Shota Aizawa opened his eyes after three days. He looked at the white ceiling, felt the plastic oxygen mask keeping him alive, and saw the IV drips digging into his flesh, keeping his body hydrated.

His head hurt, and the memory of the time before that was a blur.

"Shota? Are you awake?"

Was Yamada seriously whispering? Something awful must have happened.

"Ya-mada," he croaked out, his throat feeling dry and scratchy.

Mic would have hugged him if he could. Aizawa turned his head slightly to look at him, and something akin to relief flooded in him when he saw the look in those eyes.

"It's been three days since the attack...thank Goodness you are awake, Recovery girl would be here soon. You gave all of us a scare, getting all your bones smashed up like that."

Yamada was rambling, and Aizawa let him ramble, trying to make sense of the information he had just received.

There had been an attack at USJ.

He had been gravely injured.

Yamada was worried sick.

He had been sleeping for three days.

The Recovery Girl appeared hearing Mic's ramble.

"Ah, so he had finally broken his vow of silence," she commented before going to check on the bed-ridden Aizawa.

"Your bones will take a while to heal, and you will have issues with your Quirk, but otherwise you are alright," she said, taking his mask off.

Aizawa breathed the sterile smell of the hospital and sighed. His head was beginning to pound. The Recovery Girl was patiently taking the IV drips out. He closed his eyes, making his mind blank. The memories were returning from the attack.

And he felt like crying.

Because he remembered one of his students, Bakugo, lying in a deathlike state, with his explosions extinguished.

Or maybe it was just because of his dry eye.

"There, it's done," Recovery Girl said, "Stay here for the night. Yamada don't annoy him too much."

"Of course, of course," Mic said as she went out of the room.

"Help me get up, please," Aizawa groaned. He wanted to sleep, and wanted to be awake at the same time.

Mic helped him up, slowly.

Aizawa rarely said please.

"What happened to Bakugo?" he asked, the awful feeling in his gut intensifying with the look Mic gave him.

"He will live....but he had lost his Quirk.... possibly forever."

Aizawa's mind went blank.

Some pro hero he was.

He couldn't even save his own students.

He knew he couldn't save everyone, knew that very well from first-hand experience, however the guilt tearing at him didn't lesson. His eyes were prickling again. He shut them, the white of the hospital blinded him.

"Aizawa," Mic began, having slipped into the last name again, "It will be fine, okay? Bakugo is still alive, he still has the potential to—"

Aizawa nodded blankly.

"And if I am not mistaken, that was Endeavor's youngest son, and another unidentified fifteen year old."

Mic was silent. He realised Aizawa's train of thought only too well.

"Endeavor had lied in that case...or maybe he is as thick as they say," Mic mumbled, placing a hand on Aizawa's shoulders.

They were shaking.

His hand wasn't pushed away.

This was the second biggest disaster Aizawa had seen during his time at UA, as a student and teacher.

Bakugo's eyes had opened to the same hospital ceiling that Aizawa had woken up to. Blankly he stared at his bandaged left palm.

He tried with every bit of his will to bring forth an explosion.

Nothing happened.

A tear slipped from his open eyes.

He was indeed Quirkless.