TW: SELF-HARM
"Excited for yet another staff meeting?" Aizawa groggily sipped on his coffee, glancing at the clock on the wall. Classes were starting back up today, the students having moved in the day before, and naturally there was to be a staff briefing beforehand. Aizawa and Y/N had spent the morning trying to stop Kaminari from putting a knife in the toaster to get his toast out, and Midoriya from putting a metal spoon and bowl in the microwave. The two were shocked at the lack of life skills the students had.
"Oh yeah, I'm dying from the anticipation." She lazily sucked on the straw of her iced coffee, as the teachers around the room were having their own conversations.
"Now that everyone's here, let's begin!" Nezu quietened the room down before speaking.
"After the incident at the mall yesterday, has everyone living in a dorm let the students know that they need a teacher chaperone to leave campus?" The faces around the room gave nods of affirmation. Apart from All Might.
"We need to address the elephant in the room. L/N suggested the trip to the mall in the first place, and it just so happened that a prolific villain got his hands on a student during this outing? Coincidence? I think not." The skinny All Might folded his arms, shooting a look of suspicion at Y/N.
"All Might, I'm about this close to leaping over this table and flooring your scrawny conspiracy believing ass-" She held her fingers together in a pinching gesture.
"L/N. Please." Nezu interrupted her. She scowled at the top hero.
"What is it gonna take? Hook me up to a lie detector if you want! Anything to get you off my back." She continued. Aizawa raised a brow.
"That... could actually be arranged." He pointed this statement at All Might. The skinny man's face looked as if he'd smelled something bad.
"Let's say I can arrange for someone I know with a lie detection quirk to come question L/N. Would that ease your concerns?" All Might guffawed doubtfully.
"Perfect. After school?" He asked. Y/N shrugged.
"Sure."
----
With Present Mic looking after 1-A in their dorm, Aizawa was driving with Y/N to the police station.
"So, this detective has a sister with a lie detecting quirk?" She asked, beginning to get anxious with the prospect of letting out her secrets.
"Yes. I worked with her in Naruhata." She snapped her head to him, his focus remaining on the road.
"Really? I worked there a few times when I was 19." Aizawa thought for a moment.
"Huh. We could have run into each other." She laughed lightly.
"Sounds like fate." He looked at her for a moment, before turning back to the road.
"We'll have to talk about that some more." The pro hero pulled the car into the police station, the pair got out soon after.
"Aizawa!" A woman waved from the doors, walking up to them.
"Makoto. Thanks for agreeing to help us today." He gave her a nod.
"Oh, don't be silly! Anything to help out a friend." She led them into the building, walking past metal detectors and other police officers.
"And you must be L/N?" She turned to her, opening a door to an interrogation room. Y/N nodded with a polite smile. Y/N took a seat at the table, and Makoto sat at the chair opposite.
"Aizawa." The detective entered, along with All Might.
"Detective Tsukauchi, thanks for allowing us to use an interrogation room." Aizawa greeted the man.
"No problem at all. Should we get started?" All Might, Tsukauchi, and Aizawa stood leaning against the wall.
"L/N, my quirk is Polygraph. I can detect the lies of anyone I touch, so if you could please put your hand on the table. To give you an idea, let's start with a simple question, please answer with a lie. What colour is the sky?" Y/N huffed, putting her hand on the table. Makoto put hers on the table too, touching her fingers with Y/N's.
"Green."
"That was a lie. What colour are your eyes? Please answer with the truth." Y/N nodded.
"Brown."
"That was the truth. All Might, are you ready?" All Might stepped forward, ready to put her to the wall.
"Are you a villain?" He asked.
"No." Makoto thought for a moment.
"Truth." She affirmed. Aizawa's eyes darted back and forth between whoever was speaking, as if watching a tennis match, growing nervous on her behalf.
"Did you tell the League of Villains, or any villains, about the exams or the trip to the mall?" he continued.
