Aizawa F*cks Up

Shouta inwardly panicked even as his face was still the epitome of cool when his student passed out while his support item was still wrapped around him. Sure, people passed out on him all the time, but usually before that, he had to bash them into oblivion before they passed out. People didn't just pass out because he used Erasure, for fucks sake. There was something wrong.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

What just happened? He needed to get Midoriya to Recovery Girl stat. He bundled up the other with his support item, keeping him securely in the cloth as he rushed his student towards the medical wing.

He might have called out a few instructions to his students as he left them rapidly, but damned if he could remember what he said right now.

Shouta quickly pressed speed dial 1, which was Recovery Girl's number and informed her what happened. It was at this moment that he realized Bakugou was still running behind him, looking somewhat desperate with a mix of terror and concern on his face.

"Bakugou, get back to class with the other students," he said, voice coming out sharper than he intended. These Hero course students were all full of passion and youthful ideals. He couldn't believe it was coming from Bakugou of all people, though.

Watching his performance in that Entrance Exam had already made a few of his weaknesses available for all to see. He thought he would have to work on getting this boy to tone down his aggressiveness a little, but he was pleasantly surprised that he would be following him out of concern for his classmate.

Wait. Would people feel that much over a classmate that they hardly knew? He saw their exchange earlier in the field. Dare he say they almost seemed friendly? The gears in his head started spinning rapidly. Why did Midoriya just collapse like that? It was eerily reminiscent to a puppet with its strings cut.

Shouta's eyebrows furrowed. Did Midoriya have some sort of internal Quirk? That shouldn't be right. Based on what he saw, Midoriya seemed to have a Quirk that was similar to All Might's, in which it increased his physical speed and strength. It also seemed to have a toll on his body.

Holy shit he was totally panicking. He knew he had to keep a hold on himself so that the students wouldn't panic as well, but it was all he could do to keep his mask of calm on his face. He couldn't even let any of it show since Bakugou was following him.

It took way too long for the sight of the door to Recovery Girl's medical office to appear. Intellectually, he knew it was only a few meters away, but most of the time, he was able to handle any accidents before they got too disastrous. And frankly, it was usually due to the student's own stupidity that got them into any of such messes in the first place. This time, however, was by his own hand. By his own Quirk, even. Or so he theorized.

"Chiyo," he called out, bursting into the room.

She gestured for him to place Midoriya on the bed for her to examine. She hopped up onto a stool, efficiently checking his vitals for what was wrong.

Shuota's feet moved him to the other side of Midoriya's bed, only to find that what he anticipated to be his most problematic student already standing there like he had his feet rooted into the ground.

The teacher and student silently stood by the green-haired teen's bed, almost beside themselves with worry. Shouta felt like his eyes were dryer than ever. He had dry eye a lot of times, but that was due to him using his Quirk. He rubbed his eyes, feeling tired. It didn't help.

He stared at his student, his mind blank. Exactly what went wrong? He hadn't expected that something would really happen. It was only the first day, for fuck's sake. In fact, he'd used his Quirk on Midoriya exactly for the hopes of him not hurting himself.

It looked like he had been out of control. He could tell from the slightly wild eyes the other had thrown his way unintentionally. He managed to hit the other with his Quirk before he could release whatever latent energy his Quirk was going to release, but evidently something still happened.

Why did he just pass out like that?

Fuck, he's never hurt a student unintentionally, and especially not without knowing how they got damaged.

Shouta startled inwardly when Recovery Girl shook her head.

"There's nothing wrong with him, from what I can see."

"What the fuck do you mean nothing's wrong," Bakugou interrupted rudely. His voice contained an underlying terror, so the two of them let it slide this once.

Recovery Girl whacked him with her syringe. "Don't get sassy with me. Wait until I've finished talking." Or so he thought.

"By all accounts, he seems to be just sleeping. There's nothing wrong with his vitals from what I can see. Aizawa, what exactly happened? I wanted to ask you, but you hung up without explaining."

Bakugou's eyes were especially intense when they locked onto him. It kind of felt like how a lion would stare down its prey as it decided whether or not to eat it.

"I used Erasure on him. His Quirk didn't manage to activate. He seemed rather startled before he turned to look at the class. I started scolding him about how if he recklessly uses his Quirk like that, he'd end up hurting himself by saving a single person before being out of action."

Shouta paused to scrutinise the memory and think about whether or not he had unintentionally left out any details about the accident. "Then, he just seemed to collapse. Luckily I already used my support item to try and drive the point in."

He heard Bakugou mutter "Luckily my ass" but he was gracious enough to ignore it. It seemed like these two already had some sort of friendship before school started, so it was understandable that he would be this worried.

He was watching Bakugou's face as it suddenly paled. It seems like he had an inkling of what might have happened.

"Wait. Erasure. As in Erasure of Quirks? You used it on Izuku?" Bakugou said, his voice slightly shaky.

Shouta nodded to confirm it, a bad feeling starting to grow when his student lost what little colour he had left in his face.

"I – he has a Quirk," Bakugou said, stumbling over his words. "Or rather, he has two Quirks. One of them is the one that gives him super strength and super speed, but he has another Quirk as well."

Shouta and Recovery Girl waited patiently to give him more time to collect himself and explain further. They waited for two minutes before Shouta felt like he needed to interfere.

"What's the other Quirk?"

Shouta watched as Bakugou was conflicted whether he should tell them or not, going through internal conflict.

"He hasn't recorded it down," said Recovery Girl, clicking her tongue, looking displeased. "We're going to have a long chat about neglect after he wakes up."

"He has a Soulmate Quirk," Bakugou blurted, evidently having made up his mind.

Oh, thought Shouta. Then he paled as the implications hit him. Fuck, if that Quirk works the way I think it works, then – doesn't that mean I just Erased whomever he imprinted on. Shit. I hope this doesn't have long-lasting consequences for Midoriya.