Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xiv. Midnight and Mic

The school day went by quick, and Kaminari immediately began talking about the days events the second their last class ended, his brain finally back to normal. He spoke to Kirishima, Mina, and Sero about what had happened, Bakugou occasionally listening in. He left out some things though, the ones he figured were best left between himself and Lightbringer. 

"Oh, that reminds me, Kirishima, Bakugou, I have a question about the way she phrased something." Kaminari recalled, the two facing his direction.

Shoto Todoroki was eavesdropping, against his better judgement.

Shouta Aizawa couldn't not hear it, seeing as Kaminari was speaking rather loudly, and this was his classroom.

"There are times when two Quirks work best together, even if it means one has to be limited." Kaminari quoted, watching as Kirishima and Bakugou looked at one other, as if they were speaking through eye contact alone.

Kirishima shook his head, Bakugou sighed.

"You're probably looking into it too much Dunce Face. Lightbringer's words are pretty straight forward in that statement." He paused, sighing in irritation as he stood up. "She's just talking about how her Quirk has to be limited in order to fight alongside others, and I'm assuming the other is Eraserhead." With those words, Bakugou left.

The rest of the students left after that as well, Todoroki being the last to exit the room, glancing at Aizawa for a moment before making his departure. Aizawa, of course, noticed the boys glance and merely sighed. 

He knew something was off about the boy, he was his teacher after all and paid very close attention to his students, and he knew them rather well, more than most of them knew. However, he wasn't going to pry into the boys business, whatever it was would come to light eventually. It always does.

There was something on his own mind though, something unrelated to his students. 

[L/n] starting her hero duties early, that was nothing new, but the other half of his bed wasn't dented in, no warmth, not even her scent remained. [L/n] was an adult, he didn't need to keep track of her each and every action, but he was rather curious as to where she was last night. It wasn't like her, especially as of late, to not hop in with him after putting him in bed.

"Whatever." The insomniac mumbled, his voice just as ragged as ever as he rolled up his yellow sleeping bag and put it under his desk.

"Hey Eraser!" [L/n] called out with a bright smile, wheeling into the mans classroom, leaving a trail of light in her wake that soon faded away.

"Hey." Was all the man said, [L/n] chuckling at his extra gruffy voice.

"How'd your day go?" [L/n] asked with the brightest of smiles, hopping up and sitting on the mans desk, not his desk chair, but his desk. Aizawa didn't question her antics, nor ask her to get off his desk. If he was being honest, he missed these moments a bit, especially after what happened in London, it was nice to have a true sense of normalcy, and this happening in his classroom is just what he needed.

"Not bad. How did it go with Kaminari?" He asked, walking around to the front of his desk and standing directly in front of her, the front of his body slightly leaning against her legs as they hung from his desk. 

"It went very well! I chose him instead of Bakugou today because of his Quirk." [L/n] paused, her smile becoming soft. "Because when I was his age, it would've been nice for someone to tell me that I'm not just a walking nuke, that having a Quirk like this wouldn't always result in the harm of others." [L/n]'s voice was soft, and Aizawa knew fully why she chose Kaminari, and he understood it.