Aizawa's POV
There is nothing worse than the fear a parent feels when they can't find their child. Especially when said child has been kidnapped before and very well could be again. Luckily for me, I was able to figure out that Y/n never left campus and Hizashi was able to find footage of him getting shoved into a locker, though he wouldn't tell me by who since he knew I'd probably just expel them on the spot, no questions asked. And now here we are walking home at 11 pm, Y/n wrapped in my scarf and latched onto my back, fast asleep.
He was definitely more worn out than he was at the end of the sports fest but I can't really blame him. Small spaces were definitely the worst places to have him stuck considering the trauma that he's been pushing to the side over the past week. I'm almost certain he'll fall into a breakdown sooner or later just because something clicks or pushes him over the edge. When we arrive home we are quickly greeted by the black, not-so-small-anymore, kitten who seems pleased that Y/n is home. I change Y/n out of his uniform and tuck him into bed and watch as Lev curls up beside him to cuddle. A tiny smile is present on my face as I leave the door open with the light on in the hall.
I slowly make my way to my own bed and get changed as well as Hizashi pretends to read a book while he sits on the bed. "That book must not be very interesting," I mutter when I feel Hizashi's eyes roaming across my body as I undress.
"Looking at you tops any book, no matter how interesting, Sho." I roll my eyes at his cheesy words before crawling into bed. "You're still not going to tell me who shoved Y/n in a locker are you?" He simply shakes his head and leans in to kiss me. I evade his kiss and his embrace, turning away from him. "No distractions Hizashi. Tell me or you can sleep on the couch."
He pouts and gives a long sigh then says, "You have to promise not to do anything and just let Nezu handle it since it isn't your student and therefore you have no say in what the punishment will be." Tch it was my student who was harmed so I should have a say but I'll have to speak to Nezu about it not Hizashi. I'm not going to do anything to harm a kid anyways. "Fine. I promise."
Hizashi stares into my dead eyes for a bit before he decides I'm not lying and clears his throat. "It was a kid from the general course, Akito Kazama, quirk is 'Sound Absorption' which is exactly what it sounds like. He's currently in class 1-D. That's all I know. Haven't even heard of this guy before so you're in the dark about this as much as I am now."
I sigh as Hizashi decides he can now spoon me since he told me. Not that I mind really but I'm just upset that other students would hurt my kid when there is no evident reason. My best guess is it was done out of jealously and this kid was aiming for the hero course but his quirk didn't really have much of an effect against robots during the entrance exam. "Sleep Sho. You can worry about this tomorrow." I grumble a bit and shift so I'm facing him before I finally let myself sleep.
Y/n POV
Is this what hell feels like? My head is pounding as if someone dropped a giant anvil on it and then proceeded to jump on it for good measure. My body doesn't want to get up today and luckily it's a Saturday so it doesn't have to, at least not yet. Why am I even alive right now? If I had just died all those years ago no one would've known about me enough to care if I was gone. I'm useless, I can't even protect myself, so how am I going to go out into the world and protect others?
I wrap the blanket around me a little tighter as I blankly stare at the ceiling. This wasn't the first time I've had thoughts about the world being better off without me, however, this time the thoughts just didn't want to go away. Usually I could just remind myself of the things I need to keep living for, like my family and friends who would blame themselves if I died or all the people I could save when I become a hero. This time those things didn't seem to work like they normally would. My throat feels tight and my eyes burn but no tears fall. "Tears should be saved for someone worth caring for." The pulsing in my head makes me feel nauseous and lifting it up feels like too hard of a task.
I pretty much choke when my stomach decides its contents are unwanted but I manage to keep it down with force as the taste of bile covers my tongue. Reflex has me coughing which is the first sound I've made since waking up and it is not pleasant for my migraine. A few moments later my bed dips on my right side and a hand runs through my hair. I look over at my dad who has a tray in his lap with what I guess is breakfast with a side of strong pain killers. I couldn't help but notice that the antidepressants I had been taking for the past two weeks were not on the tray. He set the tray on my night stand before giving me some recharged earplugs set to the highest setting already. He then helps me to sit up and gives me a tall glass of ice water which I take and drink slowly with my medication.
I definitely wasn't hungry, especially with the nausea but I knew I hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day before so if I ever hoped to have any sort of energy today I would need to eat some food. And so I did, at least part of it, which is better than nothing so honestly I'm proud of myself. I could tell dad wanted to say something to me, judging by the look in his eyes, but it's quite hard to sign when your hands are balls of bandages.
