#boku no hero fanfic
Bnha x danganronpa x reader
No quirks au
A/N : BAhaha I didn’t even get 10 notes but f/ck it I’ll write it anyways. This might be hella long so lemme know if you want to be added to a taglist. There’s gonna be a traitor so stay to find out!!!
I really hope I get at least like 3 readers on this T^T
Also it’s not going to be strictly Danganronpa like class trials, more just a play or die
Warnings : Swearing, mentions of shooting & bombing
Words : 1,295
@saralight-42 suggested including the entire class so your wish shall be my command! I really do be bringing in the background characters asdfghjkl
Chapter 1
The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves
The day had just started like any other.
It was at least another 10 minutes before class started and most of your classmates were already there by the time you walked through the doors.
“Y/N!” Mina called, waving you over as you dumped your bag down next to your seat.
“Morning.” you replied with a smile, pulling a chair to sit next to Kaminari as you listened to them talk about their weekend. Kirishima began talking about a new shop that had opened up near the shopping centre.
The conversations started fading to background noise as you felt a sense of dread wash over you. Nothing had seemed ever so slightly out of place as you entered the classroom, yet the feeling of utter despair still weighed heavy on you as you turned around to try and spot anything peculiar.
There was of course something wrong with the door. A wire, you supposed, chalking it up to another one of Kaminari’s pranks.
Your eyes fell on a small bear perched on top of the teacher’s table, it’s features pulled up in in a large grin as it’s eyes remained still and empty.
“Hey guy, do you know who’s that is-”
Your question was cut short when the door suddenly slammed shut, a click sounding throughout the classroom as it was locked in place. A small shriek left your mouth at the jump scare and you put your hand over your racing heart.
“Um, is this a joke?” Uraraka asked nervously. You could hear your classmates mumble in agreement as your eyes remained on the bear.
“Where is Aizawa senpai?” Midoriya asked.
“I’m not sure.” Todoroki responded.
“Uh guys, should we be worried about that creepy bear?” Hagakure asked, bring everyone’s attention to it as well. At the mention of itself, the bear’s eyes light up, a red glow in one as it jumped up and stood on the table.
“Upupupup…” it started to laugh, bringing it’s hands to it’s mouth as it giggled at the perplexed expressions on everyone’s faces. “Welcome everyone! My name is Monokuma” it cheered. “And we’re going to play a game.”
“No we’re fucking not.” you heard Bakugou curse, his hands clenched in fists as he obviously raged at the stuffed bear. Your friends tried to calm him down and Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back.
“The rules are simple.” it continues. “Out of the 20 students in this class, 2 carry a bomb with them.”
“A bomb?” several people gasped, quietly talking among themselves as they questioned if it was telling the truth.
“Yes! However they do not know that they have the bombs, so this way no one can spoil the game. You have three hours to correctly identify them.”
“So we just have to find the right people?” Todoroki asked, a blank look on his face.
“Yes!” it nodded. “And then you just shoot them.”
“I’m so sorry what?” you asked loudly, everyone’s eyes on you at your outburst as they agreed. “We need to kill our friends?”
It nodded excitedly. “Correct! You will have a gun with three bullets and if you can shoot the two people before the time limit is up, everyone else will survive!”
“And if we don’t…?”
“The bombs will activate!” it laughs. “Alrighty, the time starts now!” Monokuma brought out a massive timer, setting it down next to it on the table before also getting out a gun and tossing it towards the middle of the classroom, it hitting a desk before falling to the floor with a loud clatter.
“This is utter bullshit.” Bakugou stated, stepping forward aggressively.
“Bakugou, I think it would be best if we stayed calm.” Iida called out. “We are not yet aware of the repercussions of harming this bear.”
“Calm my ass.” he shouted back. “You losers can kill yourselves all you want but don’t drag me down with you.” He stormed towards the door, a hand reaching for the door handle as you quickly rushed out of your seat and tackled him into the wall beside the door, a massive bear snapping at the air at which his hand would’ve been.
“Holy shit.” you cursed, getting up off him and pulling him to his feet. “Stop being such a pissy kid and listen to Iida.”
“Are you alright Kacchan, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, rushing to where you two stood as an unreadable expression cast across Bakugou’s face. It was rage perhaps, more so disbelief, helplessness, possibly even pity for their current predicament.
