Prompt: Izuku thinks Aizawa is dead, but he ain't. (this is kinda part two to Aizawa finds the death letter.)
Royallybored_RN wrote this. I was going to take a break from angst, but fuck it.
Warnings: Panic

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You want to know one advantage of being in the security room despite how boring it is?

It gives me multiple monitors to track underground heroes, more specifically, Shouta. I can see where he is at any time while I am working. Because I am also someone that has safety precautions on everything, I also have his heart rate and all that jazz that I snuck into his costume.

I hate to admit it, but it's a comfort. Shouta doesn't know about it either, so he can't try to stop me.

As I am working on a case, Shouta's heart rate suddenly stops. I look up to see that he isn't moving anymore either.

What? I watch the camera for a firm minute, and it doesn't moe at all.

My anxiety spikes.

I quickly pull out my phone and text, 'Hey, are you okay?' I know Shouta hates when I text him during a patrol, but I need to know. A response never does come in.

Meanwhile, I shakily try to pull up the nearest cameras in an attempt to find him.

Nothing.

Fuck! No, no, no!

Calm down, Izuku. Panicking isn't going to help. Shouta is nearby, so I can reach him if I run within a couple of minutes.

You're too late.

"SHUT UP!" I scream as it feels like I am suffocating.

I scramble out of my seat as I burst out of the security room and practically jump out down the stairs.

As I am running out of the building, I suddenly slam into something, causing me to fall to the ground.

COME ON, I CAN'T AFFORD DISTRACTIONS!

I jump on my feet, about to run when a voice catches me off-guard,

"Izuku!"

I suddenly spin around to see what I ran into on the ground: Shouta. I see him in his civilian wear.

What happened to his costume?

"Izuku? What's going on-"

I cut him off, "Who are you dating?"

"Hizashi Yamada. Kid, are you okay?" Shouta gets up and approaches me, but I fall on my in relief, focusing on my breathing and making sure I don't cry. Shouta bends down in front of me, "Breath, Izuku. It's Shouta."

"I-I know! What happened to your costume?"

"Villain....you had sensors in it, didn't you?" I slowly nod, "Seriously, kid? Don't you trust me to come back safe?"

"I do. I just don't trust the world around you. I'm just being cautious."

"How long have they been there?"

"Since Kaminro Ward."

Shouta stands up and offers me a hand, which I take. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me against his side as he leads me inside.

When we enter the security room again, Shouta looks at his monitor, "You thought I was dead?

"What the fuck else do you think?!" I can't help but snap.

Shouta sighs as he sits down, "This is deeper than I thought."

"What is?" I join across from him.

"Your trauma."

"We aren't bringing that shit up now."

"Izuku, if you have turned to this, something is there. I appreciate the sentiment, but this worries me. Your reaction proved it."

"Whatever. Go to bed."

Shouta sighs as he gets up and pulls me into a hug, "You don't have to be this stubborn over it. If you need help, ask."

'i know."

"You don't use it."

"I also know that." Shouta runs a hand through my hair to calm me down before pulling back.

"We're talking to Hound Dog about this in the morning. No getting out of it."

"Fine. Night, Sho."

"Night, Izu...you're sure you don't me to stay?"

"I got it."

Shouta nods as he gives me one final head pat before leaving.

Damn man for giving me a panic attack.