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fillyboy19 · 1 year ago

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Help Her be Brave

Hizashi whistles happily as he walks down the empty hallways. The last day before break is always exhausting, but for once it coincides with his vacation time and he isn’t going to complain about being the last to leave. No students asking about extension or extra credit. No villains to fight with. No program director to pick apart his talk show theme. And especially not Shouta around to tease him and tell him that he can’t handle a crisis situation.

That one still smarts. He hadn’t panicked – he just hadn’t been ready for such an intimate, sexual question in an English class with Nedzu and the HPSC commissioner watching him. He’d been spluttering and red-faced and Minoru had had the gall to stare up at him blankly like asking about jacking off in the middle of his class was a perfectly normal thing that they did all the time.

Hizashi can feel the tension building in his shoulders at the memory and he stops to take a deep, centering breath and let it out before continuing down the hallway. Nope. Not gonna let it bother me at all. All he has waiting for him now is pure, blissful relaxation as soon as he locks up.

The classrooms around him are empty, long since deserted of both teachers and students rushing home for their winter break. He’s lost in his own thoughts about his vacation plans, lounging pants-less on the sofa and eating potato chips while he binge-watches reality TV shows, when something grabs his attention. There shouldn’t be anyone left in the school this late and his senses go on high alert. He freezes in the hallway, waiting for the sound to reach him again. It sounds like someone’s crying.

Hizashi moves silently down the hallway, pressing his ear to each door he passes. He thinks that he’s ready for anything, for whatever villain or injury he finds. He tries to remind himself that Yuuei is secure, that there hasn’t been a break-in once over the last two years, not since before the war. It’s only once his ear is pressed to the door of the girls’ bathroom door that his stomach churns, and he realizes that this might be something a bit more complicated than a simple villain attack.

He knocks loudly on the door, but the sniffling inside doesn’t stop. He props it open just an inch, keeping his eyes focused on the corridor’s grey walls. “Hey, little listener. Is everything okay in there?”

When he’s met with only more crying, he slowly pushes the door open and walks in. The stalls nearest him are open and empty and he lets his gaze slowly drift around the room until it lands on a small form, partially obscured behind the row of sinks. As he gets closer, he realizes that it’s one of Shouta’s students. “Uraraka? Are you okay?”

Ochako’s face is buried in her arms, something small and plastic clutched tightly in her fingers. When Hizashi kneels in front of her, and tentatively pulls on what she’s holding, she releases it easily enough. He isn’t prepared for what he’s looking at. It’s such a small thing, a tiny piece of plastic with two little purple lines staring up at him. He knows all too well how life changing what he’s holding in his hands is for his young student.

I am not equipped to deal with this…

“I don’t know what to do…” Ochako sniffles, finally pulling her face from her arms. Her cheeks are puffy and tear-stained, her eyes red-rimmed and tired, and Hizashi can’t help but wonder how long she’s been sitting in here. “My parents are going to be so disappointed. I’ll have to drop out of the hero course and– and… Katsuki. I don’t know how he’s going to react when I tell him.”

Hizashi struggles to process everything that he’s been told. “Do you want to tell him?”

Ochako looks up at him as if seeing him for the first time.

“You don’t have to, you know.” Hizashi shuffles until he’s sitting shoulder to shoulder with her on the floor. “It’s your body and no one can tell you what to do with it.”

He watches as her head sinks forward into her arms again, and he pats her shoulder. He can’t imagine the weight of what she must be going through. “There’s resources available to you. No matter what you decide to do, there’s help to get you through it so you’re not alone. I can grab the pamphlets from–”

“Please don’t leave.” Ochako’s fingers are tight on his arm.

He can feel her strength, even through the thick leather of his jacket. He pats her arm gently to reassure her. “I’m not going anywhere, little listener.”

She pulls out her phone and stares at him for a moment before pinning Hizashi under a look of pure desperation. “What do I say?”

Fuck, where’s Shouta? He’d be so much better at this. Hizashi wishes he had his phone, but Denki had fried it during training this morning. “Why don’t you tell him to come to the classroom, and we’ll meet him there?”

“You’ll stay with me?” Ochako’s eyes are watery and yet she finally manages a weak smile.

“Yeah, kiddo.”

