-Izuku pov-
He didn't know how long he sat there crying in the bathroom, but he knew that if he didn't want to be caught he had to hurry back to the bedroom. He slipped out of the bathroom and tiptoed down the hallway hoping to not run into any of the teachers. He made it to the door and slipped back in, cringing at the creek of the door. The bed he had woken up in still held the small figure of the young girl who had watched over him.
He tried his best not to think about what all his teachers were saying about him, but he couldn't manage to get rid of the taunting thoughts.
Great, they are probably going to throw you out now. All Might's going to want to see if he can take the quirk back and all your friends will leave you...
But Sensei... No, He can't possibly care about me. But what if he actually does care and I just can't accept it... No, I... I.
I'll just wait till sensei comes back and then see how he acts. I'll put my trust in him just this once. Maybe he'll be different than the people I used to know.
Izuku walked across the room, grabbing the chair that sat in the corner and dragging it until it was right in front of the bed. He plopped down onto the chair and glanced over at the sleeping girl. No matter how much he hadn't wanted his teachers to find out about his life before UA, he would never blame the innocent little girl, whom he would give anything for. Sweet Eri didn't know that telling his teachers would effect him this much- she was just trying to help. He just wished that he could go back in time and stop himself from telling Eri so much in the first place- then this whole mess could just go away. Alas he didn't have a quirk that could do that, nor did he know of anyone with such a powerful quirk.
With a sigh escaping his lips, he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. Within a minute his exhaustion had caught up with him, so he let the darkness overtake him.
-Aizawa-
After the first of the teachers yawned, the rest of them realized how late it was and retired to their rooms. The other teachers offered to check on Midoriya with him but he waved them off. They kept persisting but he finally shooed them off by stating that if Midoriya was awake they wouldn't want to overwhelm the kid. Once the room was cleared he turned around and walked forward. He quickly found himself face to face with the door of the room the kids were staying in.
Don't worry, it might take a while but you can help the kid.
He reached out, pushing down on the handle. The familiar squeak of the door hit his ears, but he ignored it, peeking inside the room. Aizawa quickly noticed that his student had abandoned the bed in favor of sleeping on the chair.
He must have woken up and moved to the chair but why?
The pro hero flicked the door shut and gently laid down on the floor in front of the door. He closed his eyes hoping it wouldn't take too long for him to fall asleep.
-next morning Izuku pov-
Izuku woke up to a small finger tapping his forehead. He tried ignoring it but the little tapper was determined to stop him from getting any rest.
"Uhhh... Why-?" As he pushed his eyelids open he saw ruby red eyes staring back at him. She held her face in an all too familiar pout.
"Oh, hi Eri!"
She stared back at him for a few seconds longer before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry Izu... I-I didn't m-ean to ma-ke you sad. I- Just wanted to 'elp y-ou f'eel better." He didn't waste a second before throwing his arms around the sobbing girl.
"Eri, no it's okay!- Really! I'm not mad at you, I promise!"
"Really?... Pinky Promise?"
Midoriya held out his pinky to the little girl waiting till she wrapped her pinky finger around it to say, "I pinky promise."
Looking satisfied she sat up and dangled her legs off the bed. Following Eri's lead he sat up straighter in the chair and swerved his legs to the side. He reached over to the nightstand beside the bed where his phone still lay from the night before.
Luckily Eri hadn't woken up in the middle of the night; unluckily it was now about the time his teachers would be getting up for the day, meaning that he would have to pass them to start the day. As much as he wanted to jump out the window and call it a day he didn't want to set a bad example to Eri by teaching her to run out the window when she didn't want to face adults.
Yikes...
He could practically already feel the glare his Sensei would give him if he went through with that plan. Yeah, it would not be a good idea to go jumping out of windows in front of Eri anytime soon.
Once he had pushed himself out of his seat, he stretched a hand out to Eri waiting till she latched on so he could yank her up. He quickly brushed and braided the young girl's hair, waiting till she gave her nod of approval at him before attempting to smooth out his own hair. No surprise, his attempts to smooth his hair had failed.
Oh well. It's not like my hair usually looks neater than this on any other day.
Before he could reach the door, Eri had held her hands up in a familiar pick me up motion, one that she only started using after watching other kids at the park do it with their parents. He reached down, gently grabbing her and swinging her over his arms. He finally was able to open the door and walk out to breakfast... only he didn't realize that his teacher was sleeping in front of the door until it was too late, and he was already falling towards the floor. Eri made a small meep sound from the sudden shift in his grasp as he made an uncomfortable flick of his arm, catching himself against the wall, in order to stop from falling on top of Eri. Pausing for a second to catch his breath, he questioned what he had tripped on. He turned around seeing his Sensei slumped up against the door.
Huh... Well at least I didn't wake him up.
All of the relief that came from not waking his teacher flew away as he heard the man groan on the floor. He watched as Aizawa rolled over, before meeting the familiar eyes of his teacher.
