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(I was going to post it later but since it's your birthday! Here it is!! -- based on this drawing of yours: https://twitter.com/catboymilk/status/1303178235140812800)
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It's nearly midnight and unsurprisingly, Shota isn't tired at all, he's lazied about the whole day on his sofa-
(I was going to post it later but since it's your birthday! Here it is!! -- based on this drawing of yours: https://twitter.com/catboymilk/status/1303178235140812800)//
It's nearly midnight and unsurprisingly, Shota isn't tired at all, he's lazied about the whole day on his sofa-
and hasn't moved a single muscle. But it's his day off so he deserves this; he's not tired out, e's not busy, he's /stressed/. And he doesn't appreciate it at all because as far as he knows, only his students are 'allowed' to stress him this much. The brats over in UA of course-
But now, his /graduated/ students are stressing him out too. Doing the riskiest things, drowning in smoke from explosions, jumping into fires and shielding civilians with their bodies. They're heroes and that's their job; sacrifice comes along with it.-
He's not unfamiliar with loss at all, and he's lost several of them, so, so many of his students who he had hopes for, supported their dreams along with them and tried his best to whip them into shape.
But this bunch, the rowdiest class 1-A he's ever had the pleasure of-
But this bunch, the rowdiest class 1-A he's ever had the pleasure of-
meeting is filled with a bunch of risk-takers that like to make his heart stop. And one of them in particular cannot stop giving him heart palpitations.
With a ragged sigh, Aizawa sits up lazily; his hair trailing down his shoulders all greasy and unkempt-
With a ragged sigh, Aizawa sits up lazily; his hair trailing down his shoulders all greasy and unkempt-
It's his day off, he's allowed to look ragged. The remote in his hand falls onto the sofa as he switches the television back on and immediately he's greeted by a large, blinding smiling that he wishes wouldn't make his heart beat fast-
There's a bit of static, but maybe that's just his tv, before, with a tremendously heart-stopping volume, his green haired problem child shouts a hearty "Plus ultra!" Eyes curving downwards as he smiles earnestly-
The large crowd behind him as well as few of his other problem children echo him before the reporter, face pink and eyes sparkling with admiration, turns to face him and gush through the tv.
He looks at the time, looks back at the tv and watches as Izuku's form disappears from-
He looks at the time, looks back at the tv and watches as Izuku's form disappears from-
the camera's peripheral.
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The bandages are on the table, the antispetic sits close and the cotton dances along once in a while with the slight breeze that brushes in through the window-
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The bandages are on the table, the antispetic sits close and the cotton dances along once in a while with the slight breeze that brushes in through the window-
"You're late," Aizawa says as soon as he hears the door open and a little chuckle echoes down the corridor in reply, followed by Izuku who manages to make leaves and scratches look like a fashion statement-
"I know, I know. I should've called earlier but," in his hand, scarred beyond belief, is his phone which is also filled with scratches and cracks, "my phone passed away."
Izuku raises his hands in defeat as Aizawa regards him with the most unimpressed of stares before he stands up himself, and taps the younger man's cheek, "You're still reckless,"
He looks /up/ at him, the frown on his face lessening as Izuku grins sheepishly and buries his head-
He looks /up/ at him, the frown on his face lessening as Izuku grins sheepishly and buries his head-
into the crook of Aizawa's neck, "Sorry Aizawa-/senseiii/."
Larger arms, much more than his own, wrap around his waist as the teen leans downwards towards him, taking advantage of his height.
He's not as heavy as he looks; he's gained muscle and brawn over the years but-
Larger arms, much more than his own, wrap around his waist as the teen leans downwards towards him, taking advantage of his height.
He's not as heavy as he looks; he's gained muscle and brawn over the years but-
he somehow still feels as light as he did in his first year. But Aizawa will give credit to his strength as well too. He's never been jealous of others for their heights, intimidated sometimes sure but very rarely-
Half of his class is taller than him and had been taller than him over the duration of their school life. But Izuku had started out all sweet and short.
