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Aizawa rushed to the 1A dorms when he heard the loud bang and the silent alarm go off on his phone. He was just getting his morning coffee and about to head out to the main campus with his husband when the alarm went off and the bang echoed throughout the UA housing grounds. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened, there was the time when Bakugo had blown up the microwave or when Denki blew the electrical wires causing a fire and power outage in the dorms for a week and all of the other chaotic messes the class had done while living together.
But Aizawa knew better than to not take these Alarms seriously every time they happened, because in case of a real emergency should occur he can be right there to protect his students. The Alarm system wasn’t just for break in or attacks but it also detached any none normal behavior or sounds, someone screaming, the alarm would go off, something blowing up, it would go off, it was extremely high tech and made to keep the students safe so even if no one had broken in, it would still alert a teacher at the mere possibility that something bad could be happening. In a hero school like this it was necessary. Hizashi had tried convincing Aizawa to let him go with him this time but Aizawa had declined the offer. Not wanting the other man to be late to his own homeroom class and if there was a real issue he would sound the second alarm.
When he made it to the dorms he could right away tell something was wrong, the moment he walked into the common room he could see it on his students' faces. Something bad had happened, something horrible. These kids had been through a lot in the course of a year, they had been attacked by villains multiple times, been moved into the dorms and one of their dearest classmates accused of being a traitor, so they have had a hell of a go in their first year of hero school and these kids honestly just needed a break. He glanced around the room, he could feel how tense it was.
Iida rushes right over to him the moment he sees Aizawa, his arms as stiff as they always have been, making a chopping motion as he walks over, “Mr. Aizawa Sir.” he says in a voice filled with urgency.
“We had heard this loud bang around 8 in this morning, Bakugo, Shoto, and Urakua all went to go look for the source of the sound, when Bakugo came back downstairs he refused to tell any of us what was going on and wouldn't let anyone else upstairs.”
Aizawa takes a deep breath, expression turning serious, “take me to Bakugo, and keep everyone else downstairs if he doesn't want anyone else going upstairs there is probably a reason.”
Iida nods while walking Aizawa over to bakugo he was standing in front of the main elevator upstairs in the common area watching over the rest of the class as they all sat and waited, Bakugo was strangely calm, his eyes seemed to be far away not actually looking at anything, hands shaking slightly and his skin pale. It was worrying, that's for sure. He didn’t even look at Aizawa when he walked over to him.
Aizawa sighs, speaking softly and quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “hay, Bakugo can you tell me what happened?”
The boy didn’t even look at Aizawa and just said in voice rough and raspy voice, “he’s upstairs, nerds room.”
“Whos upstairs?” Aizawa asks again, trying to get more information out of him the blond tightly closes his eyes before turning his head to face Aizawa.
“Just go upstairs and see for yourself.” he said so quietly, a volume Aizawa didn’t even think the fiery boy could speak. Aizawa takes a deep breath before turning back to the rest of the class, “everyone else stays downstairs, Iida, Bakugo makes sure everyone stays in the common room.”
Iida just nods and turns to the class, “alright everyone we heard him stay in the common area!”
Aizawa makes his way upstairs, alarm bells going off in his head, mind spiraling of all the possibilities and the first thing he sees is a sobbing Urakua curled up on the floor in a ball next to the elevator. Aizawa quickly but calmly makes his way over to her, “hay, hay. What happened?”
She lets out a quiet broken sob, “he’s..he’s gone..” panic filled his head, what? Was someone kidnapped again? Bakugo had said something about the problem child dorm’s, did someone take him? But Bakugo said he's in there, what on earth had happened?
“Urakua, who’s gone? What happened?” she lets out a shaky breath and just points down the hallway, Aizawa takes a moment, going over everything he knows in his head, there was a loud bang, it clearly had something to do with the problem child and it was bad but the question was how bad exactly? Aizawa slowly helps the poor girl stand up, her legs shaking when she finally does. She turns and starts sobbing into Aizawa’s shirt.
