Because I'm confusing myself here. I should clear this up now.

First name: Tomie.

First name: Okami.

As Class 1-A piled into the classroom that sunny Monday morning. Everything seemed normal to all nineteen students. Until Mineta spoke with one question. "Is Izumi still in the hospital? It's almost time for class and she isn't here yet."

Several students seemed to frown at this as they all shared looks with each other. "I don't think she ever came back after fainting. I hope she's okay. I think I heard a paramedic say she went into acute shock from low blood-pressure." Mina whispered softly as she twisted one of her curls around her finger nervously.

"It's the Nerd's own damn fault!" Bakugo scoffed suddenly before hitting his desk in irritation. "Her blood-pressure dropped because she wasn't eating!"

"It wasn't her fault." Ochacho hissed at Bakugo as she slammed her fist down in his direction. "So, don't you start!" There were heavy dark circles under Ochaco's eyes and they were blood-shot. She was tired and didn't want to hear a word from Bakugo today.

"She wasn't eating, Ochaco." Iida responded to her sternly. "We all know this."

"Yes, I know that… but it wasn't her fault!... forget it. I got a plan." Ochaco whispered as she pulled a planner out. "I'm going to help her. I've been working on this all night." She quietly flipped through the pages.

"Quiet down." The door to the room opened as Aizawa came in. No sleeping bag around his frame today. "I know you all probably have questions and I'm going to answer them here and now. Izumi is alive and well, but she will not be returning for a while."

Silence and horror was all that could be said about class 1-A as everyone stared at Aizawa with wide fearful eyes. "You… didn't expel her, Sensei, did you?" Kaminari was the brave one to ask as he grabbed at his sleeve and started to pick at it.

"No. Izumi has not been expelled."

A collective sigh echoed through the class room. A few 'Thank god's!' were scattered amongst the students. Even Todoroki let out a sigh of relief in the back.

"Listen. All of you. I am not at liberty to tell you where Izumi is currently. All you guys need to know is that she's unwell and she's currently getting the help she needs. She'll be gone for the next two weeks."

Now they were groaning. "Two weeks without our class sunshine!" Mina was the one to yell out in distress. "We'll never survive!"

"I'd rather she get help than be here. Besides… she hasn't exactly been 'sunshine-y' of late." Jiro whispered loud enough for those around to hear. "It's for the best. Poor girl…" she scratched at the edge of his desk now.

"Ears has a point." Bakugo growled. "Damn shitty nerd has been a wreck this past week. It only intensified when she got back from her mom's…" Aizawa wasn't sure if he heard right, but he could have sworn he heard Bakugo whisper in a barely audible voice: "What did that asshole do?"

"Iida?" Aizawa turned to the class representative.

"Yes, Sensei!" Iida, ever eager, stood from his seat boldly. Ready to do whatever was asked of him. Aizawa pulled out a blank notebook from his desk and tossed it to Iida. Who almost let it fall.

"I want you to copy down notes for Izumi."

"Of course!"

"Class. From now on Therapy with Hound-dog is no longer optional." Aizawa reached into his desk again and pulled out stacks of papers. "These are the times you guys will visit him. Once a week. I will know if you skipped a session." Aizawa gave a stack of five to each person in the front row. "Pass them back." He ordered and they did.

"I don't need therapy!" Bakugo could only scream in rage. "I'm perfectly fine!"

"Yeah, well, that's what Izumi thought. Do with that information what you will, Bakugo. That goes for all of you."

There was a silence as Bakugo made a sour face as he looked down at the paper in front of him.

"Sir… What happened to Izumi while she was in the hospital?" Todoroki inquired as he raised his hand up.

"I'm not at liberty to say." Aizawa started again as he leaned against the chalkboard and crossed his arms. "Just know that she's not here now and she didn't think she needed therapy." Several students looked at each other before focusing back on Aizawa.