"No."
"Truth."
"What is your quirk?" She shot him an angry look.
"Isn't knowing I'm not a villain enough?" Y/N asked.
"No, you could still be intending to harm the students. You are a very secretive person, so I need to know all the facts. So, what is your quirk?" She clenched her teeth.
"It's called Stealth. I can hold my breath for about 10 minutes, and my heart rate goes down to about 1bpm for that time." All Might raised his brows. That was not what he was expecting. Makoto's brows knitted together.
"That was a lie..." Y/N tilted her head.
"Huh?" Y/N though for a second, before answering again. All Might gave her a shit-eating grin.
"Okay, well my quirk was Stealth." Makoto nodded.
"Truth."
"I can still hold my breath for 10 minutes and reduce my heart rate to almost nothing, making it impossible to hear me."
"Truth."
"But I used to be able to change people's perception of me when my quirk was activated, sort of being invisible, always in the corner of your eye. My target would never know I was there."
"Truth." All Might wore a look of bewilderment. What had happened to her, he wondered?
"The part of my quirk that made me impossible to perceive disappeared after a fight. I woke up and it was gone, so that's why I stopped doing hero work. But my heart and lungs are a mutant part of the quirk, so it seems I kept that."
"Truth." All Might's eyes widened.
"Your quirk was stolen?" Y/N blinked a few times.
"I don't know about 'stolen', but it was just gone when I woke up in the middle of the street." All Might's eyes narrowed.
"That's not good... That's not good at all." He paced the room. Detective Tsukauchi turned to him.
"You don't think...?" He trailed off, looking at All Might.
"Midoriya told me that Shigaraki just disappeared after letting him go. In a split second, he was holding his neck, and then just gone." Y/N's eyes darted between the pair.
"Sorry, what is going on?" She asked.
"L/N, do you know who took your quirk?" She laughed nervously.
"No! I don't think quirks can be taken, can they?"
"Truth." All Might went to leave the room.
"We're done here. L/N, I believe you aren't a villain. Sorry for the grief I gave you." He beckoned the detective to come out with them, and with a slam of the door, they were gone.
"That was fucking weird."
"...Truth."
----
Aizawa and Y/N sat outside the police station, positively confused as to what had just gone on.
"The idea of that crusty asswipe using my quirk pisses me off." The grit of the concrete was rough, as she held the step she was sitting on.
"I didn't even think quirks could be taken, or given for that matter..." Aizawa looked at the sky.
"You heard it from Midoriya himself and Uraraka, Shigaraki just disappeared. With that awful quirk that decays everything, and being invisible on top of that? It would be awful." Y/N was angry with herself for letting her quirk get stolen. How could she let him do that? Because of her own incompetence, she had given this man insane power.
"I think we need to talk about your hero career. We need to figure out who would've known to take it."
----
The pair walked back into the dorms, to find Hizashi telling off Todoroki for leaving the stove unattended.
"Having fun?" Y/N called from the doors. Hizashi was practically crying tears of relief at seeing his coworkers walk in.
"Thank God! I'll take my 3rd year students over this any day! It's like they don't have common sense!" He shuddered.
"Like they don't have common sense? They just don't have commons sense, period." Y/N face palmed.
"Anyways, you're relieved of your duties. Thanks for looking after them for us. Say hi to Midnight for us!" Hizashi left 1-A, off to 3-B dorms to check on how his own students and Midnight were doing.
"We're back now, but we'll be upstairs if anyone needs anything." Aizawa greeted the students. They said their hellos before waving them off.
"So you're going to do the plan tomorrow, Uraraka?" Asui asked. Uraraka flashed a thumbs up.
Y/N led Aizawa to her room, collapsing on the sofa. Aizawa did the same. Y/N wasted no time telling Aizawa the particulars of her career.