Eyes beaming with admiration whenever he looked up at Aizawa, completely overflowing with respect.-
Eyes beaming with admiration whenever he looked up at Aizawa, completely overflowing with respect.-
He had gotten used to that; being their guiding light, being /his/ guiding light; pulling him out of trouble and glaring down at him with disappointment that absolutely used to put him to shame.
It's not entirely the same now, glaring up at Izuku, even though it has the-
It's not entirely the same now, glaring up at Izuku, even though it has the-
same effects; A sheepish, pink-cheeked smile, freckles darker.
With much exasperation than usual, Aizawa tugs at the sleeve of Izuku's costume, using it to pull him to the couch and quickly gets to work. They're out of school now, have been for three years and-
With much exasperation than usual, Aizawa tugs at the sleeve of Izuku's costume, using it to pull him to the couch and quickly gets to work. They're out of school now, have been for three years and-
Chiyo's no longer in charge of kissing them better and when she wasn't there to heal them or wrap them up, it was his duty to do until she arrived.
Midoriya had been her number one patient of course so he turned out to be the first one Aizawa would end up scolding while-
Midoriya had been her number one patient of course so he turned out to be the first one Aizawa would end up scolding while-
ending to his injuries. Pressing him down onto the floor without much force (even if the teen's hisses had complained otherwise back then), and humming along at Izuku little hisses and huffs of pain, looking down at his unruly green hair and hoping he would somehow try to stop-
being so reckless.
But his hopes were all but crushed when on Izuku's usual weekly visit to Yuuei, the young man, freshly graduated, came over covered in bruises and horrible plastered and over plastered cuts-
But his hopes were all but crushed when on Izuku's usual weekly visit to Yuuei, the young man, freshly graduated, came over covered in bruises and horrible plastered and over plastered cuts-
one eyes slightly grazed and both eyes lined with exhaustion.
With flowers in his hands, he had walked up to Aizawa and pulled one out of the bouquet, giving him a red carnation, “Morning Sensei-”
“Midoriya,” he had snapped, interrupting with all the concern and annoyance-
With flowers in his hands, he had walked up to Aizawa and pulled one out of the bouquet, giving him a red carnation, “Morning Sensei-”
“Midoriya,” he had snapped, interrupting with all the concern and annoyance-
he could muster, sharpening it up with a good red-eyed glare, “Is this how I taught you to conduct yourself?”
Wide emerald eyes looked up at him before narrowing to the side and crinkling at the corners as an embarrassed smile stretched Izuku’s lips, the lone carnation in his-
Wide emerald eyes looked up at him before narrowing to the side and crinkling at the corners as an embarrassed smile stretched Izuku’s lips, the lone carnation in his-
disappearing from Aizawa’s sight as Izuku’s arms fell to the sides, shaking his head with much more disappointment than Aizawa was bristling with.
“No. I’ll try better sensei.”
He had, but it wasn’t enough for Aizawa to feel satisfied; so, he helped him try to get better.-
“No. I’ll try better sensei.”
He had, but it wasn’t enough for Aizawa to feel satisfied; so, he helped him try to get better.-
His left leg folded and propped up under him to push himself up, he dabbed the scars, the scratches and grazes with cotton, brushing Izuku’s hair aside and away apologetic green eyes.
“You ought to get a hair cut.”
Izuku hummed, nodding slowly and bent his head to-
“You ought to get a hair cut.”
Izuku hummed, nodding slowly and bent his head to-
side so Aizawa could plaster the spot. They communicated through the silence, finding comfort in the quiet buzz of the fan and adjusting their positions as Izuku was wrapped and tended to-
Aizawa picks up the bloodied bandages, red-brown cotton buds and dumped them all into the trashcan he had placed beside him before standing up only to be pulled backward; Izuku’s chin digging into his shoulder.
“How short?”-
“How short?”-
A small huff left Aizawa’s lips as, “Shut up.”
The bubbly laughter vibrating down his back and into heart, arms wrapping around his waist.
The bubbly laughter vibrating down his back and into heart, arms wrapping around his waist.
aljhfkjashdkfjasdf hope you liked it @catboymilk (hence the question yesterday XD)
