I love them This is the only solid information I have for them (I don’t have any more because I simply just lack the brain cells right now ) As for their birthdates, I really didn’t think it is necessary. Just that Yuuji is 2 years older than Ryuuji Btw thank you so much for the feedback, I really didn’t expect people to like them this much
Warnings: None, Swf. Pretty Long, but all my chapters are long so nothing new with that. Contains use of flashbacks.
Aizawa x OC (Mai Montoya, Pro Hero Zion)
Chapter Synopsis: Counselor Mai Montoya focuses on preparing the students for their work study in this chapter. It also mentions a little more about her past in work study and mentions more about her relationship with her mom. Maybe some slight romantic moments with Aizawa…
If you want to read of the events before this chapter here is the Master List
“Now, I don’t know why you insist on healing you faster when I told you that you have two weeks left with a normal check-up.” Recovery Girl stood up on the bed as she was checking Aizawa’s injuries.
“I just want to be over with it. Plus, I’m tired of having Mai over.” Ouch.Recovery Girl didn’t look amused, so she smacked Aizawa in the shoulder, making him wince, “What the hell?”
“Don’t be rude to my Mai. She didn’t have to take care of you for this long.” She then kissed him on the head, activating her healing quirk. “I’ll heal the injuries on your face and make it so you can use your arms, but you have to promise me to keep them bandaged up. As for the rest of your injuries, your legs seem to be okay enough that you don’t need my quirk. The same for your abdominal area.” Recovery Girl then reached over for my hand for assistance when she wanted to get off the hospital bed. “You can’t push yourself too much, Aizawa. Mai, sweetheart, can you help me with wrapping Aizawa up? The gauze is on the counter over there. I have to go check on a student.”
The little old lady scurried off with her cane to check on a student that came in with symptoms of a cold. I stood up from the seat next to the bed to grab the gauze she pointed out to me. To be fair, I only think Aizawa was rushing to heal, so that way, his students didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Either that or he just wanted to avoid the fact that he almost died, and his injuries are a reminder of that. I don’t blame him; I would’ve been the same way. I went closer to Aizawa and motioned him to move his arms up. He stayed quiet as I moved to wrap the gauze around him. I tried to avoid caressing the bruises and scars littering his porcelain skin. That was all nothing compared to any mental pain he’s endured. Every muscle, every scar, all came from hard work to improve himself as a hero. And that motivation came from losing the one person that embodied what it meant to be a hero. I remember Aizawa back when he was an insecure lanky string bean. A person who never thought he was good enough to be a hero because of his quirk.
Seeing that boy turn into this man before me struck me both with pride and worry. Aizawa clearly proved himself wrong and became a great, even selfless, hero. But he still held the burden that all of us did when Oboro died. So, it’s not like he or any of us could really be happy with ourselves. I mean, he literally told Recovery Girl to heal him faster so he can go back to work properly instead of being held back by his injuries. Once I was done wrapping his abdomen, I told him to put his arms back down as I went to look at his head and face.
His grey tired eyes searched my face while I examined his head. It looked like Recovery Girl did what she said and healed whatever was left of his injuries in that area. I held his face in both of my hands while I observed it. Nothing out of the ordinary, he practically looked the same as he did before aside from this scar under his right eye. He was still as effortlessly pretty as always. Not even the scar could change that. We made eye contact, but no words were exchanged. I felt that same gravitational pull tugging at the two of us. It was specifically pulling at my heart because it was aching to have him hold it. But I ignored the pull. I moved my hand to move his hair out of his face pretending to check his forehead. “Well, it looks like the old lady did a good job with your head injuries; you’re practically good as new.”
I felt hands resting above my hips as the rumble sang through, “Practically?”
I went to caress the scar under his eye with my thumb, “Yeah, she left a scar. But I’m sure it’s not a big deal to you. I’ll just replace the gauzing on your arms, and you could go to the classroom.”
I leaned over to grab more gauze and the scissors when Aizawa tightened his grip, “Make sure the students won’t be able to see the gauze. I don’t want them to know I’m not fully healed.” I paused my movement and looked back at him. “I don’t want them to worry. Or be reminded of the attack. So don’t give me that face.”
