Deception || Aizawa x OC Fanfic

Ch. 3 - Sorting Bills

Before I knew it a whole month had gone by. Weekends at the agency were spent on patrol with Eraserhead. Weekdays I was his replacement because he had another job at UA High as a teacher. My days off were spent filming my weekly content as well as custom content requests. 

I had no free time, but that was fine with me. I was finally making good money and doing what I loved. I couldn't wait to pay Jerry early and see the disappointment on his face. 

As I hit the dial button, excitement rose up inside of me.

"Yo, Jerry speaking."

"Hey! I have cash for rent, can I come give it to you?" I beamed. 

"Not home right now sweetheart. Come by tomorrow? I'll cut your rent in half if you suck me off."

That son of a bitch. "No Jerry. I got your cash in full ready to be delivered. No sex needed."

"How about I give you this month for free? Just takes one little blowjob." He begged. 

"No Jerry. I'm paying rent in full." I was getting annoyed. 

"Fine how about this. You come tomorrow, pay me, and suck my dick and I don't evict you." 

God damn it Jerry. "Can we go back to the offer where you waive this month's rent and I suck your dick?" I tried to speak in my sweetest voice despite the rage I felt bubbling inside me.

"Nope. That offer is gone. See ya tomorrow sweetheart." Then the line clicked as he hung up. 

Anger spilled out of my eyes in the form of hot tears as I started to get ready for work. It was a Saturday, so I knew Eraserhead would be in the office. 

We weren't necessarily friends, but I enjoyed working with him. He kept to himself and was very respectful. He could be a royal dick sometimes but he didn't look down on me for being quirkless. He didn't know I was a sex worker either. He just treated me like a human being and I appreciated that so much. 

On my way to the agency I got a notification that I had a request for a custom photo set. It was from one Mister A.S. and they were asking politely for a set of photos in which I was in my hero uniform and tied up. 

It sounded like a fun photo set until the realization hit me. I keep my hero work hidden from my online persona. Nobody was supposed to know I was a pro.

My heart sped up as I started investigating the profile of the customer that requested this particular set of photos. "A. S… Who could A. S. be…? I wondered aloud as I paused outside the doors of the agency. 

I was early. I must have been speed walking while attempting to cyberspace this anonymous person. When I looked through the glass doors I could see Eraserhead talking to another pro I had seen in the news a few times, Present Mic. 

That's when it clicked. The office name plaque flashed through my mind. 

'Shouta Aizawa'

His initials would be S.A. if you flip them, that's A.S. It made sense, he would know that I'm a Pro Hero. 

In a panic I blocked the customer and contemplated going back home and never coming back. Instead I took a deep breath and walked in, prepared to lose my job.

"Zero!" Aizawa called. 

Here we go. 

"Come meet my good friend. He works at the agency down the block and teaches with me.. Sometimes our agencies work together." He told me. 

"Hiya! I'm Present Mic! Nice to meet ya!" The loud blonde cheered.

"Oh- uh hi." I smiled anxiously.

"You look like you've seen a ghost!" Present Mic stated. "Are you okay?"

I felt Eraser turn his attention to me but I couldn't look him in the eye. "Oh sorry. I got into an argument with my landlord today."

"Everything okay?" Aizawa asked me. 

"Y-yeah.", I stuttered anxiously. "He just keeps trying to make moves on me. It's fine though. I'm looking to move soon."

"Aren't you looking for a roommate still?" Present Mic asked Eraserhead. 

"What? Oh yeah. I haven't found anyone yet." He responded, still focused on my face. I think he noticed I wouldn't look at him. 

"Why do you need a roommate?" I asked, trying to calm myself down. 

"I live on campus during the week, so my cat has to stay home alone a lot. I have a spare bedroom so I figured since I hardly even live there I could rent it out to someone as long as they can take care of my cat during the week. What's your rent? I'll give you my spare room for half of whatever you're paying." He offered. I think he could tell I had been crying. 

"No- that's okay. I'd rather live on my own. Thanks though." I looked down at my feet. 

"Keiko." Aizawa called me by my first name. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna go put my stuff in my locker." As soon as the words left my mouth I walked away as quickly as possible.

In the locker room I tried to keep myself from having a full on anxiety attack. 

"Maybe someone who subscribes to me saw me on patrol. And they happen to have the same initials!" I tried to persuade myself.

I took a few deep breaths before putting my stuff away and getting on with the day. I tried to avoid Eraser as much as IIcoukd, but being that we were partners, that was kind of hard to do. Nonetheless though he never said anything the whole shift. 

The next day at work I was certain I was just over reacting and it had to be just a random follower that saw me on patrol because he said nothing to me about it. 

"Hey, before patrol today I have a meeting." Shouta told me as he walked unto the office. "While I'm doing that can you do me a personal favor?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, no problem."

"Last night I fell asleep at my desk and I mixed my personal bills into the agency's bills. Can you go through that stack of files and separate them for me?" He handed me a cup of coffee before quickly pouring another one for himself. 

"Sure thing Boss." I smiled sweetly. 

"Thanks Zero. Gotta go, I'm late." He took a sip of his coffee before rushing out and leaving me alone in his office.

I moved to the other side of his desk and sat in his chair as I started sorting his paperwork, only being slightly nosey as I did so. 

I learned that he owned his home and in his bank statements I saw that he could probably afford to own another home if he wanted. Being a pro paid off I guess. 

Halfway through the stack I saw something that caught my eye. In his monthly bank statement I saw a charge from OnlyFans and my face went pale. The purchase was a recurring payment of $13, that was how much my monthly fee was. 

So it was him after all. But he didn't say anything… I couldn't understand why.

As I put the last papers in their respective piles, his door opened again and I jumped slightly. "That was a quick meeting."

He grabbed his keys from the desk. "I left early, security breach at the high school, let's go." 

I jumped up and the two of us ran to the parking garage where he unlocked a black jeep and got in the driver's side. I got in the passenger seat and held on for dear life and he raced to the school.