Dear Aizawa,

Thank you for always being there, thank you for caring about me. Thank you so much for believing that I could be a hero. Thank you so much for the extra tutoring sessions you gave me, even though you said to the rest of the class they'd have to deal with the extra study themselves.

Thank you for always encouraging me to ignore the voices saying 'you can't do this' or 'you'll never be a hero'.

In a way I guess they were right now, I'm dying, and i'll never be a hero.

But in another way altogether, they were wrong. Because of you, your guidance, I believe I could've been a hero. Not the best, mind you. But a hero nonetheless. I overheard you talking one day in the teacher's lounge. You had been talking about quitting being a teacher in a couple of years.

I implore you, please don't. You've been such an inspiration for me.

Almight may be the best hero by civilian and government heroes. But you bright up, train, and mold your students to be the best of the best. And that in my view, makes you so much better.

Love, Denki Kaminari.

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Kirishima POV

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I sat in class, Present Mic was droning on and on about nouns and participles and some kinda verbs. I wasn't really paying attention, all I could think about was Denki. I was worried about him, if only I could find out who was causing his hanahaki. Had he told them he liked them? He should, maybe they would like him back.

I growled softly in irritation, Kami was so funloving and carefree. He always made people laugh. How could anyone not love him?

I felt something kick my chair from behind me, it was Mina. She looked at me and then at Present mic, who had somehow teleported in front of me.

I looked up at my teacher, "uh...." I said, I looked around to the bakusquad for help.

I saw Midoriya-bro looking at me with a worried expression. He held up his hands and signed something.

Me and him both had learned sign language as a way to communicate with deaf civilians when we become heroes.

"It's a present participle..." I said, looking down at my desk.

"Very good!" Present mic nearly screeched, he went back to the front of the room to teach again.

I sighed and slumped over my desk slightly and looked across the room at Bakugou. Bakugou was looking at Kirishima, he didn't look angry, which was rare. Instead, he looked rather glum. I couldn't blame him though.

After a while, the school bell finally rang and I and all the other students filed out of the classroom. Bakugou came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I think I know how to find out who gave Denki hanahaki," he said in a soft whisper, not wanting the other students to really hear him.

I blinked in surprise, one at Bakugou's soft tone, and two because I hadn't thought about it anyway but straight up asking Kaminari.

"How..." I asked skeptically.

Bakugou looked at me with a look that made me instantly know I would have conflict with his idea.

"His journal," Bakugou said, "the one he carries around all the time."

I frowned deeply and shook my head instantly, "Bakugou that's private! Plus I don't know where he keeps it."

Bakugou was about to reply, when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I saw another hand on Bakugou's shoulder.

Aizawa looked at us, he looked sad, like he had been crying.

"Boys, it would be best if you just went to see him. Keep him company. There is nothing that can be done," he said softly.

He ruffled Bakugou's hair, squeezed my shoulder, and then went to Present Mic's room.

I blinked in shocked silence. Bakugou was even at a loss for words. That's when I noticed that EVERYONE in the hallways were at a loss for word. I turned to Bakugou.

"I think he's right, Bakugou. Even if we find the person..." I murmured.

Bakugou sighed, "we can't force them to love him, I know. But sometimes you don't consider loving someone until...."

I looked at Bakugou, then I looked down. "I know."

I felt a subtle ache in my chest, a pain that made me want to burst into tears. I wanted to run to my room and break down in sobs.

But that wasn't manly.

So instead, me and Bakugou started for recovery girl's office.

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Aizawa went over to his loud blonde. Present mic looked up as Aizawa came in and instantly went over to Aizawa.

"What's wrong, Shota?" he asked worriedly.

Tears rolled down Aizawa's pale face and he pulled Yamada into a hug. Holding Hizashi close to his chest as he buried his face into the blond's shoulder.

Present Mic bit his lip and hugged Shota tightly. The raven-haired teacher wasn't usually a touchy-feely person, but when he was sad or upset, he wanted all the love he could get to comfort him.

Aizawa's shoulders slowly began to shake as he began to let out more and more emotion.

"Why did it have to be him..." Shota choked out in a hoarse whisper, "why does it always have to be the best people who die so young."

Mic bit his lip, tears welling in his own eyes as Shota began to cry harder into his shoulder. He looked down at the worn-out teacher in his arms and he rested his chin on top of Aizawa's head gently and rubbed Aizawa's back comfortingly.

"Sometimes," Yamada murmured, "the world is so evil and so corrupt. That whatever gods or fate, see that the good people have the most hardships. Sometimes it is a blessing for them to die young, it saves them from pain in the future."

Aizawa looked at Yamada and nodded a little, then looked down, "the worst thing about it is..."

He turned his head away from Hizashi and his shoulders began to shake more violently.

"He reminds me so much of Oboro Shirakumo."