BNHA one-shots

Aizawa- Part 1

You make your way down the street, on your way back home. The moon is full and shines brightly tonight, illuminating the street as you walk. Engulfed in the late night breeze, you enjoy the silence for a small while. Until you hear the pitter-patter of footsteps approach from behind. You blow it off as someone who is just taking a late night jog.

The footsteps reach you and before you had time to notice, they grab your bag and make a run for it. You launch in attempt to grab your bag but fail, and instead start causing a commotion in hopes that some hero shows up and saves your day. You chase after the thief, making as much noise as you possibly can, when a dark figure tackles them to the ground, their long dark hair rises and you see them tying the culprit in a long white scarf.

It takes you a moment but you finally recognize the hero as Eraserhead. You exhale heavily in relief and quickly jog over to retrieve your stolen bag.

You bow and thank Eraserhead for his assistance. He nods and suggests you leave. You're slightly stunned when you decide to ask:

"But, what are you going to do with him?"

  -"I'll do my job and hand if off to the police department. Now Miss, I'll have to ask you to please leave the area and go home."

You blink in surprise at his formality, you bow once more and start to travel to your house. Not far from where you were currently.

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Time steps on and you start getting annoyed with your repetitive thoughts. You grab your grocery list off of the fridge and head to the supermarket, considering ways to get him out of your head.

^I mean, sure. He has nice hair.. And I bet it'll be really fun to play with-BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!?!"^

You scold yourself on the way to the shopping center. You roll your eyes and stuff the note in your bag upon entering the building.

Having memorised what you need you go to the first and closest aisle, still stuck in your thoughts and avoiding the figures in your near vicinity you reach the cereal section and start looking for a certain brand.

You don't see it yet and decide to step back when you feel you've bumped into someone, you quickly turn around and apologize when you recognize their long black hair.

"Eraserhead.!"
You exclaim at the unexpected coincidence. Startling him in return.

-"Yes?"

"I, just wanted to thank you again for your service the other day."

You stammer over your words, bowing in respect.

  -"..honestly.. Yes, I remember. You have already thanked me enough. I am a hero, it's just my job."

He smiles at you and you start twiddling with a piece of your hair out of nervousness. Throwing a random box of cereal into the basket, you rush after him. Too shy to start up another conversation with him again, you walk past him and grab what you need from the other end of the aisle.

This repeats a few more times when you notice him glancing over his shoulders from time to time. Out of pure guilt, you make a conscious effort to speed to a different aisle. Taking your sweet time you go to your next and last aisle, only to find Aizawa, examining a product. He looks up and you see he's clearly trying his best not to look as unnerved as he most likely feels.

You chuckle awkwardly and go stand to his opposite side from which you came, scanning for the last item you need to purchase. When his basket catches your eye and you can't help but be curious.

"Say, why are you buying so much school stuff? Do have a kid?"

He looks to you slightly offended, making you inhale deeply in anticipation.

  -"No. These are for my reckless students. They annoy me, but at least if I can give them what they ask for, then maybe they'll finally start to shut up."

He states blankly, making you giggle a bit, before replying.

"They sound lovely."

  -"I might have an unwanted fondness for them, but they are definitely not °lovely°."

"... Lucky them."

Flinching, you immediately regret thinking out loud like that desperately fight the urge to face palm. Aizawa gives you a confused look and you just smile nervously. Shrugging, he brushes it off and starts walking away when you jump and grab a bit of his shirt, surprising him.

"Hey. I... I wanted to ask you, if you'd coffee to go for a like sometime? As a thanks.-!!"

Falling over your words, you embarrass yourself infront of him once more. Yet, instead of insulting you or poking fun at your terrible social skills, he chuckles shortly when finally answering.

  -"It sounds good, however, I'll have to turn your offer down. I'm sorry."

"No...! I'll have to insist. Please, it is the least I could do."

He sighs, and ,what seems like, contemplate his response. Returning his gaze to you he makes a counter offer.

  -"How about, instead of a coffee date, we go to a pub instead?"

You are partly taken aback by his boldness and you try to figure out why he'd ask for a bar. Noticing your silence, a pit forms in his stomach and he regrets having suggested it.

  -"Nevermind. Which coffee shop did you have in mind?"

You notice him changing the subject and leave him with one last offer before walking off and going to the front to purchase your groceries.

"So then we'll meet at Bar High Five, say 7pm tonight?"

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  Having finished you shopping for the day, you head home where you get ready for the night's outing. At last, your finished and started making your trip to the bar where you find Aizawa waiting for you outside.

"Wow! You clean up nicely."

  -"!. Thanks. You look very stunning as well."

Hearing the compliment leave his mouth, you feel a slight pit form in your stomach and suddenly your nerves start acting up.

You go inside together, where you go sit down and start chatting up a storm. The longer the night goes on, the more you both eat and drink.

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It's nearly midnight when you decide to take Aizawa to his place. Worried something might happen to the plastered hero, you insisted to help him to his. Stumbling and falling all over the place, you hear his drunk self snicker every time you ask if you assisted him to the right place.

You finally ask for the last time and he nods in agreement, you help him through the front door and lay him on his couch, and just when you were about to turn around, he grabs your arm and sleepily makes a last request.

  -"Hey, before you go, could you-"

He tries keeping his hiccups to a minimum and somehow every time it happens all you could do is awe at it.

  -"- Help me, to my room.?"

You sigh, amused at how he needed to help you just days earlier, and yet, here you are, carrying him from place to place in his own home. You both amble up the stairs and you finally toss him onto his bed.

He chuckles and hiccups once more when you turn around. Before you even take a step, he tugs you back and you land diagonally across him. Laughing, you try and get up, untangling yourself from him when he holds onto you and start to whisper drunk compliments to you.

  -"I really like your smile."

He states, playing with your hair. Tittering, you wonder of how you managed to get yourself in this situation. The night continues as you two sleep, cuddled up and comfortable. Only for it all to fade away as soon as he wakes up.