Healer [BNHA]

Dadzawa or Daddyzawa

Not dead but I wish I was 

anyways to anyone still actually reading this wth 

to me who hasn't updated in 8 months wth

honestly 

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"You flew not one, but TWO of my students across cities," Aizawa all but dead panned, voice seemingly calm, but with his tone and the way he eyes glowed red and his hair hovered just above his shoulders, he might as well have been yelling.

Hawks nodded mutely from his place on the floor, knees tucked respectfully under himself and his back ramrod straight, lips pursed in terror.

Right about now, he didn't feel very much like the number three hero in Japan.

"without my permission,"

Hawks nodded mutely once more.

"Into a Nomu infested area,"

Hawks figured that Eraser Head couldn't exactly nullify mutation quirks like Hawks', because like, it's literally part of your body, but his wings felt too weak to fly him away from this situation nonetheless.

"you had my student heal an avid hero murderer without U.A's explicit permission," 

At that one, he looked downright murderous. 

"And you- I am too goddam tired for the bull. I don't get paid enough." Aizawa sighed violently, pinching the bridge of his nose in a desperate attempt at relieving his stress. 

Hawks' back was practically soaked in sweat. 

"Where are all my students, and what are their statuses? I want their room numbers as well as a list of all their injuries." Aizawa glowered, hair finally drooping and eyes blinking back into their normal color. He muttered something about making phone calls to the children's parents. Or, at least, to the ones with parents at all. Most literally and metaphorically. 

Hawks, quick to try and get back on Aizawa's good side, stood instantly, plastering on a charming grin. "Right this way, good sir! I shall lead you expertly towards your children. Kazehira," Hawks voice shook a little at the students name, "She is.. ah, resting, after.. ya'know.. um. Yep." 

Aizawa somehow had the energy to spare him a glare, before sighing at the thought of even having to deal with Kazehira, much less Midoriya. 

Hawks thought it was adorable how his cute new student Shoto had so obviously looked up to her. They were so adorable, they could've been siblings. 

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"Are the preparations ready, Kurogiri?" 

"Yes, sir. The Master will be very pleased once we succeed." 

"Good." 

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This chapter isn't even 500 words but it's been sitting in my drafts for, like, 7 months. I also don't even remember what was going on, both in this fic and in the anime. 

lmao I doubt any old readers remember either

Also I am kind of transitioning over to ao3, if/when I post anything on my ao3 and y'all want to read it my user is AWoreInTheory