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A week was all they were given to morn the loss of their classmate, a loss that most of them didn't know how to deal with. Mineta had been a perverted little brat and almost everyone agreed they'd wanted him gone, yet none of them had wanted him dead. The funeral had been worse with the wailing of his mother stabbing into their hearts and standing here now Izuku couldn't stop herself from clinging to Katsuki's sleeve like a child. Her guilt was almost oozing off her body as she pressed herself against the blonde boy who had taken to snarling at everyone who glanced in their direction. The entire class was standing in a group as the casket was lowered into the ground.

She'd been useless. The self-blame was eating her alive and keeping her from noticing the dark emotions Frost was emitting. Katsuki wasn't much better, he'd only came because of his mother's orders, hence why his lips were pulled back into a snarl. Not even Kirishima's presence could keep him from gritting his teeth every time someone cried. It didn't help that Izu was currently too lost in her own self-doubt and guilt that she wasn't able to calm him down.

Flickering his eyes to the rest of his class he noticed that none of them were crying, instead, they looked down with saddened eyes. It was likely they were simply here to make UA look good after the backlash from the media. The headlines were making the school look incompetent no matter the fact that the villains had used the media's trespass to enter the school grounds. No, no one wanted to talk about that, the only thing they cared about was the dead student in the hero course. Scoffing he narrowed his gaze on the boy's mother and found himself disgusted. She should be happy her son died fighting villains, or at the very least respect him enough not to turn this into a farce. He could understand that she had lost her only child, yet the way she'd been staring at the class for the last few minutes before breaking into tears was annoying.

Leaning closer to Izu, he felt relieved when the ceremony was over. Reaching down he took her hand before leading her toward the other girls. He could see their heavily bandaged homeroom teacher talking to Mic over in the corner but didn't dwell on it as he reached the others. Passing her off to Uraraka he watched the brunet pull his sister into a hug before noticing the other boys form a protective ring around their class. It seemed he wasn't the only one to feel the tension hanging in the air. Frowning he considered going to get their teacher when Kirishima patted his shoulder. Glancing up he followed the other boys pointing finger to the grieving couple.

Mineta's mother a thin woman was glaring at Aizawa and Mic from her spot wrapped in her husband's arms. The look on her face spelled trouble and he growled. His low sound gaining everyone's attention and alerting them to what could be a possible threat. Feeling Izu brush against him to see what was happening he stepped to the side letting her out of the protective wall.

Izu flickered her eyes between the grieving mother and her homeroom teacher, at the woman shrugged off her husband's hands and started stalking toward him. The tightness in the woman's hands increased as she walked along with the anger burning in her gaze. Frozen Izu found herself unable to move as the woman slid to a stop her hand lashing out to strike the wounded teacher. Mic caught the woman's hand before it could touch the other man his eyes darkening as he talked to her in a quiet voice too low for Izu to hear.

She knew the woman was blaming Aizawa for Mineta's death, but it wasn't his fault. He'd already been knocked out before Shigaraki had moved toward them. None of this was his fault, it was hers. She and Shigaraki were the only ones to blame for what happened to Mineta. All of this was her fault and as the media hurried to photograph the argument between the teacher and parent, she found it hard to breathe. Aizawa would let it happen, and even if he didn't the media would blame him anyway since he was their teacher. They'd been his responsibility in the eyes of the public at least. No one knew what happened in the USJ except the teachers and class 1-A, the media was blowing this out of proportion just to take a jab at an innocent man.

She didn't realize she was moving until Katsuki's hand closed around her wrist. Turning her head to look at him she felt chills as a camera flashed capturing the scene between the two adults. His eyes weren't angry just questioning as he looked down at her silently asking if this was what she really wanted to do. Giving him a small nod, she felt his hand drop from her wrist as he returned the action. Beside him, Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the silent exchange.

"I believe it's best for you to take a step back," Mic stated trying to be civil with the woman even after she'd tried to strike his lover. The sneer on the woman's face didn't vanish as she tugged her hand out of his grip almost hissing at him in the process.

"You people allowed my son to die," she snarled looking more like a feral animal than a human.

Scoffing he opened his mouth to snap at her only to bite his lip when Aizawa coughed. Turning his back to the woman and almost dismissing her entirely he ran a worried gaze over his boyfriend's form, it really wasn't good for Aizawa to be out here even with the work Recovery Girl had done he was still too injured to be standing. It didn't help that the man had only agreed to use crutches after Nezu threatened to put him in a wheelchair.

Hearing another camera go off, Mic wanted to scream at the reporters until their ears bled and they were writhing on the ground in agony. Instead, he let Aizawa lean on him trying to take some of the pressure off the other man's body. Although it hadn't been his legs that got injured the black-haired man had at least two cracked ribs, that had been broken before Recovery Girl healed him. He knew Aizawa was stubborn, but he hated seeing his lover in this kind of pain.