He stormed off back to his seat, his friends crowding around him worriedly as Midoriya sent you a slightly pitiful look. You smiled as reassuringly as you could, but the worried gaze in his eyes showed everything.
“Well, that was unfortunate.” the bear called out, shaking it’s head slightly. “We could’ve witnessed some nice hand biting but you missy, just had to get in the way.”
“Well I’m sorry for caring about my friends.” you snapped, leaning back against the wall as you now faced the rest of your classmates.
“But how did you know Y/N?” Yaoyorozu questioned.
“The wire.” you said. “I noticed it when I walked in this morning. Though I thought it was Denki messing around though.”
“W-what?” Kaminari responded, putting both his hands up. “I didn’t do anything I promise. I’m as clueless as the rest of you.”
“That’s something someone guilty would say don’t you think?” Tokoyami asked.
“N-no! I would never-” he began before you cut him off.
“No, I don’t think he has the brain capacity to pull off something like that.” you said. “Also the door closed so harshly could the perpetrator have been someone from the outside?”
“Perhaps.” Todoroki nodded, “however we shouldn’t rule out anything. If they managed to easily install and hide such a dangerous trap in the door then I think it’s possible they altered the door to slam shut and lock.”
“I didn’t even realise the door could be locked.” Sero said.
“I don’t think it originally could.” Yaoyorozu said, biting her finger as she thought about their situation.
“Well what the fuck are we going to do about this?” Bakugou demanded, his arms folded as he leaned back in his chair.
“Is there any way to tell the two people apart?” Shoji asked.
“Well Monokuma, is there?” you inquired.
“Upupup, would you like that to be the first of your three free questions?” it responded.
“Well do we?” you asked, turning back to the rest of the class.
“Well we’ll need to start somewhere so sure?” Tokoyami said.
“W-wait wait wait. You guys aren’t being serious right?” Uraraka cut in, waving her hands in the air frantically as she tried to get everyone’s attention. “I mean, there must be another way to get out of this without killing our friends right?”
“I agree.” Jirou spoke up. “You guys are diving too quickly into this without realising that you’re basically asking for people to be killed.”
“Like I said, this is all so fucking dumb to begin with.” Bakugou grumbled.
“So there must be a way to get out of this without anyone dying.” Asui said, but when no one else responded, she continued. “Guys…?”
A brief silence engulfed the room as everyone remained awkward and pitiful towards themselves.
It lasted for a good minute or two before Uraraka responded. “Y-yes, of course! We just need to work together and everyone can survive.”
The class remained silent as her eyes darted, pleading that this nightmare of a situation was solvable. But most looked away, shuffling or biting on their nails as no one wanted to address the obvious.
The stillness was cut through when Monokuma began laughing again.
“Alrighty, 5 minutes have already passed, chop chop!”
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Bnha Class 1-a x reader Masterlist
No quirks au
Warnings : swearing, gun, bombs, death, gore, mentions of killing oneself
Chapter 1 - The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves
Chapter 2 - The catalyst; one down many to go
Chapter 3-
Coming soon
If you’re interested I’m more than happy to add you to a taglist!!
Omg a bnha x danganronpa kind of thing where class 1a have to kill the correct 2 people and if they don’t then they’ll all die but one of them’s actually the traitor.
if I get 10 notes on this i’ll write it.
Tamaki Amajiki x Y/n Headcanons
Alright time for my best shy boy Tamaki so here it is
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~Alright let’s start off with the nicknames, so his favorite thing to call you if of course: Bunny (god that is such a precious nickname
~A HUGEEEE CUDDLER
~Like he would definitely be the one asking for cuddles
~Also you two would always cuddle with music on cause it makes it even more adorable than it already is
~He would give you little things like flowers
~a bit clingy but it’s cute
~Always asks first before he kisses you (LIKE ISNT THAT ADORABLE)
~At first he would be a blushing mess every time you two would kiss
~He likes it when you kiss his forehead, it gives him comfort
~Also ruffle his hair, he loves that too
~You two would always try to avoid social events
~He prefers to be alone with you instead
~Stargazing dates
~He would be a shy gentleman
~He would take you to many butterfly garden dates
~Give this precious boy all your love
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Hope you enjoyed it, sorry that it’s short I’m kinda new to writing headcanons :,) now enjoy this gif of our shy boy
❀Warning: Bad Grammar / Angst / Burning / Bad Language
❀A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just thought about this scenario and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Thought I could share it with y’all.