“Don’t want them to be reminded of the attack. Are you sure it’s just them?” I muttered.
“Mai.”
“Aizawa.”
“Call me, Shota.” I sighed and started wrapping his left arm, avoiding eye contact. “You used to call me by Shota. What happened?”
“I’m trying to be formal. Not familiar. And I am a counselor, so I know when someone has unresolved issues. You could always just ask me for a therapy session.”
“Okay. Well, I hate that you don’t call me Shota.” I gave him an irritated look. “You wanted me to talk. I’m talking. You let me call you, Mai.”
“Because I’m American, I’m used to it.” I stopped wrapping the gauze around once I got to his wrist. Hopefully, it wouldn’t show as he wanted. “Plus, we haven’t been close to each other enough for me to call you by Shota anymore. I only called you Shota because you never told me not to, especially when I needed to be comforted by a friend. But that’s not our relationship currently, so I call you by Aizawa or Eraserhead.” I felt the hands that were previously on my hips fall slowly, hesitantly, as if they didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want them to let go. “If you want me to call you Shota, I could start. I just won’t during work hours.”
“It’s not that. It’s just that… I notice you stop yourself from calling me by my name, so I just wanted you to know it was okay if you do.” Aizawa averted his eyes from mine with slight embarrassment tinting his cheeks. I went to hold his hand and gave him a small smile.
“Thanks for letting me know that it’s okay.” He gave me a small genuine smile back. One of those rare Shota Aizawa smiles that didn’t resemble the Joker’s. And as always, those rare smiles made me feel nothing but warmth. Aizawa then handed me his other arm to wrap up.
“Alright, how are my two favorite students doing?” Recovery Girl came trotting in. “Aizawa treated you nicely, right?” She gave me a wink while poking Aizawa’s knee.
We both nodded in response.
“Alright, good. Aizawa, please, as I said, take it easy. And please, Mai, make sure he does. Do whatever spell you have that gets him not to be his workaholic zombie self because the boy needs it.” Recovery Girl then went to grab a bottle of over the counter pain medication. “When I’m done with you today, you should only be needing the over the counter stuff and not the prescribed medication you were given.” She then looked over to me after handing him the medicine, “You can leave now, sweetie. I’ll take care of him from here on out.” I simply nodded and kneeled to give her a quick kiss on the cheek while ruffling Aizawa’s hair on my way out.
On my way out, I ran into All Might as he headed towards the teacher’s lounge. “Oh, Mai, I’m glad to run into you. I needed to talk to you about something.”
I tried to slow down my steps for him to catch up, which didn’t take him too long to do, “What did you need?”
“It’s about the work-study the first years are doing. I was thinking maybe training Young Midoriya, but I wanted your advice on it since it might look like I’m being…”
“Biased? Playing favorites? Yeah, I wouldn’t suggest having him work under you.” I bluntly spoke as I looked over to the tall, muscular form of my former mentor.
“I trained you. And you turned out to be a great pro.” He defended.
“It was still a biased situation. You had me intern under you after my incident with the yakuza and my grandfather. Where you saved me.”
The man pouted, “I guess you’re right. Maybe he can train under you?”
“I’m not on active duty, so I can’t take him as a work-study student.” I thought for a moment about Midoriya’s training. He needed someone who understood how his quirk worked and will build his strength and work with his limitations. Someone who had experience in teaching. If he’s truly to be All Might’s successor, he needed someone who could handle teaching him. I was most definitely not that person. Especially right now, I can’t let any of my students follow down that path with my suspension. Then one person came into mind that I thought was perfect. “What about Gran Torino? Do you know if he has his teaching license still? I talk to him from time to time, but I never ask.”
The symbol of peace’s face turned pale as his sunken eyes nearly popped out of his eye sockets. I couldn’t help but look at him with a confused expression. “No. We are not calling Gran Torino to teach Midoriya.”
“Oh, come on. He’s not that bad. He was nothing but a sweet teacher to me. Have you not told him about Izuku Midoriya yet?” I brushed off his concerns. Clearly, he was overreacting.
“He was sweet to you but not to me! I highly doubt he would treat Midoriya the same way he treats you.” The man visibly shivered at the thought of his old teacher training Midoriya.
