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He Dead

Genre: angst 

Trigger warnings: mentions of death

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Sorry in advance for any spelling errors! ♥ 

Aizawa and Nezu were talking after a big fight with class 1A and the league of villains. They were conversing while the pros were doing checks on the students and other heroes.

"I'm just saying it's kind of dangerous for 15 and 16 year olds to be out and doing this stuff." Aizawa says

Nezu takes a sip of his tea and then sets it down and looks Aizawa directly in the eyes. His beady little eyes meeting tired gray of the underground heroes.

"Look, I know you care for these students but this is what they're training and learning to do."

"Exactly, learning. They're still children that are in the middle of learning how t-"

He was cut off by a loud bang of the door opening and he sees a crying Yamada come inside.

"What happened? Who do I need to yell at?" Aizawa says getting up and hugging his husband. The loud blonde leans against him and sobs it takes a while before he's calmed down enough to speak.

"It's Denki, he's dead..."

Aizawa's eyes widen in disbelief. "W-what? How is that possible?"

"H-he sacrificed himself..." whispers Present Mic. "For a little girl in the building."

"That is most upsetting news." Nezu says "Telling his family and the his friends will be hard but I do hope it doesn't affect their training negatively."

Aizawa freezes. For a minute he couldn't think. Denki was a great student and while he could get annoying he kept the class alive. He was amazing and had true potential, just like every student does.

Aizawa felt so many emotions flash through him, the thoughts that wouldn't come to mind spilling through him as feelings.

Finally, one emotion settled and became the only main emotions Shota could feel.

Anger.

He stood up and looked straight at Nezu who seemed almost unbothered.

"You. How can you just sit there a-and what? Worry about whether they'll be able to train?!? What the fuck is wrong with you?" He says pointing a finger at the mouse like creatures face, eyes glowing red and hair lifting above him menacingly.

Nezu smiles at him as if to calm him down and frowns when it only seems to make him angrier.

"Well, it's part of life Aizawa. You lose something sometimes but you've got to work harder. You can't have every little thing interrupt your progress."

Aizawa starts fuming. He slams his hands against Nezus desk and leans forwards slightly.

"Little thing..." he whispers his voice coming surprisingly quiet. He scoffs and shakes his head, jaw tensing and blood boiling and then he starts to yell "It is NOT A LITTLE THING. IT IS THE DEATH OF A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BOY AND YOU CAN SIT HERE AND HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL IT A LITTLE THING?!?"

He goes silent for a moment before starting again, voice shaking. "A student just died Nezu. MY student. Never in my 19 and a half years of working here have I EVER had a student die."

"Look I didn't mean it like that I-"

"No. Shut up. I cant believe you would say that. I have to tell his friends and his family that he just died. At sixteen."

Nezu snaps his fingers in remembrance. then starts to look worried and mutters aloud. "His family! How could I possibly forget about them. Oh dear, I do hope this doesn't look bad for the school... hopefully they don't sue us"

Aizawa visibly starts to tremble. He couldn't do this. He was about to lose his shit.

"You- you don't get it do you? I have to walk into my classroom to a bunch of injured students and tell them their friend died... have you ever had a friend die on you Nezu? As a young adult or teen? Because I have, and it is horrid. I couldn't leave my room for weeks, I kept thinking I was imagining the death, that it never happened and I kept hearing my friends voice play in my head for years."

"Nezu I still get nightmares, I developed insomnia after my best friend died. And me? I was 21 they are SIXTEEN. SIXTEEN, NEZU AND I GET TO TELL THEM THEIR FRIEND IS DEAD AND THEN I GET TO GO AND TELL HIS FAMILY. HIS MOTHER, AND HIS FATHER THAT THEIR SON IS DEAD."

Nezu pauses. He hadn't thought about that and now that he had it seemed... sad. Maybe the school doesn't always come first? Aizawa continues after taking a deep shuddering breath.

"He has a ten year old sister... and I have to tell her that her older brother is never coming back and that she'll never get to see him again. Yet your here worried about the school reputation. I am so disgusted with you right now that I cannot look you in the eyes."

Aizawa turns away but then turns to look back at Nezu with salty tears filling his eyes and a few running down his cheeks.

"You, Nezu. You are a terrible person and I don't want you talking to me for at least a month not unless it's a real genuine apology."

He then turns back to a crying Yamada and helps him stand up. Both lean against each other as they leave for support. They share a quick kiss to help comfort each other which doesn't end up really working. They both walk out of the office with tear stained faces and a heavy heart.

They walk together in silence for a little bit before they reach the door of Class 1A's common room.

"Hizashi? I've got to go and break the news to the kids. I-I'll meet up with you later."

The yellow haired adult nods sniffling a little before replying in a soft whisper.

"O-okay, I'll meet up with you at some point. Love you."

"Love you too."

Aizawa watches his husbands retreating figure before looking at the door in front of him and taking a deep breath.

"Here we go."

(Word Count 1045)

Hope that was okay, sorry about not updating lately I'm double updating this time to make up for that. If you liked it don't forget to vote and comment thank you! Btws next part is also angst.

—CoffeeAddict