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

The Halloween Party

Gently, she placed some gauze over his hand, and wrapped it in bandages.

"How did one punch do that?" She wondered out loud.

"I must have gone too hard on my punching bag. Wanted to get in a workout after the meetings." He reasoned quietly.

"But more importantly, how are you so good at this? Most modern hero agencies don't require first aid certification anymore." He clenched his hand, feeling out the bandages.

"Group homes were rough. Especially when everyone thinks you're a murderer." She fiddled with the hem of her jacket, trying hard not to let the images of her past upset her.

"Do you have any alcohol here?" Aizawa asked suddenly.

"Yeah, some coconut rum, some other stuff. Why?"

"You said you'd need a lot of alcohol to tell me about yourself." She laughed, leading him back to the living room. He sat himself down on the sofa. She made her way over to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses.

She got on her tiptoes, opening the cabinet above the counter, pulling the bottle of coconut rum from the front. She tried desperately to reach behind it, but couldn't.

Y/N pulled herself up onto the kitchen counter, kneeling up, and got a bottle of whiskey from the back of the cabinet. Aizawa tried not to laugh at the scene.

She got back down, bringing the drinks over. Aizawa picked up the whiskey, looking it over.

"This looks expensive." He remarked. The bottle gleamed against the glow of the lamp. In contrast, the coconut rum for Y/N was the local supermarket's own brand.

"Yeah, it was Keigo's. He spent a good 20 minutes to me mansplaining why it was such a great bottle of whiskey. Did you know, Aizawa, that this bottle was aged 25 years and distilled in Scotland?" Y/N remarked sarcastically, taking the bottle and pouring for him. He laughed, watching her carefully pour the drink for him. She handed him the glass, their fingers brushing together as he took it.

"I don't understand why you were with him." She sighed, pouring her own drink and mixing it with some cola.

"I was lonely, and sad. It was nice to have someone pay attention to me, I guess. We were 18 when we got together, and we liked each other's company." She smiled, taking a sip of her drink. Aizawa watched her, somehow unable to take his eyes off her.

"Did he treat you well?" He wanted to know. He was growing more drunk by the second, unbeknownst to Y/N.

"I mean, yeah. He never called me names or anything like that. He just- was only interested in the fun, easy parts of a relationship. He didn't want to know anything deeper about me." Aizawa thought that was a travesty. How could someone not be interested in their partner's life? Especially the sad parts? That's what made us the people we are today. He was angry. Angry that Hawks was a terrible boyfriend. He thought he would be a much better boyfriend for her.

No- he couldn't think that. Y/N was a friend. A coworker. He was evil to her when they first met. He was far too old for her, he reasoned.

"That's idiotic. When you're in a relationship, you should be interested in every part of them." Her head snapped to him, taking her attention away from her drink. He met eyes with her, quickly looking away.

"What did you have to be sad about at 18, anyways?" He tried to break the silence.

"Well," Y/N adjusted herself on the sofa, getting comfortable, pulling her legs up on the sofa, facing Aizawa.

"When I turned 17, my foster family decided they were done fostering me. I had aged out of the system anyways at 16, but the government said they'd keep paying them until I was 17. They had started fostering me just before my 16th birthday, and managed to get paid quite a bit for me." He nodded, indicating he was listening.