❀Words:247
❀Published:03.03.2021
This whole situation was just stupid. You where fighting over nonsense again. Normally you two would give each other the silence treatment for a few hours and that’s it, but this time it was somehow different.
“Everything would be so much easier if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, it’s fucking annoying!” Dabi screamed at you, blue flames coming up from his patched up skin.
That was a damn lie, he loved it when you would show him affection – but the anger got the best of him.
You immediately froze. Sure he could get mad sometimes, but never to the point where he would say such hurtful things to you. The feeling of disappointment spread over your whole body.
Disappointed in Dabi? Disappointed in yourself? Maybe with the whole situation you got yourself into.
Not knowing how to handle it any further you stormed of. All you wanted was some space right now.
Dabi grabbed you by your wrist.
“I swear I didn’t -”
You flinched away in pain. A sharp burn coming from your wrist. Dabi pulled away immediately, probably just as shocked as you were.
Looking at your wrist you were able to make out a red ring, right where Dabi grabbed it.
Not one of you said a word, just looking at your burned wrist.
After you realized what just happened you turned on your heel and left.
“It wasn’t on purpose.” he breathed, fully aware that you couldn’t hear him anymore.
❀Summary: Dabi having a mental breakdown – y/n trying her best to calm him down.
❀A/N: Sorry it’s a really short Imagine – maybe even only a Drabble lol, but I hope you still like it.
❀Pairings: Dabi x Reader
❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Angst / Blood / Bad Language / Kidnapping (idk) / little bit of Stockholm Syndrome (maybe)
❀Published:01.03.2021
❀Words:484
You woke up from a sudden bang. With a loud sight your eyes fluttered open, just to remember that you were still lingering at the run down LOV’s base. Laying on a hard wooden bed with only a blanked under you for at least a little bit of comfort. Starring up at the ceiling, a dim light was flickering right above you. Starting to stretch your tense back you could hear another loud bang and some mumbled but coarse screaming from the bathroom next to the room you were sleeping in.
Looking over to the undone bed in the corner, you noticed that Dabi was nowhere to be seen.
A loud shatter made you jump.
Was that some glass breaking?
You hopped from your bed and went straight for the bathroom door. Ignoring your inner voice that told you to knock, you opened the door ungraciously.
The scene in front of you made you freeze for a second.
Dabi was standing in front of a shattered mirror, blood dripping down into the sink. His hands were clashed on the edge of it.
He abruptly looked over to you which made you flinch. His full attention was on you now. The stitches in his face looked like the were torn open.
Did he do that to himself?
Grabbing a bigger piece of broken glass he threw it directly at you.
“Get the fuck out of here!”
You blocked the piece of glass from hurting your face with your arms.
“Stop that bullshit!” you said sternly “Did something happen? What’s going on?”
Normally Dabi would discipline you for talking to him like that, but this time he just growled.
“This is non of you businesses.”
His left hand wandered to his right wrist, scathing the already lose stitches open.
Oh, so he really did all that to himself.
You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just walked up to him from behind and wrapped your arms around his shaking body, blocking his arms from hurting himself even more.
It was obvious that Dabi could shake you off easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t move an inch.
“Why are you doing that?” he whispered with a raspy voice.
Why am I doing it? I shouldn’t care about him the way I do. I should hate him for kidnapping me. I should hate him for hurting me.
You definitely hated him in the beginning, but now? You weren’t sure. He was a fragment of your life for quiet a while now. Whether you wanted that was a whole different story.
Did I catch some kind of Stockholm Syndrome?
You couldn’t give Dabi an answer. So you just kept clinging on him for dear life until he stopped shaking and his breathing calmed down.
Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome, but maybe it’s just the pure affection you build up for the man in front of you.
A Collector’s Course
Oh my gosh I actually finished Chapter 1 in one day? Craziest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
Chapter 1
“How many quirks do you have?”
