Summary:

Someone is missing. Uraraka has a moment of PTSD. Bakugo knows more than people think. Aizawa has an announcement.

Notes:

Might be a slight trigger in here... Wrongfully being accused of something and ptsd flashback...

Shota had come to expect a lot from his class, but this was not something he was prepared for. He opened the door to the dorms early the next morning, only to cover his nose at the smell of burnt sugar and cinnamon. He heard movement in the kitchen so that is where he headed first. He found Sato sitting at the table with his head in his hands while Hagakure stood next to him, speaking to him in a soothing manner, Ojiro mopping the floor behind them.

"Sorry about the smell, Sensei. I think some of the cinnamon from last night got into the air ducts." Ojiro informed as Sato let out a groan of disappointment.

"Sato was planning on baking today, and, well… all the cinnamon is gone." Hagakure chirped as she sat down next to him.

"I'll make sure it gets replaced, I'm sure Lunchrush would be happy to let you use some until it gets replaced. Hagakure, could you let everyone know I need to speak with them." Shota watched as she took out her phone and sighed as he made his way to the common space, stopping when he saw a new stack of pictures in front of the wall. In just a few short weeks they will be starting their third year, and he made the choice to be their teacher once again.

He knew it was unlike him to teach the same class all three years, but there was so much raw potential in this class, and he made a promise to himself to make them the best. It didn't help that all the other teachers were scared of this class.

When he got to the common space he stopped dead in his tracks. His nose twitched at the lingering smell of burnt sugar, and the very faint smell of cinnamon. He took in the scene before him and let out a deep groan. It looked as if every pillow had been destroyed, the stuffing strewn across the space, he even spotted a few burns on the couches. Two of the couches currently occupied by a sleeping Bakugo and Uraraka. Behind the coffee table on its side he could see a pair of entwined legs sticking out. As he made his way over he heard sleepy groans as the teens around him started to wake up, as if they could sense his rising anger at the mess around him.

Shota made eye contact with sleepy red eyes, and Bakugo was wise and kept quiet as he sat up and those around him woke up. He cleared his throat and Midoriya shot up from his place on Todoroki's chest, the other boy letting out a groan as he sat up. Uraraka let out a groan as well as she turned in her sleep; unfortunately she was on the couch, not her bed, and landed on the floor with an undignified squeak.

"I'm not going to ask for an explanation, but this room better be spotless before noon." His phone went off, Vlad's ringtone, and the lecture he was planning on giving them was put on hold as he went to the corner of the room.

"Kan," Shota's answer was a bit harsh due to his irritation this early as he leaned against the wall.

"Aizawa, we have a situation." Vlad's voice was eerily calm, which made him stand up straight.

"Where are you?"

"Class B's dorms. Neito Monoma is missing. Has been since yesterday evening." Shota's breath stopped, and he felt eyes on him.

"Shit, I'll be there soon, let me deal with my class." He was about to hang up when Vlad said something interesting.

"He had an… encounter… with a few of your students yesterday."

"Which ones?" His eyes narrowed on the four students in the room with him.

"Ochaco Uraraka and Izuku Midoriya." Why was he not surprised.

"I will speak with them, then I'll come find you." With a sigh Shota hung up and put his phone into his pocket as he made his way to the small control panel by the front door. He put in his code and activated an alarm he wished he never had to use. It sounded similar to the fire alarm, but with the added effect of all the doors and windows closing and locking, large metal grates covering the large windows on the first floor. As the grates closed there was the sound of voices and slamming doors as the rest of the class made their way downstairs, their voices going silent as they saw Shota standing there.

"Listen up, I'm only going to say this once! The dorm is on lockdown until further notice!" There was the expected chorus of questions, and he flared up his quirk to quiet them. "Neito Monoma from class B has been missing since yesterday evening." He saw Midoriya and Uraraka fidget in the corner of his eye. "Have any of you seen him recently?" There was an uncomfortable moment of silence, broken by his sigh. "Midoriya, Uraraka, you two come with me. The rest of you will stay here and plan."

"Plan what Aizawa-sensei," Yaoyorozu asked as she stepped towards the front of the group.

"Nezu has allowed a family day for next week."