"Alright. So, when I finished UA, I was scouted by the Intelligence Office. The government already knew about me and my quirk because I was in the foster system, and they basically snapped me up. That was how I met Keigo, he was in a government agency too. It was kinda funny, he noticed my Endeavour keychain and turned out we both loved him." She got up, rifling through a file filled with important documents. She took out what looked like some kind of licence, handing it to Aizawa.
'IDENTITY CARD
L/N Y/N
LEVEL 4 SECURITY CLEARANCE
PUBLIC SECURITY DIVISION'
There was an ID picture of Y/N, with considerably shorter hair, and a suit. That suit she wore to get permission from the students' parents for dorms.
"You look very different." He remarked, studying the card.
"Yeah, I cut off my hair to better disguise myself. My work was a lot of gathering intelligence, evidence, and capturing single targets for questioning. My quirk made me perfect for it." She smiled, reminiscing.
"And the suit?" She laughed.
"Yes, it's a men's suit. Just another disguise, a way to get into a party or event." Y/N sat down next to him.
"Why did you stop working for them then?"
"I was 20, and I'd been with Keigo almost 2 years. He started doing public hero work and told me to do that too. He didn't like me being gone so long on missions. He also didn't like my hair being so short..." She twirled a lock of hair in her fingers, missing how quick and easy short hair was.
"Shallow asshole." He laughed.
"But this doesn't narrow it down. There's about a thousand people who could have it out for me. My identity was secret anyways- if it was anyone, it would be from my time as a pro hero." Aizawa shrugged.
"Well, at least I know more about you now. What about your time in Naruhata?" She thought for a moment, before grabbing a case file out of her closet.
"There was a human trafficking ring. The case file for that is classified, so that's in the depths of the government somewhere. But, I spent a while tracking these vigilantes there too. Keeping tabs, making sure they don't try changing to the side of villainy." She handed him the file. He thumbed through, looking at the pictures.
"You'd be surprised how often vigilantes turn villain, because they're bitter about not being able to be a pro hero. We mainly just let them get on with it, and if they tried anything unsavoury, I'd have them arrested." Aizawa continued to flip through the casework and images.
"But the Naruhata vigilantes were mostly harmless. They actually cleaned up the streets a bit, although I didn't get to see the case through till the end because of Keigo." Suddenly, Aizawa tapped an image quite harshly.
"That's me." Y/N looked at the picture, and sure enough, Aizawa was in the corner.
"Oh shit, it is..." Aizawa found some more images.
"And here. Oh, and here." Y/N was puzzled. How did she miss this?
"So, for however long, you were just sitting in on our conversations? And we just never knew?" She shook her head.
"You wouldn't have ever known. My job was to never get noticed and quietly gather data and keep an eye." Aizawa pointed to another picture, a full-on close-up portrait image of him.
"How did you not recognise me?" She thought for a moment, before clicking her fingers in realisation.
"Oh! I do remember you! I thought you were a vigilante, that's why I took that photo, but once I found that you were a pro hero, your face just kinda got purged from my brain. I even backed off the group a bit because you were keeping tabs on them yourself." Aizawa nodded, still surprised that they were less than 5ft from each other without him realising.
----
Y/N paced Gym Gamma, watching her students fight.
"Hado, you need to turn more into the kick." She directed the blue-haired student.
"Thanks Miss L/N!"
Y/N had a lot on her mind. Like someone stealing her quirk. Was there a way to get it back? Could she get back her life? Could shed this depressing identity?
Her phone buzzed from her pocket.
'From: Uraraka
hi miss! me, todoroki and deku want to see a film after school. Would you mind coming with us please? just book the seat on the link i've sent you, it's a row behind us :)'
Y/N clicked on the link. Why on earth did the three of them want to see a romance film together? Begrudgingly, she booked the seat.
'Uraraka:
Hi Uraraka, I have booked the seat. Enjoy your film.
thanks miss! we've also booked a table at a restaurant nearby, would you mind booking this table a bit away from us?'