Kaminari looked over his shoulder at Todoroki and Todoroki looked back at him. Then both boys looked at Ochaco, who looked back at them. It was Kaminari that broke. "Sensei! Where is she?!"

"I am not at liberty to say and if you push me again it's detention for a month. Am I clear? That goes for all of you!"

"Yes, sir!" Everyone cried out obediently.

"Good. Now, I made changes to today's lesson plans. You weren't supposed to learn this until later on in the year, but, it can't wait." Aizawa grabbed a marker and started to quickly write on the whiteboard. "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. AKA: PTSD. We're learning the signs today and what you guys need to look out for." He finished writing and turned to the class. "Despite what people say. It's not just for soldiers of war or older proheros. It can happen to anyone at any age. We're going to discuss why it's important to look out for it and the dangers if it goes untreated for too long."

Tsuka Tomie and Reed Okami were the other two teenagers sitting with Hitoshi.

Tomie was the oldest of the group at nineteen years old. Her skin was dark brown and littered with lighter colored freckles. She was heavy set, reminding Izumi of her own mother. Her hair was curly, but the curls were tighter than Izumi's own curls. When she smiled she always smiled with her mouth closed and Izumi saw why when Tomie talked. Her two front teeth were gapped. It didn't take a genius to see that Tomie was insecure… as well as socially awkward.

The opposite could be said for Okami. Whereas Tomie was the oldest, Okami was the youngest. He was only thirteen and it broke Izumi's heart to see someone so young in a place like this. He was also the shortest in the group standing just at Izumi's shoulder. Taller than Mineta but shorter than Izumi.

Okami's skin was pale, his hair was long. So long it almost made Izumi jealous with how long Okami's chestnut brown hair was. He constantly had to have it up in a low hanging ponytail otherwise it reached down to his mid-back. Izumi didn't have to guess why Okami had been admitted. She saw the scar(s) that littered up and down Okami's wrists, forearms, wrists, and palms. She had a feeling there were more scars under his clothes just as well. He was quiet. So quiet that Izumi almost couldn't hear him when he greeted her. Okami didn't like eye-contact, he looked away from her with his hands gripping his upper arms. It reminded Izumi of Tamaki.

"You're adorable. Look at that baby face!" Tomie had cooed as she cradled Izumi's face with her hands. Her hands were cold and made Izumi flinch a little. "Shinny never mentioned you before~"

"Shinny, huh?" Izumi looked at Shinsou, who was now blushing.

"There was no reason to bring Midoriya up." He mumbled to Tomie in response.

"I remember her… you two fought at the sports festival right?" Okami whispered as he clutched onto his shirt sleeve. "She beat your ass."

Shinsou blushed even harder now. "I wouldn't say she beat my ass-"

"Okay-" Izumi blinked when the nurse came up to her. She, ungracefully, plopped some fruit in front of her along with a small carton of strawberry milk (Izumi's least favorite.) "They're out of yogurt until tomorrow. So, you'll just have to make do with fruit and milk. Also, you three. breakfast is out, your trays are waiting. I'll be back when breakfast is over to collect you, Midoriya. Oh, and here." The nurse put a small cup in front of Izumi. In it a lone pill rolled around. "Quirk suppressant. Take it."

The others didn't wait around as they got up to go and get their food.

"Now?"

The nurse nodded. "Yes, you need a witness."

Izumi sighed softly. Grabbed the cup, opened the strawberry milk and downed the pill in one swift gulp along with some (disgustingly sweet) strawberry milk.

Izumi nodded and waited for the nurse to leave. When she did, Izumi looked down at the bowl of fruit. It was mostly, still frozen, strawberries, some blueberries, blackberries, and a couple scant raspberries. She lightly shook the bowl. Her stomach churned and she debated just tossing the fruit out and seeing if she could survive on milk for the day.

"You are not just eating that." Shinsou came up and placed his tray down. There, Izumi got to see what he had for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, two sausage links, and a coffee.