Ochaco's stomach dropped through the floor as she stood in the security room, watching the footage from last night with Midoriya, Aizawa, and Vlad King. Watched as a familiar set of clothing floated over the wall surrounding UA.

"This is the last time he's caught on camera?" Aizawa asked and Vlad nodded. "Do either of you know how he would have gotten something of yours, Uraraka?"

"You think Iwillinglygave him something of mine?" She crossed her arms, trying to calm her nerves. From beside her she heard Midoriya's muttering, something about Monoma's quirk evolving so he can use more than one quirk at a time.

"No, not willingly." He let out a heavy sigh before continuing. "He is clearly floating over the wall, and you are the only one with a registered quirk able to do that, we all know he is unable to copy Midoriya's."

"Ever since last year I've been careful Aizawa-sensei. If anyone knows how much trouble can be caused by leaving something behind, it would be me." Ochaco crossed her arms, trying to hide the fact that her hands had begun to shake. Her mind flashed to those two weeks, to the dark closet, Toga's smile on her own face as the door was closed on her. The sounds of the fire alarms… She flinched as a set of hands rested on her shoulders, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Uraraka, you are not to blame, then or now. I'm sorry for making you think that." She looked into Aizawa's eyes, and knew he knew where her mind just went. "Kan, I'm going escort these two back to the dorms, I'll meet you after I get done there." He got a grunt in response, and they walked back to the dorms in silence.

Ochaco doesn't remember much after Aizawa left. As the class worked on plans to decorate, food, and activities, she went to shower. To wash away the feeling of duct tape on her wrists and ankles. The smell of sweat and her own filth. The feeling of the silent tears that had run down her face constantly. She had turned the shower onto its highest setting and stood underneath it to drown out all the noise, in her mind and around her. The sound of fire alarms that haunt her, the sounds of her classmates around her, unaware of her situation.

Katsuki was waiting in the kitchen when Aizawa, Deku, and Pink Cheeks came back. Aizawa and Deku looked as normal as could be given the circumstances, Pink Cheeks looked empty. As Aizawa left he kept his attention on her, something was wrong. She didn't stay to help plan the activities, claiming she needed to shower.

Two hours passed and Katsuki didn't see Uraraka once. Then it clicked.

Her eyes looked like his whenever he looked in the mirror, right after Kamino Ward.

Katsuki asked around, no one had seen her since she went to shower. He made a few stops, traded a few favors with the girls, and found himself standing in front of the girls' bathroom. As he opened the door he was hit with a wall of steam. He reached over and turned on the exhaust fan

As quietly as he could he made his way inside, sat on one of the benches along the wall, and waited. The fan hummed above him, trying to get rid of all the steam that had built up over the last few hours. The only other sound was the shower running. The first fifteen minutes went by quickly, the next fifteen minutes he spent observing his surroundings. The layout was identical to the boys room, but more mirrors and better lighting.

After forty-five minutes and not a sound from Uraraka he became worried and peeked into the showers. What he saw made him wish he looked sooner. He went to the bench where he had placed his things, grabbed the massive fluffy towel he had Ponytail make for him, and cautiously approached Uraraka.

The closer Katsuki got the more he noticed and he slowly turned the water to cold. Her skin was bright red down her back, scalded and possibly burned from being under the hot water for so long. The dorms had water heaters that were bigger and ran hotter than regular ones. They were told to be cautious their first year for that exact reason. Her wrists and ankles were scrubbed raw, he could see pin pricks of blood being washed away by the water. Not all the water was making it to the drain, the water that ran down her finger tips became suspended in the air around her. She was surrounded by a galaxy of water droplets.

Around five minutes passed and he shut the water off, and when she didn't respond he cautiously wrapped her in the towel, when he got no reaction to his actions he turned her around to see her face. It was void of emotion, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he picked her up, trying not to rub the towel against her scalded skin. The different options ran through his mind. Option one, he could attempt to walk with her across campus to see Recovery Girl, but all the students had been warned she would only treating emergencies, such as broken bones, with school not in session. Option two, he could bring her up to his room and treat her with the medical supplies he had on hand.

Katsuki went with option two, and thankfully the halls were free of their classmates. He carefully set her facedown on his bed and went to his bathroom to gather his kit and clean his hands. Sitting on the bed next to her he carefully removed the towel, exposing her back to the cool air of the room.

