Lost And Found - (BNHA Dadzawa Story)

Chapter 15: Disaster

The week after that, as Miko and Aizawa trudged through the hallways of U.A. in the early morning, Aizawa broke their routine silence.

"Class will be a bit different today. We're taking a trip to the USJ for rescue training.",  he explained. Miko looked up at him, curiosity on her face.

"What's USJ?"

"Unforeseen Simulation Joint."

"Oh", she hummed, acting as though she knew what he was talking about. When they made it to the classroom, Miko grinned at the students like she did everyday, before sauntering to her chair (that was seated next to Aizawa's desk) and sitting down. Aizawa then went on a spiel to his students about the USJ and about the hero Thirteen. Eventually, he went quiet and directed the students to the bus. 

Miko followed the herd of students (with Aizawa's permission) to the bus, her tail swaying absentmindedly as she shuffled along. She looked up, where Shoji was towering above her, and grinned widely as she said, "I like your mask."

A barely unnoticeable blush appeared on his face, and he smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling upward. "Thank you. I like your sweater." Miko grinned, and, somehow, the two of them dove into a conversation that lasted the entire bus ride to the USJ. The students cooed at their shockingly coherent chemistry, and Aizawa continuously snuck glances at Miko during the ride, as if making sure she was okay. Eventually, the topic of Quirks came up.

"If we're talking flashiness, it definitely comes down to either Todoroki or Bakugo."  Miko tilted her head at who she recognized as Tsu Asui as she spoke, the frog-girl glancing at her fellow classmates.

A red-headed boy, one that Miko didn't know very well, said sassily, "Yeah, Bakugo's personality kind of ruins it."

Bakugo snapped, enraged, "What the hell did you say, shitty hair?"

Aizawa, from his front-seat perch, perked up, his gaze straying to Miko.

Miko grinned. "Yeah, shitty-"

Aizawa was there in a flash, standing in front of Miko and covering her mouth with one of his hands, expression exasperated and annoyed. "Bakugo. A week of detention." he said angrily, bending down and picking up Miko with her ears still covered. She looked at Aizawa curiously, and he shook his head dismissively as he walked back to the front of the bus.

"WHAT?!"

"Another word, Bakugo, and it'll be a month."

"WHAT THE F-"

The red-headed boy, the one that Miko referred to in her mind as Shitty-Hair, slapped his hand against Bakugo's mouth and smiled apologetically at Aizawa. "Sorry, sir!" The bus laughed, and Shitty-Hair sat back down and started talking with Bakugo. "Seriously, man, you gotta..."

 Their conversation faded, and Miko sat down beside Aizawa, grinning and watching the world flash by out of the window. Aizawa crossed his arms and huffed.

He was way too tired for this.

Finally, they arrived. The bus rumbled to a stop, and Aizawa stood up. "Alright. We're here. Everyone get out." As the students filed out of the bus, they were in a state of awe at the large building that awaited them. It was a dome, glass panels covering the roof and a portion of the wall, a large gate and set of double doors.

The class oohed and awed at the building. Aizawa led them inside, where someone in a spacesuit-like hero costume was waiting, bouncing back and forth on their heels, as if they were excited. "Hello, heroes-to-be! My name is Thirteen, and I'm the teacher for the rescue exercises here at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or the USJ for short!" Miko stood beside them, facing the large, expansive room with eyes full of curious wonder. There were different zones, ones that seemed to mimic a different natural disasters; a flooded piece of land, a city in flames, a rocky, crumbly mountain- 

It was a sight to behold, and Miko grinned. Aizawa glanced around before looking at Thirteen, eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Where's All Might?"

Miko perked up, eyes widening. "All Might? You know All Might?"

Aizawa was wonderful at hiding his annoyance (he definitely wasn't jealous at her intense interest in his coworker, nope, uh-uh). "Yes, Miko." He returned his attention to Thirteen. "He was supposed to be here."

 Thirteen stepped closer, tone lowering as if trying to hide what they were saying from Miko. "He had some hero work today- I think he ran out of time. He's resting in the lounge." Miko listened to what they said, her head tilting with intrigue.

Aizawa scratched his cheek. "It can't be helped. Should we begin?"

Thirteen continued without pause, now speaking to the class. "Now! Before we begin, let me go over a few rules..."

Miko looked up at Aizawa with a smile. "This place is cool." He smiled back, a small, quick upturn of the side of his mouth, but Miko still saw it. 

"It is. Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Miko grinned at the large dome. 

That grin suddenly disappeared, though. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she grabbed Aizawa's hand harshly. Aizawa glanced at her, an eyebrow arched, before he turned around curiously to see what she was looking at. A large black and purple vortex appeared, swirling with darkness. Suddenly, a foot stepped out, then a whole person, then two people, until dozens of people walked out, more continuing to arrive. It didn't take a genius to realize that these people were villains. Miko's grip tightened, and his hand flexed around hers. Aizawa, who was staring at the villains, looked over at her with well-hidden worry before addressing the class. "Everyone, stay back!"

Miko's fear doubled at his harsh tone, eyes widening and sweat beading on her face. 

"Those are real villains! Thirteen, protect the students."

Midoriya, one of the students that Miko liked to talk to, shouted out worriedly, "Mr. Aizawa! There are dozens, probably more than a hundred now, of villains. I know you're a strong hero, but you specialize in sneak attacks! Against that amount of villains, you'd lose!"

Aizawa slid his goggles onto his eyes, a grimace on his face. "You can't be a hero with one trick, Midoriya." He looked down at Miko. "You. Stay safe. I'll be back." He ruffled her hair and tapped her nose, a farewell that the two of them had developed over the few weeks they've known each other.

Miko huffed and took his hand. "Don't die." 

Aizawa nodded and withdrew his hand, wasting no time to leap down the stairs with his scarf equipped.

jokes on you guys, i never said which thanksgiving i'd update on

happy holidays

- author :)