"I…might not even eat it." Izumi admitted in a tired voice. "I don't know if I can… can I see that?" Izumi saw the paper card on Shinsou's tray and she got curious.

Shinsou shrugged. "Just my information card. They'll probably have yours by lunch."

Izumi took the card and read it.

Shinsou, Hitoshi.

Prefers: Coffee, pudding, sausages.

Dislikes: Cranberry juice, orange juice, meatloaf (Do NOT give him meatloaf.)

Allergies: None.

"Why do I feel like there's a story behind the meatloaf?" Izumi raised an eyebrow as she gave Hitoshi his card back.

"They thought it was a suggestion. It was not. Every time they tried to give me that gunk I just didn't eat. Let me tell you, nothing gets their panties in a twist more if you refuse to eat." Shinsou stabbed at his food.

Izumi scrunched her nose up as she stared at her fruit. Quietly she plucked a blueberry out, hesitated, and then popped it into her mouth. It was still frozen and frosty. It hurt her molars and sent a shockwave down her jaw. "Mh!" She grunted in pain and rubbed at her jaw.

Okami and Tomie came up only seconds later.

"I heard a grunt of pain." Tomie commented as she sat down briskly. "Who did it?"

Izumi blinked before raising her hand a bit. "Me? The fruit was cold… also how'd you hear that?"

Tomie blinked. "My quirk. Super hearing."

"Wait. Wait. Wait." Izumi's food was forgotten; she looked at Tomie, disbelieving. "Aren't you on quirk suppressants?"

"Only those with dangerous quirks get put on suppressants." Shinsou had answered for Tomie. "Her quirk is only just hearing, nothing more, nothing less. So, they don't see it as dangerous like you, Midoriya."

Izumi made an 'Oh' with her mouth. "I see…logical in it's own right, but also illogical. Tomie's quirk can be dangerous."

"Oh?" Tomie blinked at this. "How can you be so sure already?"

"Well, it's obvious really. It depends on the radiance of your hearing, but you could potentially hear things you shouldn't. Like keycodes on how to get out of here or something similar." Izumi thought as she rubbed at her chin in thought. "That being said…"

Izumi got lost in a land of mutters in only seconds. "Given the radiance… how long… tested it out?... hm…" where just a few keywords.

"Look what you did." Shinsou chuckled as he gestured to Izumi.

"Jesus. How can one girl talk so fast and so much?" Tomie chuckled just as well as she started to eat her food.

A nurse came over and lightly shoved Izumi's shoulder. "Quiet. Just eat." The nurse urged before trotting away.

Izumi blinked and shook her head. Before she knew it, she popped another blueberry into her mouth. "Sorry about that. What about you Okami? Is your quirk not dangerous?" She asked him before she swallowed.

Okami made a sour face and turned away from her. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh… sorry." She looked away from him before she quietly picked out a raspberry and popped it into her mouth. She got three bites in before her body rejected the raspberry entirely. Her throat tightened and her mouth went limp. Leaving a half-chewed frosty raspberry sitting in her mouth. She had no napkin to spit this in, and she knew if she attempted to swallow she'd gag right there.

So, she did the next logical thing. Without saying a word she stood from the table abruptly and walked to the nearest trash can. She made sure her back was turned to the group she was with before she spat the raspberry into the trash. When she returned nobody asked and so she didn't explain. She did push her fruit away from her. Which caused Shinsou to raise an eyebrow in question.

"Five more minutes!" A nurse called out to the cafeteria.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Tomie asked softly. "They really don't like it if you don't eat."

"..." Izumi grasped at her sleeve as she stared down at the bowl of stupid fruit. "I can't…" She whispered.

"You… can't?" Shinsou inquired next.

"I physically can't… It's one of the reasons I'm here, okay, can we leave it at that?" She whispered as her hands started to shake. "I told you, Shinsou. I'm a mess."