"Honey th-"

"My son would still be alive if you heroes hadn't filled his head with promises of fame," The woman shouted. Shoving away her husband who had been dragging her away she stepped forward her hand lashing out to slap at them again.

Eyes almost glowing Mic turned around to give the woman a piece of his mind when someone shoved him back. Blinking as the smacking sound echoed in the area, he reacted quickly catching the tiny girl by her shoulders before she could fall. Hearing a snarl, he watched Bakugou storm forward rage simmering in the boy's eyes before Aizawa stuck one of his crutches holding the boy back. The savage glare the blonde gave to the older man wasn't even tempered by Kirishima placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. Watching the rest of class 1-A surround them he was almost grateful that they were blocking the reporters.

Frost snarled her anger simmering under Izu's skin as the girl shrank in on herself. Feeling Mic tighten his grip on her shoulders she almost cried her hand coming up to touch her face. She knew the blow would bruise and part of her thought she deserved it for allowing Mineta to die. If she hadn't been so slow he would still be alive. Hearing Katsuki begin yelling at the woman she dropped her hand to her side. The tears burning the corners of her eyes made her feel sick even as the woman narrowed her gaze and opened her mouth to begin shouting back at the boy.

"It was my fault," she whispered the words barely being heard by the man holding her.

Stiffening the teacher realized her intentions, his eyes finding Aizawa's as he tried to portray just how horrible this would end only to see the man glowering. Right, it seemed that seeing one of his student's get hit hadn't increased the stealth hero's empathy for the grieving woman. Class 1-A was out seeing as how half of them were ready to slaughter the woman while the other half were busy holding back Katsuki from slaughtering the woman. Oh, dear lord were those knives that Momo was making, knowing that he was the only sane person here was really not what he wanted to find out today. He was in a great position at the moment to experience all the chaos, unfortunately, they'd been ordered by Nezu to not cause any trouble. Yeah, that was one job they'd failed horribly.

"That's enough," Frost roared her voice causing Izu to freeze. For a moment she stood there stiffly before she fell back her world darkening as the panicked voices of her classmates and teachers filled the air. Catching the girl as she slumped to the ground, Mic felt nothing but confusion staring down at his past-out student.

"You stupid, little brat, do you have any idea what you just did," Frost snarled her golden eyes pinning Izu with a glare as the girl matched her expression with teary eyes. This was the first time her other half had pulled her into their inner world, something she hadn't even thought possible but here she was suffering under the hardened glare of her other half.

"You can't just pull me in here," she said her voice bordering on panic. Watching the other girl's golden eyes darken she shivered slightly.

"Oh, can't I," she teased the dark tone matching her eyes. Circling her other half, she kept a close watch on the shadows of the trees around them as she noted the girl's reaction. She hated this animosity between them, but it was the only way to make Izu listen to her. Being nice hadn't worked and now she had to do something much more direct than simply talking. For days she'd watched Izu fall apart silently and she was done sitting on the sidelines.

"Frost," the wary tone in Izu's voice hurt but as she slid to a stop in front of her other half she didn't show her emotions.

"You didn't care about Mineta," she said calmly. It hurt the way Izu's eyes widened and she seemed to come crashing in on herself. Her pain at the words was almost palpable on her face and Frost felt horrible. She wanted to take it back, rewind time and make it so this never happened, yet this needed to happen. Wallowing in guilt and self-hate wasn't good for either of them or their inner world. Curling her hands into fists she pushed back the pain at having those wide green eyes look at her like she was a monster before saying, "Mineta was a spineless fool who froze and left you to save him. He was useless not you. The only reason you've felt so bad this week is because you couldn't stop thinking about having to see someone you love die. You don't care that the purple waste of space died."

"That's not true," the whisper was accompanied by her guilty green eyes and Frost scoffed.

"You feel bad because you weren't good enough to save a classmate. You're terrified because next time it could be Katsuki, but you don't give a damn about Min-"

"Stop it!"

"No! Do you see this? The flowers are fucking black Izu, your emotions are tearing us the fuck apart and if I have to seal away your memories again I will," she snapped the words leaving her mouth without her considering them. Izu froze her eyes widening as the words registered.

Again, Frost had sealed away her memories before. She felt sick knowing that someone she trusted without hesitation would take away a part of her. Seeing the dawning realization in those golden eyes she stepped back hurt and shock on her face.

"Wh-Why," she started before stopping. Taking a deep breath, she could see the emotions drain from the other girls face as she asked, "What memories did you seal away?"

