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Another D. It was third this week. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you ran out of the classroom. You could hear your teacher calling your name, yet you didn’t stop until you reached the dorms. Running up the stairs, you stumbled a few times until you reached your room. As the door shut, your body fell on the bed. Negative thoughts filled your head and made you cry even harder.
Why am I never enough? Why is it so hard? Why can’t I do it anymore? Why can’t I be as good as-…
Knocking on wood interrupted the train of your thoughts. The door slightly opened and you heard the deep voice of your teacher.
“May I come in?”
You wiped the tears away and stood up: “Yes.”
Aizawa-sensei walked in and closed the door. For a while you were just standing there looking at each other, when suddenly he made a step closer and pulled you into a hug.
“It’ll be fine.”
Your body gave up and you started crying on his shoulder. He patted your back and let you cling onto him for support.
“Why am I not good enough?” the question slipped from your lips and his body tensed, pulling away from you.
“Why do you think that?” But before you could even answer, he continued: “I noticed you’ve been distancing yourself from everyone. I know you’re struggling with school, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t enough.”
Your teacher helped you sit down on the bed and took some napkins from the table, offering them to you. He sat next to you.
“I know it’s hard to not fulfill others’ expectations, but you should put yourself first. In the end, it’ll only hurt you.”
“But my parents will be upset if I don’t excel and-…”
“Your parents aren’t you. They are not here, you are the one who got into UA. And I don’t see you struggle with trainings, doesn’t thank mean anything?”
He raised his brow and got up: “If you need help, you can ask your teachers for tutoring. Bakugou and Yaoyorozu are tutoring some of your classmates, you could ask them if that would make you feel less anxious.”
You stayed quiet, thinking about your question. Aizawa reached for the doorknob, when he heard your voice.
“Would you, please, tutor me, Aizawa-sensei?”
You didn’t want Bakugou to yell at you for not understanding, Yaoyorozu and you weren’t really close and you don’t really talk with other teachers. You aren’t like Midoriya who can easily talk to All Might. So your last resort is your homeroom teacher. You look up to him, he is kinda like your second dad.
“Wash your face and try to calm down, I’ll see you in the class.”
He didn’t know that you noticed the smile forming on his face.
“Yes, sensei!”
Bonus:
You were sitting at the first desk with Aizawa in front of you. He already helped you with history, explaining it in simple words. Now you were left with math.
“Are you sure this is correct?” you asked when the answer didn’t look good.
Aizawa huffed, taking the paper: “I think so, this is how I would do it.”
There was a silence between you, a soft laughter escaped your lips.
“Don’t laugh, you aren’t better,” he frowned, standing from his chair.
You followed him, scared of what was going to happen.
“I don’t like saying this, but we have to ask Ectoplasm.”