“Shhh, it's alright shhh you're ok alright I got you. How about you go downstairs?”
Urakua just nods, pulling away before turning and making her way to the elevator, this was bad, really bad. Aizawa picks up his pace, running down the hallway to Midoriya’s dorm room, when he makes it there he sees Todoroki backed up against the door of the dorm across from Midoriya’s.
The boy had an unreadable expression, he had been crying, his face was red and eyes were puffy and he just blankly stared into the room across from him. Aizawa slows down slightly not wanting to scare the boy, he makes it down the hallway and doesn’t even look into the problem child room yet, fully focusing on Todoroki, bending down next to him.
Todoroki doesn’t even react to him being there. He is in a worse but similar state to Bakugo Aizawa then goes to face the issue at hand. He then freezes breath catching in his throat.
The room across from him was dark and empty, the bed looking exactly like it was before anyone had moved in and before anyone had lived there. It was all cleaned out of any sign of life being there
And in the middle of the dark room laying on the floor laid the green haired boy, he was laying on his side curled up with a gun in his hand, still being lightly gripped. Blood pooling out from his head, it was clear what had happened here. The boy was lying on top of newspapers, though they didn’t do much to stop the room from being covered in blood.
Aizawa wanted to throw up, he had seen horrible murders, groomsmen injuries, things only quirks could cause. But this, nothing he had seen on the field could prepare him for this, something so horrible so awful. Seeing a child like that, a child he knew do something like this to himself as a result of his actions and mistakes… He had failed.
Aizawa walks into the room, bends down and checks for a pulse. He was dead, most likely from blood loss based on the puddle. Aizawa turned to Todoroki, the boy still sitting there staring in nothingness, he needed to get him downstairs, that's the first step.
Aizawa walked over to him, bending down, and in the softest voice he could muster he whispered “hay.” It took a moment, but the boy finally looked up at him, he then broke down sobbing. He basically flew into Aizawa’s arms holding him as tightly as he possibly could.
“Hay, hay, it's ok I got you now you're safe.” The poor boy was shaking, he was clearly in shock and most likely wasn’t going to move on his own.Aizawa slowly picks the sobbing teenager up using his scarf to support him to ensure Aizawa would not drop him.
They make their way to the elevator and back downstairs, Aizawa comforting him the whole time, he himself still not processing what he had seen, what had happened, what this meant. Acting like this is any other horrible accident, any other crime scene. He’d deal with his feelings later right now he needs to protect his class. Or what's left of it.
He brings Todoroki down to the common area still holding him tightly, Urakua was being comforted by other 1A girls and Bakugo was standing away from the group, not quite glaring at the ground, his expression was a mix of a lot of different things, they all stare at Aizawa and the class goes into a panicked uproar. Denki then asks
“Mr. Aizawa what happened? Bakubro and Urakua are refusing to say anything.” Kirishima nods, “yeah, what happened? Is Midorya ok? We haven’t seen him yet this morning?"
Oh god, how was he supposed to tell them what he had seen, what had happened, he hadn't even fully processed it yet, what he knew, the reality of this situation. This class had been through so much already. They had been so divided, so sad when they had excused the problem child of being the traitor. He was the glue that kept them together, but he was gone now.
What were the right words to tell them that Midorya is dead? The thought felt so empty in his mind, he had taken his own life. It was his fault, the staff's fault. They should’ve handled the traitor situation differently, they should’ve been keeping a closer eye on him afterwards.
This was his fault. But he didn’t have the ability to sit with that right now, he needed to prevent as much more damage as possible and he needed to make sure they were ok. He had no idea what Bakugo, Urakua and Todorki had seen and he needed to make sure the rest of the class didn't find out through them.
“I need all of you to quiet down and listen to me very carefully! I need you all to make your way to UA’s campus and to your homeroom. You will not speak of this nor will you ask anyone who was upstairs what happened, you understand me?”
