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

Aizawa was stricken with worry. He had just gotten off the phone with me, at the dead of night at 3:30am. He dragged a hand down his face, breathing a deep sigh. His hands were slightly cold, holding his face in them. Deciding that he was not going to be able to get back to sleep, he settled on having early-morning coffee.

With a hoodie on and some slippers, he made his way to the staff kitchen. He opened the fridge- no milk. Grumbling, he turned around and made his way to the student kitchen. It was pitch black, save for the under the counter lighting turned on by a familiar silhouette, drinking a coffee of his own. He wasn't looking at his phone, or anything like that. He was sipping on his coffee, staring into the darkness.

"Shinso. Can't sleep?" Shinso didn't turn to look at him, choosing to continue to stare into nothing. Aizawa poured some coffee of his own, before adding a small amount of milk.

"She just... left?" He asked. Aizawa stirred his coffee. Shinso fiddled with his hoodie strings- from the purple hoodie that I picked out for him. I told him it went well with his hair. Shinso, however, tried not to remember that.

"Yeah." The purple-haired boy took another sip of coffee.

"I don't get it. All those bullshit reassurances, for what? She's just like everyone else in the end. I was stupid for thinking this time would be any different." He gritted his teeth in anger. He thought to himself, how could I do this to him? How could I take him as my own, and abandon him? How could I lie to him?

"She'll come back. I'm sure of it." Aizawa nodded in the dark.

"Yeah. Sure." Hitoshi wasn't convinced.

The two finished their coffees, and trudged back to their rooms to try and sleep- although, coffee probably wasn't a good idea.

In the morning, Aizawa was ready for another day of teaching, and headed downstairs to leave the dorms. All of the students were gathered around the TV, some dressed in their uniforms, some still in their pyjamas. Apparently they were so enthralled by the TV, that they had forgotten they have school soon.

"Mr. Aizawa, look..." Kaminari called from the couch. On the TV was the morning news. The headline? A League of Villains member was spotted in the red-light district. In the shaky phone camera image on the TV, was the unmistakable silhouette of myself. I look tired, with a jacket on.

A black bomber jacket. A gift. A symbol representing the loss of the walls around me.

I was standing next to Dabi. He was leading me to their hideout.

"Miss L/N joined the League of Villains." He continued. The students were disappointed. Hitoshi's eyes were widened, staring at the floor. In anger, confusion, or shock? No one knew. Hitoshi fiddled with the hem of his blazer.

"I'm off." With a sigh, Aizawa left the building. He heard footsteps padding behind him. He got out to the entrance, before Hitoshi called out to him.

"What do you know?" He called out. Aizawa stopped in his tracks, turning around. The air was cold, standard for a mid December morning. Aizawa sat down on the bench by the doors, holding his arms due to the chill. Hitoshi sat down too, his breath visible.

"What do you mean, Shinso?" He kept a poker face. Clearly, when I was sent on this mission, it was highly classified. Telling Shinso could compromise it.

"You had no reaction when that picture was on the TV. So, I'll ask again- what do you know? Because none of this makes sense to me, so it can't make sense to you either." Aizawa formulated a response as the teen shivered.

"I saw it coming." Hitoshi knew this was a cop out.

"Cut the shit. She wouldn't do this."

"Do what?"