fic prompt: "Aizawa gets a heart attack during homeroom and now the students have to deal with it while a few of them run for another teacher"
damn y’all just immediately came for my neck huh
quick disclaimer: i forgot some of what i learned for first aid training, i’m relying on online sources to refresh and inform me, and i am now hoping that this is accurate enough please don’t hit me ;-;
this is the first time i’ve ever written momo’s pov i hope i did okay!!
when is this in the timeline you ask? i don’t know either :))
Momo sat primly on her chair, tapping her pencil on her notebook, ready to write down anything of importance. Sharp eyes took note of her teacher’s haggard appearance.
Aizawa-sensei stood in front of the class, slouch even more pronounced than usual, making his homeroom announcements. His usual eyebags had grown into luggages, his skin paler and carried a hint of gray. One hand clutched his coffee mug like a lifeline, his other gripping harshly on the edge of the podium, knuckles white as if straining to keep him upright. His head was slightly bowed, heavy-lidded eyes periodically squinting at the papers he had brought with him as he talked.
Aizawa-sensei took a gulp of his coffee and set the mug down, rubbing a hand on his jaw, probably a bruise from a fight last night. Villain activity had escalated greatly in the last week. All UA’s hero teachers had been showing the toll it took on them, growing progressively worse as the days went by without any signs of the situation slowing.
Her teacher raised his head to look right at them as he rubbed at his chest. “Well, those are all the announceme—”
He suddenly collapsed behind the podium, clutching at his chest. The entire class stood up in alarm, leaning over their desks, “Sensei!?” Their sensei was one of the strongest people they knew, he didn’t just collapse. Aizawa-sensei had still taught them even mostly mummified after the USJ incident even though it was clear how hard it was to do so.
Aizawa-sensei’s speech was interrupted by his gasp.
“Cla— Class. Call someone, I think I’m having a heart atta—” Aizawa-sensei’s breath stuttered before he could finish his sentence.
How could sensei be so calm about this? No, no, Momo, focus.
Half the class nearly ran on the way to their gasping teacher, Momo with them. She searched for the fastest in their class amidst the chaos.
“Midoriya-san, please get a teacher and inform them of the situation!” He just looked frozen, stood near their teacher. “Midoriya-san!” she called once more as she made her way closer to her gathered classmates at the front of the room.
Midoriya snaps out of it with a sharp nod, speeding through the doors as fast as he could.
Now that that’s taken care of—
“Move, you idiots! Give him space to breathe!” Faint explosions cracked in Bakugou’s hands.
—she looks to Iida, her eyes urging him to calm the others down. He nodded in understanding, moving to corral their classmates; his hands and voice sharply cutting through the air.
Momo kept her voice calm but strong to make herself heard over the rising crescendo of her classmates’ voices. “Please move. I know CPR, let me near.”
They immediately moved at her words, receding like the tide. Aizawa-sensei had passed out. She kneeled and noticed somebody had already taken off Aizawa-sensei’s capture scarf. Her sharp eyes found Uraraka who had her arms full of the grey weapon.
She made sure to move him into a horizontal position and that his airways were clear. Bent perpendicularly over his torso, Momo put her hands on his chest, locked her elbows straight, and started chest compressions.
She counted. One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three one thousand. Four one thousand—
As she counted, she kept wishing. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.
Even when her heart shivered, her hands pushed steadily.
Momo didn’t know how long she’d been pushing but it must have not been long since her arms hadn’t tired yet when Midoriya burst through the doors, Mic-sensei and Thirteen-sensei hot on his heels. The class turned completely silent when they entered. Momo steadily kept on with the chest compressions even with the interruption. She couldn’t just stop what if—
“Yaoyorozu-san. Yaoyorozu-san, we’re here to take Eraserhead to the infirmary.” Thirteen-sensei’s voice interrupted her spiraling thoughts. “You can stop, we’ll take it from here.” A gloved hand patted her on the back and she reluctantly stopped, sitting on her heels.
Sweat beaded on her forehead and she hurriedly wiped it away, watching as her teachers gathered Aizawa-sensei.
“One, two.” They hoisted him up but before they went, Mic-sensei turned his head to look at them.
“Stay here. We’ll be back and don’t worry, Eraserhead will be fine.” Mic-sensei smiled even through the eyebags his stylish sunglasses couldn’t hide.
Momo’s voice passed her lips without her prompting. “But—”
Mic-sensei’s sighed and his smile grew wider. “You can see him later.”
The entire class nods and, with that, the two teachers hurriedly but carefully carried their colleague out the classroom.
Momo fidgeted as she continued to sit on her heels on the floor. Please be okay. Hopefully, someone in the heavens might hear her and grant her wish. She didn’t know all her classmates wished the same.
With a deep, calming breath, she stood and helped Iida usher their classmates into their seats to wait. Aizawa-sensei’s collapse replayed in their minds as they fought to keep still on their seats.
Some of them calmed themselves down enough to already start on cards for Aizawa-sensei. Some were folding paper. Momo ended up producing matryoshka dolls and other miscellaneous things in her anxiety.
Almost a quarter of an hour passed before Mic-sensei—Momo almost forgot their next period was English—came into the classroom again.
The class was entirely stock-still, waiting for news with bated breath.