The class all gave him wary yesses and nods while looking at each other. He knew that them following those orders exactly was unlikely, but he needed them out of the dorms.
Aizawa needed to make a few calls now, Nezu was the first person he called, being the school's principal, he needed to be alerted right away, then he called it in like any other situation like this, an investigation would begin, the three students that found him would be questioned as well as himself and other class members that had spoken to the boy before today.
After all that was taken care of, Aizawa finally let himself drop the hero mask. He had failed, as a teacher and as a hero. He should’ve done something and said something when he noticed Midorya’s declining mental health, he should’ve been put in counseling the moment he was 100% cleared in not being the traitor, no, that whole situation should've been handled completely differently, he shouldn’t have been treated the way he was and it should’ve been kept more private.
Aizawa couldn't help himself from crying, “damn it problem child.” he whispered under his breath. Nezu and the police arrived soon after, Nezu made his way over to Aizawa while the detectives did their job.
The rodent pulls himself up onto the table the other man was sitting on and glances over to Aizawa, they don’t speak for the moment just sitting in the mistakes they had made. People moved in and out of the room as the investigation was being done.
“It seems we have had a few missteps, haven’t we?” the rat whispers.
Aizawa couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, you could say that, they had really fucked up this time.
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Bakugo sits at his desk sitting sideways in his chair staring at the empty one behind him, everything felt numb and despite the dumb noise of his classmates panicked talking everything was deafly quiet, was what he saw even real? It didn’t feel like it was, he just remembers how cold the world felt when they had found his body. The way pink cheeks just stood there in shock and how damn icy hot broke down in sobs slowly backing away sliding down the damn door in the most dramatic way known to man. Neither deserved to have such a reaction, not when they were partly to blame.
At least Bakugo knew he didn’t have the right to cry for him. Not when he knew what he had said and done to the boy in middle school. Not when he just went off with the same excuse as the rest of the class when Izuku started to shut down. And damn half and half had no right to be sitting there all sad, he’d broken up with the nerd when he was at his worse then got with fucking createy, it all mad him so fucking angry. Because it was their fault wasn’t it?
Then of course fucking dunce face had something to say.
“Ok I know Mr. Aizawa told us not to talk about it, but one of you guys gotta spill, what happened? Is midorya ok?”
Bakugo rolls his eyes, “oh fuck off.”
Pink cheeks sniffles and rubs her stupid eyes, “Bakugo, they deserve to know.”
Bakugo grumbles, explosions popping off his hands, “they don’t deserve to know shit, especially not when we caused this.”
She clenched her fists, her facial expression becoming an angry one, “whats that supposed to mean?!”
“Exactly what it fucking sounds like.”
“This isn’t our fault if that's what you're implying, it's no one's fault no one here thought Deku would ever do something… so awful.”
“Yeah just like no one here thought the dumb nerd would be the fucking traitor,
but we need to accept fucking reality? You guys are unbelievable.”
Urakua slams her palms on the desk standing up, “why the hell are you even bringing that up again? Deku being the traitor has nothing to do with this!”
“Thats a fucking lie and you damn know it, Izuku being falsely excused of being the traitor has everything to do with this! This is the detract result of that, how we treated him and how we flat out ignored him afterwards. None of us even apologized to him.”
“And we don’t need to apologize, he gets it, we were all heart broken by the news but we couldn’t go acting like everything was normal and we all thought he would come around eventually.”
“Well he didn’t come around he fucking killed himself!”
The class was quiet and tense when Bakugo shouted, someone quietly whispered.
“He what..?”
“Exactly what I fucking said, now no more fucking questions.”
Everyone went weirdly quiet after that, what could they say, they all knew he was right, that this was their doing, but now they just have to live with it, no turning back now, no fixing these mistakes.
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A student trembles at their desk staring down at their hands, ‘this is my fault, completely my fault, I did this.’