●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|7| If This Isn't Pure Misery, Then What Is?

"No, I'm his homeroom teacher."

She frowned sympathetically and looked down at her clipboard. "I'm sorry, but unless you have explicit permission from relatives or an authority figure, I can't allow you inside."

Aizawa suppressed a glare. "I'm a pro hero and I work at UA. I'd like to think I'm qualified enough."

The nurse nodded immediately. "Of course. Room 116, please remain quiet upon entry."

Aizawa nodded and stood up quickly, making his way over to the stairs. He dodged Yamada, who was holding two steaming cups. "Hey, why the rush? What's up?"

"Midoriya's awake, come on."

Yamada's eyes widened and he quickly set down the drinks, rushing alongside Aizawa. "Then why are we taking the stairs?! Let's go, in the elevator!"

Aizawa snorted and started making his way up the stairs two steps at a time. "I'm not waiting for a metal box. Besides, it's too easy to get killed in those things."

"Fair enough."

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Aizawa opened the door slowly, stepping inside alongside Yamada. Izuku was sitting up, facing the other direction, out the window. He didn't seem to notice them.

"Midoriya." Midoriya didn't look up, but sagged.

Aizawa pulled up a plastic chair and sat next to his student's bed. Mic sat beside him. "Hey kid. Look at me?"

"Why?" Came Midoriya's quivering voice, sounding on the verge of collapse. "I don't want to look at anyone."

Aizawa sighed. "Okay then. You don't have to. Tell me what's up then?" Having a conversation like this would feel one-sided, but he could deal with it.

Izuku breathed out shakily. "My..." he trailed off into a quiet whisper, clearly beginning to cry. Mic put a hand on Izuku's shoulder, even as it made him flinch.

"Hey, it's okay little dude. We don't gotta talk about that. How about a game?"

Izuku sniffled. "What game?"

Mic grinned, and Aizawa had to keep himself from groaning aloud. Why was his husband so obnoxious? "May I Ask, my tiny friend. Ask a question to anyone, and we answer truthfully."

Izuku brought up a hand to wipe at his eyes, finally turning around. His eyes were rimmed with red and deep eye-bags rested underneath. His hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't slept in three days.

"Okay." He said hesitantly. Anything to escape this hollow, empty, mind numbing apathy that made him want to sleep forever and jump around in circles and sing a song at the same time. (Toooottaaallllyyy not self projection, noooooo)

Mic nodded, holding two enthusiastic thumbs up. "Gotcha! Now... Shouta!" Aizawa groaned, but didn't miss how his student's face relaxed ever so slightly. "May I Ask... do you plan to sleep at all this weekend?"

Aizawa stared at him. "I plan to take two hours naps in between teaching and patrol. That will most likely be ruined by Kaminari."