Great, she was going to spend the evening eating alone as well. She clicked on the link, booking a small booth.
'Uraraka:
All done. See you tonight. How are you getting there?
my mom is taking us, we'll meet you there!'
----
Y/N was rushing around her dorm, trying to find suitable clothes. Uraraka had texted her, asking her not to wear her hero costume to avoid drawing attention to them. Of course, she still had her utility belt on, with her knife inside. She concealed it with her leather jacket. She went with a classic pair of black ripped skinny jeans with her boots, and an off the shoulder black long-sleeved top. She quickly put on some mascara to at least make it look like she'd put in a bit of effort. Man, it almost felt like they'd booked the film so close to the end of school on purpose! She didn't even have time to go tell Aizawa she was going out!
Y/N stepped out of the lift into the student common area.
"Guys, can you tell Aizawa I'm chaperoning a cinema visit for Uraraka, Todoroki and Midoriya? Or actually, I can just text him-" She began to get her phone out before Kaminari and Jiro shouted.
"No! No, he told us he's having a nap and not to disturb him unless a villain shows up or someone's dying!" Kaminari smiled nervously, as Jirou face palmed. Looking around the room, the rest of the students had similar looks. Well, that certainly sounds like something Aizawa would say.
"Uh, okay... As long as he's here, that's fine then." Behind her, the doors to the dorm building slid open.
"I am here! For games night!" Y/N turned around, bewildered.
"Huh?" She asked, looking between All Might and the students.
"The students asked me to come over this evening for some team-building games!" She looked at the students, who were vigorously nodding. Kaminari threw a games controller at All Might, who caught it.
"Ready for Mario kart, everyone?" Kaminari looked around the room, everyone was still nodding awkwardly.
"Alright then... Have fun. At least this means you don't have to wake the beast. Behave yourselves while I'm gone." She waved to the kids, before the doors shut behind her.
"Man, that was close!" Uraraka came out from her hiding place, as well as Midoriya and Todoroki. All Might raised a brow.
"Why were you hiding?" He asked, trying to make sense of the situation.
"No reason!"
"Where is L/N off to? I also saw Aizawa leave the campus about half an hour ago..." He wanted to know. Midoriya sweat dropped before answering.
"Oh, some police stuff! About Shigaraki. Which is why you need to stay here with us." All Might nodded, taking their word for it.
----
Y/N stood in the reception area of the cinema, looking around for the three students she was meant to be looking after. Instead, a certain black-haired man caught her eye.
"Aizawa?!" She caught his attention. He was also in casual clothes, a white short sleeved t-shirt and his black bomber jacket. He had black jeans and white sneakers, and his hair was tied in a loose bun.
"L/N? What are you doing here?" He checked out her outfit, growing more and more confused.
"I'm here to chaperone for Uraraka, To-"
"Todoroki and Midoriya." He interrupted. Simultaneously, they both got out their phones, showing each other the texts they had received. Midoriya had asked Aizawa, and Uraraka had asked Y/N.
"What seat did they make you book?" He asked.
"L17. You?" She checked her booking.
"...L18." They gave each other a look of exasperation.
"I think we've been had." Aizawa deduced. Suddenly, their phones both went off at almost the same time.
'From: Uraraka
sorry miss l/n, we aren't feeling well so we're going to stay in tonight, but don't worry about rushing back because all might is here all night'
Y/N showed her phone to Aizawa. He showed her his, showing a very similar text from Midoriya.
"Well? What should we do?" She asked, looking around awkwardly.
"No point in wasting the tickets." He shrugged, walking off to the screen.
"What, you seriously want to watch a romance film?" She trailed after him, finding their seats.
"Well, we're already here, right?"
Apprehensively, Y/N took a seat next to Aizawa. The film had just started, and the screen was empty, save for our protagonist and her accidental date.
"It's like we have our own private theatre, cool..." She leaned back getting comfortable. Their seats were at the back of the room.
