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The Saturday had started out normally. Well, as normal as a school full of superpowered teenagers could be. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Bakugo was yelling. All totally normal.
The class has begged Aizawa to let them go to the mall, to the point where Mina got down on her knees in the middle of the hallway. After several days of endless begging, as well as text messages, Aizawa finally caved.
“You can go.” He sighed after the fourth day, “but only if you take some of the responsible problem children with you.”
He now realized that he definitely should have been more specific, now that he was racing to the mall, his best friend and partner in the passenger seat.
“What happened?” Hizashi Yamada, also known as Present Mic, was on the phone with one of the problem children. Which one, he didn’t know for sure.
Yamada was coaching the child on the line through breathing exercises while trying to get information out of them, a talent that Aizawa knew he didn’t possess. He knew his tone would be too harsh, cultivated for the dark alley interrogations of underground hero work.
Yamada’s, on the other hand, had years of radio work under his belt, allowing him to be firm yet comforting.
“He is trying to hurt himself?” Yamada questioned. His voice seemed perfectly flat, but Aizawa could hear the small change in tone in his partner’s voice, clearly trying to hide his increasing panic from the child. Yamada panicking would only make the child’s worry grow.
The picture coming together in his mind, made him quietly swear that he had allowed his capture weapon to be washed. After weeks of Yamada refusing to be in the same room as the weapon, Aizawa had finally admitted that it needed to be washed. Unfortunately, his backup capture weapon was out for repairs.
As the car whipped into the parking lot of the mall, Aizawa barely remembered to put the car in park before leaping out of the driver seat, Yamada not far behind him, still letting out a string of reassurances mixed with instructions.
People parted to let the pair of sprinting men through, as Yamada hastily tried to get a location out of the probably hysterical student.
Within a minute, the pair rounded a corner to find Bakugo staring at a horrible scene, phone pressed to his ear. Looking beyond the frozen blonde, was a scene Aizawa hoped to never see.
Iida and Uraraka holding down a squirming and screaming Midoirya as Shinso attempted to pry a pocket knife from his hand.
Before either man could react, Midoriya set off his quirk, throwing Iida and Uruaka off of him, and with eyes screaming for help brought the knife to his throat.
It was only instinct that Aizawa grabbed a scarf and threw it like his reliable capture weapon.
The whole scene felt like slow motion, filled with prayers for the scarf to move faster than Midoriya’s hands. It was only Hakugare sneaking up behind Midoriya and covering the blade with her hand that stopped red rain from covering the floors.
After that, it was a blur.
Aizawa tackling Midoriya.
Taking the scarf he had thrown and using it to tie Midoriya’s hands behind his back.
Watching the crowd of students rush to hold down Midoriya’s flailing limbs as Aizawa erased his quirk.
Hearing the sirens in the distance.
Smelling the antiseptic.
Feeling the pen in his hand as Aizawa signed away his student’s independence.
The taste of defeat, failing yet another student.