It's a relatively quiet night, which Aizawa takes to mean that his students are either studying or plotting something. If it's the former, he feels a twist of satisfaction at having such diligent students, if it's the latter, well, he didn't expect much else out of them so he can't quiet be disappointed.
He is having a rare moment where he can actually read a book without tests to mark or Hizashi excitedly chattering about his day (which Aizawa typically likes, but there are moments where he just wants to read in peace, please) and Aizawa has gotten halfway through when someone bursts into his room and yells, "Aizawa-sensei!"
Of course, it's the problem child.
Midoriya looks wide eyed and panicked as he makes vague arm gestures and shouts, "Uraraka passed out!"
Passed out? Aizawa stands up, alarmed, and moves, "Take me to her."
Midoriya must take this as an ASAP type situation so he begins jogging back. Typically, Aizawa would complain, but a student passing out seems serious.
"Did you call Recovery Girl?" Aizawa demands.
"Iida-kun went to get her," Midoriya leads Aizawa to the living area of the dorms, where Uraraka is flopped onto the couch, crowded by the vast majority of class 1-A. "She was talking to us and then suddenly she just told us to get you and a trash bin and then she... just... keeled over and threw up."
"Just like that?" Aizawa kneels down, concerned, "But she was conscious to call for me?"
Tsuyu is leaning on the back of the couch and she ribbits, "Don't worry about it, sensei. It's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal?" Aizawa wouldn't take Tsuyu to be the type to say that, "What happened?" He leans down, "Uraraka, do you know anything that might have caused this?"
"Period," Uraraka groans.
Oh.
Oh.
Of course.
Midoriya still looked extremely concerned, "Is she going to be okay?"
"Uraraka, is this normal?" Aizawa asked, leaning over.
Uraraka nodded, face sheet white, "Normal," she croaked.
Okay.
"Midoriya, help lift her onto my back," Aizawa leaned over, "We should get her up to her own bed. Momo, can you make a hot water pack? Bakugou, heat up some ginger tea, we should have some frozen chopped ginger in the freezer."
The students moved quickly, concern for Uraraka a good motivator.
"Thank you," Uraraka murmured into the crook of Aizawa's neck, eyes closed and chest heaving. Each word seemed to take a lot of effort.
"Don't talk, just rest," Aizawa tried to remember the right procedure for it, "Midoriya, can you show me where Uraraka's room is?"
They made their way quickly, Uraraka occasionally sobbing into Aizawa's shoulder, and Aizawa felt a sharp, distinct gratefulness that he was born male each time.
When they arrive at Uraraka's bedroom, Midoriya moves aside the blanket and puts it over Uraraka after Aizawa sets her down. Uraraka immediately curls up, burying her face in the pillow, and Aizawa pats Midoriya's arm. "I'll go check on Bakugou and the tea and..."
"N-no..." Uraraka shoots out her hand and grabs Aizawa's hand, though her grip is weak and her arm flops as though she used all her energy just to do that, "Stay."
Aizawa glances at Midoriya, who nods back. "I'll go check on the tea, then, sensei," Midoriya says. He leans forward to pat Uraraka on the shoulder and then he leaves.
At loss for what to do, Aizawa begins to run his fingers through Uraraka's hair, the dim memories of advice for how to take care of sick kids from Hizashi coming to mind. Uraraka leans into his touch as much as she can with her sapped energy, eyes closed and breathing pained. In a few minutes, Aizawa comes to the uncomfortable realization that Uraraka's started crying from the pain, and he tries to stay still.
"Is there any way that I can help, Uraraka?" He asks quietly, fingers still carding through her hair.
Uraraka shakes her head, leaving Aizawa with a sense of hopelessness.
Momo arrives soon, thankfully, and the heating pad seems to help Uraraka. Bakugou comes with the ginger tea, which Aizawa has to prop Uraraka up for to help her take a few sips before her weight becomes too heavy and she goes back to a lying down position. Aizawa tries to ignore it when he notices that Uraraka's arms are shaking as she holds the cup of tea.
"Is round face going to be okay?" Bakugou demands, voice soft, and Aizawa can't even properly appreciate that Bakugou is being thoughtful for once.
"She'll be fine," Aizawa reassures Bakugou. (He hopes that she will be. This came with her period, right? Then it should be gone soon... unless she's like this for the rest of the week. If that's the case, Aizawa would be... slightly horrified.)
Uraraka, thankfully (or perhaps worryingly) falls asleep soon, and when Recovery Girl arrives, she just shakes her head and clicks her tongue.
"It's just a period, Aizawa," she says, "No cause for alarm."
"She passed out from the pain," Aizawa whispers as he closes the door to Uraraka's bedroom, "That's not normal, right?"
Recovery Girl shrugs, "Every girl is different. You can talk to her about it once she wakes up."
Aizawa's eyes flicker to the door and he sighs, "Is there anything I can do to make her feel more comfortable?"
"You've already done a good job," Recovery Girl smiles and pats his shoulder, "You're a good teacher."
It doesn't feel as good as it probably should, being told that, when one of his students is sick and passed out in the bedroom.
"Oh, that?" Uraraka laughs. She's still tired and pale, but she seems far better than she had been last night, "Yeah, that's normal. On the first day of every period that I get, I always get cramps until I throw up and pass out from the pain. It's kind of annoying, since sometimes it makes me miss class, but it's only once a month!"
"Do you mind listing the symptoms?" Aizawa asks as he watches Uraraka sip her ginger tea.
"Uh, sure," Uraraka blinks, "It starts with sort of small cramps and headaches, then around two hours in, I feel like someone's carving out a labyrinth in my gut with a knife."
Aizawa pales, "That's very descriptive," he says.
Uraraka smiles at him, "Sorry, sensei, maybe a little dramatic. I've never actually had someone carve anything into my stomach, so I wouldn't know what that feels like. Then I get really dizzy and my head gets foggy, and my limbs lose all energy so they sort of flop over. Then my whole body feels heavy, I throw up, and I'm in pain until I pass out. Not a big deal, really."
"Have you seen a doctor about it?" Aizawa demands, "U.A. has good doctors, we can..."
"I have," Uraraka cuts him off. She smiles, "The first time it happened, actually, my mom called 119. The doctors all said that it's normal, and I should grow out of it once my hormones stop fluctuating."
Aizawa gnaws on his lower lip, "Do all the girls experience this kind of pain on their periods?" He asks. He doesn't think he can do this for every female student, every month. Just the thought drains him.
"No, I'm a bit of an extreme case," Uraraka sighs, "Jirou-chan is lucky. She says that she doesn't even feel anything! She once ran a marathon on her period, you know. I'm totally jealous."
"So it's just you," Aizawa sighs, relieved.
"Yeah," Uraraka offers Aizawa a soft smile, "Thank you for helping me, sensei."
"I'm sorry I couldn't do more."
"You being with me was more than enough," Uraraka reassures him, "Sorry for taking up your time."
"It's fine," Aizawa shakes his head, "I'm glad that you called for me."
Uraraka smiles at him, "Thanks, sensei."
Aizawa smiles back and wonders when he became so attached to these kids.