Uraraka was lucky, only one spot looked serious and there was minor swelling around it, most of it could be easily treated with what he had on hand. He got to work treating her back, trying not to think about what could cause her to react like this.

As he put the last bandage in place she let out a whimper, and he found himself moving her hair out of her face. She was awake and alert.

"Hey Cheeks," he whispered as he moved his first aid kit onto his nightstand.

"Where am I?" Her voice was raspy so went to get her a glass of water and some pain killers. When he came back she had sat up and had his blanket clutched to her chest.

"Why am I in your room Bakugo?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper as he handed her the glass. He waited until she had taken the pills and drank all the water before he answered her.

"I don't know what happened when you left this morning but you decided to go catatonic and take a three hour shower. Because you decided to take a scalding hot shower you ended up with first degree burns on your back, possibly even a second degree one where the water was hitting you." Katsuki sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "You're in my room because I was the only one who noticed you hadn't come out of the showers. And Recovery Girl would kill us both if I brought you to her."

"Oh," he looked over to see a single tear fall from her eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as he settled onto the bed next to her, she shook her head as she laid down onto her side, wrapping around his leg. "You, of all people, shouldn't feel guilty over this. You had nothing to do with him sneaking out. Don't let this break you."

"He usedmy quirk, Bakugo." Uraraka's words were muffled as she buried her face into his thigh. "I saw the damned video. He used Hagakure's and my own quirk, went invisible and floated over the damn wall." He felt her sobs and rested a hand on her head, trying to comfort her. "I know how he got them too, but when Aizawa and Vlad both thought I gave him something to use I froze. All I could think of is they, as the ones who found me, should know better. That I would never leave something behind that could be used against us."

"What was it?"

"It was a damned hair tie, he must have slipped it off my wrist without me noticing. I didn't notice it was missing until I was in the gym."

"You shouldn't feel guilty over that."

"What do you know about feeling guilty?" Her tone was harsh, and he knew she was lashing out only because she was in pain, emotionally and physically. She must have felt his fingers freeze in her hair.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know you feel guilt over All Might."

"I wasn't thinking of All Might," he sighed as his free hand formed a fist. He tilted his head back and let out a long sigh, it was going to come out eventually. "How much has Deku told you about his life before UA?"

"Not much, just that he was bullied a lot. I guess it was because he was quirkless back then." She muttered into his thigh again as her arms wrapped tighter around his leg.

"I was his childhood bully,and I still feel guilty every day about what I did." He felt her stiffen at his words, but he kept going.

Katsuki was five, and it was the Christmas after he got his quirk. It was late, he knew he should be in bed, but he wanted juice. If he was quiet maybe he could get it himself. He was almost to the kitchen when he heard voices. Auntie Inko and his mom.

Auntie sounded like she was crying.

"Mitsuki, the tests were," there was a word he didn't know, but if it made Auntie cry it must not be good.

"What does that even mean?" He heard glasses clink, mom must be having her adult juice. "Either he does or doesn't have one."

"The scans showed a joint in one toe but not the other, Mitsuki. What am I supposed to tell my baby?"

"Whatever hurts the least."

"Mitsuki?"

"Think of it like this; which option would hurt him the least. Telling him he has a quirk only for it to never come, or telling him he doesn't have one only for it to develop late and say he was just a late bloomer."

Izuku might not have a quirk? But everyone has a quirk, the only quirkless people are old people. Maybe Izuku just needed to be shown how to use a quirk and his would develop.

It was a few weeks before Katsuki saw Izuku at school again, his foot in a plaster cast. He was excited as he told the story of how it happened. He was out shopping with Auntie Inko before his doctor's appointment when they were caught in a villain attack. The ceiling had fallen on them, part of it crushing his foot. He had emergency surgery on it.

The weeks with Izuku in the cast Katsuki spent his time showing him different quirks in books. Showing him his own quirk, how he had gotten better at making his palms spark.

The day Izuku got the cast off was the first day Katsuki ever used his quirk on him, even though it was an accident. After that part of him thought if he had quirks used on him, maybe his would develop.

A few months later, as they started a new school year, Katsuki called Izuku auseless Dekufor the first time.

