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

The Halloween Party

Suddenly, Y/N burst into laughter. Similar to Aizawa, for once, she had a loud, unapologetic laughter, as if she had been told the funniest joke in the world. She fell to the floor, crouching, holding her stomach. Hizashi was quietly giggling to himself.

"Haha- oh my God, my stomach hurts-" She tried to get out in between laughs, but the belly-aching laughter left her breathless. Remembering her quirk, she held her breath for a moment.

"Oh- that's better. Oh my God... I can't believe you just did that, Aizawa!" She got off the sidewalk, standing up.

"Yeah, that was insane..." Hizashi remarked, looking at the man.

"...I can't believe I just did that." Aizawa said with a blank stare, looking at the floor.

"I'm gonna get going home, but you two get home safe, okay?" Hizashi patted his friend on the back.

"You too, Hizashi!" She waved him goodbye as he faded into the distance.

"I just punched All Might." Aizawa put his hands on his hips, telling Y/N this information as if her and the entirety of the UA staff hadn't just witnessed it.

"Yeah, you did, Aizawa." She giggled, putting a hand over her mouth.

"...Shota." He said, barely a whisper. She looked up at him, his features illuminated by the glow of the streetlights and various neon signs from nearby bars and clubs.

"Huh?" His face was slightly blushing. An effect from the alcohol, she told herself.

"Call me Shota." He raised his voice slightly.

"Okay, Shota." She grinned, turning red herself. Impulsively, she enveloped him in a hug. Y/N wrapped her arms around his back and waist. For a moment, he made no response, until slowly wrapping his own arm around her, and using the other one to hold the back of her neck. He rested his chin on top of her head, savouring the warmth.

"You might have just clocked the number 1 hero in the jaw, but you're definitely my number 1 hero." She said, muffled by his chest. He pulled away slightly.

"That was exceptionally cheesy." He teased her, before pulling her back.

"Shut up. I don't need anyone to punch a guy for me, but it means a lot that you did that." She said quietly, muffled by his chest again.

"Yes, but I wanted to. Really wanted to, especially since seeing him in that meeting with Midoriya." Aizawa decided to leave out the part where his heart broke every time he saw her overworking herself. They stayed in the embrace, neither one wanting to end it.

"Yeah, me too." She pulled back, finally after a long silence.

"Wanna head back to mine?"

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Aizawa turned the key in her door using the spare key she had given him, stumbling in after Aizawa. She flicked on the switch of a lamp, giving the room some softer low lighting.

Aizawa sat on the sofa, putting his head on his hands.

"Punching All Might felt so good." He stated, muffled by his hands. Y/N looked over, giggling, until she finally noticed his hand.

"Aizawa... Your hand's bleeding." He turned his eyes to his knuckles. Sure enough, one had split. His hand had blood running down it, as well as some dried around his hand.

"Oh."

"Come here." She beckoned him. He obliged, following her to the bathroom. She pulled the light toggle, the harsh light hurting their eyes. She held his shoulders, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bathtub. She rifled through her bathroom cabinet, pulling out medical supplies. They locked eyes every so often. Y/N unwrapped an antiseptic wipe, brushing it over the man's knuckles. His hand shifted ever so slightly- not wanting to make obvious that it stung.