"Y/n. It's okay, just- just come over here." Hizashi said, as he motioned his arms and tried to get the young girl to walk over.
"Hizashi. You can't tell someone it's okay, when it's clearly not okay." Shinso said sweatdropping, and placed a hand on his head, massaging it as if he was old.
The 3 turned to the girl who was still frozen and closing her eyes, Aizawa went out from under the table as Hizashi grabbed his arm and dramatically said, "No~ you can't! You'll die!"
Staring at his roommate, Aizawa answered back curtly, "double bonus." And ran out to grab the young girl, but when he got to close, he was pushed back by a gust of wind.
Continuing to go closer to the girl, he was met with the same result as he stared confused, he knew that it was her quirk, but she was closing her eyes and not even looking that way.
Without even bothering to tell her, Aizawa sighed and erased the girls quirk, causing the weather to go back to normal.
"Y/n... you good?" Hizashi says quietly, and walks over to give Y/n a hug.
Dodging him, the young girl runs upstairs and quietly closes the door, leaving the 3 people just standing there.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Hizashi said, pointing a finger at the purple haired boy who gasped dramatically and yelled, "ME?!" And as the two were bickering, Aizawa ran a hand through his hair, wondering what to do about the girl.
"Hizashi. Study with Shinso. I'll get Y/n." He says, and he runs upstairs, not really giving the two any choice of not studying.
Because Shinso knew that his strong suit wasn't English, and he needed to pass the Final exams, and he wasn't going to admit it, but he really needed Hizashi's help.
And as the two were studying English, Aizawa lightly knocked on the young girls room and he heard a small sniffle.
"Yes?" A voice heard, and Aizawa chuckled lightly, and he answered "Y/n. Wanna let me in? I brought blueberries?" He said, as he clutched the bowl that Shinso had brought up to him as a bribe.
Hearing the shuffling of feet, he braced himself to walk inside and have a nice talk, but by the time he was finished thinking, the bowl was gone and the door clicked shut, and the window opening was heard.
Continuing to stand outside for a few seconds more, He got a little worried.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" Aizawa asks simply, knocking on the door again to hear no answer.
Getting more worried he pushed open the door and was met with a yell.
a muffled yell.
With a clothed hand around a mouth, the person was trying to pry the other persons hand off, letting out muffled yells.
"Hey, Eraserhead." The masked person said in a teasing voice as he stared at the young girl under his arms.
"Don't mind me. Just taking her back. Bye now." The masked figure says, and closes his eyes, only Shota knew that that could be part of his quirk, so without wasting a second, he runs over and try's to grab the girl as the man dodges and crashes into the dresser.
"Bye bye no-" the masked figure says as he waves his fingers but was stopped for a second, then fell face forward on the floor as a loud "clang" was heard.
Loosening his arms and letting go of Y/n who hurriedly scrambled out of his arms, as Aizawa ran over to Y/n checking her all over for an injury's.
Holding a giant frying pan, Shinso's mouth was wide open as he still held the frying pan in his hand with his whole boy unable to move because of his shock.
"Are you okay Y/n?" Aizawa asks for the third time as he goes to grab a medical box as the girl just nods her head in reply.
"I-I just knocked him out with a frying pan." Shinso says, and lowers the frying pan and whips around to look at the blonde who looked dumbfounded.
"I JUST KNOCKED A GUY OUT- I'M FREAKING RAPUNZEL!!!" Shinso yelled, as he ran over to the guy and was about to hit him again with it until Hizashi pulled him back by the hood and shook his head.
"Thats very out of character Shin." The blonde male said, as he Shinso shot back, "yeah? And how do you know what my 'character' is like?" And he put quotation marks in the air.
"...i can hear the fourth wall."
"...what?"
And the two completely forgot about why they ran up the stairs.
"OH MY GOSH- Y/N!" Hizashi yelled loudly, and ran over to the girl and let his father instincts kick in just like Aizawa.
"I'm okay." Y/n said plainly, not that fazed about it as Hizashi stopped muttering and his face collapsed for a second into a worried one, though he regained it back.
Staring at the girl who didn't look that scared, he scanned her body for any kind of mark but couldn't find any, even after he looked over at Aizawa for confirmation as he also shook his head.
"Y/n. This is serious. Do you know why that person came?" Hizashi asked and bent down to look the girl in the eye for any sign of fear that he could hug onto her for.
Hesitating for a fraction of a second to think about her answer, she shook her head and touched Hizashi's head and just laughed, completely changing the dense mood.
"Y/n, you oka-" Shinso started to say, but stopped for a fraction of a second when his hand let go of the frying pan and collapsed on his foot.
"OWW!!!" he started to yell as he was hopping around with his hand holding his foot but was cut of when a hand silenced him quickly.
Repeating his beginning sentence, Shinso said laughing bitterly. And he grimaced as he hobbled down the stairs, leaving Y/n, Hizashi and Aizawa.
"Y/n. Did you get hurt? Are you okay?" Aizawa said, and continued to check over the young girl who had just nodded or shook her head at the questions as she braided the blonde's hair.
Alone with his thoughts, Aizawa stared at the knocked out man on the floor of his daughters bedroom, only to realize that they weren't there.
The floor was empty.
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hey y'all.
uh- sorry for not updating you since like 1962, but I promise I'll try more.I had tennis tryouts, NYSSMA is coming up and I had a whole load of tests and quizzes, the math one, in which I failed, so... Thats great for me!
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