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

The Halloween Party

"So you spent part of your first year at UA in a group home then was fostered until your second year?" He took a sip after speaking.

"Yeah, basically. When my foster family got rid of me, the government gave me this apartment, and paid for it until I graduated. The rent's reduced quite a bit as well. That's how I went a year without working, just living on savings." Aizawa's mouth hung open, slightly agape.

"You had to look after yourself at that young age?" He found this to be quite sad. Y/N, however, found this to be normal. This was her norm, after all.

"Not that young. Besides, I was basically looking after myself before that. My foster family wanted the pay check, and didn't want to spend it on feeding me. Anyways, that's why I was lonely." Her drink was empty now. She poured another one, spilling some of it on the coffee table. With a shaking hand, she picked up the glass. Aizawa watched on, concerned with the drinking now.

"And why were you sad?" He tried to pour some more of his own drink, but Y/N took the bottle from him and poured for him.

"No one wanted me. Not my parents, not my foster families. And not my boyfriend, in the end. And I was just alone. It was hard." She tried to smile. But it was a nervous, upset, 'I'm talking about something sad but it's actually not sad' smile. The alcohol was making her feel more open. Making her into an open book, that the man next to her could read at his leisure. She felt like he seemed more open too- maybe it was the intimacy of dressing his wounds, maybe it was the way his bun had come loose after punching Japan's national treasure, and the loose pieces of hair framed his face.

"But I want you." He whispered. A stray tear rolled down Y/N's face, sitting in stunned silence. Aizawa's brows pinched together, as he brought a hand up to her face, gently using his thumb to wipe away her tears.

"You do?" She whispered, barely audible. Her breath was still, refusing to let him know how she felt inside. He noticed, suddenly pulling his hand away.

"I mean- I like being with you. It makes me happy to see you, and hang out with you. I like getting to know you. For example, what makes you happy?" He asked, now going back to his drink.

What made Y/N happy? Not being alone. Helping people?

"Helping people." She responded.

"Being of service to others doesn't count. I mean, hobbies and things like that."

"Well, what makes you happy?"

"My cat. Reading. Sometimes I play video games, too." She smiled at this. She wondered more about his personal life, which he seemed to keep guarded off.

"Really? What do you like to read?" She was rubbing her thumb on her glass, moving the condensation around.

"Science fiction. But what do you enjoy?" Y/N bit her cheek, knowing exactly what it was. She got up, heading to the corner of the room. Aizawa watched, curious of what she was doing. She pulled a bedsheet off of what looked like a large box, revealing an upright piano.

"Piano. Nowadays, it just gathers dust." Shell shocked, Aizawa's jaw dropped.

"...I did not expect that." He remarked. She could play an instrument? Everything Aizawa found out about Y/N, left him desperate to know more.

"How did you get into that?" He asked.

"My first group home had a piano. It was old, and kinda out of tune, but it worked. I just thought it was so cool, and it was a nice distraction from real life. When I left that home at 12, the next one didn't have a piano. So, when I got my first pay check, the very first thing I bought was this piano." He walked over, admiring the instrument. It was black and glossy, reflecting the pairs' faces.

"Huh." He gingerly tapped a key, sending a low noise reverberating through the room.

"... I also like anime." Aizawa stopped tapping the key, turning to her and laughing.

"Aizawa. Thank you." Y/N was leaning against the wall, fiddling with the hem of her jacket.

"For what?" He was curious.

"For giving me a really good memory of today." Aizawa was confused by this. He remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"19 years ago today, I got my friend killed, and got my quirk. Normally, I'd spend today crying and drinking." Aizawa kicked himself for not realising what today was. Sure, she never told him what day it had happened, but he wished he had realised and been able to help her. Not go punching guys and ruining her night.

"I kinda did that anyways, but you gave me a really funny memory! Maybe now I'll be able to look back on Halloween and think about you punching All Might, and not what I did. Thank you." Y/N hugged him, holding him tight. Aizawa was surprised, but held her too. He'd managed to help her? Sounds like he needed to plan something just as good for her birthday.

A/N

A nice moment between Y/N and Aizawa, and justice being brought down on All Might. Sweet revenge!

Also, this book is going in a direction where I'm going to start adding trigger warnings when necessary. In addition, this book is going to become NSFW at parts ;)

See ya'll next week,

Wyatt.