“I’m sure Izuku Midoriya will handle whatever the old man throws at him. I’ll send him a message asking if he’s interested in teaching him.” The symbol of peace choked up and coughed up a little. I had to go and make sure that he was okay while we were walking, “Honestly, I wished Recovery Girl, and I could’ve found a way to heal your injuries better so that way you wouldn’t be slowly dying.”
My old mentor chuckled and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. “With my recklessness, I highly doubt any more healing would’ve done anything.” He patted my head, “It’s not your responsibility to take care of me. You need to remember that.” He said that, but I remember that day. It’s hard to forget. It took everything in me to forget about it. It was my fault that he was injured so badly.
“You know that’s not true. You’re like a father to me! I take up the responsibility because you mean so much to me.” I gave him a stern worrisome face while he sucked in a breath. Beads of sweat glistening from his forehead. Poor guy only masks being strong. I grabbed the tissue pack I kept in my bag, levitated myself to reach up to his height, and gently wiped his face. “You, Nezu, Gran Torino, even Nighteye, were all I had to raise me when I couldn’t be with my mom. Taking care of all of you is the least I can do to repay you for all you did for me. I love you all.” Toshinori just let out a large sigh and let the worry in his face fall to a relaxed one.
“Sometimes, it feels like I failed you as a mentor, so hearing you think of me as a father figure really impacts me. I might be the symbol of peace, but hearing what you think of me is my greatest achievement and honor, Mai.” I couldn’t help but smile brightly at him and gave him a small nod in reassurance.
“I’ll definitely tell Gran Torino to train him the way he did me; otherwise, he could forget me sending him his favorite homemade desserts from me, so you don’t have to worry about Midoriya.” I gave the man a quick pat on the head before levitating back to the ground.
“What will you be doing while the students are in work-study?”
“I’ll still be on-call to all my students. But with Aizawa not needing me anymore, I’ll probably be going back to my apartment and finally finish unpacking.” I scratched the back of my head sheepishly while Toshinori gave me a fake look of sternness. “I might also finally get back to my mom, she’s been emailing me since the incident, but I’ve avoided responding.”
“Why have you been avoiding talking to her?”
“Oh, the usual, don’t want to hear how she expected differently from me with how I was brought up. Especially since all the emails involve her wanting me to move to I-Island with her and Uncle Dave.” I shrugged while I noticed Toshinori grew rigged.
“I’m sure she’s just worried and wants what is best for you. It’s probably difficult to hear that your only child has been through so much hardship and not having any control over it.” He grew defensive but still tried to be kind to me. “You’re not the only one that had to endure trauma involving your grandparents. Your mother dealt with it longer.”
I squinted my eyes in suspicion at him, “How would you know if my mom dealt with abuse from my grandparents. The only thing you knew about them was how obsessed they were with getting rid of quirks. I’ve never mentioned anything about my mom’s relationship with them.”
His sunken eyes widened slightly, “Uhh, I just assumed. It’s hard to believe loving parents could make a switch as they did. But you’re right. I don’t know anything about your mother…” He bit his lip. Something told me that he knew more about her than he led on, but I didn’t have the time to interrogate him about it. “Anyhoo, I am glad to hear that Aizawa is feeling better. How are you two doing?”
I accidentally let out a small groan.
“That bad…”
“No. It’s not, I swear. I just get annoyed that that’s all anyone asks me about when they bring him up. Recently, it didn’t bother me too much because it was understandable. After all, he’s injured, and I’m taking care of him. But when it comes to work, everyone asks how our dynamic is because of our past.” I turned to him, “It’s like everyone assumes that we can’t be efficiently working together because we have a past.”
“Well, he was your first real friend, and when you left, you didn’t speak for about a decade. I can see why it’s a little concerning.”
“But we’re fine. We pushed it aside and just… ”
“Act like it didn’t happen until it gets awkward.”
“No…. maybe… I hate you sometimes. You know that?” Toshinori just laughed at me and pointed out that I still made my pouty disgruntled face that made me resemble a child. “All I ask is to bring up other things. I have other things going on. My life doesn’t revolve around Aizawa!”
“Okay, okay, I get that. I’ll make sure never to bring up you and Aizawa. But you do need to remember that half of the staff you hang around all were around you and him during your youth. So, it’s natural for them to be curious.”
