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Finally, he was home. As he kicked off his shoes he could feel the exhaustion slowly weighing him down, limb by limb until he could finally lay down and just sleep, husband by his side . Each movement made sent another wave of tired shooting into his blood, but Aizawa Shouta was a busy man, and he had shit to do.
He collapsed onto the couch, laying for all of half a second before half-heartedly pulling himself into a sitting position. He sighed, crossing his fingers that it was loud enough to catch his husband's attention, to no avail. He slowly and loudly got out the homework he needed to grade, at this point, begging for attention (I mean come on, even someone like Aizawa gets touch starved.)
He groaned, realizing Hizashi was probably asleep already, which meant that his hearing aids were out, which meant his husband was not coming to shower him in love like he wanted. He sighed once more,a last ditch attempt that he knew would accomplish nothing, before his phone started ringing. Goddammit- his phone was all the way across the room. Maybe he could just- ignore it?? No, people dont call him without importance. oh well.
He heaved himself upwards, praying that this really was important, because again, he had shit to do.
INCOMING CALL FROM: Shinsou
Shinsou never called him unless he really needed him (red flag number one.) He picked up the phone, grunting into the receiver. He received no response for a second- maybe it was an accidental call? Unlike shinsou- but still possible.
“Sensei, i- i need you to come to Midoriya’s room. Now.” Shinsou voice was shaking. (red flag number two.)
What? It was so late, why the fuck do they need him now? Shinsou knew Aizawa was always busy at night (red flag number three.)
“Shinsou? Are you there?”
“I- uh-," Shinsou took a sharp inhale," -walked in on Midoriya c-cutting himself, and he's said he's going to ki-kill himself.”
His blood ran cold. It took a lot to phase a man like himself, but this? this could do it.
Aizawa Shouta was a busy man. He really was. But nothing was more important to him than his kids. And he would drop anything and everything for them at any time.
“Fuck- ok- fuck- im coming. Take anything dangerous and- fuck- just keep him safe, ok? I’m coming. Ill be there in two minutes.” He was already out the door when he hung up for the longest sprint of his life. No shoes, no jacket, just him and his capture scarf, in case worse came to worse and he had to- no. nope, not today. His kid will be fine. Everything will be fine if he could just move. faster. The dorms werent even far! but every second felt like one step closer to losing Midoriya, every stumble, every extra breath felt like wasted time; stabbing at his chest as he
less than two minutes later, He slammed the door open. Definitely far louder than he should've been at this hour, but to be quite frank, Aizawa gave zero shits anymore. There was a kid in danger, and it was someone he was tasked with protecting. someone he cared about.
He sped over to Izuku, very carefully picking up the boy's arm and lifting the gauze covering. He almost (emphasis on the almost ) gagged at the sight. 5 perfectly straight, deep, sluggishly bleeding cuts.
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He heard Midoriya swallow, like he was going to say something, and everything quickly went to shit.
The kid tried to bite through his fucking tongue.
His breath caught in his throat and he swore his heart skipped a beat- FUCK.
A grabbed Midoriya’s mouth, stopping him from being able to bite all the way through, but the damage had already been done.
“Midoriya. Do. NOT. try that again.” He kept his voice as firm as possible, but there was a slight waver he couldn't shake.
“I’ pwolly wathnt going t’ work anywayth.” The kid mumbled, slurred and wet.
“Shinsou. Get Midnight.” Shinsou didn't move. “NOW.” Aizawa barked through clenched teeth.
He ran off, hallway light flooding into the room, leaving the two of them alone.
“I don’ need-” Midoriya gasped for air. “Y’ don’ need Mith Midni-nigh, sir-”
“You just tried to bite your fucking tongue off.”
“I- '' Midoriya's breath hitched. Was he going to cry? fuck- Aizawa couldn't help it. His grip loosened on the kid, and Midoriya made a break for it. All he could hear was the shattering of glass as he was suddenly showered with the remnants of the balcony door. His reflexes weren’t fast enough- and the kid took the opportunity to launch himself off the fucking balcony.
The sickening crunch of bone echoed around the silent night as Shouta launched himself out of the window after the green-haired kid.
Fuck- fuck- He ran into the woods after midoriya, branches whipping his face and glass digging into his skin when- THERE. Knife in his hand, an icy determination as he swiped across his throat and-
For a second he thought he was too late. And then Aizawa came to the realization- Izuku wasn't dead. His capture scarf had been able to catch on the kid's wrist and pull back enough that all he was left with was a superficial cut stretching from one side of his neck to the other.
Aizawa shouta was a busy man. He had shit to do. But that shit could wait. Because he now had to deal with a teenager that just tried to off himself, a kid that watched his friend self-harm and make an attempt on his own life, a broken door, and his own body, which he was sure was fucked up.
Midoriya had been wrapped up in the capture scarf, almost like a blanket, until Midnight could sedate him. He was an obvious danger to himself, so they needed to get him to a safe environment as soon as possible. Aizawa was not making the same mistake twice.
the younger spent the trip back indoors writhing around, trying to convince him to 'let me reset, please, this can't be permanent-' and attempting to claw and scratch at anything he could reach.
Midnight met them just outside the dorm, next to a shinsou in hysterics. Aizawa caught a brief flicker of something cross her face when they approached, that was quickly schooled away from her years of experience.
"Status?"
"Attempted Suicide. please sedate him so we can get him to a safe location." His voice still had that slight shake in it, a constant reminder of how he almost lost his kid.
After Shinsou had been sent to stay with hound dog, and the rest of the people awake were filled in (as best as they could be.) Aizawa made some bullshit excuse about heading to recovery girl, and collapsed in a dark corner outside the teachers living quarters.
He stayed there for a few hours, that bone deep exhaustion catching up to him, the grass soft, pillowy and just bordering on dewey. As he lay, he tried to pull himself together. His kids were going to need him tomorrow, and he couldn't let them down. He couldn't be the wreck of a man he is right now, bleeding from all of the glass wounds and on the verge of either crying or killing something.
“Shouta?” he heard someone call him in the early hours of morning. “Shouta? Are you out here?” oh- it was hizashi. “Nedzu told me what happened- please hon, where are you?” the desperation in his voice was barely concealed, Hizashi’s voice shaking with each word he spoke.
“Zash-” It was the only word Shouta could manage with his dry, achy throat before his voice completely gave out, and miraculously, his husband caught it.
“SHOUTA???? WHERE ARE YOU?” Hizashi bellowed, certainly waking anyone who wasn't already up.
“Mmhn.” He grunted, not able to muster up the strength to say anything.
Hizashi caught sight of him, just barely poking out into the sunlight in his secluded corner
“Oh hon..”
“...”
“Come on, let's get you fixed up.”
Shouta struggled to his feet, slumping against the taller man.
“Its ok, i've got you now.”