Y/N wasn't huge on romance films, but still had the occasional gasp when the main character confessed her love.
"I can't believe she just told him like that!" She told him.
"Why not?" He asked. There was nobody else in the screen to tell them to shush, so they had conversations freely.
"Well, they're coworkers! And there's the other guy that's chasing her..." She reasoned.
"If she's in love with him, wouldn't it be the rational thing to just let him know, rather than dancing around it?" He leaned in, speaking over the film.
"I guess not..." Aizawa decided to be risky.
"Do you think he's too old for her?" He tested the waters.
"I don't think so, she's 21 and he's 28. That's not too bad. Besides, she loves him for his personality, not his age, and she likes the way he looks." The woman on the screen was pouring her heart out to the leading man.
"So, you think personality comes first?" He snaked an arm around her shoulder. Thanks to how dark the room was, he couldn't see her face turn pink.
"Yeah. Looks are an added bonus." Y/N tried not to let her voice waver.
"That they are." He gave her a warm look and smiled, before returning to the film.
The film ended, and the two left the cinema. They breathed the fresh air of the night, the sky pitch black. Before they could discuss the movie, Y/N had a text come through.
'Reminder of your 8pm booking at xxxx Restaurant. You will be charged for the deposit if you do not attend."
"Oh shit. Did they have you book the same restaurant as well?"
"That one?" He pointed at the restaurant opposite the cinema. They began to trudge over to it.
"Why do I feel like they chose one that requires a deposit on purpose?" Aizawa shrugged. Might as well make the best of a weird situation. They walked into the restaurant, the waiter leading them to their booth. It was a fairly laid back restaurant, the kind where you'd order on your phone or at the counter. But of course, the money grubbing bastards wanted a deposit to be paid. It would be taken off the bill, of course.
"I think I'll get the chicken tenders." She read through the menu, making her selection. The restaurant was bustling with background chatter.
"Me too." They ordered their meals on their phones.
"So, Aizawa, you never explained what you were doing in Naruhata, running around with vigilantes? I reread the case file, and I had put you on a vigilante watch list with the amount you were with them. In the end, you ended up helping me out by keeping an eye on them, but initially you were on a watch list..." He laughed, thinking back.
"That's just where I was working at the time, and I ran into those guys a lot." She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the images.
"You certainly did. This is my file I found on you." Y/N showed him the phone. Aizawa's picture was on the paper in the image, next to some rough notes.
'Aizawa Shota Notes for Report
Aged 26?
Vigilante Pro Hero 'Eraser Head'
Frequently seen with 'Naruhata Vigilantes':
-'The Cruller' ' Crawler'
-'Pop Step'
-'Knuckleduster'
Subject has been seen with the above group on multiple occasions. Pro hero status confirmed, will ease off on the group.'
His jaw dropped slightly.
"You had an entire report on me and still didn't recognise me?" She scoffed, just before their drinks were brought to the table.
"Like I said, once I realised you weren't a vigilante, it didn't really matter." She smiled, sucking on the straw of her cola.
"Actually, if anything, I'm rather disappointed with myself for not noticing you, right under my nose during our conversations." Aizawa trailed off. Y/N found this amusing.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. I was trained to never be noticed, and my quirk helped that a lot. My job was to stay in the shadows until needed. Besides, I was jumping around cities a lot and followed a lot of different groups in between missions that needed me specifically." Aizawa nodded at the woman, as their food was brough to their table.
The two enjoyed their food, taking their time, and got to know each other some more. The conversation flowed, the two teachers enjoying each other's company.
"You were in the General Studies class at UA?!" Y/N exclaimed, taking a bite of a chicken tender.
"Yes, but I was moved to Heroics in my second year. My quirk wasn't all that helpful in the entrance exams." She scoffed at his response. UA's exam was extremely biased towards flashy quirks.
"That entrance exam is stupid. So many kids with great quirks, and the drive needed to be a hero are overlooked because of stupid robots." She angrily tore into a chicken tender, as Aizawa let out a small laugh.
