"Somethings wrong with Deku." (In The Process Of Editing) A Bnha Fanfic

Chapter 7

As Aizawa ran through the halls, searching for his student, he had time to reflect on what had just happened. He knew Bakugo would do something like that, but Midoriya... it just didn't make sense. He was acting so oddly, an he had to admit that he was slightly worried, just like his friends were. His footsteps made loud thumps in the quiet hallway and he could only hear dull chatter from the other classes. With no sign of him, he continued down another path. All he'd actually seen back there was Midoriyas fist on Bakugos face. What was going on with the two of them? He knew Bakugo always acted like this. Picking fights and being just generally a pain, but he really didn't know what to think about how Midoriya was acting. Maybe he should talk to All Might. He did always seem to get through to them more.

He passed a classroom that was heading to training, and they looked at him in curiosity as he sped by. He rounded a corner and almost slammed into Cementoss who was walking just behind it. "Woah!" He said, backing up. "Eraser Head! I was just on my way to your class. What're you doing here?"

"Looking for a student." He replied. "Have you seen Midoriya run through here?"

"The green haired kid?"

"Yeah." Aizawa said.

"Nope. Haven't seen a thing. Do you need help?" Cementoss offered.

"No." Aizawa said. "You should Head to Ground Beta. The class will be waiting for you there."

"Okay, but-" He started, but Aizawa was already half way down the hall.

Where the hell is that kid? Aizawa thought. He couldn't have gotten that far in that short amount of time. Plus, Aizawa knew the school better. But with Midoriyas quirk, he could be all the way across the school by now. But why was he running away? The closest bathroom had been a ways back, so he should have just gone to that one, but he hadn't been in it.

He ran through another corridor, and was starting to consider regrouping to see if he'd gone back to class, when he heard a noise. It was muffled, but he swore it was someone's voice. He looked to his left and there was another bathroom he hadn't noticed. Psh. So much for knowing the school better. He thought.

He slowly approached the door, listening carefully. Someone was definitely in there, and were being loud too. He slipped into the bathroom and ran it over with his eyes. In the last stall in the very back, he heard something that sounded like retching. Glancing down, he saw a pair of feet kneeling down over the toilet. When he first looked at them, he could have sworn that they were a girls wearing long socks and brown school shoes. They seemed familiar, but then he blinked and they were clearly a students legs, with the school issue men's slacks and shoes. The retching continued, and he recognized the voice. It was the voice of his lost student.

"Midoriya?" He asked quietly at first, rapping on the door lightly. When there was no response other than more queezy noises, he knocked a little louder and said, "Midoriya are you okay? You need to come back to class. If you're not feeling well then you can go see recovery girl."

"No, Sensei. I'm, fine." He managed to get out before going back to the toilet.

"No. You aren't." Aizawa put simply. "You need to come out of there and let me see what's wrong."

Midoriya didn't say anything, but the noises got louder and more violent. He needed to do something quick. Because obviously Midoriya wasn't going to admit anything was wrong. "Midoriya I'm going to break down this door if you don't come out!" Again, not answer. He sighed, having no real intentions of doing that. But the he heard a different noise. It sounded like dripping. He looked down underneath the stall and saw small droplets of red on the tile. He started to panic a bit. "Midoriya!? Are you okay in there? Let me in!" When nothing happened Aizawa mustered what physical strength he had and kicked the door. Being a bathroom stall, it only took a few good kicks before he could get it open. "Midoriya!" He said, expecting the worst. What he found was his student hunched over the toilet bowl, a pained, sickened expression on his face, and a large red splotch of blood on the seat.It didn't seem like much, but there was at least a fourths cup of blood tinging the water pink and staining the seat red.