“Stop being so wise. It’s weird. I’m used to quirk himbo you.” Toshinori just laughed at me again while I just huffed.
After both of the hero courses had their lessons and learned about their work studies, they all were left the rest of the day to review their offers and decide which pro to work under. Each of the students blew up my phone with messages and emails about wanting my help with their decisions. It was annoying the whole teacher lounge as my phone continued buzzing. I gave up and opened my phone and saw that my students were all waiting in their homeroom and the same with Class 1-B. I’ll make sure to spend at least an hour with both of the classes and make time later while I take my stuff back to my apartment to handle any more questions they have. I got up from my desk and decided to make my way to Class 1-A, not bothering to take any stuff with me. I wanted to make this more casual talk with the students rather than me counseling them.
I scrolled through the messages as I walked over:
Mina: MS. MONTOYA SOS (btw Denki also needs help)
Bakugo: I know I normally don’t message you, but I want your opinion on Best Jeanist.
Todoroki: Ms. Montoya… Should I work under my father or another pro?
Momo: Hello, Ms. Montoya. I have a list of high ranking female pros that I would like to review with you.
Iida: Hello, Mai. I don’t really need help deciding who I want to work under, but I would like to talk to you about my decision to work under Manual in Hosu.
Midoriya:Hi, Ms. Montoya! I have some questions about finding work-study opportunities since I didn’t have any offers.
Iida… Hosu… Why do I have a bad feeling about this? I walked in to see all my kids in the midst of having mental breakdowns. Like the first day I met them, they didn’t automatically notice me right away, so it gave me the advantage to sneak around them to the podium. They were really loud, so I had no other choice but to raise my voice… with Mic’s voice quirk.
“HELLO, CLASS!” Of course, I turned it down a bit to avoid blowing their eardrums up.
Nothing but a sea of eyes blinked at me. And then a roar of relief, cheers, and sighs erupted in the class. “Oh my god, Ms. Montoya, thank god you’re here! We need your help!”
I simply chuckled at their cuteness. “Okay, okay, calm down. All of you take a deep breath and put your shoulders back.” I demonstrated, and they all sat and followed my actions. “Now, exhale slowly and relax your shoulders.” I opened my eyes to see my kids all calmed down now. “Okay, so how are we going to do this?”
Mina raised her hand, “Can you just tell us about your experience with work-study? I feel like hearing someone talk about what they did might help us a lot. Plus, we love hearing you talk about your life.” She smiled brightly as her horns slightly wiggled… Her horns wiggle… adorable!
Wait, my experience with work-study… shit… that’s not really the nicest story… I’m sure I can just mention the nicer sides of it. I gulped slightly before beginning to speak. “Alright, well, I transferred to UA late, so I didn’t have any offers for work-study. But luckily, I made friends who recommended me to the pro they were working with, and they took me in.”
“So, do you all understand the protocol, my little chickadees?” Aizawa, Oboro, and I were all standing in front of the Pro Hero His Purple Highness and Midnight as he explained how he ran his agency. To say this is the oddest thing to happen to me since my move to Japan is more an understatement. I still had the first day I met Oboro undressing in front of the whole class to beat that. “You think you’ll be fine to catch up with us right, Montoya?”
I was a little nervous. It was all of our first work-study, so it wasn’t something I was behind on experience-wise. But it was my first time outside of the school, outside of my dorm, and I had to use my quirk. Use it to help people, so it was a little unnerving. I didn’t know if I was ready for it, but I had to rush myself to be whether I wanted to or not. I simply nodded in response.
“Good, I’m very excited to have another girl on my team to be paired with Midnight.” His Purple Highness gave me a warm smirk, “Nemuri has mentioned that you have a lot of potential, and I hope your time here shows it.”
Oboro gave me a small nudge and gave me a wink, “Look, you’re already the favorite.”
Aizawa simply gave me a small smile that didn’t go unnoticed by His Purple Highness, “Oi, Aizawa. You see that smile you have right there. You must give that smile to every civilian you meet, so they know they will be okay.” He then turned to me, “You too, Montoya. It is important to smile. Be friendly. You’re all too cute not to be smiling.” That comment made all three of us blush. Aizawa was practically a nervous peach. His smile faltered, and he looked mortified that the pro called him out. I couldn’t help but reach my hand out to him and hold his left hand lightly, giving him a tiny smile, which he returned.
