Red Panda (MHA x Male OC)

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Rojiro was slightly disappointed, but at least Aizawa was keeping conversation with him, so he couldn't be too disappointed in it.

After they finished eating, it was time to shower and hygiene. There is only one bathroom in the house that has a shower, so they had to take turns.

Rojiro went first, as he insisted. He got into the bathroom and undressed, stretching his arms above his head. It had been a long and eventful two days for him.

Rojiro had never been really muscular, he has actually always been rather thin. When he was in middle school he thought he needed to be big and muscular, but no matter how hard he tried his muscles were always leaner than most.

Since he started his habit in middle school, he keeps himself fit with some small workouts here and there.

Not to mention that with a society like this it's crucial to have at least some form of ability to protect yourself. Especially those with less physical quirks, not that his isn't.

Rojiro ran his fingures through his dark, burgandy locks. His hair is usually fluffy, framing his face with a thick strand falling in between his eyes.

He looked into the mirror, silver eyes peering back at him. He's always loved his eyes, the seemingly unnatural silver. They're captivating, it's part of the reason why he doesn't stare people in the eyes most of the time.

It didn't take no time for the water to warm up, Rojiro stepped into the downpour not a second after he felt it warm enough. The tiles of the floor making his feet cold.

The water hit his back, trailing down his body. Rojiro could feel his muscles relax as he stood in the water. He let out a content sigh before moving for his soap.

~

While Rojiro was in the shower, Aizawa was thinking over his choices in life. He couldn't help but wonder why he deserved this. This random person that he's basically being forced to look after, forced to let use his shower, forced to live with.

But he supposes it isn't all bad. He did get a nice home-cooked meal out of it, a break from his hero work, and a companion.

In all his years living here, his house has never felt lived in. It's always been empty, just him and sprinkles with the occasional intruder in the form of Hizashi.

Aizawa let out an auditable sigh. He isn't sure what to think of the predicament exactly. Deep down, he supposes he likes the change.

~

The next morning, Rojiro got up at 8. Aizawa and him have to be at UA by 10 so he decided he'd make breakfast for them. He hasn't woke Aizawa up yet, but he will.

For breakfast he decided on eggs with furikake on rice, toast, and grilled fish. Of course, he made two portions. He also noticed that they'd have to go grocery shopping soon.

When he finished the food, he walked over and knocked lightly on Aizawa's door.

"Aizawa-kun, breakfast is ready," he called out. Through the door he could barely discern a grunt, then the sound of stumbling feet.

He then went back to the dining table, and sat to wait. A minute or so later, Aizawa came out of his room and sat at the table.

"Itadakimasu," they both clapped and prayed.

~

"Sugoi~, it's so cool!" Rojiro exclaims as they walk towards UA. He was excited. He gets to see UA up close. And even better, he gets to slightly teach here.

"Oh! That reminds me! Aizawa-kun, what do you teach here?" Rojiro questioned.

"I'm class 1-A's homeroom teacher." He responds semi-vaugly.