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Taking a deep breath, izuku steeled his nerves and entered the school building, turning up the volume on his headphones. The Music, as loud and chaotic as it was, soothed his anxiety ridden mind as he walked on autopilot through the crowded halls.
As he grew closer to his destination, the feeling of dread in his gut grew as well, until it almost overwhelmed the music. He tuned the volume up a bit, blocking out the fear anxiety.
He was fine.
Standing in front of the large 1A door, his breathing picked up, but he forced himself to focus on the music, pushing the door open and taking his seat. His eyes flicked around, mapping out exits and potential dangers.
He immediately noticed when Aizawa entered the room, eyes locking onto the man to track his movements as he slouched to his desk. He began to take attendance, or at least that’s what Izuku thought he was doing, he couldn’t really hear him over the music.
Suddenly a shadow was cast over him, and his headphones were yanked from his head. As the familiar weight was removed, he leaped up, trying to grab them, only to fall short.
“What have I told you about wearing these in class? You need to pay attention.” As Aizawa turned to leave, he spoke once more. “And no, you will not be getting these back this time.”
Izuku tried to argue, but the retort died on his lips. Instead he pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, and lay his head on his desk so that no light was let through his arms.
The oppressive not-silence of scribbling pencils and the scrap of a chair on the floor, paper rustling and footsteps from the hallway-
He hesitated a moment, before pressing his teeth into his wrist and biting down, not enough to draw blood, but enough to keep him from completely falling apart.
He was fine.
He had to be.
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