I continued to tell the students about my first day of work-study at the Purple Revolution Agency. The more I talked, the more they relaxed, and their excitement bloomed. I didn’t go into full detail about all the other days of the work-study. I felt that the first day was the most important story to talk about. “And so, for me, it wasn’t my choice to work at the Purple Revolution. But my experience there did help me grow as a hero and as a person. I didn’t have a lot of experience with other people and my quirk, but I luckily got stuck with a good mentor to help me build a foundation. Heck, I never even smiled before working there. It really helped me a lot. So, I would make sure no matter who you work under, you take into consideration their teachings and thinking. You are meant to learn, after all. Also, make friends with whoever else is working at the agency with you. Think of it as an extended family.”
“So you really did know Aizawa since you were kids. No wonder you guys work so well together!” Asuyu pointed out.
“It’s hard to believe Aizawa showing any type of emotions…” Kaminari muttered.
“I think it’s cute how close you guys were! It’s almost like you guys had a crush on each other!” Mina said excitedly. Her eyes were practically heart-shaped.
“Did you guys listen to the point of my story?”
They all nodded, and Mina spoke out again, “Yes, but the way you talked about your friendship with Aizawa was also so interesting. So, am I right that you and Mr. Aizawa used to like each other? I’m assuming from your blushing that I am.” She smiled proudly. “‘Cause if so… Now I want to know more about what happened between you two?”
The rest of the class all looked intently at me, waiting for me to respond. I collected myself internally to avoid showing any embarrassment. “Nothing happened because we didn’t like each other.”
“Aw, why’d you have to break my heart, Ms. Montoya…” Mina pouted.
“I feel like she’s lying. I’ve noticed that she and Mr. Aizawa linger around each other, whether through looking at each other when the other isn’t noticing or simply by the way he always has her favorite coffee and breakfast ready for her when she comes to class. Or how she always makes sure to keep an extra bottle of eye drops for him.” Everyone, including myself, all stared at Aoyama. The class switched their gaze between him and me.
I was heated in embarrassment. Damn, kids do notice things you don’t. I went to look at the clock and then my phone. “Oh, look at the time. I need to get to talking to Class 1-B about their work-study as well. So I have to go. You guys can ask me more questions later. Love you all, good luck!” I practically ran out of the classroom… Despite the door being closed, I could still make out what they were talking about after I left.
“Aoyama is right. I mean, Ms. Montoya even took up the responsibility of taking care of him while he recovered. You can’t tell me that they’re just friends by that alone.” Asuyu mentioned.
“They would be so cute if they got together. It’s like the whole opposites attract thing.” Mina gushed.
“It’s kind of like, a love story where they could’ve been together when they were younger, but it never happened, but now that they’re older and more mature, they can finally be together. Ugh, those are my favorite kind!” Momo admitted. Gah, I hate kids…
“Maybe we shouldn’t be romanticizing our teacher and our counselor’s friendship. Friends can do all of that too.” Kirishima butted in. I always knew you were my favorite, Kirishima. Thank you.
I decided to compose myself and make my way over to Class 1-B. I already made them wait long enough. First, my friends, now my students are going to tease me about my old crush on Aizawa. Love that.
I was rushing through my duffle bag to find any non-work-related clothes to go out with Vlad. I already had my tablet and purse set aside and waiting. I decided to go with a tank top and cardigan with skinny jeans and white tennis shoes. I left my hair in a bun and smoothed down my flyaways. Once I was done getting ready, I grabbed my tablet and purse and rushed my way out of Aizawa’s office. Speaking of Aizawa, I walked into the living room to see him napping in his sleeping bag rather than on the couch with the numerous blankets I brought over from my place. I shook my head, not really in shock or anything, more just towards his silliness. I went around the apartment and cleaned up a little while waiting for Vlad. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when I heard the doorbell chime. I immediately went to grab the door when Aizawa beat me to it.
“Hey, Vlad.” Aizawa flatly said. He looked annoyed; maybe it was because his nap was interrupted.