The sudden question from my future teacher broke the very, very,awkward silence. We were flying first class from Los Angeles to Japan in eleven hours of complete and utter silence. All I could do really was admire the plane. It wasn’t too extravagant but it definitely wasn’t coach. My cream leather seat was flush to one accompanied by Mr. Shouta Aizawa. The one and only Pro Hero, Eraserhead. Who seemed to relax a little more once he ripped the tie off his neck.
Wait, he asked me a question.
“What do you me-,” “When I was trying to erase your quirk yesterday, I could still feel another. Nezu said you were something else,” he pulled the top layer of his hair out of its restraints. “So tell me, (Y/N) (L/N), how many quirks do you reallyhave?” I felt him shift, causing me to look his way.
Dry, worn, eyes bore into mine.
I know what he’s doing.
“Mr. Aizawa, I stared death in the face out of whim to save lives of people I don’t even know. Stop trying to intimidate me, there’s no use for me to lie to you.”
I knew I was on the right track when his right eyebrow twitched just the tiniest bit.
And he backed down.
I relaxed some more myself and let my gaze drift to the cotton ball scenery outside. “I have two so far. The Siren’s Call from my mother and Lioness from my father. I use Siren’s Call more so I assume that’s the one you erased since it’s more familiar in my body system.” The silence from earlier made its appearance again, only to be ripped away. “Your transcript says something interesting. To be quite honest, I thought you’d try to take mine by now.” “I’m not like the others. If there are any. I don’t know how or why I am one so don’t ask.” Well that came out a little too brash. “Sorry. Just please, don’t tell anyone who doesn’t need to know. Society doesn’t like our background and the last thing U.A. needs is the general population finding out they’re training a Collector. To become a hero no less.” I crossed my arms.
Once again, the silence is back.
“Principal Nezu has requested that the staff keep your quirk a secret. You have no need to worry. We understand you’re in your second year but you will be placed in my 1-A Hero Class. Nezu wants you with that particular bunch of students. They know of a transfer student but not when you’re to join us.” I snickered in response, “You know, I’ve never been the new student. I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
And it was just like I imagined..awkward.
…
“Hey Sui,” Mina leaned her chair back practically almost falling on top of Asui, “who do you think is gonna teach class today?” “No idea, Mr. Aizawa is still in the hospital recovering from his injuries.” The small screech of the classroom door opened up revealing Mr. Aizawa the Mummy. “Morning class.” Everybody practically fell out of their seats. “Mr. Aizawa,” a voice erupted from the back of the class, “I’m glad you’re okay!” Iida exclaimed with one stiff arm. “My well being is irrelevant,” Mummy Aizawa limped to the front of the class, “what’s more important is that your fight isn’t over yet.”
Just after you and Mr. Aizawa had landed, you found your sister’s coordinates and parted ways with your teacher. It was an easy night of relaxation for you, getting unpacked the next day. However, for Mr. Aizawa, it was quite the opposite. What was supposed to be a great learning experience for class 1-A, turned into an ambush from the League of Villians.
The room filled with tension for what Mr. Mummy was to say next, everybody expecting the worst.
“The U.A. Sports Festival is about to start.”
“Oh yes! Let’s go kick some ass!” Kirishima lunged out of his seat. All tension gone. “Also, in regards to the new transfer student,” Mr. Aizawa announced before he loses the class completely, “you will meet her the morning of the festival. She is still settling in with her new life in Japan. She is a second year but will be joining our class.” Kaminari shoved the red brick known as Kirishima back into his seat. “Wait a second, the transfer student will compete in the festival?” “How does somebody even transfer here without taking the entrance exam?” Jirou added.
Aizawa sighed, “She’s quite the character. U.A. saw her potential and thinks she’ll fit in well. She managed to stop a school massacre in her hometown with no casualties. Bring your ‘A’ game, the pros know who she is. You better not slack off on your training. Class is dismissed.” Bakugo slammed his back into his chair, a little harder and he would’ve knocked the wind out of himself. “This is bullshit. That transfer better know what’s coming.” He sneered.
…
Oh I’m so nervous.
“Don’t sweat it sis, you’ll be fine.” My sister squeezed my shoulder on her way to the kitchen. “Wait I said that out loud?” She giggled, “No, sister’s instinct.” She winked. “Want a soda?” “No, I might throw up.” I groaned.
