Prompt: Izuku's middle-school tormentors trap him inside a dumpster, since dumpsters are yucky. he has a panic-attack. Aizawa gets him out, though.
Royallybored_RN again. I really wanted to do this one and another one in there.
I don't know if this is meant to take place when he is younger or not, but I am making it that. He is 14 in this.
Warnings: Self-harm, panic attacks, bullying, angst

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"LET ME THE FUCK GO!" I yell at the top of my lungs as I struggle, panic already deep in my veins. Currently, two of my bullies are at each side of me and dragging me to an alleyway. Unfornutelly, both of them have strength quirks, so it does jack shit to go against them. They caught me off guard, and I am to blame for that, but seriously?! I already don't like them touching me. The germs that could be crawling their skins right now.

That's when one of them lifts the dumpster lid.

No no no please no-

I hide my fear as they easily throw me inside and slam the gate. I hear a lock click, laughing, and footsteps going away from me.

It smells horrible.

It's disgusting.

The germs.

The illness!

I scramble to get up and start trying to kick the lid off with no success.

It's dark.

I can't see.

I can't breathe!

I claw at the lid in hopes that it will come off, but all I can feel is pain.

The smell of metal fills the air as warmth drips down my fingers.

"S-SOMEONE PLEASE H-H-HELP ME!" I sob out. I continue to yell and scream my voice apart. As a last-ditch effort, I pull out my phone that I can barely see and just tap randomly.

Everything is a blur. Everything is fuzzy.

I just want it to end.

Someone please...help me...

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Shouta's POV

I was in the middle of a nap after teaching for the day when my phone starts buzzing nonstop. I rub my eyes as I open my phone. When I open them, I see that they are all from Izuku. Usually, the kid only texts me as a joke, but when I see these texts, they are just random letters, and they keep coming until they suddenly stop in the middle of him typing.

I send Izuku a message asking if he is okay. I stand up and start tracking his phone just in case.

When I don't receive a message within a couple of minutes, I run out of UA to find his location.

I end up in an alleyway where I don't see anything out of the ordinary. To be extra cautious, I search the area carefully.

It takes me way too long to find Izuku.

I unlock the dumpster lid and open it to see Izuku passed out inside. I have seen Izuku in bad situations, but this is by far the worst one yet.

"Izuku!" I call out to him as I crawl inside and lift the kid up. I notice blood on the lid as well as the bin itself, and that's when I notice the blood all over his fingers, hair, and forehead.

Izuku didn't pass out. He knocked himself out.

I quickly check his pulse and take a deep breath to feel it still going.

The first thing I do is lift him up bridal style and get him out of there. From what I remember, Izuku is germaphobic, so it's probably a trigger location.

Izuku starts struggling in my arms, and his breathing immediately picks up again.

Fuck, he's panicking again.

I bend down and set him against the wall, "Izuku, it's Shouta. I need you to take a breath slowly." No response. Instinctively, I pull Izuku back in my arms, against my chest, and slow my breathing down.

"Come on, kid. Don't knock out on me again," I mutter as I rock him back and forth slowly.

When Izuku snaps out of his panic, he immediately starts sobbing against me. I remain there for a while. When he finally settles down a little, I start questioning Izuku.

"Izuku, can you hear me? It's Shouta, " I ask. This time, he nods slowly. I can't help but sigh in relief, "Can you tell me what happened?"

It takes Izuku a moment as he mutters dryly, "Bullies. Strength quirks." He sounds so tired. So done. This is the weakest I have ever seen the kid, and that scares me.

I hide my anger for him because I need to be calm for him, "I need to take you to a doctor, alright? You knocked yourself out, and I need to make sure you didn't give yourself a concussion." That's something serious I need to take to him about. For now, I need to get Izuku physically and mentally okay. When I hear no protest, I lift him up bridal style and start carrying him to the nearest hospital.

The whole time, he barely reacts.

Thankfully, he didn't give himself a concussion or anything, so that's something. All his fingers were wrapped up as he practically tore the nails off.

It took him a little while, but he did start to bounce back and do his normal sass.

Damn problem child. I don't regret saving him or becoming his friend, though.

He's worth it all.