“Hello, Aizawa, is Mai ready yet?” Vlad tried to look over him while I grabbed my stuff and got ready to leave.
I pushed past Aizawa, “Yes, I am. Hi, Vlad.” I smiled at him and gave him a once over, “You look nice.” He was wearing jeans, and a blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up.
“Thank you. You do too.” He returned my smile while reaching for my arm to start leaving.
“Ahem.” Aizawa halted us. “What time are you coming home?” There’s the word again. Home.Did he have to use that word? He could’ve just said, ‘When are you coming back?’ but no, he said, home. And of course, it gave me a tinge in my heart.
“Um, it depends on how much work we have to do. I’ll make sure to text you if I’m out late.” I gave him a light pat on his shoulder, “But in case you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, and I’ll come to your rescue.” I gave him a small wink and then made my way out. I just heard a grumble in response.
I gave all my attention to Vlad once we started to walk to the cafe Vlad had in mine for us to go and work.
“Aizawa was okay with you going out with him recovering?” Vlad asked while motioning to grab my bag for me.
I pushed his hand away and shook my head, “I think he was happy to not have me nagging him for the day.”
“How has it been for you guys living together?”
“It’s alright. Sometimes we’re at each other’s head and other times we’re pretty chill. Sometimes he takes naps while I’m doing work stuff. Or sometimes we’re both grading the students’ assignments together. So it really just depends on the day.” I shrugged.
Vlad stayed silent and gave me a slow nod as he listened, “How did the session with Bakugo today go?”
“Oh, I say it went pretty well.” I stared at my feet while walking before looking up at Vlad giving him a proud smile. “He asked for another session.”
Vlad wrapped an arm around me, “I’m glad to hear that the great Counselor Montoya broke through Katsuki Bakugo.”
“Yeah, well, I feel like I needed that little pep talk you gave me so thank you for that.”
“Anytime, shortie.” He gave me a small squeeze while holding me. It felt a little awkward to have his large frame lean over my smaller one, but it still felt nice. I couldn’t help but lean back into his side while holding his hand over my shoulder. It was peaceful. Something I kind of needed for the past few months. Heck, just these past weeks I needed some peace.
We stayed walking like this for the rest of the way to the coffee shop. Once we got there, I went straight to finding a booth while Vlad ordered our drinks and food. For the rest of the night, it was filled with work, but also some casual conversations about random topics. It was a breath of fresh air, but it still felt all familiar.
“Remember the time you and Oboro had to go chase down Mic and Tensei after he told them to grab a shopping cart and roll down a hill at Tensei’s full speed.” Vlad belted out a hearty laugh.
“Stop! I remembered a tripped over and started rolling down the hill while Oboro just laughed the whole way down on his stupid cloud.” I palmed my face, “It was so embarrassing. Ugh, if I didn’t love those idiots so much I wouldn’t have let it slide. I would’ve made sure they got reprimanded.”
“It’s hard to believe that those dumb kids turned into us.”
“Yeah, all of us but Hizashi seemed to grow to have a stick up our ass. But I’m pretty sure if you gave the old group the opportunity to be idiotic we would take it.” I smiled. My mind couldn’t help but wander over to my students. “Honestly, seeing the kids I counsel. They all remind me of us. Which makes me more self-aware of how reckless and clueless we were. But it definitely gives me a lot of hope that they’re going to grow up to be wonderful heroes.” I fingered the rim of my mug, “Especially if they learn from our mistakes instead of blindly following our heroic mantras.”
Vlad looked deeply at me silently agreeing. “Yeah, that’s kind of our responsibility now. Such a shame that you won’t be staying with the class and Aizawa after this year.” I stared blankly at him. Did I really forget this was all temporary? “You forgot that this was temporary until you got your suspension lifted, huh?”
I slumped back into the booth, “Well, its not my fault that I forgot. I’ve been busy and haven’t been updated on my status. None of my friends from the U.S. haven’t told me anything either. So, it kind of feels like I’ve already been here for a long time.” Vlad just nodded amusingly. “It feels like I should be prepared to stay. It doesn’t feel like I will be getting it lifted if it’s not even up for discussion.”