How could U.A. go out of their way to recruit me then say my first day is going to be a fucking competition?
“I’m gonna lose my mind.” May handed me the soda I had originally declined. “Oh relax. You’re fantastic at hand to hand combat. Not to mention your Siren Call is super cool.” “But I only know one song! How am I supposed to use the same moves twice, somebody will pick up eventually!” I slammed my forehead onto the table. “I can’t even use my Lioness quirk. They can’t know I have more than one quirk, it’s almost unheard of! They’ll know something is up.” “Well,” she nudged me, “they don’t know your quirk yet. You could whip either of them out like a secret weapon. Choose which one you wanna use. I know you’ll do stellar with whichever one.” She beamed at me.
My sister is such a sweetheart. Regardless of her quirklessness. She’s not even a Collector. We always said I stole her quirk. Kind of like the joke that one twin ate the other in the womb. Everybody always laughed it off, but it hurts me. She never says it but I know she wants a quirk. I remember daydreaming what her quirk would be after mine had erupted. The wide gleam of admiration in her bright, hopeful eyes.
I sighed, “Thanks sis. You really are something special. I’m going to head to bed, the competition is tomorrow. I don’t wanna ruin my first impression.”
“Well in that case, maybe you shouldn’t wake up tomorrow.”
“May!!” She cackled at me.
Funny Way of Showing It - Shinsou x Sister! Reader Pt. 2
My class got off a couple of days off after the attack. I spent it either in my room or with Dad. He was doing pretty good for being nearly beaten to a pulp. The class was going to be surprised when he walks in tomorrow. During this time off, Hitoshi had been trying to talk to me a lot. Everytime he comes home from school, he comes to check on me. It was my turn to be silent towards him.
“Hey, do you want to walk to school with me?” He asked while we did dishes after dinner. I shrugged.
“Don’t we normally?” I asked. He stalled for a moment, trying to find something to say. I turned towards dad and papa at the table. “Do you want some tea?”
“No thank you, honey. Shota?” Papa looked towards the bandage covered man. Dad shook his head.
“Okay then.” I wiped my hands off. “Well, I’m going to take a bath and goto bed.” I started taking my hair down from my braid.
“Okay, honey.” Papa smiled. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Papa” I kissed his head before doing the same to dad carefully. “Goodnight, dad.”
“Goodnight baby.” He said softly. He reached up and hugged me tight as he could.
When I went to see him in the hospital after the attack, he was beside himself. Apologizing multiple times about not being able to protect everyone and letting the villains ever get close. It took all three of us to calm him down. I hugged back before letting go. I glanced up at Hitoshi who was watching us.
“Night, Hitoshi.” I said as I walked out of the room.
“Night.” I heard him reply. As I walked through the hall to the bathroom, I could hear the three males talking. Hitoshi sounded distraught and heard a mention of my name.
“I don’t know what to do to make it up to Y/N. She won’t ever talk to me. I know I deserve it since that’s what I did to her but I was doing it so I wouldn’t take out my frustration on her. I’m still upset about my placement and didn’t want to take it out on her.”
“But ignoring her didn’t help either Hitoshi.” Dad chided.
“I know.” I heard Hitoshi huff and groan. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Give her time Tosh. She’s upset and needs time to work through it. Just like you did.” Papa comforted him.
“I just want to tell her how sorry I am.” He paused. “She thinks I don’t believe in her. That I’m not proud of her and what she’s accomplished. But I do and I am!”
“I know you are Toshi.” I Whispered before going to take my bath.
I had formulated a plan in my head while I was in the bath. A way that could make it easier on Toshi to speak his mind with me. I made it back into my room after making sure Toshi was still up. Like he would be asleep.
“Hey Hitoshi! Can you come here?” I called from my doorway. I went and sat on my bed as I heard his door open. He tentatively stuck his head in.
“What’s up, sis?” He asked. I was messing with my hair while I looked at him.
“Can you help me with my hair? I got a terrible knot and I can’t get it out.” I asked. He stepped into the doorway slowly.
“Are you sure you want my help? Why not ask Papa or Dad?” He scratched the back of his head.
