EraserJoke Fanfiction!
Aizawa had his leg amputated after a disastrous attack by The League of Villains years back, leaving him with no choice but retire from any kind of hero and teacher job. Although it wasn't the leg that made him decide to quit...
Aizawa and recovery girl walked into Emi's recovery room, just as they planned. Despite the heart monitor, the room was quiet. It make sense since the only one there was an unconscious hero covered in bandages. Recovery girl walked closer, checking on Emi.
"I'm sorry to tell you this," Recovery girl said as she lay her hand upon Emi's, "this can't be done." Aizawa turned grim as he sat on the couch. "What do you mean?" Recovery girl did a final check before she sat beside the former hero. "That's exactly what I mean, this is not a good idea." Aizawa sighed.
Aizawa stood up, laying his palm upon Emi's forehead. "There must be something we can do," Aizawa muttered, "we can't just leave her like this." He turned his gaze to recovery girl, hopeful, impatiently uttered, "You can do it, that kiss thing you did a lot to-" he paused for a moment.
"Izuku Midoriya," he muttered slowly as he stared blank at Emi-it's hardly audible.
"It's not your fault, no one can do better-" AIzawa cut as the topic ran off, "Don't even try to forgive me about it, it won't change anything." He said as he rub Emi's hand with his thumb. "Now it's about Emi."
"I'm sorry, Aizawa," recovery girl stood. "Even if my quirk wakes her up, I'm all sure she'll be in much more pain," recovery girl explained with her head raised to reach Aizawa's eyes, "you out of everyone knows exactly how my quirk works." Aizawa nodded faintly. Parts of him knew it's true. Recovery girl's quirk speeds up someone's recovery with a side effect of them feeling worn out of loosing lots of energy while Emi hardly have anything in her. "I can assure you that seeing her awake in pain will feel much worst than this." Aizawa nodded.
"Thankyou for spending the time."
Recovery girl patted Aizawa's thigh-as she couldn't reach his shoulder-then head out. Once again, the room fell silent, too silent to not pay attention to the beeping heart monitor, too silent for the corridor to not sound like shouting, too silent for Aizawa to look away from Emi's pale face. After a little while, he head out for air.
He passed through the corridor, one after another, heading anywhere quiet-which turns out harder than expected now that the hospital gained more and more patient ever since the villain attack that caused Aizawa to lose his quirk. The country is in a crisis, especially since they have lost quite a lot of heroes within a couple months. What's worst for the former hero is that there's nothing he can do about it.
After a while of searching, Aizawa concluded that there's no such place as quiet but the restroom. Fortunately, it was empty and like destiny, the key's attached to the door. He locked the door, sat on the sink facing the mirror, then lit a stick of cigarette. This way he can clearly see himself looking like a pathetic jerk. He smirked to the mirror as he exhaled the smoke inside him.
"Izuku Midoriya is dead," he mumbled slowly, "Emi Fukukado is dying." He head closer to the mirror, "Good old Shota, how are you?" he smirked then punched the mirror, causing parts of it to break into pieces. "Those piece of shit thought it felt good to be forgiven," He rinsed off the blood from his hand with the water flowing through the tap. "While it felt like I did more crime," He flinched smarting, then head out.
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"Hizashi?" Aizawa greeted as he walked to Emi's room. There, sat Hizashi on a chair right beside Emi's hospital bed, holding Emi's infused hand, raising it about his forehead. Aizawa stand stalled as Hizashi turned his eyes to face him as if it was completely normal.
"Hi there, Shota," he replied.
Aizawa walked closer as he noticed a flower bouquet upon the wooden table. He stared at it suspiciously before saying another word, "You brought that?"
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Hizashi raised an eyebrow, not knowing what Aizawa is talking about. The bouquet. "Ah," he nodded as he stared at the daisy bouquet smiling faintly, "yeah, it's Emi's favorite."
Emi? When did he start calling her that?
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Note!
oop EraserJoke eh PresentJoke what?
Hi again! I did two chapters today and I'm so proud of it somehow :)
I guess my imagination got a bit complicated. Sorry if it's confusing, I recently noticed there are quite a lot of twist here hahahah. This week will be a busy one though, finally I'm starting actual schooling :) Wish me good grades if you want more chapters hahaha
