On Edge

Who dyed his red heart to black?

That familiar, uncomfortable feeling bubbled up in his chest, and he felt like he couldn't breath. He felt dizzy, like the entire world was spinning, and he felt the faint urge to throw up.

Midoriya fell backwards, and Shinsou yelped and caught the boy as he collapsed, gasping for breath.

"Izuku? Izuku, calm down!"

"No. No no no, shut up! Shut up! I'm not useless, I'm not worthless, shut up shut up SHUT UP!"

The rest of the hero course students could only look at the panicking green haired teen, stunned, not knowing what to do.

Shinsou bit his lip.

He was having a panic attack.

Panic attacks were horrible. Shinsou should know. He had panic attacks all the time, as he hid under the sheets and wrapped his arms around himself in the middle of the night, desperately trying to wait it out.

Shinsou didn't want to do this. This was exactly what everyone had been accusing him of doing. But he didn't want Midoriya to be trapped in the depths of his own mind, especially not with a volatile quirk that had literally gone out of control a few hours before, and with a broken arm.

He shook Midoriya a bit rougher that he intended.

"Izuku, can you hear me?"

"Hitoshi -"

He activated his quirk, and Midoriya's mind went blank.

"Deep breaths. Calm down." He commanded.

Ojiro, Shoda and Aoyoma let out a strangled breath at the activation of Shinsou's quirk.

Midoriya's breath came in more evenly, and Shinsou released his hold on Midoriya's mind.

"Feeling better?"

Midoriya gave a weak nod, and grasped at Shinsou's arm desperately.

"Midoriya, he just brainwashed you! Get away -"

"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!" Midoriya screamed, interrupting Kaminari, "I HATE ALL OF YOU! LEAVE HITOSHI ALONE!"

He burst into tears, and curled up in a ball, sobbing on the ground.

"Stop bullying him! He didn't even do anything to you!"

"Izuku, no! That's bad for your arm! You need to see Recovery Girl!" Shinsou was at a loss. Midoriya wasn't even listening anymore, as he just clung to Shinsou's arm and cried.

"What is going on?"

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Aizawa and Kan didn't know what to expect when they entered the dorms.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've been told to kill myself because I didn't even have a quirk!?"

"Was that Midoriya?" Kan frowned.

"I have been made fun of my entire life for not having a quirk! Bullied, teased, pranked! I'm pretty sure Hitoshi has gone through worse things that me for his quirk, and I'm not gonna let you say anything bad about him when he's trying his best! I thought you were better than this! I thought the students accepted into UA wouldn't be participating in quirk discrimination, if UA was willing to let a quirkless student take the heroics entrance exam!"

Aizawa turned round the corridor from his room to figure out what was going on.

He knew Midoriya had issues. Lack of self esteem, praising everyone and putting them high up pedestals like he was some unworthy commoner. There were times where he had a horrible appetite, but Midoriya had written it off as stress for homework, or the provisional license exam.

But he wasn't quirkless. There was no way a quirkless person could smash that Zero Pointer like it was an aluminum drink can.

"But... Deku... you have a quirk! You punched the Zero Pointer!"

"That was the first time I ever used a quirk! For the first time in my life, that stupid wish of waking up with a quirk was fulfilled!"

Aizawa covered his mouth in mute horror, before he could let out a sound. Kan was about to intervene, but Aizawa pulled him back.

He had thought that Midoriya's quirk was untrained, so he never had a good grasp on it. Midoriya kept saying he couldn't control it, but he didn't realize that it had only recently manifested.

No wonder he was so shitty at using it!

Both Aizawa and Kan were stunned into silence as they listened, not daring to look around the corner lest the students see them.

"If I remained quirkless, are you gonna tell me that I'm worthless!? That I'm a useless waste of space!? That I should throw myself off the roof of a building or hang myself like everyone other person told me to!?"

Gods, what had happened to the poor kid!?

Aizawa growled, before he finally intervened, "What is going on?"

He looked at the crying Midoriya, his arm swollen, as Shinsou tried to comfort him, as the rest of the class stood around in a loss.

"Shinsou, bring Midoriya to his room. It's on the second floor. I'll get one of the students to bring dinner up later." Aizawa ordered, and Shinsou nodded, lifting up the boy gently and made his way to the stairs.

The common room grew silent.

"Now someone explain what is going on!?"

The only sound left in the room was Midoriya's cries haunting the 1-A area.