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Light poured into the commons through the semi-drawn curtains as class 1A slowly trickled into the room. Aizawa had called the class down for a ‘meeting’ as he phrased it; though he was now realizing his mistake as the students carefully made their way to the seating. Silence enveloped the room as Aizawa scanned his students, their shoulders tense, eyes flicking back and forth, light touches on each other's knees or shoulders - traumatized but still at 20.
“Class,” Aizawa took a breath, mentally preparing himself for the conversation. He loves his pseudo-children but they are also a handful from fights to questions. “No one is in trouble and nothing has happened. We need to have a quick chat and relay information,” with those words the atmosphere shifted, bated breaths and tense figures now turned into silent sighs and bodies leaning into each other - desperate for comfort.
In truth, none of the staff probably ever knew the amount of suffering the students have gone through from the first-ever attack at USJ there has always been something off about Aizawa’s kids. Maybe even before that, there was something wrong. Aizawa picked his words carefully - attempting to keep everyone from exploding into nerves, “I have decided that to help you all move forward I will be giving you my number.”
A slim phone with a white case decorated in tiny black cats was carefully dropped into Sero’s hands, the screen showing ‘New Contact’ in bold letters at the boy's face. Hesitantly Sero looked up with a question lying at the tip of his tongue, “Are you sure sensei? We wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“You kids could never intrude.” Aizawa crouched down, attempting to comfort his kids. “I am giving this to you for a reason, I believe it will help all of us. I worry about you all more than you know, and it has come to the mine - and the rest of the staff - attention that you all need help with the trauma of the attacks.”
For a moment the class seemed to freeze, anxiety spiking their nervous systems. Had they not hid it well enough? Did they still deserve to be heroes? While the obvious answer was yes, they still did deserve to become heroes these were traumatized teens with insecurities - it would take time to learn this was normal and okay.
Aoyama piped up, raising his hand a little before speaking, “Yes monsieur, but don’t you worry that we will end up bothering you? And what if this doesn’t help?”
“Good questions, but I have already talked to Hound Dog and he is opening up therapy services for everyone so there is still professional help. There’s also the fact that I trust all of you” - Aizawa looked at his class, glaring slightly to emphasize his point - “to not abuse the power of having my contact.”
With the light comfort provided and reassurances, it seemed like everything was beginning to settle, class 1A was now quietly chatting with one another as each student put their contact information into their teacher's phone. Once Shinsou finished typing in his number the phone was passed back to Aizawa, who quickly skimmed through to make sure everyone was there before pocketing the device.
Bidding farewell, Aizawa took off to the teacher's dormitory while flipping through to send a quick ‘it's your teacher’ text to each of his students. Little did the man know how quickly his life would be flipped upside down from this simple day.
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