"Okay, okay, sorry. I shouldn't have pried… don't get upset…" Shinsou touched her shoulder and, dammit, Izumi flinched. Shinsou backed off instantly. "Sorry. I should have asked before I touched you."

"It's not your fault." She whispered back to him with her head hanging down. "I think I'm going to go get dressed now. I'll probably see the rest of you for lunch, okay?"

"Yeah." Shinsou nodded as he looked at her with softer eyes than before. "Uh…" he then rubbed under his nose. "Just so you know. For lunch, I'm going to make sure you eat more than three pieces of fruit. ED or no ED."

"Heh… you can try… hey… could you use your quirk on me?!" Izumi turned to him abruptly with wide eyes. She then leaned across the table, clearly excited. Shinsou jumped back a little in his seat at this. "It'd be perfect! My mind would be turned off and-"

Shinsou gave her a dejected little smile. "Izumi, surely someone as smart as you has to know that my quirk is dangerous." He told her. "I'm obviously on suppressants." He then whispered. "Besides, even if I were to use my quirk on you, you wouldn't heal. This is something you have to overcome. I'm sorry."

Izumi deflated. "Right, I wasn't thinking… I should… go get dressed now." She gestured towards the rooms. "See you guys later." She waved them goodbye.

Dr. Nina Collins was an American therapist. She was skinny in her mid-sixties. Her peppered gray and blonde hair was put up in a ponytail that reminded Izumi of a cheerleader. She had a round face that was powdered with a thin layer of makeup. When she smiled, Izumi saw that her two front teeth had some lipstick smudged on them.

Izumi crossed her arms over her chest as she felt her body lightly rock back and forth.

"So, you're a fan of All Might?"

Izumi figured it was the shirt she was wearing. The one with his face plastered on it. "Yeah. I do." She whispered before putting her arms over her chest.

Dr. Collins hummed and quietly wrote down in her notebook. "Izumi, I know talking about it is hard, but I can't help you if you don't talk about it."

Izumi looked down at her slipper clad feet before she lightly clawed at her jeans.

"...Your teacher said that you suffer from extreme PTSD and that you were, unfortunately, raped." The doctor whispered softly to her. "I know these are heavy subjects to discuss."

Izumi sighed weakly and uncrossed her arms from around her chest. "I don't know what to say."

"Well, how'd it happen, we can start with that."

Izumi shut her eyes. "He paralyzed me… Would it help if instead of talking about that or how it happened, can I just tell you the truth about my own feelings?"

"Sure." Dr. Collins wrote that down in her notebook.

Izumi swallowed hard before she lightly kicked her feet. "I feel… like I failed." She whispered as she started to twist her hands around in her lap.

"You failed?" Dr. Collins asked, clearly wanting her to elaborate. "This isn't a test. You didn't 'fail' anything."

"I'm training to be a hero." Izumi's voice shook as her lower lip started to wobble unsteadily. Sucking in a deep breath she forced herself to steady and tried to rein her emotions in. She's only been in this room for less than five minutes, she didn't want to start bawling now. She'll cry when she's alone in her new bedroom; She decided. "I need to be an example to those in need an-and I messed up by letting myself get…" She trailed off before wrapping her arms around her shoulders and biting her lip.

"Raped. Izumi. You were raped. There's no harm in the word. It might lessen the blow if you call it what it is." Dr. Collins informed her with a soft voice. There was a moment of silence between the two of them.

Izumi made a face. "Yes. I let myself get raped… and I'm a failure."

"I see." The woman wrote down in her notebook.

"I worked so hard! And it feels like… it's all been stripped. Like Fujiwara took everything from me. From my virginity to… my eating habits." Izumi could only look away from Dr. Collin's cold steel eyes as she stared at the dusty ceiling above.

"I see, Izumi, do you think that maybe the reason you've been having trouble eating is because that's the only thing you subconsciously feel that you can control?"