“Maybe it’s the time zones.” Vlad shrugged.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yeah, definitely the time zones.” More like the American hero community was more than happy to get rid of me when they saw the chance.
Once the little work date came to an end, Vlad walked me home with his arm draped over me and my bag in his hand. The walk was filled with light laughter. Onlookers and bystanders would’ve assumed we were a happy couple with the way we were, and honestly, I didn’t really mind it. Once we got to the door of the apartment, Vlad held my hand to stop me from opening the door. Giving himself a little more time to talk. The low lighting darkened his blood-red eyes. His voice was low to match his eyes, “I had a fun time tonight. Even if it mostly worked. Would you mind going out another time when it’s not work-related?” His eyes and smile were warm and welcoming, it was impossible for me to say no and mean it,
I returned the smile and moved my hand to linger a little on his before retrieving my bag, “No, I don’t think I would mind. I would really like to go out again.”
Vlad leaned down a little closer to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Have a good night, Mai.”
I couldn’t help but blush at his action but I did my best to keep my composure, “You too, Vlad.”
He went to start walking away as I opened the door, “Send Eraser a ‘goodnight’ from me, just leave out the kiss. Don’t want to give him the wrong idea.”
I chuckled walking into the apartment, “No we wouldn’t that now, would we? Goodnight, be safe!” I closed the door and set my purse down while kicking off my shoes. The apartment was dark with the only light coming from the kitchen window. That can only mean that Aizawa was locked in his room. I made my way over to the couch and plotted myself there, resting my eyes. I’ll go check on Aizawa a little later.
“Are you home?” I heard the man belt out from the hallway.
“No, just some little Mexican girl with a copy of your apartment key decided to come in and relax on your couch.” I opened my eyes to see him leaning on the wall watching me.
“You got a call while you were gone, but I told them that I would pass the message along.”
“From who?”
“Gemini.” Do you ever just have one of those days that are really good only to have something come into ruin it? I had to force myself to not groan.
“What was the message? I thought part of the court appeal was that neither of us was supposed to be in contact with each other?” I sat up looking annoyed and Aizawa could tell that I was not in the mood for anything involving Gemini.
“He used the agency phone number. He wanted you to know that your suspension hasn’t been looked at since the court case ended in case you were curious why you haven’t been updated.” Aizawa moved from his spot of the wall over to the couch.
“And why couldn’t it be someone else telling me this?”
“He said it was his good deed for the day to tell you.” Aizawa gave out a huff and was laced with a smirk.
“Oh, how nice of him. Wish that his good deed for the day involved more minding his business and less harassing female colleagues but that’s too much to ask.” I leaned back on the cushions feeling hot with annoyance and anger. “Vlad wanted me to tell you to have a good night.”
“Is that all?” Aizawa’s voice was laced with slight irritation.
“Yeah. Pretty much. Why? Did you expect him to send you a goodnight kiss too?” I teased.
He rolled his eyes at me, “I’m guessing you had a good time ‘working’.”
I took note of the emphasis on ‘working’ but decided not to act on it and not cause an argument. “Yeah, I had fun. Vlad really helped make taking on Class 1-B less stressful.”
“Hmm.” Was all I got as a response, “You’re friend Marga emailed me about you not responding to her wedding invitation.”
“Why are people contacting you instead of me?” I scrunched up my face in confusion.
“I don’t know, it’s probably because they know you avoid responding.” He said matter of factly.
“The wedding isn’t until November, I have time to respond to the invitation. She just has to be patient.”
“Just say you don’t want to go to her wedding.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to go. I just want to heavily think about it. It’s going to be one of the largest events of the year for the U.S. because two big pro heroes are getting married. That means ALL of my old colleagues are going to be there and I just don’t want to be outcasted or judged while I’m there.” I shouldn’t have really cared, but I couldn’t really help it. I was already a joke, I just didn’t want to give people more reason to talk.
“You never used to care about what people thought about you.”
“I wasn’t ranked number 2 hero before. And that’s not completely true. I always tried my best to not cause attention to myself and offend people because I never wanted to hurt anyone.” I turned over to him to look him in the eyes.
He couldn’t help the smirk tugging his lips. “Now, that’s a lie. Yes, you were conscientious, but you never shied away from speaking your mind.”