He watches her as she sends the message and then leads her to the classroom. Shouta’s sleeping bag is rolled up on the floor behind the desk and he can finally see the appeal. He hasn’t even done anything, and he wants to curl up in it and go to sleep.

Hizashi knows that he should be comforting Ochako, talking to her and keeping her calm – or at the very least, he should be planning whatever it is he’s going to tell these two kids about the situation they’ve found themselves in. He waffles between the two options for so long that he ends up doing neither and he finds himself still staring down at the bright yellow sleeping bag when Katsuki opens the door.

The explosive hero pins Hizashi under a dark glare, as the man had personally done something, before rushing over to Ochako and wrapping her arms around her. “What happened?”

“I think it would be good if you both sit down while we talk.” Hizashi leans against Shouta’s desk and waits patiently while Ochako and Katsuki follow his lead. He still isn’t sure what he’s going to say or how he’s going to actually start this conversation. He hasn’t even thought about how the explosive hero-in-training may react or–

“I’m pregnant.”

Oh, shit… Hizashi inhales sharply, gaze darting back and forth between Ochako’s down-turned face and Katsuki’s wide, crimson eyes. It feels like everything around him has grown incredibly still, and he doesn’t realize that he’s holding his breath until it begins to burn in his chest. The room is awkwardly silent, no one saying anything, and Hizashi’s mind races to fill in the gap. Focus on keeping the situation calm. No, offer resources. Council first. Council on what?

“What? I mean how...” Katsuki trails off as he stands and begins pacing. He doesn’t look at Hizashi or Ochako as he stomps back and forth. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, and he shoves them deep in his pockets as he continues to pace.

Ochako begins to curl in on herself in the face of Katsuki frustration and anger and Hizashi’s mouth starts to move before his brain has caught up to what he’s saying. “I know that both of you are probably in shock right now. This isn’t something either of you thought you’d be having to face but–”

“I’m not gonna run away from this if that’s what you’re thinking. What kind of hero would I be if I did?” Bakugou huffs softly and finally it seems like that familiar anger is deflating from him. He wraps his arms around Ochako and pulls her close. “I wouldn’t abandon you or the baby.”

Hizashi doesn’t miss the way Ochako stiffens in Katsuki’s hold. When he clears his throat, Katsuki backs away, tucking his hands back into his pockets. “Bakugou, I know you mean well, but Uraraka hasn’t decided what she’s doing yet and–”

“What the hell does that mean?!” Katsuki’s voice is loud and accusatory, echoing off the walls in the nearly empty room as he turns to face Ochako. “Of course, you’re gonna–”

“Sit down, Bakugou!” Hizashi’s voice comes out louder and much more commanding than he’d meant it to, and Katsuki does as he’s told almost instantly, butt falling into the nearest available seat.

He hadn’t meant to be quite so forceful. He knows that Katsuki is probably just as scared and worried as Ochako is, but he’s not going to let anyone bully the girl into making a decision she doesn’t want to. For a moment Katsuki seems to get his wind back, glaring furiously at Hizashi. He’s prepared himself for a verbal assault from the young hero when Ochako suddenly takes Katsuki’s hand in hers.

The blond’s expression softens instantly. Mere moments ago, the explosive blond had looked like an angry, vengeful hero. Now, with Ochako holding onto him, Hizashi can’t help but think that Katsuki just looks like a scared kid. He feels bad for yelling. Of course, Katsuki just wants to do what’s right. He’s a good kid. A good hero. All the emotions and adrenaline flaring through Hizashi’s body deflate and he sits back down on the edge of Shouta’s desk. “I know this must be hard for you to hear, but it’s Uraraka’s body and only she can decide what’s best for her.”

Katsuki’s hand slips from Ochako’s and he crosses his arms over his chest. Instead of curling in on herself though, Ochako kneels in front of her boyfriend. Hizashi can see that familiar resilience that he’s grown to know from her in their training classes surge forward, past her own worries and fears.

“Yamada’s right, Kats. I haven’t decided what I want to do yet. But I do at least want to hear what you have to say.” She strokes her thumb gently over his knuckles and Katsuki lets out a soft sigh, leaning forward until their foreheads touch.

There’s something in her eyes that tells Hizashi that, maybe, they can have a good conversation without him here. He gets up, quietly closing the door behind him, and waits in the hallway in case they need him. He can’t help but think that he didn’t need Shouta to handle this after all. That, maybe, the kids will be okay.

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