Izumi opened her mouth, paused, and then shut it again. "I-" She stopped before shaking her head. "I don't know." She whispered in a low voice and clawed at her shirt, bunching it by her shoulders with both hands. "I don't think so." she bit at her lip.

"It's more common than you think, Izumi. It's a trauma response. Your body feels like food intake or outtake is the only thing it can control during a situation where you have none."

Izumi's mouth twisted as she shut her eyes. "How do I go back to eating normally? How can I get control back in my life?"

"It won't be an instantaneous process, but I'm going to try and help. For starters, stop bottling up what happened. Don't be afraid to talk to people. People you trust."

Izumi said nothing as she listened to what the therapist told her. She felt herself start to rock again. She then bit on her lip. She felt a bump start to form on the inside of her lip where she was gnawing at.

"Izumi, I shouldn't have to say this. But you're not a failure for what happened."

Izumi's voice rose an octave as a couple as a whine escaped. She ran her fingers through her curly hair and squeezed her eyes tight. "Aren't I!?"

"No-"

"How can people come to me when I-I-I allowed myself-"

"Izumi. You didn't allow the rape. You couldn't stop it."

"Isn't that the same thing?!"

"No. No, sweetheart. You couldn't stop the rape. He forced himself on you and made it so that you couldn't stop it. You were paralyzed. If you weren't… what would you have done?"

"If I weren't paralyzed… I would have punched him, kicked, even screamed if I could, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything! I could only allow it to happen!" She whined before burying her face into her hands. "How am I not a failure?!"

Dr. Collins leaned in slowly and carefully. "Izumi, you aren't a failure. This isn't your fault that you got raped. It's the fault of a depraved man with a quirk that he doesn't deserve to have."

Izumi tried her hardest to push her tears back. "I hate him. I hate him so much."

"That's understandable."

"But… tell me. Why do I hate myself more?!" Izumi looked up at the doctor as the tears started to perk at the edge of her eyes. "Why can't I stop feeling like a failure?! Why do I want to die?!"

"You're in the self-doubt stage my dear. I know you think you could have stopped it. That you could have done more, but there was nothing you could do. What happened was horrific, but this wasn't your fault and I'm going to be here for you for the next two weeks to try and help you see that, my dear. And… don't hold back for me-" Dr. Collins gently took Izumi's hand into her own. "-You can cry. Ugly cry, cry like a child, I don't care. Just please, stop holding it in. I know you're probably used to being strong around your teachers and classmates, but you don't need to be strong in front of me."

That's all Izumi needed. A loud high pitched and long wail left her mouth as fat tears immediately started to flow freely down the sides of her face. "There we go." Dr. Collins lightly patted Izumi's hand. Izumi sucked in a loud breath as sobs left her mouth in rapid-fire. She brought her fist up to try and wipe the tears away from her eyes. "We're going to get your control back, Izumi." Though, Izumi was having a hard time hearing the doctor.

"You can't be strong all the time." The doctor reached over and tucked Izumi's hair behind her ear. "Nobody can. Not even All Might… I'm going to help you, Izumi."

Izumi sniffled loudly and nodded vigorously. "Please…" She whined before sucking in a greedy breath. "Please."

I'm sorry! I know I told you guys that the reason why Shinsou is here is gonna be in the this chapter, but It's actually going to be in the next! Please forgive me! It is coming. I promise!

So, everyone loves fun facts, right? Here's a fun fact. When I was writing this story, I hadn't finished season 4 of MHA yet so, I didn't know that Shinsou's quirk couldn't make people confess. So, he was originally going to get Izumi to confess about the rape, but it wasn't just him. 1-A wanted him to do it so they could know what was going on with Izumi and how to help her. That was how they were originally going to know.

I'm glad I didn't go that route. Lol. I like this one much better.

Another fun fact: The fight between Izumi and Bakugo was actually going to be more intense. With Bakugo actually trying to force food down her throat. Ending him getting punched so hard he hit a wall, but I scrapped it in favor of him just shaking her.