Chapter Text
Izuku Midoriya was not having a good day. Sure, there were good parts, but overall it was a shitty day. He had helped Tsu and Ochako play matchmaker for Kirishima and Bakugou, but overall it was a bad day. After leaving Tsu and Ochako, he decided to go to his room to change before seeing Shouto. He groggily trudged to his door, opening it and walking in. As soon as the door opened, he knew something was off. His mind flared with red flags as he heard a snap of string as he opened the door, but before he could react, the dark room was illuminated by explosions. Izuku fell to the ground, crawling away, before another explosion behind him, and that’s all it took.
“Oi Deku, move out of the way!” Kacchan’s hands popped with explosions. He was scared. He was so scared. He was thirteen again, in the playground. He knew what this memory was. Why did his brain pick this one to replay? The boy behind him was crying, and he didn’t even know why he stepped in. The boy bullied him, while not to the same degree, he still hurt him. Yet Izuku stood between him and Kacchan.
“N-No, I w-won’t! H-H-He d-didn’t d-do anything!” Izuku stuttered out against his will. Why was he doing this? It was just gonna end in pain.
“Deku, I’m gonna give you one last chance. Move out of the way.” Kacchan said, his voice dripping with guilt mixed with anger.
“Why are you giving him a chance? She’s worthless.” The boy with the wings said. Izuku backed up slightly, still in a defensive position. Kacchan sighed as Izuku stiffened his fighting stance.
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“Fine Deku, you asked for this.” Kacchan said, oddly calm despite his rage filled face. Izuku’s eyes were filled with smoke, and he could feel burns on his chest and shoulders. He felt his wrist break as he fell to the ground, and the boy with the fingers started to suspend him in midair. He could barely feel anything, but he knew it felt wrong. He hated how it felt, the fingers against his skin, how real they felt against his chest-
“Ow! Bakugou, what the hell?!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, fingers?! That’s too fucking far, prick!” Izuku was kneeling on the ground, and his shirt was partially up. His binder was halfway over his head, and he hurriedly tried to pull it down. What just happened, he thought. Did he just… Izuku held back the urge to throw up as Kacchan shoved the boy with the long fingers to the ground. “Burn in hell you sick fuck!”
A scream echoed out, and Izuku realized Kacchan had stomped on his… Izuku winced in sympathy as the boy puked from the pain. He may not have them, but he knew how much that had to hurt.
***
“Maybe that’ll teach you some self restraint, fuckface! Izuku, cmon.” Kacchan grabbed his uninjured wrist and pulled him away, careful to not hurt him any more. That was the first time in nine years Kacchan had been nice to him.
“-doriya? Midoriya!” Tsu’s calm voice echoed through his mind as his mind came back to the present.
Izuku ‘woke up’ from his PTSD episode in a bathroom stall, laying on the floor. His binder was undone. Mineta was iced to a wall with several burns on his face while shouting in protest, Shouto and Ochako were being restrained by Tsu, and Bakugou was staring in shock with Kirishima comforting him. Izuku decided to try and talk.
“W-Wh-What h-h-happened?” Izuku mumbled out. Shouto dropped his pissed off look and his face filled with sadness as he looked over to Izuku and knelt next to him.
“Izuku are you ok? Oh my god, ‘zuku, are you alright? I’m taking you to Aizawa right god damn now, can you walk? Are you ok?” Shouto said, barely taking a breath as he helped Izuku up.
“I- Sho, I’m fine… w-what happened though?”
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Shouto was mildly concerned. He hadn’t heard from Izuku in a bit, and he was supposed to meet him a few minutes ago in his room. Shouto decided to shove down his concern and look for the boy. Maybe he was just late. As he walked down to the second floor, he saw the bathroom door shut quickly. Maybe he went in there quickly and forgot to text me , he thought. As he walked past Izuku’s room, something caught his eye. He looked closer and saw a half ignited fire cracker, and his eyes went wide.
“What the fuck kind of prank is this…” Shouto mumbled out loud walking quickly towards the bathroom door. As he tried to open it, he saw a small purple ball jamming the door shut. “...fuck.”
