Between Illusion and Erasure

No silver lining.

If anything looks wack, assume I was adapting the source material -- because how even do you adapt All Might with a cotton candy machine for no reason? Thank you Splinsy (CallMeCase) for being my beta reader and editor.

TW\\ Death mention, Human Experiments, Trauma Memories, honestly everything in Aizawa's backstory like idk how to tag this mb guys

Winter break had gone by in the blink of an eye, and classes resumed once again. On one hand, it meant that there were only about three months until the end of the school year, and on the other, it meant that you had to start actually putting in work.

Usually, you didn't have very much energy in the morning, but today was a special case. You were downright sluggish, every movement you made felt like you were running a marathon. So, when you opened the teacher's lounge door to be met with the typical lively chit-chat, a part of you died right there on the spot. The realization there was still a whole day to go through made you want to go to sleep, now.

"Good morning," you grumbled, sitting at your desk.

"What's up with you?" Mic chimed, popping his head around from the other side of the table. "You look worse than me."

"I had to wake up, Mic." You answered without much thought, "I miss my bed."

There was still about half an hour to go, the usual chatter had almost become white noise. Aizawa had taken his usual spot on the sofa before you even got there, completely passed out, and you envied him. Maybe you should invest in a sleeping bag, just maybe.

Most of your classes today were supposed to be theory-based, however, with the changes brought upon by the commission — who were putting even more pressure on the students — you were on training duty again. This really meant that, because of your injuries, you were meant to stand idly by Aizawa during the class.

Although, today was bound to be interesting. Because of the changes in schedule, training duty was actually receiving their 'practical reports' on their internships. How much had they learned and changed? You wondered about their new abilities and strengths, and whatever had happened during the winter break would be what you had to work with for the rest of this semester.

" Midniiiiiight ," you leaned back on the chair, looking at her upside down. The rays of sun gleamed on her glasses as she looked back at you, "Are we going to the diner today?"

"It's not even eight in the morning, and you are already thinking about dinner?" She laughed in between her teasing, "I don't know, maybe? Depends on how we're all feeling."

"Let's ditch them," you spit back, looking back at Mic through the gaps in between the computers, "They're dumb and boring anyway. Did I mention dumb?"

"Hey!" Mic retorted back in offense, his tone softer than usual, "I'm up for it, I don't know about sleeping beauty over there, though."

"Nice." You said, a soft smile taking over you. It didn't last long, at least not after you looked over at the clock. "Speaking of sleeping beauty, it looks like someone's nap time is over."

"It's not." He answered annoyingly, shifting around, "I have an alarm set, let me sleep."

The universe works in ironic ways, and Aizawa's alarm started blaring beside him before you could say anything. So, with an annoyed puff, he unzipped his sleeping bag — hair messed up, and somewhat tangled up in the folds of his capture weapon. The exchange of looks wasn't pretty, nor friendly. It was a warning to not even start with it.

Aizawa folded his sleeping bag under his arm, and so, you both started making the way to the class. There was something you only now had connected the dots in relation to Shouta 'Eraserhead' Aizawa, 'Eraser' was just a front he put whenever he was at work.