"That's none of your concern," she stated without hesitation. If Izu was angry with her then she wouldn't wallow in despair. Anger could make her other half stronger, even if it did tear Frost apart in the process. For a moment Izu looked shocked that she would deny her access to their own memories then she scowled her green eyes darkening.

"They're my memories," she hissed her tone cold.

Frost hated that she felt relieved by the rage in Izu's eyes. Staying silent she felt her heartbreak when Izu turned away from her and started walking toward the darkened trees. Panicking she rushed forward her body moving between Izu and the trees. She couldn't go there. Izu was the nice one, she was the one who lit up the world, cloaking her other half in shadows wasn't something she was willing to even consider, even if it was what Izu herself wanted.

"Move," the order was cold.

Shaking her head Frost considered her options. Izu was angry and wanted to know what she was hiding, the only place for her to hide something from Izu was inside the forest. A forest full of their demons that would tear the girl apart. Some small part of her noted that Izu had already been darkened by their sorrows if the black flowers were any indication. Of course, she shoved that part of her back until it was nothing more than a whisper.

"Frost, move now."

Izu would be in pain if she viewed the memories, it would hurt both of them beyond belief. She wouldn't allow Izu to feel that pain, not if she could help it, not when the only thing keeping her on her feet was the knowledge that Izu could be happy. Katsuki would be able to deal with Izu's anger when she got out. He would put her back together again as many times as it took. Right now all Frost had to do was stand here and let Izu be worked into a frenzy.

"Alright then, stay there, in fact, why don't you stay in here forever," Izu snapped. Her hands lashing out to grab the other girls collar. Her words were full of anger as she said, "I don't need you! I hate you!"

It hurt so much that Frost couldn't breathe. Her mind stopped working as she stood there her eyes blank. Repeating Izu's words over and over in her head she felt like she was falling her body numb, staring into Izu's blazing eyes she reached up gently and pulled the other girl's hands away from her collar.

"If that's what you want," she said softly. For just an instant Izu's eyes widened before Frost turned away from her and vanished into the trees.

Aizawa had a pretty good idea of what happened to his sort of favorite student, but Mic's constant worrying was annoying. Which was why he'd kicked the other male out of the nurse's office along with Recovery Girl. He had no doubt however that her fainting would be on the front page of every news article in less than a day. He really hated seeing his student so vulnerable, he hated even more that Nezu had ordered them to attend that boy's funeral.

Grumpily sitting in the chair beside her bed and hoping that Recovery Girl didn't force him into one of the beds beside it he frowned a little when he looked to the left. Almost the entire class was sitting in a huddle at the foot of her bed. After the USJ incident, they hadn't spent more than a day without someone with them. It wasn't like he stalked his class, but he was pretty sure they all went over to Momo's for a joint sleepover last night. Even Bakugou who was leaning against the wall seemed more relaxed when the others were in sight. He knew that after today none of them would allow Izuku out of their sight so another sleepover was probably going to happen. Seeing Todoroki twitch from his place beside Asui as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear, Aizawa frowned slightly. It wasn't a twitch of discomfort but of pain and he didn't see the boy get hurt at the USJ.

Mineta's death was a failure for him personally, even if he had been beaten and almost dead, the media were painting him as incompetent. At this point, he wanted to throw every reporter in a room with the captured nomu and watch them scream but sadly that idea had already been vetoed. Tearing his eyes away from his softly whispering students to the one laying in the bed he wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up.

Seeing her fingers twitch he watched her wake up slowly her green eyes opening. Before she could even try to sit up Katsuki was across the room. Standing at her bedside he forgot about everyone and pulled her into a hug.

"What happened," he whispered. Wrapping her arms around him she returned the gesture her eyes closing for a moment.

"Just an argument," she said her voice soft enough only he could hear her. Nodding against her shoulder he pulled away and allowed Uraraka to take his place. The brunet's body impacting Izu's roughly as she tackled the girl back down onto the bed.

Listening to the girl scold Izu for scaring them he turned away meeting Todoroki's eyes. The boy seemed confused about something but didn't ask as he stood slowly pain flashing in his eyes as he straightened. Katsuki felt his eyes narrow, Todoroki hadn't been injured at the USJ which meant he was hurt afterward. Keeping his suspicion to himself he looked over at Momo as she patted his shoulder.

"Now that she's awake we can all head back to my house," she said brightly.

By house she meant mansion and he nodded slowly. Watching Recovery Girl shoo the others away from Izu he went to call his Aunt and let her know about their plans. The only issue was that he didn't know why Izu would be arguing with Frost. They almost never argued, and just by looking in her eyes he could tell that something was seriously wrong.


Well, that was a thing. Sorry for taking so long to publish this chapter. What do you guys think of Frost and Izu's little argument?