"Why don't you do something about it then?" Her eyebrow raised.
"Me? What can I do about something like that?" He looked at her as if she were an idiot.
"...You're the course leader for Heroics. It's your job to coordinate the entrance exam..." A metaphorical lightbulb appeared over her head as she watched Aizawa eat a fry.
"Oh! I guess it would make sense for me to choose my own students after all." He laughed a little, tucking a loose bit of hair behind his ear.
"You do make me laugh sometimes."
Y/N didn't know why, but this made her blush. It was something about the way his cold exterior faltered only for her. Not for Hizashi, not for Midnight, not for anyone else. It made her feel special, like she was the only person in the world who got the privilege of seeing the real Aizawa. It made her feel conflicted. On any other day, with any other person, she felt unremarkable. Someone who blends in. Someone who was tired and fed up, a washed-up pro hero with no one who loves her. But Aizawa made her feel that she deserved to be happy.
"Oh... I'm glad." Was all she could say in response, with a nervous smile. He returned her expression.
They finished up their food. Aizawa checked his watch outside the restaurant, the time was 9:58pm.
"I know that the students asked us to not wear our hero costumes, but you still brought some kind of weapon, right?" He asked out of curiosity, as they walked towards his car.
"Of course." She lifted up her leather jacket to reveal her utility belt. Aizawa moved his own jacket, revealing the same.
"That's a nice jacket. Where did you get it from?" She paused for a second, fiddling with the jacket.
"Birthday present from Keigo." He noticed how she seemed to get sad over this.
"Do you not like it?" She shrugged as they walked through the carpark.
"It's alright, I just don't like the memory associated with it. I don't have any other jackets, either." He stood in front of her, blocking her path.
"Take off your jacket." Y/N hesitated, involuntarily holding a breath nervously. She slowly removed the jacket, holding it in her arms. There was a slight breeze, cold enough to give her goosebumps along her exposed skin. The sky was dark, yet the streetlights allowed the pair to see one another. Aizawa removed his bomber jacket, exposing his short-sleeved t-shirt and arms. He moved to stand behind her, draping it over her shoulders. Just for a moment, his hands lingered there, his hands on her arms. Y/N tried her best to ignore her pounding heart.
"There. Now you have another jacket." He said lowly in her ear. He moved away, leaving her frozen.
"Shall we go?" He pressed the button on his car keys, causing his car's headlights to flicker on briefly. Y/N nodded, quickly slipping her arms in the jacket sleeves.
Our pair arrived back at UA around 10:30pm. Some of the students were sill lingering in he common area. Aizawa paused outside the door, just out of view of the students. He took a deep breath, before his expression changed from relaxed, to exuding an aura of bloodlust. Any hint of content from their accidental date was now gone. The door opened, causing Sero and Kaminari to flinch from the sofa.
"Kaminari. You told me Mr Aizawa was having a nap." Anger laced her words. Kaminari was shaking in fear.
"I- I really thought he was! That's what I was told!" Sweat rolled down his forehead at the sight of the two scariest teachers of UA practically on fire with rage. When they were told that they would be living with Aizawa and L/N in the first place, other classes offered their condolences, knowing how frightening that would be.
"By who." Aizawa continued. Kaminari's eyes shot to Sero, before figuring out how to get out of this sticky situation.
"Uhhhhh- Oh! Sero, there's a mosquito on you! Let me get it for you-"
"No!" Sero cried out, but his attempts to stop Kaminari were futile. Kaminari let off his quirk, sending bright flashes throughout the room. Kaminari's face changed, now holding a thumbs up.
"Wheeeyy..." Y/N facepalmed, as Sero began to recover from the attack. Kaminari had used his quirk to make himself become dumb, to make sure he couldn't give his classmates up. How noble...