“No. You know Papa is too rough since he has a head and roots of steel.” We both chuckled. “And I don’t want to ask Dad since he needs to rest for tomorrow and you know still bandaged up. Plus you’re the best at it, even though you have the shortest hair. I don’t know how that works. So please Hitoshi?” He sighed before nodding.
“Alright, Alright.” He cracked the door and walked over. “Let me see.”
“Right here.” I turned around on the bed and pointed to the spot.
“Dang. How did you do this?” He gently prodded at the knot.
“Mm. I don’t know.” I said while thinking back to the twisting, rubbing, and whatever else to purposely make a knot. We were quiet as he slowly and softly pulling the knot out. He left one time to get some detangler and a comb. When he came back he hit my back.
“Scooch over.” I moved forward on the bed so he could sit comfortably. After another few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up. “Hey sis.”
“Hmm?” I hummed in response.
“I just want to…” He sighed. “I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have shut you out. I shouldn’t have been cross with you and I should have been better about how proud I am of you. I just, I just was so mad about how unfair it was and the disappointment that there’s no chance for me to be in the hero course.”
“Toshi.”
“Wait, please Y/N. I need to say this.” He said while setting down the comb, finally done with the knot. He then grabbed the towel from around my neck and started to dry my hair. “I can’t express just how damn proud I am of you. You didn’t even think you would get a chance yet here you are a part of a hero class that’s already making history.”
“Oh I don’t know about that.” I whispered.
“I do.” He said as he let the towel drop. “I’ve been a terrible brother but I want to make up for it.” We sat in silence as he fiddled with my hair.
“You want to know how you can do that?” I felt him come to attention behind me.
“Yes.” I hopped around. I held up two fingers.
“Two things. Okay, three things.” I put up one more finger.
“Okay, what are they?” He raised an eyebrow.
“1. Don’t ignore me, please. I know you were… are upset but I want to help, be there for you. Just like I know you do for me. Okay?” He nodded. “Okay, 2. Don’t give up.”
“What?” He looked up at me confused. I smiled softly.
“Don’t give up on the hero course. You can get in.” He sighed looking down.
“But how? My quirk was basically useless in the entrance exam.” He looked up at me through his eyelashes.
“Yeeesss. You’re right."I said getting up. I skipped over to my desk and started digging around.
"Wow thanks, be more honest, why don’t you.” He deadpanned.
“Oh shush and let me finish.” I finally found the papers I was looking for. I skipped back and flopped down. “But the entrance exam isn’t the only way to get into the hero course.”
“It isn’t?” He asked, peeking at the papers.
“Unh uh.” I scooched up close and showed him the papers. “I’ve been doing some research. There are other chances to get into the hero course. Like the sports festival.”
“The sports festival?” He was even more curious now.
“Mmhm. You can prove yourself and your quirk at the sports festival. All the teachers are there and will be watching and so will a lot of Pros. The homeroom teachers have the power to pull a student from the other class if they think they’re worthy just like Dad has the power to expel an entire class.” His eyes got wider and wider with every word.
“ You’re joking!” He snatched the papers from my hands.
“Nope. Dad and Vlad King-sensei can transfer you out of General Studies. Though they have to transfer someone out to compensate. You could either be in Class 1-A or 1-B! But you have to know Dad is not going to be easy on you just because you’re his son.” I let the information hang in the air. I saw his eyes scan the paper furiously.
“There really is a way.” He looked up at me with a renewed sparkle in his eye. “Yes, yes, yes!” He got up and paced the room excited but stopped suddenly. “But there are so many people with better quirks than me that could get in and from what I heard, all of Class 1-A are impressive. There’s no way…”
“Hitoshi!” I got up and stopped him by the shoulders. “I can personally vouch that there are a couple that most of us would be happy if you replaced.” I shivered at the thought of the one. “Especially the grape.”
“The…grape?”
“Nevermind. Not important. What is important is that this isn’t like you. Where’s the Toshi I know? You can do it, I know you can.” I pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me.
“How do you know?” He asked. I pulled back.
“Because I… believe in you.” I poked his chest. He laughed but looked at me in thanks.
“Thanks sis. I needed that.” He sniffled a bit before shaking himself out. When he looked back up, I saw my brother back to normal.