"Oh... Hi S-ensei!" Midoriya started
No one responded, filling the room with awkward silence before Midoriya tried breaking it again.
"I-I'm so sorry Sensei I didn't mean to wakeyouupIdidn' ." He mumbled out managing to find a way to bend down in an apology while still holding Eri.
("I-I'm so sorry Sensei I didn't mean to wake you up I didn't see you there. Honest.")
"Calm down kid! You're fine. I was the one laying in the middle of the hall way, not you. Now then, are the both of you alright? P- Midoriya is your arm all right?"
"Ah... I'm fine! Really! My hand doesn't hurt so I think I'm good- Eri are you fine?"
He looked down at the girl in his arms before placing her on the floor. Izuku watched as she nodded her head before answering, "I'm fine too!"
"We're both fine Sensei, no harm done. And Sensei I don't mind if you call me problem child, sure the nickname use to mean something bad but you kind of changed the meaning of the nickname for me.-It's kind of like how Deku use to be used to insult me but now it's a good thing... So I really don't mind if you call me that.
"...Alright kid but if you are ever in a mood were the name bothers you, you tell me, all right?"
"Okay."
With that, the three of them headed out to the teachers' common room where they saw Present Mic in the kitchen, bothering the hero Lunch Rush, whom was busy making the other teachers breakfast. Izuku tried to hold back his laughter as Midnight marched up to the loud blond and hit him over the head, before dragging him away.
"If you stopped pestering the man, he would be able to hurry up and cook the food! I'm hungry too, you know!"
Snipe was sitting on the couch with a brown mug, reading what appeared to be magazines about guns and their functions. His assumption was confirmed when he noticed the magazines beside the teacher proclaiming bold words such as 'Pro's Gun Catalogue' and 'Shooting for the Stars'.
Most of the other teachers were grouped together talking in hushed voices. He could only hear snippets of the conversation, which when put together still didn't make any sense.
"We could..."
"... oh... and maybe..."
"A few nights..."
"... Week..."
"How about... or... or parks..."
"Everyone loves... jelly filled doughnuts"
"What about..."
"No... They're... not monkeys!"
"...Sure... with... behavior."
"Wait I know!..."
"... Perfect-"
"Hey look it's Midoriya!" With Present Mic's shout, all the other teachers stopped what they were doing to look over at him. The room would have been completely silent if it wasn't for the growling noise coming out of Aizawa's throat. Like they had all been slapped in the face, the teachers all turned their heads away from him and attempted to look busy, with varying levels of success. Midoriya heard a quiet "oww" escape Present Mic as Midnight proceeded to actually slap his face.
She stomped away from the blonde, mumbling about how that's what he deserved for messing with their green bean. Trying to ignore the need to figure out what she meant by that, he followed his homeroom teacher to the table.
"Sit by me Izu-nii!" Eri said excitedly.
Not wanting to let the little girl down, he pulled up the seat on her right. Midoriya tried to ignore the heavy feeling that had erupted inside of him.
Everything is going to be fine... No reason to worry... You're okay, just focus on making Eri happy.
He fought the urge to run out of the room, and out of the building, and away from everybody that existed in the universe. He instead tried to focus on Eri's 'exciting' talk about every meal Lunch Rush had ever made for her, and which ones she hoped he would be making now. After about five more minutes of her guesses Aizawa finally told her they would be having green tea muffins and that she could have a glass of milk with it. Knowing what was actually being served only led her to ramble on even more.
After what seemed like a decade, the muffins were finally ready. As he stood up to grab his food, Aizawa shooed him back down. At first he thought it meant he wasn't going to be allowed to eat the food, but then his Sensei came back balancing three plates of food and three glasses of milk. The hero placed one in front of Eri and another in his own place, before giving Midoriya a plate. He watched as those around him started eating, staring at the food in front of him for a few seconds longer before joining in the eating. Most of the other teachers joined them at the wooden table, only a few opting to eat at the couches.
He listened as the teachers broke into lively chatter all around him. While some of the conversation excited him, he couldn't bring it upon himself to actually join in the discussion; instead he sat there, quietly chewing his food. About halfway through the meal, he started receiving looks of worry, which caused him to realize that some of the topics of hero's were chosen with a purpose. He realized that everyone was hoping to engage him in the cha, but he didn't get why they were trying so hard. Part of him wanted to speak up so they would stop worrying about him, but every time he tried, his mouth refused to listen, and he was left sitting in silence. With out him even realizing it, he had finished his last bite of muffin along with everyone else at the table. He watched as they all cleaned up after the meal, refusing to allow him to help clean up.
The heavy feeling inside him grew as they drew closer to being done cleaning. As expected as soon as Aizawa-Sensei was done cleaning, he headed over to him.
"I think we need to talk. Let's move to some place more private."
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed the new chapter! Thanks to CoconutCat13 for helping me edit this! See you next time! (Hopefully Soon!)