Aizawa stormed off, walking in the direction of the lift. The teachers got off on Midoriya's floor, and knocked on his door. After a short wait, the green-haired boy opened the door. He was holding his stomach.
"Midoriya... Are you actually ill?" Y/N asked. Midoriya nodded vigorously, enough to probably rattle his brain around in his skull.
"Yeah! My stomach just hurts so bad..." Aizawa rolled his eyes before shutting the door for him.
"If anyone, I would have thought Midoriya would have admitted to setting this up." He said, as they made their way to Uraraka's dorm.
"He's definitely not the mastermind, though. My money's on Uraraka." She affirmed, knocking on the girl's door. Hagakure opened it.
"Mr Aizawa! Miss L/N! It's good you're here, Uraraka is really coming down with something!" Looking through what is most likely Hagakure's head, Uraraka was sprawled out on her bed in pyjamas. She had a wet flannel on her head.
"I'm just so ill..." She put on an Oscar worthy performance.
"Get well soon..." Y/N stated confusedly as she shut the door. They got back in the lift to head towards Todoroki's room.
"...Do you think they bought it?" Uraraka whispered.
"Totally!" Hagakure affirmed.
Y/N knocked on Todoroki's door, still holding her jacket in her arms.
"Come in." The pair looked at each other before slowly turning the doorknob.
Todoroki was lying on the bed, positioned like a sick Victorian child on his death bed.
"Miss L/N, Mr Aizawa... I'm so thankful that you are here in my last moments. I fear that I have not long for this world." The half-redhead had a thermometer hanging out of his mouth. Y/N studied the thermometer closely.
"Todoroki... The thermometer is red all the way up to the top, 60 degrees Celsius. Are you sure you're not using your quirk...?" She asked in an accusatory tone.
"...No." The flames escaped his mouth slightly, as the thermometer shattered at the top.
"See? I am truly in the throes of illness." The group stared at each other, dumbfounded with the situation.
"Goodnight, Todoroki." The two left, heading back up to their own floor. Y/N leant against the mirror in the lift.
"From now on, let's text each other every time the students want to go out with one of us..." Aizawa smirked.
"Agreed." He responded.
The two said their goodbyes, Aizawa had walked her back to her room. Y/N collapsed on the sofa, drained from the day.
"Man..." She muttered, putting her head in her hands. She couldn't believe that she had been tricked like that! Those sneaky kids...
She adjusted her jacket- remembering whose it was. Out of curiosity, she reached into the right pocket, pulling out its contents. There was a half-full packet of cigarettes, a lighter, and a hair tie. She reached into the other pocket, pulling out his wallet. It was black leather. There was his hero licence in the see-through pocket, and various bank cards. Opening it up, a bit of cash poked out the top, and a...
Oh.
Is he stupid? Doesn't he know that keeping that in your wallet is bad? That the constant friction of a wallet can wear it down and cause it to break when used? How long has this been in his wallet for? Who was it for? Was he seeing a girl? Was she prettier than Y/N? Smarter than her, funnier than her? Was her body more attractive? Was she also a hero? A more badass one, with an amazing quirk? When Y/N wasn't on patrol with Aizawa, was he with her instead? Why was she feeling so many emotions at once? She needed to get them out, she needed to release them. How did she get into the bathroom?
Before Y/N knew it, her leg was red with blood. The razor gleamed against the bathroom light. What was wrong with her, she wondered? This is why Aizawa would never want a girl like her. She was too young, too naïve, too broken.
But... Did she even want him? Did she care? It wasn't like she liked him, or anything. They were just friends. Just friends. So why was her heart aching like this? Why did she wish he was there to hold her when her emotions were too much? When the world was overwhelming, when her own mind was tormenting her?
Why was she sobbing on the bathroom floor, wishing that Aizawa Shota was there to dry her tears?
