The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Part 2: Chapter 17.

"Ugh..." I groggily changed the dressing on my leg from the small bullet wound, causing it to pulse with pain more than ever. The tile of my bathroom was cold against my feet, sitting in awkward position on the floor to try and wrap my thigh.

"All done." I tied it off, getting up with the assistance of the counter and grabbing my crutches. Sounds of chatter came from my living room, growing closer as I hobbled over.

"...You're still here?" I raised my brows at the two boys furiously hitting buttons on their controllers.

"Bakugou and I are very into this game at the moment." Todoroki never took his eyes off the screen.

"God, I hate it when you talk." Katsuki growled at him.

"Good to see you're getting along at least. I'm heading out. Leave... When you want, I guess?" I smiled at them, ruffling their hair as I walked past.

With a deep breath, I worked out the courage to knock on Aizawa's door. It'd been so long since we'd just... hung out. I'd missed that, and so I was looking forward to date night. With 2 raps on the door, it was done.

"Hey." He opened the door, leaning against the door frame. A small smirk crept along his face, upon seeing it was me. Black locks lazily fell from his face, as it donned his usual stubble, with a tight black t-shirt to go with it all. Oh, and loose grey sweats- nice.

"H-hey." As cool-headed as I was around others- this was the one guy that would cause me to melt like butter. I followed him inside, to see his coffee table laid out with all my favourite snacks.

"Damn, you know me too well." I sat myself on the sofa, stuffing some crisps in my mouth.

"Do you want to watch a film, or play games?" He sat next to me, snaking an arm around my shoulder. I pondered for a moment.

"...Can we go out?" I asked, smiling hopefully.

"Sure. Let me go get ready." He got up towards his room. My eyes wandered around his dorm room- the familiar settings of his TV, furniture, and his cat Kuro of course, nuzzling my leg as fondly as ever.

"Where do you want to go?" He was now wearing a white shirt with a black bomber jacket, black jeans and converses.

But damn- he'd shaved, he'd pulled his hair back into a half-up half-down style; irresistible.

"Uh-" My cheeks had flushed with heat.

"Lets just drive for a while." He nodded, leading me out.

"Oh." He froze- staring at the lift doors as we whirred down. Aizawa checked his watch- 9:32pm.

"Eh?" I wanted to know what was wrong. In true Aizawa fashion, he said nothing in return. Until he furiously started slamming the buttons on the lift controls. As if that was going to help whatever he was doing.

"Dude!! What're you doing?!" I exclaimed at seeing the strange display before me.

"It's too early- they're all still down there." He continued pressing the buttons- presumably in a futile attempt to stop the lift.

"...Oh." The doors opened, only for half of 1-A to turn around and see who had come down. Only their teacher dressed like a college kid and his student, of course. I will admit- this was an incriminating scene, and there didn't seem like there were many ways to get out of it. Most of the class had their eyebrows furrowed, except for poor, poor Denki of course.

"Looking dapper, sensei!" He shot some finger guns at him with a grin spread across his face. I looked up to Aizawa, as did the rest of my classmates, still with bewilderment on their expressions. My teacher's face, however, remained in a stoic poker face.