.

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"Has this happened before? How often do you feel like this?" The blonde hair teacher questioned.

"I, yeah, I used to feel like this a whole lot, I, I didn't get my quirk till the day of the entrance exams, but before that, I was-everyone thought that I was quirkless, I wasn't- I wasn't exactly treated the best. " The boy squirreled in on himself even further.

Aizawa swore in his head. If the kid had-the-their first class. He. Why wasn't he told? This was vital information. Heck, he had thought the boy was some sort of spoiled brat constantly praised for his quirk like Bakugou. But, that wasn't the case.

This information suddenly made everything click in place. Why the boy flinched so often and when at the beginning of the year he seemed constantly on edge. Aizawa had brushed it off as nervous/anxiety or some weird ticks. Especially after meeting the boy's mother. But, now, he knew it was only a small factor as to why he was as nervous as he was. The teacher really wished he knew about this sooner, it explained so much.

The pro-hero Present Mic sensed his partner's inner turmoil and gave him a small nudge to snap him out of it. So they could focus on the ever-shrinking boy in front of them. "Midoriya, why didn't you tell us sooner." Present Mic said softly

The boy's head snapped up examining their faces. Why? Because teachers are never to be trusted. They lie, they always lie. Like how Mrs. Jensen told his mother that he was the one to start the fights. That he practically asks to be beaten up. Or how Mr. Quincy always told him how he was useless and was never going to graduate.

Well feck you, Mr. Quincy, he managed to pass that grade even though his teacher tried so hard to fail him. He needs to stop talking, he shouldn't tell the two teachers anything, but then why did he feel so comfortable around these teachers? Maybe, maybe they were different because they were heroes? Maybe they could help? No, teachers are never any good. That's a lesson his dear teachers had drilled into him throughout the years.

"Why are teachers never any good?" Hizashi couldn't help but blurt out. But, soon after he did it clicked in both his and Shota's head. Because he was quirkless and the statistics about the quirkless youth were, let's just say very Grimm.

"They always lie," Deku said plainly, so matter of factly that it even unnerved himself. "Teachers-they-they always lie about everything. Teachers never help." The green-haired boy surprisingly confessed. There was so much to unpack about the boy right now. So much need to help him, help him grow his confidence and trust. There wasn't going to be enough time to address it all right now. Oh, boy was this going to be a long process.

"Those teachers should have their licenses revoked. " The black-haired man said venomously. "How," Aizawa ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I've-We've never dealt with something like this before. How, can we earn your trust or make you more comfortable?" The boy looked down deep in thought. "We are here to help, Midoriya. You can come to us with anything, and we'll try our best to help you."