**
Shouto tried a few more times to open it, then internally apologized to Aizawa and Momo when she had to inevitably remake the door. As he put his right hand on the door, freezing it, he blasted it with flames with his left, destroying the door. Mineta was looking at him, wide eyed and standing over Izuku. The latter had his shirt partially up, and his binder was undone and laying loosely on his chest. Within a second, Mineta screamed as Shouto froze him to a wall and bitch slapped him with a flaming hand.
“What the FUCK did you do to him you worthless sack of grape shit?!” Shouto yelled, his left side completely engulfed in flames and burning Mineta just from proximity. Suddenly, his right arm was tugged back and his left side extinguished from the jolt. Tsu was holding him back with her tongue and Uraraka was standing next to her.
“I heard you shouting Todoroki, what happened?” Tsu asked. Her eyes landed on Izuku, who had a wide eyed blank look in his eyes and his binder was undone. Ochako walked up slowly and fixed his shirt, before standing up and glaring at Mineta.
“Did this bastard-“
“He triggered Izuku’s PTSD to drag him away and tried to…” Shouto didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t want to. It would admit that it almost happened, and that he was powerless to stop it. Uraraka had a shocked look on her face, her mouth dropping open as her face contorted into rage.
***
“Tsu, you’re gonna have to stop me from killing this bastard right fucking now.”
“Oi, what the fuck is happening-“ Bakugou stopped abruptly, “What. The fuck. Happened here.”
“One second, Midoriya!” Tsu grabbed Uraraka with her tongue and held her close, grabbing Shouto as well. “Midoriya, are you there?” Izuku started to stir, and Shouto broke free and knelt down next to the stunned boy.
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“So that’s why Mineta has hypothermia and a second degree burn on his face?” Shouta Aizawa asked a trembling Midoriya and pissed off Todoroki.
“Yes.” Todoroki said.
“Do you regret your actions?”
“With all due respect sensei, I wish I gave him a third degree burn. He got off too easily. If he did what he did again, he wouldn’t be lucky enough to be here without being on a stretcher.” Todoroki said simply.
Shouta let out a sigh and stood up. “Good, if you did regret them then you’d be in trouble too for acting on your emotions without thinking. Now, are you ok, problem child?” He kneeled down next to Midoriya, who was still trembling.
“Y-Yeah, I-I’m just s-shaken up f-from th-the f-flashback, I-I should b-be fine, I’ve d-dealt w-with them b-before.” He stuttered out. Shouta sighed.
“Alright, we’re pressing charges against him for several charges of sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault, harassment, discrimination, and intentional emotional abuse. He’ll be expelled and probably put in juvenile detention, as well as have an officer watch him to make sure he doesn’t switch to villainy. Is that everything?”
“Can you really get him on just that?” Midoriya asked cautiously.
“Obviously, why?”
“C-Can you maybe help me s-sue someone else? It was from like, two years ago, but Kacchan probably remembers, and-“
“Kid, slow down,” Shouta interrupted. “Are you saying this has happened before?”
“A-At my m-middle school when I was th-thirteen, someone tried it, before Kacchan… stomped on his nuts. Speaking of which, you may want to-“ Midoriya was cut off by Mineta screaming in pain, and Shouta sighed. “Well, disregard the last part of that then I guess.” Midoriya chuckled awkwardly.
“Alright problem child, I’m gonna talk to Nedzu about this. He’ll be absolutely ecstatic that he gets to take down another quirkist middle school.”
“Ohhoho, you’re right about that Aizawa!” Midoriya and Todoroki looked up quickly, and Shouta followed their gaze to Nedzu, whose head was sticking out of a vent in the ceiling . “I am terribly sorry you had to go through that, Midoriya, and I’m sorry that I was eavesdropping on your conversation with Aizawa. I just needed to confirm some things. And you were correct Midoriya, Bakugou just shoved Mineta to the ground and jumped on him when he tried to touch Uraraka in the waiting room. Well, I must go collect blackmail. Feel free to see Hound Dog if you need it!” Nedzu crawled back into the vents and shut the grate, leaving the three in silence.
“Is that normal, Aizawa-sensei?” Todoroki asked with a blank expression on his face.
“That’s unfortunately completely normal.” Shouta said with a sigh. He needed a raise.
“Now that Mineta is expelled, can we have a welcome party for Shinsou?” Midoriya suggested quietly.
Shouta dropped his head on his desk with a groan, not even questioning how the boy knew his new classmate. He
really
needed a raise.