All I Have Is All You Gave To Me [Young!Aizawa x Reader]

79 Disorder - Joy Division

Who is right? Who can tell?

And who gives a damn right now?

It had been a few days since I had really spoken to Shouta, so today I had come to school with the goal to actually talk to him and apologize. Not that I was in the wrong, but I just didn't want to fight with him anymore. Maybe he would come back to his senses at some point and everything would be good again. That was at least what I was hoping for, however unrealistic it might be.

But today it seemed like Shouta was going to be late. Not even Hizashi knew where the hell he was and he had been waiting with me in front of the school for ages to see whether he'd show up. But class was going to start any second now and there was still no sign of him, so we were hurrying upstairs to our classroom, because neither of us was interested in getting another detention.

We had just made it in time and sat at our desks panting and out of breath when our homeroom teacher came in. He was glancing at us with raised eyebrows but didn't say anything - thank God. I don't think I would have been able to deal with a stupid comment right now.

Not without crying at least, because I had become way more emotional ever since Shouta and I had our big fight. I could barely look at him without bursting into tears and Hizashi was truly a saint for putting up with me the last few days, because he was always there and he was always there for Shouta, as well. Sometimes I wondered whether he had a twin brother and had just never told anyone. It was pretty much like he was in two places at the same time constantly.

"Alright, good morning, class. Let's do a roll call. I'm already missing Aizawa, anyone know where he is? L/N, Yamada?" our homeroom teacher wanted to know, looking at the two of us specifically.

I was already getting annoyed with this, because - we weren't attached at the hip or anything. Why would we be the ones knowing where he was? But then again for the last two years, we basically had been attached at the hip, so it only made sense to ask us. But it still annoyed me.

"No fucking clue." I muttered, which earned me a glare from the teacher. Great. That better not be detention.

"Language, L/N. Yamada, do you know anything?" he wanted to know. Hizashi just shrugged.

"No, Sir. Haven't seen him today. Haven't heard from him either." he replied. Our teacher sighed.

"Alright, if he doesn't show up within the next five minutes I'll have to mark him as absent..." he mumbled.

"Why does he still get special privileges?" I heard someone behind me whispering. Yuki. I really kind of wanted to punch her, but she had been bearable lately. And I could understand where she was coming from, in a way. It probably sucked not being the one with special privileges anymore.

Our homeroom teacher continued going through his list, finishing up roll call, when there was a knock at the door. I looked up, wondering whether that was Shouta. I sure hoped it was, because I had been kind of worried about him, especially since he was staying with his parents again.

I held my breath when the door opened and Shouta walked into the room, a big yellow sleeping bag under his arm, his hair completely messed up, the bags under his eyes darker than usual and a few scratches and bruises on his face. He looked like he had been living on the street the entire weekend. Chances were that he had done exactly that, if his parents had kicked him out.

"Aizawa. You're late." our teacher said.

"I know." Shouta just muttered, as he trudged to his desk and started rolling up the sleeping bag.

"Do you have any good reason to be late?"

"I slept in."

"You slept in? And what's up with the sleeping bag?"

"It's my sleeping bag, Sir. I'll nap in it." he replied, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to bring a massive sleeping bag to school. To be honest, to me the sleeping bag was the least odd thing about him right now. Did our teacher not see the scratches all over his face?

"I hope you're not planning to nap in it during class?"

"Of course not, Sir. I was going to use it during the breaks."

"As long as you still eat something for lunch, I can't stop you, I guess. Sit down and let's get started with class."

Shouta just nodded and sat down getting out his notebook. He didn't even look over at me. I had no idea what to make of this and I glanced at Hizashi for some sort of help. But Hizashi didn't seem to have much of an idea, either. He seemed just as surprised and shocked about Shouta's state as I did.

I sighed and looked back at Shouta. He was staring down at his notebook, obviously trying not to look up at anyone and not to draw any attention whatsoever. Which honestly wasn't working out too well for him, especially not after the entrance he had just made. I leaned over.

"Hey, Shou." I whispered, checking quickly whether our teacher was looking or not. He didn't seem to have noticed.

"Shou..." I whispered a little louder, to which he sighed and turned around to me, raising his eyebrows.

"What?"
"Are you okay?" I wanted to know. I knew he didn't want me to worry about him, but... how could I not worry? He looked like he had been living out on the streets the last few days and he had brought a sleeping bag to school. Who in their right mind wouldn't ask if he was okay?

"I'm fine. Stop asking." he answered.

"Shou, please. You have scratches all over your face. What happened?" I asked again. He just shook his head.

"Nothing. Just some training injuries. Stop worrying." he replied and looked back to the front of the class.

"Come on, Shou, you can't seriously tell me-"

"L/N, is there something you need to share with the class?" our teacher asked and gave me an annoyed look.

"N-No, Sir."

"Then leave Aizawa alone and focus on class. You two have enough time to talk during breaks and after school." he replied and turned back to the blackboard, continuing to write whatever he was writing down. I groaned quietly and buried my head in my arms. What was happening with Shou?

"Did he tell you anything?" I heard a whisper from a different desk. I looked over and saw Hizashi looking at me, worry in his eyes. Of course he was just as worried about Shouta as I was.

"Nothing at all. He looks bad, though." I replied, not really caring whether I'd get caught anymore.

"He does. I'll try and talk to him during the break, okay?" Hizashi said and I nodded, smiling a little.

"Thanks, Zashi. You're the best." I replied and jumped in my seat when I heard a loud bang from the front of the classroom. It was out teacher slamming his fists onto his podium and glaring at me.

"L/N, I've had enough of this! I have warned you and you still keep talking. You can stay behind in detention and finish your notes there, since you don't seem to be able to listen right now."

"I-I'm sorry, Sir." I muttered and looked around me. Maiko and Hideko looked just as worried as I did, while Yuki was giving me a slightly mocking glance, while shaking her head. I sighed and focused on class again.