#bnhaoc

Chapter 13

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.

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Another BakugouxSayuri drawing… I can’t help! Can’t stop drawing them… this time as Ground Zero (I love this hero name) and Dust… <3

my fave pic of Papa Shimi bc I can~

Afterall, what are friends but stepping stones to greatness am I right?

Unravel is deceptively not the primary directive of Q, but simply a test for the real final plan.

As Ivan is passing out from his dosed medication he manages to congratulate her on taking someone like him down, and how it was clever, and her response is simply “I know.”

Garrote from that point forward is referred to as “Amalgam”

These are the last words they speak to one another as subordinate and boss.

I still have probably one more post full of fun little easter eggs I wanna do, currently I’m doing some smaller ones in my stories if anyone is interested in those, and a little more info on Ivan’s life before he became Garrote : )

The reveal of Q.

“What about the whole thing with Unravel?” you probably wanna ask? Next post, ;)

Initially I planned to do their comic all the way up until this reveal, but I’m clearly far too scatter-brained to ever stick with one idea too long. And since I don’t write so good, I thought I’d spill the beans here. Since some people don’t read my stories, everyone should know that I’ll no longer be posting BNHA content here. All of my kids will be moved to their own universe of my own making, as I feel myself, and my oc’s have just grown out of BNHA’s universe.
So characters will be changing slightly as I change the rules of their world, but like 90% of their information will remain the same. Afterall, not a whole lot tied my oc’s to the universe to begin with other than the word “quirk” ^^;

So I hope you found this snippet of the direction I was going with all this fun, and I’m sorry I can’t concentrate enough to see it through, honestly I’m more sorry I couldn’t. But I just cant seem to stick to one thing very long.

b-bnuuy…

Auction for this adopt is up on my instagram!

Adoptable Auction!

Bidding begins at 10am EST and will close 15 hours after last bid~ (bids made before the given time will not be counted, this auction is taking place on my instagram https://www.instagram.com/nijicx/)

Adoptable Preview:

#1: Rabbit Hole: the user is able to open holes in space and connect then to each other. The spring loaded apparatuses on thier limbs allow them to bounce through them effortlessly to surprise or elude enemies.

#2: Ozone: (power undecided but my brain is really sticking to Ozone as a concept, so it likely will have something to do with that or air)

Still have more in the set but I figured I’d give a heads up as early as possible for anyone interested. These will be auction adopts like the rest~

Some sketches from an insta ask that I’m doing over on instagram~ Still taking sketch suggestions for my kids since I’m getting back into drawing them~

My not-so 15k Open Collab! I got tired of waiting for the next milestone to happen so I said screw it and did this as my last post of the year~

Kuze and Ren baddie hunting but accidentally drawing the good-boy-brigade.

You can find the files in the link above~ Have fun, tag me if you join!

Since the Patreon is shutting down today I decided to share a little of the exclusive content from there. This was made almost a year ago and is really chunky and ugly in some places but I thought it was fun~ Also the cover photo is like, one of my fave pics of Garrote ever so I’d like to reminisce about never being able to draw him that way again :’ )

Anywho, Garrote passes down jobs from Q (the leader of the VFA) to Risa, and this job is to infiltrate the lil idiot transfer student group again as a test to see if she’d actually be useful to them. So why not get close enough to them by pretending to be Shimi’s beloved childhood friend Nana~

Cankerblossom

Updated Shimi Ref finished~ Took me a bit to fix up his Hero suit redesign to where I was happy with it~ His season three suit is probably my fave tho, this is only his season 2 suit~

So I want to write a character who has Tourettes Syndrome. Can I do that, without having tourettes myself?

I want to be as accurate as possible, and I also don’t want to offend anyone who has Tourettes. Does anyone know anybody that has tourettes? Or does anyone have tourettes that can help me write my character in a way that isn’t offensive or hurtful towards those who have the condition? Thanks so much!