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tw for ed? hi ducky 'm sorry but could you do an emergency request with aizawa (mha) comforting male student reader for relapsing into their binge/restrict cycle and struggling with their inner thoughts? thank you so much in advance and for everything you do :((

Well hey howdy hey, Nonnie!

I’m gonna push this one up bc I’m feeling this hardcore rn.

If you need any help whatsoever please please please reach out to me.

I love you so much; you are NOT alone.

CW BELOW THE CUT: descriptive ED behavior.

𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝐴𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑎

When you had first enrolled in U.A, your eating disorder was at its absolute peak.

You were so dead set on how you looked, and what your prospective classmates may think of you, that you just couldn’t stop breaking yourself down.

However, a few months passed and you felt nothing but love and support from your classmates, save for the famously aloof Bakugo of course. (He may not show it, but he secretly does care about your well-being).

You had managed to keep yourself in a good spot with your relationship with food. It was easy to stay pleased with yourself when you were surrounded by great support systems.

You dared not tell a single soul about your ED. You figured that you had recovered, and that you could put the past behind you.

Oh how wrong you were…

During the attack at the USJ, you were unable to contribute any help to the resistance effort. All-Might seemed to be reduced to nothing in front of you, and you could only watch as your classmates fought their foot in the grave.

“Oh dear…” a voice cooed by you, “It seems being an accessory is all you’re good for. Perhaps if you trained like your classmates, you’d be able to defeat one of us.”

A villain, who’s name you didn’t know, came behind you and gently caressed your neck, electricity pulsing out of his fingertips.

After a quick shock to your neck, you were out like a light…

You awoke in Recovery Girl’s office, mind fixated on one thing.

“Perhaps if you trained like your classmates, you’d be able to defeat one of us.”

After that moment, you suddenly felt sick. You refused the food that Recovery Girl offered you, claiming that your mouth was numb from the electricity attack.

A week passed and you recovered, happy to return to your dorm room. You were glad to be back, but you were rapidly losing weight. This fact was to your great pleasure. You deduced that since all of the unwanted “fat” that you had was gone, you could focus on building up muscle and stamina.

You worked your ass off, so to say. Consuming no more than one meal a day, and vigorously working out at any free moment. Every time you stepped on the scale to see the numbers drop, you praised yourself.

As great as the high of losing weight was, you’d soon be faced with the consequences.

Overtime, you began to grow very lethargic. You could barely stay awake in your classes anymore, and were always freezing cold.

This didn’t go unnoticed by your teacher. He noticed your recent weight loss, and how you were behaving, and prayed in his mind that his assumptions would be false.

Unfortunately for both of you, they weren’t. During a particularly rigorous training session with your classmates, you had never been in a more terrifying situation.

“(Y/L/N), on your left!” Izuku cried, swiftly rushing to your side and punching the menacing robot.

“I- oh! Thanks, Midoriya!” You chirped, wiping the sweat from your brow.

Aizawa noticed your growing tiredness, standing at the ready in the event he had to step in and stop you.

You used your quirk to hoist yourself into the air, you effortlessly glided through with a smile on your face. You brought your arms up in defense of the robot in front of you, preparing for battle.

As you lined up for a punch, your vision blurred, your head squeezed in pain, and you felt your stomach cramp up hellishly. With a cry of pain, you fell quickly out of the air.

Aizawa couldn’t remember a time that he ran faster…

The dark-haired male absolutely sprinted to your side, diving down at the last minute to catch you in his arms. “I’ve got you, kiddo. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

You whimpered, arms around your aching torso. “H-Hurts, Mr. A-Aizawa.”

“Shhh. I know, I know.” Your teacher said gently, moving rising to his feet with you in his arms. “Stay with me, please. You can’t fall asleep on me until I know for sure that you’re safe. Do you think you can cover your ears for me?”

You nodded, doing so.

“LISTEN UP!” Aizawa suddenly yelled, “I have to take (Y/L/N) to Recovery Girl’s office immediately. Carry on with your training as planned. Iida, you’re in charge.”

The rest of your classmates ad-libbed their approval, and Shouta was soon carrying you out of gym Gamma.

“Okay, here’s how this is gonna go.” He said softly, “You can either tell me what’s been happening, or I can tell you what I think is happening. Either way, I have to know for sure.”

You opened your mouth to reply to him, but we’re only met with tears welling up in your eyes. “I-I’m-“

“It’s okay, I promise I won’t judge you. You’re not in trouble, and I won’t tell anyone. You’re safe with me entirely.” Aizawa hugged you close to him, hoping to provide you with some comfort.

“I- I can’t.” You whimpered.

Your teacher knelt before a bench, placing you on it ever so gently. He took both of your hands and looked into your panicked eyes. “(Y/N), you’re one of my students and I love you like a son. I couldn’t imagine the world if anything happened to you. So please, help me understand.”

You hung your head low as you cried harshly, “I- I do-don’t wan’ ea-eat anymore, M-Mr. ‘Zawa.”

The dark-haired male closed his eyes and sighed. So he was right… he pulled your shaking figure close to him and hugged you with the most gentlest touch. “I understand.” He whispered, “Thank you for telling me. You’re so very brave.”

The quiet corridor was filled with your anguished sobs as your teacher tried his best to reassure you. He tried to let you know that he was there for you no matter what.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” He asked, gently running his hand along the top of your head.

“M-Mhm.” You sputtered, hiccuping.

“You’re improving very quickly, and it’s not because of your physical appearance.” The male soothed, “I’ve noticed how much higher your grades are. I’ve noticed how your reaction time has skyrocketed. I noticed your speed and stamina are almost unmatched. I know I can’t fix this overnight, though I wish entirely in my heart that I could, but I will be with you every step of the way.”

“You shine like the sun in my class, and I would hate to lose my sunshine child. Lord only knows I’ve got too many buffoons to babysit, so it’s nice to have someone to look forward to in your class every day.”

This earned a chuckle from you.

“It’s just you and me, okay? I won’t tell a soul about this, except for Recovery Girl, so that she can help you exactly how she needs to. But this can be between the three of us. No one else has to know, and it certainly isn’t their business. Does that sound okay?”

“Y-yeah.” You replied with a yawn.

“Good. I know it’s all scary right now, and I know that you just want yourself to look and feel different, but I promise you this isn’t worth it. If you really want to work on your physique, I can help you with safe ways to do so. Regardless, you’re not in trouble whatsoever, and I’m incredibly thankful that you were able to tell me what was wrong. We’ll get through this together.”

Before he could say anything else, he noticed your peacefully sleeping figure against him. He couldn’t help but smile at you as he carefully hoisted you up to rest on his shoulder. “Didn’t I tell you not to fall asleep?” He whispered, adjusting you to rest comfortably.

“It’s you and me against the world, Sunshine Child.”

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