Chapter 9
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Warnings: Mentions of trauma, fear-based attacks, emotional vulnerability, and mild language. Reader discretion advised.
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One Week After USJ
Aizawa wasn’t the easiest patient. He was grumpy, stubborn, and had a habit of sneaking out of his hospital bed when he thought no one was looking. Unfortunately for him, you were always looking.
“Sit. Down.”
“I need to check the class reports.”
“You need to not pop your stitches like an
idiot.”
He scowled but complied, dropping back onto the hospital bed with a grunt. You threw a blanket over him and shoved a protein bar into his hand.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re also not invincible.”
He didn’t argue this time. Progress.
Over the course of the week, you visited every day. Sometimes with Nemuri or Hizashi, sometimes alone. You brought him books, bento, and once—a plant named Fred that he immediately moved to the windowsill.
It started small. Shared smirks. Comfortable silence. A soft laugh here and there. The awkward lines between undercover partnership and something more began to blur.
Not that either of you would admit it.
One afternoon, he fell asleep mid-sentence while reading. You didn’t move, just watched the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, fingers twitching occasionally. He looked peaceful. Tired, but safe.
You didn’t know when he started to mean more.
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Two Weeks Later – UA Grounds
The Sports Festival announcement went about as expected.
“I expect you all to give your best performance,” Aizawa told Class 1-A, his tone flat. “This is not just a school event. It’s a scouting opportunity. Don’t waste it.”
When you met up with him later that day, he was nursing a headache from all the student yelling.
“So,” you said, sitting beside him on a rooftop bench, “Sports Festival, huh?”
He nodded. “Same as always. Nezu wants me visible again to calm the media.”
You offered him a sip of your coffee. He took it without complaint.
“You gonna start looking for interns?” he asked.
You shook your head. “Not this year.”
He raised a brow. “That’s unlike you.”
“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, “I’ve got enough on my plate pretending to be your wife. Might as well focus on the mission.”
He didn’t laugh, but his lips quirked slightly. “Right.”
Right.
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Later That Night – Separate Conversations
Aizawa & Hizashi
“I think she’s growing on me,” Aizawa muttered.
Hizashi blinked at him over his ramen bowl. “What?”
“Y/N. She’s not as annoying as she used to be.”
“That’s code for ‘I’m falling in love,’ you emotionally constipated cryptid.”
“It’s not love,” Aizawa snapped.
“Sure. You only stare at her like she hung the moon.”
“Eat your noodles.”
“I am! I’m also right!”
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Y/N & Fat Gum
“I don’t know what’s happening,” you said, lying on the couch in Fat Gum’s office.
“Sounds like feelings.”
“Nope. Absolutely not.”
He raised a brow. “You visited him every day in the hospital.”
“I visit lots of people.”
“Do you bring everyone bento and name their plants?”
You groaned. “I hate you.”
He grinned. “That’s the sound of denial.”
You chucked a pillow at him.
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A Week Later – Downtown Incident
The villain's quirk was fear-based. A mist that triggered traumatic flashbacks upon contact.
You didn’t realize you’d been hit until it was too late.
One moment you were holding a light barrier in place to protect civilians. The next, you were eight years old again, trapped in a dim room, wrists tied, trembling while a voice whispered threats in your ear.
You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move.
Not again. Not again.
“Y/N!”
You didn’t hear him.
Aizawa found you behind the debris, eyes wide, lips trembling. Your hands glowed with uncontrollable light, sparking wildly with fear.
“Y/N. It’s me. It’s Shouta.”
You flinched.
He dropped his goggles, erasing the lingering mist's effects with one glance. Then slowly—so slowly—he reached out and took your hand.
“You’re safe,” he said softly. “You’re not there anymore.”
Tears slid down your cheeks.
“I hate that it still gets to me,” you whispered.
“It’s not your fault.”
You didn’t answer.
He held your hand the whole way home.
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That Night – Safe House
Wrapped in a blanket on the couch, you sat beside Aizawa in silence.
“Thank you,” you murmured eventually.
He nodded. “I’ll always come for you.”
Something in your chest twisted.
You didn’t say it.
Neither did he.
But something had shifted.
The lines between undercover and unspoken began to blur just a little more.
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