Take my Brain, or What Remains(ON HOLD)

Chapter 10: Breezeblocks

Aizawa didn't end up getting back until well into the night. He hung up his coat and started unraveling his capture weapon when he heard laughter coming from the room at the end of the hall. Midoriya's room.

He quietly slid up to the door, not wanting to alert whoever was laughing to his presence.

Hizashi had texted him not too long before he left UA. The message was...long, to say the least. It seemed as though Midoriya was quite torn up about how he had behaved, according to the blond.

He felt...bad, about how he spoke to the boy, but he knew that leaping into the vacuum of space was irrational and stupid. Even for Midoriya.

He felt guiltier and guiltier the more he thought about their argument. He was aware, somewhere in the recesses of his mind, that he had a tendency of changing the subject when it came to Aperture, but there was more than one reason for that. Obviously, he didn't like the idea of Midoriya reliving the apparent torture he lived through. Upon thinking about it, he realised he knew next to nothing about Aperture aside from the turret and the tech that was forced onto the young boy.

Surely the company wasn't all bad. Surely, there was more to the story. He just hadn't been willing to hear it. Aizawa mentally kicked himself for disregarding the boy's feelings.

Another reason? The amount of heroes that died during the raid. He would never tell Midoriya the actual number of hero casualties, simply because he knew the boy would blame himself for each and every one of them. The death toll had hit nearly fifty fully fledged professionals, not to mention the thousands of people in the facility that the young pro had sensed.

To that day, he didn't know what happened to those trapped souls. Had they survived? There was no way to tell. The facility had bombed seconds after himself and Midoriya had gotten out. When he left for Japan, the place was still smoldering. He hadn't received any updates of any kind, so one could only assume the worst.

The other main reason? Aizawa was in the facility for mere seconds, and the whole experience still haunted him. Aperture Science, he later found out was the name, was completely unknown. There were no government records of the facility. The only information that could be found of it were old newspaper clippings and the odd few patents, and most recently, the story of the explosion going off in the middle of nowhere in Michigan.

That giant robot that had been behind Midoriya, suspended from the ceiling...terrified him. It had spoke with a booming, robotic female voice and Midoriya had called it Glados. It...she, was intimidating to a fault. She tried to kill both himself and Midoriya with a neurotoxin. The facility itself tried to kill them by self destructing.

Everything about it was so distinctly wrong.

And yet...

He turned his head toward the door once more.

"Wheatley, how the hell did you manage to piss Glados off that fast?"

Wheatley?

Midoriya was laughing. He briefly noted that it was the first time he'd heard the boy laugh in a while.

"You see, ok, so I was under the rather genius impression that she wouldn't be able to understand what I was saying, if I said it in a funky accent. And clearly, I mean, it didn't work. Like at all. Immediately saw through me, she did. Chell and I made a mad dash for it, haha!"

Aizawa heard Hizashi laugh along with them. He sighed.

"Izuku! Why don't you have any funny stories like that?"

Izuku? Since when were the two of them on a first name basis?

"Oh shut it, Glados was so pissed after Chell got out that she didn't even tell me what personality cores were. You think she and I exchanged gossip over tea? I'm insulted, Hizashi."