Hurt/Comfort Deku Oneshots.

A rainy phone call. (Dadzawa, Papa mic, angst+fluff.)

HEY! Trigger warning for abuse and mention of sexual assault. Sorry but Inko is mean in this. If you are being abused, get help. Please. Please please do.

Aizawa always gives out a separate phone number to his students for emergencies and such. If they ever need to reach him, whether that's for mental health reasons, home life, or anything else, they could call and he would pick up. No matter what. He will always answer if someone needs it. He doesn't always admit it, but he cares a ton for his students. He kept a journal of warning signs and such if his students and which ones they showed. Some have more than others. If it gets to be over ten, he talks to them.

So imagine his shock when his happiest student calls crying, hurt, scared, and stranded.

Izuku was kicked out for a week. He didn't know where to go or what to do. It was pouring rain. He had a simple white T-shirt on and some black sweatpants. He was soaked and sobbing and in a terrible neighborhood. A few strangers had asked for his number. One of them even groped him, forcing him to strip and assault the poor boy. He'd been out for two hours and he already couldn't take it. He felt dirty as he remembered the older man's touch. He just forced him down and used him like it was nothing. Doing everything he could to make the boy uncomfortable. The boy sat and sobbed. His legs hurt and he knew why, he didn't want to admit it though. He sobbed to himself.

He cried all the way to the phone booth. When he saw it, it was as if God had sent him a personal invitation to get help. He had evidence. His hands were shaky, he was bleeding, vomiting, dizzy, scared, and very fucking cold. He dialed the number.

723-827-0017

"Who is this?" Once he heard his professor talk, he felt his knees go weak of relief. But he only had five minutes to talk.

"I-it's Izuku, sir. Uhm, I-I got kicked out and I-I don't know where I am, a-and it's cold, and I'm hurt, and s-some fucking guy kept- I-I don't know what to do, but I only h-have four minutes to talk."

"Okay, okay, what's a landmark you can see?" His teacher tried not to let worry bleed through, especially when he cut himself off after bringing up a guy.

"T-there is a sushi diner. It's called Chen's fish and food. I-It's across the street from the phone booth."

"Okay, I know where you are. I'm gonna come get you, okay? I'm gonna take you to a hospital depending on what's going on, and we'll get you checked out. You'll be okay. I'm not far from there, can you hang on for fifteen minutes?"

"Y-yeah, but please hurry. I can t-tell it's not a good neighborhood." Aizawa is familiar with the neighborhood. He yells at his husband to get down there and that Izuku called. He explained a bit but him and his husband both went to get him. When they see him they gasp. He's covered in blood. His shirt is now red. His face is bruised. His wrists are swollen. What Aizawa doesn't miss, are the very, very fresh hickies. Izuku is sobbing. He doesn't even realize that they're there.

"Hey kiddo," Aizawa mumbles sadly. Izuku shoots his head up. He couldn't even imagine the kind of pain that Izuku is going through.

"Hey, how about we go to the hospital. You look really beaten up." Izuku can't deny his concerns. He just stands up, ignoring the pain that shoots through his legs. His legs shake as they walk to the car, Aizawa also doesn't miss that. Hizashi drives and Aizawa chooses to sit next to Izuku.

"So, kid, you said something about a guy. You cut yourself off, what happened?" Izuku tenses up. Izuku knew what the word was, he just really did not want to say it. He never, ever wanted to say what happened.

"Izuku, did it have something to do with violence?" Aizawa picked up on what was happening. Aizawa had a guess. Not an answer, but a guess.

"Kind of."