Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. (OC/Reader x Aizawa)

The Halloween Party

"I don't even know why Nezu hired him. He's been completely useless. Taking all the publicity by being the 'new UA heroics teacher' whilst you run around doing all the work..." Aizawa took a swig of whiskey before slamming the glass down. Apparently, Hizashi was right about him not being able to hold his drink. He wasn't normally this... Emotional? Animated?

"Well there you go, dude! They hired him for the publicity- the amount of articles about him being the new heroics teacher is insane..." Hizashi chimed in, fiddling with the label on his beer bottle.

"Aren't you the course leader for heroics anyways?" He added. Y/N huffed a breath of air through her nose.

"Yep. He teaches one class a week, only for 1-A. On top of the weird personal training he's doing with Midoriya." Hizashi scowled. He wondered what gall that man had to shove all his work on a young woman and take all the credit for himself.

"Did he seriously go to Midoriya's meetings?!" He yelled, without the use of his quirk- even though it felt like that to Y/N sat beside him.

"Yes. But only his heroics one with L/N, according to everyone else I've asked." Aizawa took another swig of whiskey after speaking.

"Jesus... Yeah, definitely creepy. I'm gonna pull Midoriya aside Monday and have- have a chat." She stumbled over her words slightly. Turns out, eating nothing but a single jelly pouch all day then having a strong cocktail will get you inebriated quite quickly.

"But man..." She continued, pausing only to have more of her drink, relishing the sweet syrupy taste on her tongue, and the warmth of it in her throat and stomach. Hizashi ordered shots, wanting a drink to witness a drunk L/N with, now that his beer was empty.

"Screw him. You guys, are- are the unsung heroes." She put an arm around Aizawa, and one around Hizashi. Aizawa's eyes widened, surprised at the sudden change. "Teaching? What a hard job... And what thanks do we get?" She whispered at the end. "We get assholes like him-" She lifted her hand off Aizawa's shoulder, pointing at All Might. "Taking all the credit, earning more than me, whilst I'm the one running around like a headless chicken! And I don't say a thing about it!" She whisper yelled in between their ears. All Might noticed the group, and walked over.

"If it isn't L/N, Yamada and Aizawa! I hope your meetings went well tonight!" Y/N's eye twitched in annoyance. She removed her arms from the men and cradled her drink in her hands instead, taking sips to avoid speaking.

"Yyyep. That's us." Aizawa deadpanned with a blank stare. All Might looked between the three for a moment, an awkward silence stagnant in the air.

"Anyways!" He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Young L/N, I really do have to thank you!" He beamed. It was slightly unnerving in his skinny form, however. This caught the attention of the trio.

"Really?" She raised a brow. Was he actually about to give her credit for everything she was doing?

"Of course! You've been really helping me out with my workload for the Heroics course!" The two men next to Y/N's jaws dropped.

"Your, workload?" She said slowly, as if the words were foreign to her.

"Yes! I've had so much work to do with the Heroics course, and it's really been great having you help out here and there! It must be great teaching experience for you, too!" Y/N gripped the glass so hard, that her knuckles began to turn white.

And this is when Aizawa Shota, finally snapped.

"All Might." Aizawa growled from his stool.

"Yes?" The number 1 hero turned to Aizawa.