“Eraserhead will be a-okay. Y’all can visit him later!” Mic-sensei announced with fervor, arms spread with a huge smile on his face. The atmosphere in the classroom lightened, many of them sighing in relief. Momo’s shoulders finally relaxed.
“Recovery Girl said you can all visit him by lunch, sound good?” Mic-sensei continued. Everyone nodded vigorously. “Alright, with that settled, let’s learn some tenses! Yeah!”
Most of the students let out a collective groan, bringing some normalcy after the hectic morning they’d had.
Momo took her pencil again and poised it over her notebook, ready to take notes; her other hand fiddled with a matryoshka she’d anxiously produced earlier.
When the lunch bell rang, the entirety of class 1-A almost ran over Cementoss who had just exited their classroom.
Iida voiced a quick apology on behalf of the class before taking off with his other classmates.
Cementoss just smiled despite the near flattening he had experienced, watching their backs, before heading to the faculty room. What great kids.
They skidded to a stop in front of the infirmary, prompting bewildered glances from nearby students. Why is an entire class here?
Almost all of 1-A clamored at the door of the infirmary, knocking on the door. They could hardly contain their anticipation to see their beloved teacher okay.
Their noise ceased when the door to the infirmary slowly opened. To say some of them had stopped breathing wouldn’t be inaccurate.
Iida stepped up and bowed to Recovery Girl, voice respectful but a bit loud. “We wish to see Aizawa-sensei!”
Recovery Girl good-naturedly bopped him on the head. “Don’t be too loud. Eraserhead is still asleep but you can see him for a bit, just don’t wake him up.”
Everyone’s heads nodded in sync.
“Now then,” Recovery Girl said with a smile, “line up first, only a few people can see him at a time.”
Barely had the words “line up” left her lips before all of them scrambled into a line. Recovery Girl almost couldn’t stop her laughter at their antics, restraining herself to only let her mirth shake her shoulders. She motioned the first five in.
When Momo’s turn came, she saw the veritable mountain of well-wishing cards, origami, and other odds and ends her classmates had brought for their recovering teacher. She placed the matryoshka doll she had produced on the pile along with an attached piece of paper with her well-wishes.
Her eyes then landed on her teacher nestled in the infirmary bed. He looked a little better than earlier at least. His skin had regained some color and lost its grayish tint. His luggages for eyebags hadn’t lightened much but at least he was sleeping.
He’ll be okay. He’s okay.
Momo didn’t even know she was still holding her breath until she let it out and her shoulders fully relaxed.
When Shouta comes to, he wakes up to the infirmary’s white walls. Rays of sunlight from the window signified it was currently mid-afternoon, the clock confirming his theory. It was morning last he’d checked, what—
Ah. He remembered. It was probably a heart attack. Yaoyorozu had probably performed chest compressions on him, his chest was a bit sore; he knew she was the only one who’d had first aid training before.
Recollection done, he turns his head and—
A mountain of a pile of cards, origami, and other knick-knacks filled his vision. What in the world?
Then Shouta’s eyes landed on one of the covers.
‘Get well soon, Aizawa-sensei!’ was written in bold pink.
An unbidden smile crossed his face and he reached out for the card. He was motioning to open it before he heard small footsteps coming near.
“You’re awake,” Shuuzenji said, drawing closer with a smile on her lips. She’d caught him smiling at the pile.
“Mm.” Shouta didn’t move to put back the card he had in his hands.
“You really scared us, you know. Especially your kids. You should’ve seen them earlier, almost stampeded their way in.”
Shouta was not sure if he should apologize for that and instead let out a “Hm.”
Shuuzenji didn’t leave his side as he goes through all of the things he was left. His smile never left its place and only grew wider, fonder, warmer.
“…They’re good kids,” Shouta said when he finishes the pile. His eyes lingered on the things his kids left him with.
“They really are, aren’t they?” Shuuzenji matched his smile, eyes crinkling.
The day after the heart attack incident, class 1-A anxiously waited to see if their homeroom teacher was okay. Aizawa-sensei had been sent home by the time dismissal came around.
The door opened and Aizawa-sensei stepped in, looking better than yesterday. Everyone gathered their breath to shout—
“Wait.” Aizawa-sensei put a hand up, eyes stern. “You have five minutes to get it out of your system. Go.”
The entire five minutes ended up chaotic with shouted well-wishes and gladness that he was okay and if he were all right and everything else in the same lines.
When the five minutes ended, the cacophony came to an abrupt stop when Aizawa-sensei eyes flashed red when he activated his Erasure. Aizawa-sensei took a deep breath.
“Thank you for your well-wishes. Yes, I am fine. Thank you especially to Yaoyorozu for helping me.” Aizawa-sensei seemed to be going as fast as he could to get over it, his mild embarrassment showing in a light pink tint to his cheeks.
The class just beamed at him.
“On that note, your first aid classes have been moved forward. You’ll be having them in the coming days starting today.”
Momo sat, her frame frozen and her classmates the same.
They were glad. They were relieved. They were never going to be caught off-guard with an emergency like that ever again.
and there we have it! the first prompt fill of the month :)) it’s actually the first prompt i’ve ever filled i hope you like it!! i did not expect to write so much on just the first day but let’s hope i continue on this vein :DD
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edit: posted on ao3 here