Y/N cleaned herself up before leaving the bathroom, and sunk back into the sofa. She took a deep inhale of the jacket. It smelled like cigarettes and cologne. It was comforting. It smelled like him. Picking up the wallet again, she looked at it more carefully. Oh, how stupid she was. She was thinking like a stupid little girl, and not an intelligent hero. The pocket that the object of her heartbreak was held in, had no circular indent. Normally, keeping something abnormally shaped in a leather wallet that long would reshape the leather, like when you keep too many cards in a wallet, and it expands and stretches permanently. But alas, there was no circular shape imprinted on the material. This meant that this item hasn't been in here long at all, and he hadn't been keeping them in his wallet regularly. The wallet wasn't new either, the leather was worn and tarnished.
As she opened up and inspected the pocket, a picture fell out that was hidden behind Aizawa's hero licence in the see-through pocket. It was a small polaroid Hizashi forced Aizawa and Y/N to take at the Halloween party. He kept it? He kept it in his wallet, always on his person. Y/N had a warm smile in the photo, and Aizawa's arm was around her. He had a slight smirk himself.
She put together all the information she had. That thing was put in his wallet recently, and that picture is in his wallet too.
Was it... for her? Not another woman? She stared at the picture. No, surely not. She wasn't good enough to be wanted like that, or loved. Surely, she wasn't worthy of anything like that.
The door knocked, interrupting her train of thought. "L/N? I left my wallet in your jacket." Her jacket? Oh yeah, he gave it to her. To keep. She wiped her eyes, not knowing if they were still red or not. He didn't need to see her cry again. Being all weak and pathetic.
She got up and put her jeans back on, opening the door.
"Here." She put on her best smile, her heart still aching. He was so close, yet so far. His hair was taken down, back to its normal state. Aizawa's eyes travelled down to her right thigh.
"Why's your leg wet?"
Shit. It wasn't wet, that was blood. But her jeans were black, so there was no way to tell it was red. Right? He wouldn't know? The jig wasn't up. He couldn't know how feeble she was.
"I sat in something." His eyes narrowed.
"But it's on the side of your leg." She faltered slightly.
"I spilled something on it." He leaned in close, before touching her thigh.
"Hey!" She tried to move away, but when he lifted his palm, it was red. His eyebrows knitted with worry.
"Show me." He said firmly, pushing his way into the room. She turned around, crossing her arms.
"There's nothing to show." He sighed, crossing his arms himself. He had an inkling as to what this was.
"Please. I'm not going to judge you, whatever it is. I'm not leaving until you show me." He gave her a look of concern. Aizawa just needed to know she was okay. Y/N was frozen, her back against the wall.
"You won't get angry?" Her voice quivered. He shook his head, hiding how much it hurt that she sounded like a kicked dog. Y/N held her breath, before going back into the bathroom and removing her jeans.
She emerged from the bathroom, pulling her shirt over her leg. Aizawa slowly walked over to her, gently taking her hand that was holding her shirt down, and lifted it up.
He winced slightly, seeing the angry red lines. Some old, some new. He took her into a hug, holding her tightly, rubbing her back, trying not to let himself get upset. Wordlessly, he led her to the bathroom, and dressed her wounds. Y/N looked away in shame, not wanting to meet his eyes. Aizawa led her back out, sitting on the sofa with her.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked lowly. His fears were confirmed. She was doing this to herself. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Y/N was depressed, but he was furious with himself for not being someone she could go to.
"You've seen me be this pathetic already. I don't want to make your image of me worse." She picked up Aizawa's wallet, putting it in his hands.
"Thank you for looking after me. But I can't take it, being this weak in front of you." She smiled sadly. Aizawa's heart broke into a million pieces. There was almost nothing she could do to ruin his image of her, yet she wanted nothing more than to preserve her current persona in front of him.
She realised if what she found in Aizawa's wallet was indeed for her, then after tonight, it certainly wouldn't be for her anymore.
A/N
It's a long one this week! Next week's one will be very interesting ;)
See ya'll next week,
Wyatt.