In which Y/n is the new UA guidance counselor.
Straight away Aizawa is suspicious of her. He tries to get close to her to figure out what she's hiding. And well, he does but not in the way he expected.
And neither did Y/n.
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Y/n's Pov:
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Can I spend the night?" Excuse me?! "Hitoshi, do you know what time it is?" He looked at his phone.
"Eleven." He said with a small smile. "One, how did you find out where I live, two, what are you doing here?"
He sighed. "I searched through our parent's old payments." What the hell is this kid? Undercover detective?
"And we had a fight." He looked sad when he said that. I groaned mentally. "Fine, but we're talking more later."
He nodded and I let him inside. "Hi, Mr. Aizawa." Shota looked over and was confused.
I closed the door and walked over. "You have to sleep on the couch, I don't have another room." Hitoshi looked over at me.
"That's fine." He set down his bag. "Where's the bathroom?" I pointed where it was and he thanked me.
When he went inside Shota spoke. "What's he doing here?" He asked. "Spending the night."
He looked at me confused. "Y/n what's going on?" I sighed and sat beside him. "Just problems and he needs my help. I can't turn him away."
Not again.
Shota nodded and brought me close. "Okay, if you need anything you can ask." I nodded. "I will. Thank you."
He kissed me and I kissed back. "So y'all are dating?" We stopped and looked at Hitoshi who was just standing there.
"Yeah, do you need something?" He thought for a moment. "Something to drink?"
What a brat. I got up and started making tea. "Tea is gross." I looked over and he was watching me over my shoulder.
"You can make your own drink if you'd like." This feels like I'm babysitting. "Tea is fine."
I nodded and continued making it. "So how long have you and Mr. Aizawa been dating?"
"About three months I think." He hmmed. "I'm surprised, he doesn't seem like the type to be in a relationship."
I nodded. "I thought that at first too." I gave him his cup and he thanked me. "What happened Hitoshi?"
He looked down at his cup. "They found out I've been talking to you." I sighed. I know they didn't take that well.
"You can stay for the weekend but after-" He nodded. "Yeah, I know. I have to go back."
"I was gonna say we talk to them. Try to explain things." He looked shocked. "You want to talk to them?"
I shrugged. "No, but this is for you so." He smiled at me. I smiled back and went over to Shota.
We snuggled up together. "So he's staying for the weekend." He nodded. "Okay, you alright?"
I nodded. "I will be."
•
The weekend went by so fast.
Both Shota and Hitoshi stayed the entire weekend. They helped around the apartment though.
So I don't mind but food went by a bit quicker. Shota offered to buy some but I told him I would.
I came home after getting a few groceries to find Hitoshi and Shota putting away groceries he had bought.
Now I have a lot of food at least.
Shota's driving us to the school this morning. I don't know but this seems kinda nice.
We got out and started to walk to the building. "After school today we can go talk to your parents if that's fine with you."
He was about to correct me when he stopped himself. I told him Shota didn't know yet so he's being careful.
"That's fine." I nodded. Shota looked at me and smiled a bit. We walked inside only to be met with- well you'll see.
"Hitoshi, where have you been?" He kinda froze there. "Nowhere, why are you here?"
"Don't speak to your mother that way." Can I dig a hole and bury myself now.
Nezu was there too. I looked at him and they looked at me and everyone was looking at me.
"Why don't we go talk in my office." They walked with him and so did Hitoshi.
I turned to Shota. "I'll tell you when I get back." He saw my worried look but he still nodded.
I started to walk.
•
"I just don't understand how you could let her apply here." She seems really mad.
I sat across from them waiting for Nezu to speak. "Other than the incident her record is clean. Even then no charges were made."
She scoffed. "It would have been nice to know at least." I laughed a bit. "Oh I'm sorry we haven't spoken but who's fault is that."
"My son doesn't need to be speaking to you. You'll just cause more problems-" Hitoshi cut him off.
"Dad stop it she didn't do anything wrong." She laughed. "Yet." I sighed.
"Look I think we should all calm down and talk about this like adults." Nezu said.
I looked at them. "Feel however you want about me I don't give a damn, but do not put Hitoshi in the middle of this."
He was on the verge of tears. "It's not his fault this is where we ended up." They looked upset.
"Fine. Hitoshi go wait outside." He looked at the confused. "But-" He cut him off. "Now."
He stood up and before he left he gave me a look.
"I can't prevent you from working here but I can prevent you from speaking to him." She said.
"He's my brother. I can't just stop talking to him." He shook his head. "You will if you don't want us to pull him from this school."
I looked at Nezu who was staying out of it for now. "No." They looked at me surprised.
"What?" She asked angrily. "He doesn't deserve this. Your fight is with me and even then I can easily win if I wanted to."
He scoffed. "Yeah, right we haven't done anything wrong." I laughed a bit. "How about child neglect? You left me all by myself in an apartment and didn't visit me at all!"
He rolled his eyes. "You're exaggerating." Tears filled my eyes. "You wouldn't even let me go to her funeral even though her mother personally invited me."
They just sat there. Like they didn't do anything!
I wiped my eyes. "You leave him alone. Let him go to school here and let him see me."
I swallowed to try and get my throat to stop hurting. "Before you start actually having problems."
I stood up and left.
I walked to the entrance. I need to leave. When I did I saw Shota waiting for me.
I walked over to him. We just stood there until I hugged him. He hugged back and I let some of the tears fall.