Ever since I first got these bad headaches from overusing my quirk, Dad decided that part of our training would include learning sign language so that we could still communicate when talking is just too much for my head. It would also be a useful asset when doing hero work, like for undercover missions. I cheer up a bit when I remember the time when we both learned that Yamada also knew sign language. We happened to be talking about him silently and he glanced between the two of us briefly before he said, 'You know I'm trying not to be so loud all the time maybe I should just,' before he signed *talk to you like this*. The shock that painted Dad's face was priceless but at the same time it made a lot of sense that Yamada would learn sign since I'm sure that when he was younger he couldn't control his quirk properly so instead of bursting eardrums accidentally he would just not speak.
We both were left wondering how many things we had said before Yamada had made himself known. It was often a common thing to talk about people behind their backs but literally in front of them so I wouldn't be surprised if he had noticed before that day and decided to not say anything.
The painkillers quickly kick in and dull the pain so it's just a minor ache and so I dial down the earplugs so that a normal conversation could be held if one so desired. Dad clears his throat a bit before asking, "Do you happen to know any students from class 1-D per chance?" I look at him quizzically. Does he seriously think I make friends with people who I don't see every single day? What would be the point of getting along when you don't need to since you'll never see them?
"Do you even know me?" He simply shakes his head and says, "That was a stupid question, I know, but I just wanted to confirm that personal issues was off the table."
"You're talking about yesterday and the whole locker thing right? Cause one second I was in a hallway alone the next I was pushed into a locker and the door was locked. By the time I managed to turn around and peer out, there was no one there. Probably didn't help that I had these in." I say, pointing to my earplugs.
"Well the student who did it actually has a sound absorption quirk so you wouldn't have heard him regardless of the plugs and I'm fairly certain that an apology will be forth coming from said student since I'm sure he'd rather not be expelled." I couldn't help but shake my head at his last statement. An apology would be unnecessary, especially since I'll probably never see the guy ever again. The likelihood of the locker thing being planned was slim to none so why would I need to interact with said person again.
"It's fine Dad. I don't need you to do anything about it. I don't need a fake apology or some sort of closure for this whole thing. If it happens again I'll tell you but it most likely won't so a warning is probably enough, plus I need your focus right now not some random guy that let his emotions get the better of him in the moment." He perks up when I mentioned needing his attention and moves closer so he's within hugging range. He seems to notice that my nails are digging into my arms and softly lifts my hands away before gently engulfing me in a hug, where my arms are pinned between our chests.
"You don't deserve to be happy, not after all the damage you've caused to Aizawa, Yamada, and your friends." A familiar voice in my head says. "A few cuts would bring relief. Maybe one for every lie you've told in the past few weeks. Got to pay for them somehow right?" Tears run down my cheeks and start making Aizawa's shirt wet. I haven't heard this demeaning voice since I stopped cutting a few years ago, why is it back now? It's not right and I shouldn't listen to it or I'll end up...I'll end up with...cuts and...and a free conscious. No wait I'd just feel more guilty from the cuts... but at the same time I would distract myself from all the pain I feel from seeing people die over and over again in my mind.
"N/n you've been clean for a few years now, whatever is bothering you needs to be made known to someone so that you don't feel pressured to hurt yourself again alright. It doesn't have to be me but please talk to someone like your therapist or Hitoshi or Yamada. If you cut yourself I'll have someone stay with you all the time in order to prevent it, like Izuku. And I'm going to remove all sharp things from your room until you can tell me with confidence that you have enough self control to not try anything."
The soft tone that he used made me feel cared for and loved which ultimately led to the tears stopping. How did I end up with such an amazing Dad? I wipe the tears off my face and then clasp my hands together to keep them from damaging myself. "Can-can I go see Yasahiro today?" He nods and says, "I'll call him to tell him to meet at the school since I will be heading there for some treatment from Recovery Girl and hopefully will get all these bandages removed." After that he gets up and starts to go through my room, grabbing an empty shoe box and putting all sharp objects into it before setting it down in the hall and making his way to the ensuite door and disabling the locking feature.
I feel a bit agitated at the fact that some of my privacy will be lost but at the same time I know it's only because he cares and wants to keep me safe, even if it's from myself. Lev decides that now is the perfect time to push up against my hands and it is definitely a welcome distraction from everything going on in life and in my head. He looks up at me and his gaze seems to say 'You'll be alright'. Soon I'm left alone in my room which in now decluttered since a lot of the newer gadgets were left on my desk and dresser that I hadn't yet tried out yet. Guess I'll have to wait until a later date to test them out, unless he lets me train with them which is a possibility. Of course that'd only be after I've been confirmed as stable enough to do so and with the talk I'm going to have today with Yasahiro I doubt it'll be anytime in the near future.