Izuku's POV

I'm so screwed, it's not even funny!

He saw. He must have.

He hit me with that blast and my clothes ripped. All of my new and fresh wounds were out for display.

I thought I'd be fine. I didn't think my shirt would rip just like that!

Tears ran down my face and my breath left me.

I ran to the locker room and locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls before falling to the floor. My sobs filled the room as panic washed over me.

I couldn't breathe, my vision was blurred, my head was pounding and my ears were ringing.

I'm sure I'd look like a mad man to any on looker.

The door to the locker room crashed open and I tried to silent my sporadic breathing, but failed miserably.

"Deku!" I heard Kacchan call. "Shit, where are you!?" He didn't sound angry. He sounded....Concerned? No. That doesn't make sense, why would he care?

A sob slipped past my lips as black dots started to form around my eyes.

I heard loud footsteps running closer to the stall I hid in.

A gentle knock came on the door.

I jumped slightly and gasped, afraid that it was a warning that Kacchan would just break the door down.

"Deku." He lowered his voice. The gentleness only caused me to cry harder, no longer covering up my sobs. "Let me in."

"G-Go a-away!" I yelled.

"Open this damn door!" He yelled a bit louder this time.

"Katsuki! Stop!" I heard another voice call. I think it's Kirishima. I didn't even realize more people entered the room.

The thought of more people finding out sent me into a full blown panic attack. I gripped my chest roughly, breathing getting harder and my vision getting darker.

More footsteps approached the stall door.

"Midoriya. Open the door please." Aizawa said calmly, yet full of worry.

"I-I can't!" I said in between my unsteady breaths. It sounded more like a wheeze than anything.

"Why not? Izu, whatever's going on, were not gonna hurt you." Kiri's gentle and soothing voice came through the door.

"I'm f-fine! I just n-need a m-moment." I said gasping.

"You're not fine! We're not stupid. Now open this fucking door before I blast it!" Kacchan yelled.

"C-Can't b-breathe!" I shouted, now grabbing my burning throat.

I felt like throwing up. My head was pounding so badly, my stomach seemed to turn, and the room just felt so hot.

"Shit." Kacchan cursed before kicking the door. It clashed open and hit the wall.

In came three people. Well tried. There wasn't enough room to fit everyone, so Kacchan picked me up lightly, before setting me down on a bench.

Gasps could be heard by the other two in the room when they got a full look of my exposed chest.

Kacchan sat beside me and rubbed my back in a soothing manner. He's never been this nice to me and it shocked me to the core.

Kirishima kneeled before me. "Izu. I need you to breathe with me. Ok?"

I-I c-can't!" I yelled, now rocking back and forth.

"I need you to try. Ok? Do it with me. Follow my lead, Izu."

I nodded my head, making full eye contact with him.

"In four, out four Ok?" He breathed in and I followed. "1..2..3..4..Out..2..3..4.."

The two of us followed that pattern for awhile before I finally could breathe normally.

My vision became less blurry and for the most part I felt better, minus the now whole exhausted part.

Somewhere along the line, Aizawa had also knelt down next to me. He just stayed quiet for the time being, seeing that Kirishima seemed to know what he was doing.

"Midoriya. I need you to talk to me." Aizawa said gently.

"I'm sorry! I-I just freaked out for a m-moment, but I'm f-fine now. I'm sorry!" I whispered the last part, but I knew they heard me. I looked away from all of them and closed my eyes tightly.

"Listen, it's not your fault. You have every right to be upset, but Izuku, I need to know who made those marks. What happened?" Aizawa attempted again.

Coward. That's all I am. I'll never make it as a pro if I can't protect myself against my own father. I can't have others fighting my battles for me. It'd just make me seem weak.

I can handle this. They're just a couple of bruises. They don't need to be getting involved and therefore they don't need to know about my father.

I guess lying is my only option.

"S-Some kids beat me up. I-It's nothing. I d-don't think I'll ever see them again, ok?" I lied, surprisingly smoothly, but I refused to open my eyes and look at anyone.

The hand that still laid on my upper back grew stiff. "Why didn't you fight back?! You've got a powerful quirk and you don't even use it!" Kacchan yelled in my ear, making me flinch and scoot away from him.

My eyes opened and I glanced at his face briefly. A look of sadness and hurt crossed his features at my actions.

Well? What does he expect me to do? He did bully me, he told me to kill myself and he's the reason people found out about my bruises.

Of course I would move away when he gets too angry.

"I-I could've been e-expelled. We're not allowed to use our q-quirks on others without permission. Also, it was just a g-group of t-teens. I couldn't h-hit them." I explained quickly, hoping they won't catch up into my lie.

Aizawa sighed beside me. "You're going to see recovery girl and Izuku, I want names."

"I-I didn't k-know them." I whispered.

"How ironic." Kacchan mumbled under his breath. "There's obviously something you're not telling us! Spill it, Deku!" He crossed his arms and stared daggers into me.

"W-Why do you care? I-It's not like this c-concerns you. I t-thought you'd b-be happy with m-me so b-broken." I said shakily, looking into Kacchan's piercing red eyes. Tears once again slid down my face, making my vision blurry.

His face fell at my words and his arms fell to his sides. "N-No, that's not-" he seemed unable to form the correct words and looked down at his lap.

"Come on, Midoriya. Let's get you to recovery girl. There's no point in pressuring anymore out of you at the moment." Aizawa said standing up and pulling me with him.