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It had been a week since his kids had moved into the dorms when Aizawa noticed something wrong. With his Problem Child specifically.
It was only first hour and Midoriya was alternating between nodding off and furtively looking around the room. It was the sneeze that finally did it.
Midoriya’s head rocked back and his eyes widened comically. He frantically brought his arm to over his mouth before sneezing. Green sparks shot around him and he catapulted from his seat.
He tumbled over Bakugou’s head and landed on the floor with an ‘oof’. The class was silent while Aizawa walked over to the lump on the floor. He nudged it with his shoe. Midoriya sniffled miserably. Aizawa sighed and looked at the rest of his class,
“Alright everyone’s dismissed,” They gaped at him.
“But sensei,” Iida said in the stunned silence, “We still have 7 minutes until lunch.”
Aizawa activated his quirk and they ran for it. After Todoroki finished his leisurely stroll to the door, Aizawa nudged Midoriya again. He sneezed.
“Do you want to get off the floor, Problem Child?”
Midoriya stuck his head up, “No, they can see me through the windows.”
…What. Aizawa squinted at Midoriya, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Who?”
“Them, the people, those guys,” came the muffled reply.
Aizawa promptly decided it was too early for this shit and walked out of the room. He marched to the cafeteria and grabbed Bakugou by the back of his uniform. The blonde screeched all the way back down the hall before Aizawa used his capture weapon to silence him.
He kicked open the door to 1-A and pointed at Midoriya who was now muttering in code and scribbling in a notebook. “Bakugou,” he said looking at the blonde. “Explain.”
The blonde rolled his eyes. “Deku gets crazy paranoid when he’s sick and does a bunch of weird-ass shit. And he doesn’t sleep at all.”
“How long does-”
They both jumped as a sharp crack pierced the air. Aizawa swung around, quirk activated to see Midoriya standing over the shattered remains of his phone. He looked up at them.
“It was listening to us,” he said solemnly. He sneezed again.
Aizawa sighed heavily. He wrapped Midoriya in his capture weapon and left the room, dragging his Problem Child behind him.
“Ask Lunch Rush to set aside food for Midoriya,” he said over his shoulder.
Bakugou glared at him but Aizawa glared harder and the blonde relented. “Tch whatever,” he muttered.
Aizawa walked back to the dorms with Midoriya who seemed to have fallen asleep. Aizawa towed him through the halls and dumped him onto a couch. Midoriya groaned and whispered something in code again.
“Kid, what are you even saying?” Aizawa said finally.
Midoriya looked at him with a bit more clarity than had been present the last hour, “It’s the code I use in my notebooks,”
Aizawa furrowed his brows, “Midoriya, even I’m not that paranoid.” He looked affronted.
“ ‘m not paranoid. I’ve been kidnapped for them before.”
“Wait, you’ve been kidnapped for your notebooks?”
“Sorta, my analyses. I was super sick a few years ago and I accidentally left one of my notebooks at a villain fight and then I think some villains got it and then I think the Yakuza got it and even the league might have seen it. Then a whole bunch of them tried to kidnap me, the police even have to send a car by my house each night.”
Aizawa stood rooted to the ground, “Does Nezu know any of this?” He could practically feel Midoriya’s (well-deserved) paranoia as he said this. Midoriya looked around warily.
“If he didn’t, he does now.” He said darkly while glaring at the corners of the room. Then he staggered up from the couch and headed towards the stairs. He looked over his shoulder.
“I’m going to go lock all of my notebooks away and hack the security feeds,” he paused and his nose wrinkled, “Kacchan always tells me to say something when I’m sick, oh yeah.”
He turned to face Aizawa, “Don’t let anyone fucking hurt him and he’ll be less paranoid tomorrow. Whatever that means. G’night ‘zawa. Make sure to change your VPN and IP address.”
He turned and stumbled up the stairs. Aizawa stood there. After a moment he shrugged and buried himself in his capture weapon. His Problem Child would be alright. And if he snuck back to check on him later…well that was no one's business.