“Well, look where that got me, Sho… Aizawa.” I bit my cheek after avoiding my slip up. “I don’t really have the option to be so vocal or confident in myself right now. It will only give me more problems.”
Aizawa just stayed quiet for a little while. I couldn’t really look him in the eye. He was right that I used to be confident in myself and my words, and I hated that I let this stupid situation tear me away from that. It felt like I reverted back to my fifteen-year-old self. Insecure and fearful of myself. “You know, you could always just bring a date with you so you have someone on your side beside the bride and groom.”
I laughed at his suggestion, “I can’t just ask someone to do that.”
“And why not? You have tons of friends that would come to help you have at the drop of a hat.” Aizawa’s baritone voice had a hint of offense in it.
“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want to…” I met Aizawa’s dead stare, “Don’t want too… Can you not look at me like that? You look so judgmental right now.” I crossed my arms.
“Good, because I am judging you for thinking that you’re an inconvenience.”
“I was not going to say… you know what, fine. Who do you think I should bring as my date then, oh wise one?” The man just shrugged at me… “Unbelievable.”
“Ask Vlad since you guys seem really close.” He grumbled.
“No, I feel like it’s too serious and we…” My eyes widened. Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at me, “We?”
“Nothing, we’re just friends and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea. Taking a friend to a wedding as a date can be messy.” In all honesty, I just didn’t want to move too quickly with Vlad. We weren’t a real thing yet and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea by inviting him to a wedding. “I’ll just take Hizashi or something. Maybe Lily actually.”
And then out of nowhere, Aizawa made the most peculiar suggestion, “I could go.” I guess I gave a shocked look because the next thing he did was roll his eyes at me and went over to grab the unanswered invitation, “Don’t give me that look, I’m only offering as a way to pay you back for helping me out with my injuries.”
“But… it’s a wedding… A TELEVISED WEDDING!” I tried to analyze the man to see if he had some type of bleeding on his head from a reopened wound but he swatted me away.
“Yeah, so what? No one will know who I am.”
“But, I’m well known, they’re going to ask questions.” He just shrugged and handed me the invitation with a pen.
“Sign it and mark that you’re going with a guest.”
“You’re not going, I won’t allow it.”
“All you have to say is that I’m a friend from Japan. That’s it. Nothing about me being a pro.”
“BUT YOU HATE THE MEDIA AND THE ATTENTION!”
“I DON’T CARE! NOW SIGN THE DAMN INVITATION!”
“FINE!”
“GOOD!”
“I’M STILL ASKING HIZASHI!”
“I’LL JUST TELL HIM TO SAY NO!”
“NO!”
“STOP BEING A BABY, I’M GOING!”
“UGH!”
I can’t even muster a reason why Aizawa was so dead set on going. But if he insisted it was to pay me back for taking care of him, I guess I could deal with it. Plus the wedding wasn’t until November. He could change his mind by then, or maybe I will end up going with someone else. We couldn’t know. I just hoped that once I was at the wedding it won’t be so dreadful like I’m expecting it to be.
“I could ask All Might,” I said while signing the rsvp.
“Could you just shut up and let me do you this favor? It’s not like I’m cutting off a leg for you, I’m just going to a wedding.”
“Please we both know you would rather do that over going to a wedding,” I said under my breath.
“Let it go!”
“Make me!”
Aizawa and I just stared at each other with wide eyes after realizing what I just said. I can only assume that my cheeks were matching his rosy color right now. I quickly just let out a cough and set the invitation down on the coffee table as I got up, scratching the back of my neck. “I think I’m gonna go to bed. Hehe… I’ll see you in the morning, Aizawa.” I scurried quickly to Aizawa’s office, not wanting to meet his eyes. He seemed to still be processing the situation. Dammit, Mai! How do you just say ‘Make me!’ like that, you know it makes things awkward. UGH!I was so stupid!
Harumi owns many babies, when her dads go on a long trips they usually pick her up one from wherever they went, Kairi has to get used to the family for her girlfriend, even if she is a bit scared
I don’t usually think about next gen kids for my OCs but this girl entered my mind and I just had to draw her,,, she’s Teo’s future daughter and her quirk (in case it wasn’t obvious) is Dinotaur
