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Chapter 3: Chapter 2- He is (un)happpy

Notes:

I swear he’ll get better.
It’s just the worst things happen first.

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Iida heard the thud against the door and the quiet sobs behind it. He wished he could help, even it was a small smile it would’ve been progress!

‘Unfortunately, you can’t just fight and win against you mental health like you can any villain you come across, of course you would have to have permission first if you do want to hero involved...’ He shakes his head. ‘Stop thinking.’

He went ahead to find Uraraka.

He put a hand on her shoulder. “Do you think we should tell Mr Aizawa?”

A thoughtful look came across her face.

“You’re the class president Iida! Do what you think is right” she said before continuing to her room

With that Iida left to find Mr Aizawa.

Aizawa was grading papers in his office. He started of with Ashido and of which, did surprisingly well with depending her average grade was a C, but this time she got a B+. His only concern was Midoryia’s who’s grades were mainly A’s with a few B’s here and there. This time though, he received a C+, which was concerning.

Pushing that to the back of his mind he grabbed Kirishima’s paper.

Just as he was about to look at the first question he a heard a knock at the door.

“Come in”. He said irritated.

Iida walked in.

“Sir” he bowed. “I would like to express my concerns for Midoriya.”

Aizawa looked at him property, he could see Iida’s normally tame hair had a few strands poking out, whilst his eyebrows looked furrowed.

“Go ahead.” He said patiently.

“Well, as you’ve seen Midoriya is normally more happy and expresses feeling a lot more but, lately he seems to have been having more of a smile and even it’s petty to notice, his eyes look more dull. Kind of like when he arrived after the first day of his work study.” Iida replied with a chopping hands motion.

“Thank you Iida, I’ll take it into consideration to speak to him. Now, may you let me mark these papers?”

With a bow Iida left the room.

Aizawa rubbed his temples and sighed.

“Problem child, what the hell is going on with you?”

Notes:

Hey, sorry about how shitty this is. I’m really not good at writing, grammar and etc. This is also my first fic (woop woop) so yeah! Enjoy it (please)!