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Aizawa escorted you back to your dorm room when you were well enough to be discharged. He hadn’t been teaching for the past few days as he was watching over you. Hizashi was covering his lessons, but also trying to get information about your attempt. Aizawa brushed him off, muttering slurs under his breath.
As you opened your door, the lights were off and the window was still open. Everything had remained the same as you left it that night. You looked around, hoping for that small changed, but there was nothing. Looking at your desk, you saw the envelopes and approached them. A little prick of pain struck you as you picked them up.
Your teacher hovered behind you, watching you place the cards into a box and onto the top shelf. He didn’t say anything.
“Do… Do you want me back in class tomorrow?” You turned gently on your heels, facing the man.
He scratched his neck as he sighed. “Only if you’re ready. Don’t push yourself.”
“Do they know?”
“No. I haven’t told them and neither has anyone else. It stays between you, me and Recovery Girl.” He forced a smile.
“I heard Mic asking one time…” you shuffled slightly, rubbing your arm.
“I haven’t told him. He’s does care, though.”
You hummed, turning around and walking towards the window. There was a slight drizzle, something you had learned to love. Closing the window, you smile gently. “Thank you, Aizawa.”
“You’re welcome.”
Something inside of you shifted, tears filling your eyes. Your teacher stepped closer, a rope pulling him to you. Looking up, through the water, you smile.
Walking towards him, his arms wrapped around your back, holding you tight. Quiet whispers and sobs filled the room. Aizawa gently rubbed your back, hoping to soothe you. The tears didn’t want to stop as you wiped them on your sleeve. You held on tight, not wanting to let go. Not wanting it to end.
It was something you needed. It was long overdue. The one hold that pulled you back up from the hole you had once fell down.
As you quietened down, sniffing gently, you pull away from your teacher. A sudden blush
appeared on your cheeks as you realised how awkward it must’ve been.
“Don’t worry. Don’t worry about anything.” Aizawa places a hand on your shoulder. “You can always talk to me.”
“I know… thank you.”
Before Aizawa left you, he spoke to you about some of the work that you had missed, explaining some of the subjects you didn’t understand. He had written some of it down for you to complete in your own time, knowing that you were still recovering.
He left you alone in your room after that. The weight that you had on your shoulders was easing. Although, you can't forget that he saved you. That will always stay with you until the day you do die.
He saved you.