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Aizawa reluctantly let Bakugou take Eri out to the park.
He was in 1-A’s dorm with Eri and the class in the common room when Eri suddenly said that she wanted to go.
Bakugou who was in the middle of yelling at the self-proclaimed bakusquad about homework decided (more like demanded) that he will take her.
Because “These shitty extras can’t fucking listen and finish one fucking god damn problem”
Off on the side Mineta yelled “Maybe if you weren’t so you maybe people would listen to you! No one likes you the way you are!”
That led to more screaming and Mineta being thrown into a wall. Tired of all this Aizawa told Bakugou to take Eri while he has a long talk with Mineta about poking at people’s self-worth.
Eri, who is already used to the chaos is just happy that they get to go, even though they were only allowed an hour.
Once they were gone the common room quieted down as they all refocused on what they were doing before.
Aizawa, not anxious at all yes he is is staring at the clock waiting for the hour to be up. Aizawa knows despite Bakugou’s temper, he is very punctual.
Hell the kid goes to bed at 8 pm every night without fail. Just as the hour was up Bakugou walked through the door carrying a sleeping Eri in his arms.
”She tired herself out on the swings” Bakugou explained, with no cussing. Aizawa lays the kid on the couch knowing that the class will try, key word, try to be quiet.
No one likes to wake a sleeping Eri, not unless they want to face Aizawa sensei’s wrath. Last time Midoriya did he had to wash every single window in the dorms. From the outside.
No one noticed anything wrong until dinner time.
”Hey Blasty! Can you make us dinner!” Mina shouted. The rest of the squad chimed in.
”Yea! Pleeeease!”
”Bakubro cook this time, we won’t ever ask again!” Lies
”It would be so manly if you did, but it is ok if you don’t!”
Everyone braced for the onslaught of yelling and cursing of their explosive friend. Even Aizawa braced himself for another headache.
”Ok, what do you guys want?”
What. The. Fuck.
”Kiri am I dreaming? Did Blasty just… agree? With no yelling? No explosions?” Mina gapped seemingly the only one in the room to have the capability to speak.
Then the class burst.
”Holy shit, he asked what we wanted!”
”He agreed!”
”Bakugou never asks what we want and just makes whatever.”
”Kacchan agreeing? Is he being nice? Or is he just tired? That can’t be because even when Kacchan is tired he is snappy I mean is this even Kacchan? Whatisgoingonmaybehefinallymellowedoutbutlikeitssosudden…”
”Aliens..”
“What the fuck Todoroki? Aliens?”
”The darkness has casted upon the anger it hones as fuel” Aizawa chose to ignore that particular sentence.
Tuning out everyone, Aizawa focuses on Bakugou. Said child is just staring at his classmates.
No shouting for everyone to shut up, no stomping, just standing. It looks so wrong. Bakugou is always moving whether it be tapping his foot or figeting with his fingers.
He so damn quiet. As if sensing Aizawa stare Bakugou turns to meet his eyes. Aizawa couldn’t help but flinch.
There is nothing in those eyes. The light, the anger, the pride is all gone. There’s nothing. The red irises are so dull, almost lifeless.
His face normally in a sneer or annoyed is blank. Blankness that rivals Todoroki’s blank stare.
But Todoroki’s held his feelings in his eyes. Bakugou’s held nothing.
Concerned Aizawa tells Bakugou to come over to where he is sitting in the corner. Voice just barely carrying over the chaos of his other students.
Shocked Aizawa watches as Bakugou listens without a word. When Bakugou reaches Aizawa he sits.
”Bakugou, are you feeling ok?” Aizawa asks knowing that Bakugou isn’t going to tell the truth, but feels that he should still ask.
”No.” Bakugou deadpans. WHAT
Not expecting that answer Aizawa stares. Even though he is processing that his prideful student, the one that believes asking for makes him week actually admits he is not feeling ok.
Still being the underground hero he is Aizawa picks up the subtle things he didn’t hear before.
Bakugou’s voice… lacked emotion, monotone, completely monitored at indoor speaking level.
Taking a chance Aizawa asks “How are you feeling then?”
”Nothing” Of course it isn’t that easy.
“Bakugou it is ok if you’re not feeling-“
”That is incorrect sensei” Sensei? Since when does Bakugou call him sensei?
”I don’t feel anything”
”Anything?” Aizawa repeats dread seeping into his heart as he studies his kid. His kid that hasn’t reacted to anything around them or at this conversation. Who is talking like a fucking robot.
”I am incapable of feeling.” No lie showing on his face.
”Stay here” Aizawa whispers, as he gets up and walks just a few feet away. Turning around to see that Bakugou hasn’t moved from his spot at all.
He takes out his phone.
”Hizashi?”
”Yea Sho what’s up?”
”Is recovery girl still at UA?”
”Yea she is. Did something happen? Are you ok?”
”I’ll explain later just tell her to come to 1-A dorms as soon as she can” Hanging up without waiting for a response Aizawa returns to Bakugou’s side.
”Problem child what happened to you?”