Quiet || Shota Aizawa

3. Friends?

A sigh of relief rushed past your lips as you pushed through the school's doors.

Your day had progressed smoothly and without any troubles, allowing you time to familiarize yourself with your new workspace a little bit better.

Both you and All Might had sat down to work on plans for the combat training exercises you'd put your students through. After that, you were able to catch up with each other for a bit.

It wasn't common knowledge, but you and All Might have been friends for years. While he thrived as the number one hero, you took on jobs as an underground hero ranging from night patrols to reckon missions; your dynamic was strange, but you made it work.

In the privacy of the teacher's lounge, when every other teacher was out for their classes, he talked you through the recent stuff that had happened in his life. You were shocked to know he had finally found a successor, but you couldn't hide the smile that settled on your lips when he revealed who the new wielder of One for All was.

Midoriya will surely be the greatest of heroes, you smiled, a sense of hope blossoming in your chest.

You told him about your recent work with Tsukauchi, how you've been trying to track down a band of villains, trying to figure out their motives.

Small-name criminals have been gathering more frequently over Japan, almost as if recruiting each other for a raid of sorts. But whatever information you dug up left you standing at a dead end. No leader. No ideology. No organization. Heck, some of the villains you managed to bring in for interrogation barely even understood what they had agreed to be a part of, hence leaving you without a lead to follow.

To say you were frustrated was an understatement.

Toshi was quick to chase your frustrations away with a sympathetic smile for comfort before changing the course of the conversation to something that would get a smile out of you.

After you finished up in the teacher's lounge, Yamada had tracked you down and gave you the information he promised for the plans you had tonight. He was sweet enough to give you his number in case you needed extra directions.

And that's how you found yourself now leaving U.A, walking towards the nearest bus stop, while reading over the text Yamada had sent you.

Yamada🎤⚡

ALRIGHT, DUDETTE! WE'LL BE MEETING AT THE BAR ACROSS FROM THAT ONE SMALL ICE CREAM PARLOR!! BE THERE BY 6 :D!

                    12:55pm

Stepping off the bus, the walk to your apartment was, thankfully, short. In no time were you taking the elevator up to your floor, unlocking the door to your apartment, and rushing to unclip your utility belt before tossing it on your coffee table.

Stripping out of your costume and dropping your sunglasses, you rummaged through your closet for something nice and comfortable to wear, tossing possible outfit choices onto your bed.

I'll pick something out later, you grumbled to yourself, setting off to take a quick shower.

Scrubbing at your skin with soap, your mind went off to picture what the night had in store. Who did Yamada invite? Will they like you? Will you like them? What should you wear? What would Aizawa be wearing?

You choked at the thought, slapping your cheeks lightly as to shake it away.

Rinsing off the soap, you wrapped a towel around yourself before running back to your bedroom. After probably spending around thirty minutes arguing with yourself over what to wear, and jamming to the songs on your playlist, you finally settled on an outfit.