Aizawa's Cat (Old)

Chapter 35

Oof, four months since the last update. Whelp, Viola hasn't really gotten over her writers block and at least wanted something out, so ya get a wee little chappie from me, (she probably really regrets letting me write this but *shrug* waddya do?) It's deffo not in her style but...enjoy I guess.

Sloth.

P.s stutters are a pain to type, props to Viola IG.

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Busy was an understatement, his active night had left Izuku absolutely exhausted when his alarm blared in his ear, it had taken both Shoto and Kacchan to rip his death grip from the covers and force him to get changed.

'I don't wanna be awake, can't one of you front for a while?'
Was he whining? Yes, yes he was, but he really didn't care at the moment. None of the Alters answered him, drawing an aggravated huff from his lips as he scoffed his breakfast.
'Oh, I get it, you want to front and it's fine, I don't want to and it isn't? You are both Alter-ist.'

A wave of amusement nearly turned his frown (pout) into a smile.
'Hate to break it to ya,' Shin drawled, 'but, believe it or not, we can't be... what was it? Alter-ist, towards you, you're the host.'
Izuku placed his bowl in the sink, ignoring the concerned looks when it landed heavier than he intended, and tiredly jabbed the coffee machine.
'It shouldn't matter if I am the original personality, technically I'm an Alternate version of what I was originally, who I was originally got split into you guys.'
He could feel Shin waving dismissively,
'To-may-to, to-mah-to, you're still the original!'

For a moment, Izuku just stared at the slowly filling glass beaker in disbelief. Shin had just mentally stuck his tongue out at him.
What the fuck?
Deciding he was too tired for their mischief, the green haired boy poured himself a cup of ambrosia of the gods and downed it like a shot, pouring another full cup before turning around and freezing.

"Do you realise you were muttering?"

No, no he had not. This was not good, what did they hear? He really hoped they didn't hear too much. The tension rose between him and his classmate, their eyes meeting for a solidly awkward three seconds before,

"Revelry in the dark."

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The bus was loud, crowded and way too warm. Tokoyami would not stop sending him rather creepy looks every few minutes, he'd had to stop Kacchan from killing Denki, Sero and Mina five times in as many minutes plus the fact he had accidentally sat on Shoto's warm side and now he didn't want to bother him so he could sit on his cold side.

'Why did I want to go on this trip again?'

*Beats me, all that work and healing for what? Sitting in a mobile fucking lockeroom.*

Batsu did have a point, he was certain he could smell sweaty socks and someone had to have farted in the last three minutes because it absolutely stunk of-

"Toilet break," their teacher stood at the front of the bus like an avenging guardian angel, there to save them from unsavoury smells, "Stretch your legs and get some fresh air while you can."
Izuku nearly bounced in his seat as the bus slowed, shifting his legs into rabbit legs, not waiting for the crowd to disperse, he launched himself up and out of the open skylight (which had been opened in a vain attempt to mitigate the smells of twenty teenagers).
Fresh mountain air was heaven on his nose, large breaths washing away the nasal nightmares.
Finally free from any remnants, Izuku took in his surroundings. It was, he admitted to himself, a very scenic place to stop, the view of the forest was beautiful, a few animals grazing here there; but no toilets.

Oh, he knew where this was going and he wanted absolutely no part in it.

Sidling up to Aizawa, he put on his best innocent look when he recieved a curious eyebrow raise,
"W-what? R-r-recovery Gir-rl s-said I c-co-could g-go on t-t-his tr-trip if I-I did-didn't o-over-ex-xert m-myself, a-a-a-and th-that," he pointed towards the cliff and forest beyond, "S-she w-wo-would d-d-definitely cl-class as o-overd-doing it."
Aizawa just stared at him for a moment before his shoulders slumped,
"Fine, stay next to me then problem child." Happily doing so, Izuku ignored the curious looks from his classmates as a car pulled up and definitely did not fanboy hard when half of the Wild, Wild Pussycats jumped form within, landing in their signature pose.

'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! The Wild, Wild Pussycats! They specialise in rescue Heroics and have saved millions fron natural disasters over their fifteen years as pro heroes! I wonder if they would autograph my notebook?'

*Calm down, don't mess yourself in your excitement, Aizawa's been trying to get your attention for the past three minutes.*

Snapping out of his thoughts, Izuku blushed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly under the force of his teachers exasperated glare.
"S-sorry 'Z-zaw-wa." The man said nothing, just motioning him to follow with a tilt of his head. It was then he realised his predicament. He may have escaped rigorous excersise, however, now he had to get back on the bus which probably still stinks of sweaty socks and ass.
He gazed longingly at the edge of the cliff.
If he threw himself off, would he be able to catch up with the rest of the class?

As if sensing his thoughts, Shouta threw out his capture weapon and towed the boy behind him.
"You heard Recovery Girl," Izuku could hear the evil smirk under the false pity, "No over exerting yourself, now, let's get on this bus."