“ You’re welcome. It’s what I’m here for.” I said before plopping back on my bed. He followed suit. He read over the papers again. I could tell he was deep in thought so I didn’t interrupt. Suddenly though, he lifted his head and spoke.
“Oh, what was the third thing?”
“Third thing?”
“Yeah. You said there were 3 things I could do to make it up to you. What was the third?” .
“Oh! Right.” I sat up and sat indian style. “Never and I repeat, NEVER change yourself for someone else.” I said earnestly. “Be who you are and nobody else. You are not a villain in the making, you are Hitoshi Shinsou. The soon to be hero in training. A total badass and the best brother in the world."
"I, I… huh. I don’t know about that but…” He chuckled softly. He looked up at me before taking my hands. “I promise to not ignore you, to never give up, and to NEVER change myself and to always be who I am.”
“Good.” I said while squeezing his hands. “Now, you realize you’re going to need to start training to get ready for the sports festival.”
“Uhhh!” He groaned and threw himself back. “ You’re an asshole for bringing that up now. A straight up asshole.”
“Sorry.” I said unapologetically. He peeked at me with one eye and glared. I shrugged. He sighed and sat up slouched.
“You know your class has been the talk of the school the past couple days.” He told me. “It’s like you’re all celebrities. ‘The first year class that survived a villian attack.’ It’s annoying yet cool because I can say my sister is one of those students.”
“Shut up.” I hit him with my shoulder. “It’ll be old news soon.”
“I don’t know. It’s been a pretty big deal.” He insisted. I just laughed before a yawn forced its way out of my mouth. “Well I better let you get some sleep. Since your break ends tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I’m beat.” I stretched and went to grab my towel.
“I’ll take it back to the bathroom.” He said beating me to grabbing my towel. “Get some rest.”
“Okay.” I got under my covers. “Please try to sleep, Toshi.”
“I’ll try.” He said. He flipped my light off as he went out the door.
“Love you, Toshi.”
“Love you too, Sis.”
“Love you kids!!” We both jumped at Papa’s voice.
“Hizashi!” We heard Dad chide. We both laughed.
“Love you Dad. Love you too Papa.” We answered.
“Love you too. Now go to bed.”
*The Next Day*
Hitoshi and I walked together that morning, talking about what to do in prep for the sports festival until we had to part ways. The day went smoothly after the shock of Dad walking into the room. It was smooth until the end of the day and half of the first year class was outside our door.
“I heard Class 1-A was impressive but you just sound like an ass.” I covered my mouth trying not to laugh at my brother’s sass. He looked at me over Bakugou’s shoulder and gave me a ghost of a smirk. He mentioned the things I told him the night before and Bakuyou stormed off. The rest of the class was shook.
“Really?” I asked him as I met him outside. He cocked his head to the side. “Bakugou is already unbearable and you went and poked the Lion.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” He laughed as we walked home. “I meant what I said.”
“I know.” I said. “But not me right?” The question came out more meek than I meant for it too. I looked at me in worry and confusion for a second. It must have clicked in his head. He grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Of course not.” He assured me. “If they tried to replace you with me, I would say hell no. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He hugged me. “Plus, I don’t think Dad would let that happen. Since it’s his decision.”
“You have a very valid point there my dear brother.” I said jokingly. We laughed before a gasp caught our attention.
“He’s your brother?” A whiney voice made me groan. I turned to see Mineta standing behind us. “The asshole that threatened to take one of our spots?”
“Yes Mineta, this asshole is my brother.” I smirked. “Just wait till you find out who our Dad is.” We laughed as he paled. “Plus if he’s going to take anyone’s spot, it is going to be yours, grape.” I said the last word under my breath to where only Toshi could hear.
“You can’t do that!” He ran off crying.
“Watch me.” Toshi smirked.
“You know, you have a funny way of showing it.”
“Showing what?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“That you’re not a total badass and the best brother in the world.” I grabbed his shoulders before jumping onto his back, He laughed, grabbing onto my legs as he walked us home.
Tag List: @spicy-therapist-mom@dxnaii-rxse@sxturn-stars@iris-shihabi
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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Chapter 12
Warnings: None, swf. Lots of fluff though.
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!
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