Katsuki sat there, telling Uraraka everything about the bullying, except the conversation he overheard. He felt a weight, a tightness, lift from his chest. He looked down only to see her passed out wrapped around his leg.

"He forgives you." The voice came from his open balcony door, from Kirishima standing there. They hopped over the balconies all the time to get into each other's rooms.

"Eijiro?" His eyes narrowed. "How much did you hear?"

"I already knew. I asked Midoriya about the two of you last year. He was honest with me." The red head shrugged and sat on the end of the bed. "How is she?"

"She's asleep." He looked down at Uraraka. At the bandages covering a third of her back, and the places not covered were red and swollen.

"That's good to hear, we were getting worried. Do you need anything?"

"I need to stretch my legs, and more burn cream. I'm out and she's going to want some later."

"I can get you the cream but can't help you with stretching." Katsuki raised a brow at his boyfriend.

"I was asking you to sit with her, Shitty Hair." He smirked at the shock on his face.

"B-but she's naked. Like, fully naked, and in your bed Kats."

"She's about as attractive as a pillow to me."

"I don't know Kats," Kirishima rubbed at his neck, a light blush creeping into his face, along with a smirk. "I've heard how you moan into a pillow sometimes."

The smirk he gave in return promised trouble for Kirishima. "How about you sit with her before I wake her up because I sent you through a wall?"

"Not very manly Kats," he pouted as he got up, but he didn't leave. So Katsuki carefully unwrapped Uraraka's grip from his leg, and Kirishima took his place. Before he left he gave the red head a soft kiss, his way of thanking him for helping his friend when she was in pain. He looked down at her with a soft smile, and with an even softer hand he brushed her hair out of her face.

"I won't be gone long, call if she wakes up."

The walk to Recovery Girl's office was quiet, and Katsuki was sitting in a chair outside her office, mentally preparing himself for explaining why he needed more burn cream. He knew Uraraka was going to hate him for telling the teachers about her episode today. But she wouldn't get the help she truly needed if he kept quiet.

He was brought out of his thoughts at the sound of footsteps and voices. Of Aizawa-sensei, Vlad King, and Recovery Girl. Behind them the reason he's even here. Monoma.

Pale, hair messy, dark bags under his eyes that could rival Gen Ed's, and wearing obviously borrowed clothes. Just looking at him had a few sparks coming out of his palms.

"Bakugo?" Aizawa's tired voice kept him from doing something that would no doubt get him in trouble. "Why are you here?"

"I see they found you." Katsuki practically growled as he ignored the adults around him. Even sitting he managed to give off a menacing aura. An aura that Monoma must have noticed, because as soon as he heard him he stood behind Vlad. "So nice to see you unharmed. Wish I could say the same about the person whose quirk you copied. Tell me, do you ever think of anyone but yourself?"

"What is the meaning of this Bakugo?" Aizawa's voice was harsh, obviously not in the mood for any more trouble. They locked eyes.

"Uraraka, the girl whose quirk youborrowed,is currently in my dorm room with first and possibly second degree burns on at least a third of her back. Because she blames herself for you running off and going missing for eighteen hours." Katsuki's palms were smoking from him trying to suppress his quirk. "I'm here because I used up my supply of burn cream on her while she was unconscious." He looked over to where Monoma was trying to shrink behind Vlad. "Normally you're nothing but talk, so much shit talk about my class that you even have the nerve to talk shit about some of the nicest people in the school. Now you're quiet!" The last statement was accompanied by him standing up with sparks forcing their way out of his palms.

"Enough!" Aizawa's words were accompanied by a flash of his quirk. "Bakugo, with me. Vlad, please accompany Monoma into Recovery Girl's office. Recovery Girl, please get Bakugo some replacement supplies and then go check on Uraraka once you're done with Monoma." Katsuki was about to talk back, but a warning glare from Aizawa stopped him. He quietly followed him into an Aizawa's office, he moved it at the beginning of the year so it would be closer to Recovery Girl's office since that is where his student spent most of their time. Easier to share information between them, and a lot quieter.

"What the hell," he muttered when Aizawa closed the door behind them.

