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Inko was feeling a lot more confident then when she had arrived initially. Midoryia seemed so...normal, she would almost believe that if it weren't for the massive amount of bandages and gauze on his arm. She knew he was protecting her from the truth, but for now, in this moment, she let herself believe it. She needed to process this, thankfully, as soon as Midoriya had left the house to go live in the dorms, Inko had gotten a really accredited counselor.

She couldn't stand being in the house without Midoriya, her son no longer came home and told her about his day, no more lunches to make or little notes to hide in his backpack- it killed her. So she did something for herself for once and got a therapist. She had never been so thankful for making that decision as she was now.

As the nurse came in and told her visitation was over, she kissed Dekus forehead and gave a tearful goodbye promising a soon return. Soon after she left she called her counselor, scheduling a rare night session as she was in crisis at this point.

Izuku collapsed in his bed as she left, it had been five hours of constant explaining, he was drained. It was now 8PM and he was ready for bed- unfortunately fate was not on his side as the doctor came in.

"Hello, Midoriya is it?"

He painted a smile quickly, not wanting to be stuck here any longer than he had to be. He had heard the nurses talking, it would all depend on his behavior, and he would be damned if he got sent to some insane asylum. "Y-yea!"

"Nice to meet you! I'll start off bluntly. You are a very lucky young man, you grazed the tendon in your arm, anymore and you would have lost some mobility."

Izuku knew that should have scared him, that he should feel gratitude for not permanently damaging anything...but for some reason he felt disappointment. Like he didn't do a job right. He hid that with a frown, a half way concerned frown.

The doctor continued, "We will keep you under surveillance for three days starting tomorrow. From there we will see if the school grounds are the best for you, or if you would benefit for a short time in an inpatient facility. The psychiatrist and therapists will be making rounds with you as well, to better help make later decisions. Sound alright?"

Midoriya nodded, dreading the next three days. How much was he going to have to lie?

The doctor left shortly after, leaving Midoriya to his thoughts, he didn't last long as he drifted to sleep at around 9PM.

He woke up around 3AM as he felt he was being watched, he sat up in his bed and switched his bed light on, he let out a slight yell as a silhouette appeared in the corner. "A-aizawa? What are you doing here?! H-how did you get in?"

Aizawa put his hands up, "relax, you're on a one to one."

Midoriya tilted his head at that, "What's a one to one?"

"It is when a person is a threat to themselves or others are put under constant surveillance by faculty."

"O-oh...but why not a nurse?"

The teacher shrugged, "Principal Nezu felt it best to have some close teachers watch over you in agreement to the hospital, that way you at least have some familiar faces."

Deku was taken aback by that, he didn't deserve such comfort...he tried to off himself, why weren't people treating him like the selfish garbage he felt he was?

"How do you feel?" Again, another daunting question, as they were sitting in a hospital room, but a conversation starter none the less.

"I-I feel better...I talked to mom all day yesterday. And the doctor said i'd be meeting with therapists and psychiatrists a lot over the next three days..."

"Sounds exhausting."

Aizawas words resonated with Izuku in that moment, he had been the one to initally find out- and here he was not blowing up about how stupid or selfish he was- in fact he was empathizing with him of all things.

"Especially when you feel the need to lie the entire time."

That caught Izuku by surprise, how the hell did Aizawa know his plans already?

"In the short time I've been your homeroom teacher, I've seen you injured, down, sad- and even though those instances were not as severe as the situation now- I know you turn to pleasing people as a way to avoid conflict."

"I...well...I just think the sooner I get out of here the better off I'll be."

"Hm, and what will you do when you're back in the real world? You can't turn to the same habits, not now, don't you think you should take this opportunity to learn something about your condition?"

Midoriya hadn't really come to terms with the fact that everything would change after he got out, whether or not his classmates would know, his teachers possibly treating him differently, not being alone like he had loved. It wasn't going to be the same...he wouldn't have cutting to turn to.

Deku shifted uncomfortably, "I don't know...I just don't want to go to a mental institute."

Aizawa could empathize with that, as he also had the same fears and stigmatized thinking Midoriya possessed about such a place.

"In the end...it will be what the doctors think, are you prepared to cooperate with their wishes?"

Izuku nodded slowly, "I wouldn't really have a choice at that point." He smiled sadly looking down, he had never felt so powerless in his life.

The teacher felt for the kid, and he was sure the last thing Midoriya needed at 3AM was hard questions. So he watered down his initial lecture, "I'm worried about you."

Midoriya's eyes watered, "s-sorry...I mean for you having to find out the way you did. I'm sure I was a mess to clean up."

Aizawa felt more disturbed than ever over the apology, "That wasn't really my concern at that point. You realize you passed out from blood loss, right? Had a blood transfusion? Bakugo and I were shaking when they rushed you on the ambulance."

Deku's eyes watered, he dared not look up, "s-sorry…"

Eraser Head sighed, he hadn't wanted to make this a guilt trip, but he had to let the kid know that people were concerned and they did care.

"I am not trying to make you feel bad, I just want you to know people care for you a lot- even the people you don't expect.I'll let you get some sleep, we can talk more in the morning."

"O-ok...thank you."

After the talk Midoriya awkwardly turned over on his side away from Aizawa and fell into a disturbed slumber, he tossed and turned throughout the night and finally gave in to sleeplessness at around 6AM. He sighed as he sat up and adjusted his bed to a sitting position. Miraculously there was a warm breakfast sandwich waiting for him on his side table. And it had a note.

It read: "Get better soon!" With every single signature from his class, except for Bakugo, which wasn't a didn't even phase Midoriya to not see his name.

"They are really worried, we haven't told them any specifics and I think your secret's safe with Bakugo...he's been really quiet since it happened." Aizawa said.

"Thank you for not telling them...I guess in the end I will have to...huh?" Deku looked down, suddenly playing with the ends of his hospital blanket.

"It's your choice...but I've been thinking about it myself, weighing the options. It would definitely help in your recovery."

Deku tilted his head, thoroughly confused, "You think telling my class about how i chopped up my arm is going to help? They will probably never talk to me again!"

Aizawa looked straight into Izuku's watery eyes, "You know your class is special, if one of you falls everyone is quick to help- for the most part. This would keep you accountable."

Midoriya thought for a minute and kind of smiled, "You know I hadn't really thought of that...I guess I got so in my head about things that I forgot they are all really nice...and it would help living in the dorms easier. They would probably never leave me alone."

An awkward pause then resonated after Midoiya finished. Like Aizawa had something he didn't want to say.

"You won't be going back to the dorms for a while, in light of everything everyone felt it best you go back and live at home for the semester at least."

A flare of anger rushed through Midoriya in that moment, that same hysterical streak went through him. He brushed it off with a sigh. "I guess I saw that coming...if it means i don't have to be sent off then fine."

Aizawa scratched the back of his head in thought, deciding not to add anything else to Midoriya's stress.

That's when he heard All Might's signature laugh echo through the hall. "Looks like that's my shift- do me a favor and try to be a little honest. Who knows, it just might help you out." With that

Aizawa was gone and All Might was here.

It was going to be a long day.

TBC...