"Don't speak, not right now." His words were tense, like he was handling a live bomb. "I'm only telling you this because you have been in a similar position, and because I can trust you to keep silent. On the record, the events of today are as follows. Neito Monoma of class 2B decided to use his quirk and get off campus. He then decided to see how long he could stay off campus, as a prank. He lost his phone and was unable to contact anyone at campus, forcing us to act and bring him back."

Katsuki crossed his arms as he leaned against the desk. "Off the record?"

"Neito Monoma… disagreed with the safety measures put in place, used his quirk to get off campus, and not even an hour later was kidnapped by some of the newest members of the Meta Liberation Army."

"Newest members? From the jailbreak a few weeks ago?"

"Stain and one you might be familiar with, the same sludge villain that held you captive in junior high." Katsuki felt a chill go down his spine at the memory of the villain in question. "Stain kept him paralyzed with his quirk while Sludge, as he called himself, was there for intimidation. The fact that he got picked up so quickly means that the school is still being watched."

"And what will happen to Shit Talker?" He felt the tiniest bit of sympathy for him, he knew all too well what it felt like after an encounter with Sludge.

"Mandatory therapy, for both his need to break the safety measures and for the trauma of this incident. Finding a therapist that would even be willing to come on campus will make me need therapy." Katsuki almost laughed at the last statement, but he was sure if he did Aizawa would give him some form of punishment. Instead he decided to help; he dug out his wallet, and pulled out a worn out business card, the back was covered in separate phone numbers, some scratched out.

"Here," he handed his teacher the card and received a raised brow questioning his actions. "Its my therapist's card, if she can work with me for over a year she can work with anyone."

"Why her?"

"Tch, because she's the best, obviously." Even he heard the lie in his own voice.

"Bakugo," the sigh that left Aizawa made him pause.

"Because she was thinking of opening her own practice, and the school needs a better therapist than Hound Dog. If the school hires her then others can get help without worrying about money." He thought of Uraraka, how she needed help but couldn't afford it. "She's local and good with kids."

"Thank you, Bakugo." For a moment Katsuki thought he saw Aizawa actually relax for a moment. "You can go now, I'm sure Recovery Girl is waiting for you."

"What, are we starting a buddy system now?" His cocky attitude was back, causing Aizawa to glare. "Fine, I'm going." He walked out of the room he closed the door with a soft click, and not knowing why he lingered for a moment, waiting for Recovery Girl to come out of her office. He heard faintly, through the door, the sound of metal drawers opening and closing, then Aizawa voice. "Hello, this is Shota Aizawa. I would like to make an appointment for Ochaco Uraraka."

There were a lot of pictures going up in the week that followed, as they all prepared for family day. Uraraka and Midoriya floating as they hung the decorations Yaoyorozu and several of their classmates had made outside. Hagakure, Ashido, and even Todoroki were covered in multicolored glitter as they were making decorations, Todoroki had accidently knocked over the jar and had tried to clean it up with his hands. The girls had laughed and someone had caught the moment that, with a smirk, he dumped the rest of the jar on them. Tokoyami, Shoji, Ojiro, and Sero were posing in front of the mountain of paper cranes they had made to string up inside and outside the dorms.

One of Bakugo standing at the edge of the kitchen, threatening Ashido, Sero, and Kamanari with a knife, while Sato was in the kitchen behind him pulling baked goods out of the oven. Shinso was off to the side, pouring batter into another pan to go into the oven next. Tsuyu, Ojiro, and Koda were caught late at night, when everyone else had gone to bed, prepping fruit and vegetable trays for the next day. Aoyama was posing in front of a massive cheese platter.

Jiro, Kamanari, and Tokoyami were found practicing on their guitars in the common space, Jiro and Tokoyami caught mid laugh at something the blond said.

Then came the one that was hard to look at, but everyone involved knew it had to go up. Only the ones involved knew who took the picture, knew the meaning behind it. The room was dim, the only light coming from the open curtains, the picture was taken from behind. Bakugo was sitting on the edge of his very crowded bed, Uraraka's head in his lap as she stayed on her side, her back on full display for the camera. Recovery Girl was sitting in the desk chair as Aizawa crouched down and got on Uraraka's level as he talked with her. A reassuring hand on her arm as he told her about her appointment with a therapist, an appointment that he paid for.

Notes:

Sorry for the wait, I promise I'll try to update more often. Life happens. If you enjoyed it leave a like or comment!