The man who knew the fox

• A Moment With Him•

I had to walk up two flights of stairs and one the way up I tripped and hit my head, luckily there was no one around. I got to our floor and slumped to the ground, I had managed to get back up and walk to class, I knew I was late, Aizawa knew I was late, and Shoto, he knew I was late. I ran into the classroom and got many looks "so sorry Aizawa-sensei I got caught up on the stairs" I say blood trickling down my forehead. "Are you ok?" Aizawa questions and I touch my head "oh! yeah, I'm fine" I smiled through the pain. I sat in my seat and continued to learn what I could. My head throughout lessons was throbbing and I think Shoto and Aizawa could see that.

I looked up at the clock and the chimes rang, everyone, grabbed their bags and headed out of the classroom, for lunch, "you ok?" Shoto asks "yeah just go to lunch ill be there in a minute," I say and he and I walk over to the door "Katsumi" Aizawa called "yes?" I question "stay after class. we need to talk." Those simple words from Aizawa made me want to wither up into nothing but dust. "why sir?" I ask "did I stutter?" He growled. I could feel my mouth go dry I was surely choking on with the suffocating and burning feeling tingling in the back of my throat. Daring to look at Aizawa only made things worse seeing Aizawa's eyes glow with seriousness, anger, and lacking patience. 

Normally Shoto's attempt to cheer him up would've worked or at least dull the fear that was creeping its way up towards me, but it did nothing but made me feel worse. I was merely smiling at my own gratitude for Shoto being here "Todoroki. Leave" he says and the pit from my throat dropped to my stomach. "I'm sorry" Shoto mouthed. My thoughts were racing in my head. Was this about yesterday? Was I in trouble? I hope It wasn't, I was just sticking up for myself, yeah probably not in the most professional way but Bakugo didn't treat me too professionally either.

Aizawa had made me take my things and follow him to his office he opened it and pointed me to a seat "Toshinori will be here in a little bit" Aizawa says and I smiled but it soon turned to grim "wait my uncle is coming here?" I ask and Aizawa gives me a confused look as he sat at his desk "All might is your uncle?" He questions putting his hands over his mouth "well he's not my real uncle but as a half-uncle, I don't know, why am I here?" I ask and Aizawa takes a look at me and lays back in his chair "I'll tell you when your 'uncle' gets here" Aizawa says and turns around. I heard light snoring come from Aizawa as I sat there for 30 minutes.

The office is sparse, and empty, aside from the scratching of the window from the wind and some personal things laying around the office. It had been another 10 minutes I decided to try and quietly get up off my chair when I heard "Sit. Down." In a low husky voice, I was scared shitless, I thought he was asleep. "holy shit" I said quietly "watch your mouth" he says and turns to me "listen, kid- wait. How old are you?" he asked taking off his scarf "um. 17?" I say and he turns and puts his feet on the table "oh, ok. Just thought you were younger" he says. "and how did you get your quirk?" Aizawa asks "my grandma- But why with all the questions?" I announced.

Aizawa amused himself watching the furrow of my eyebrows deepen with each new question, and, to be fair he just wanted to know more about me. The questions go on for an hour or so now, and watching the last of my self-restraint slip away was like watching that stubborn Bakugo trying to attempt anything. How long would it be until I ask? Everyone has their breaking point, an even shorter one when six letters and numbers are involved and it was barely a few minutes later that my conscience finally breaks. 

With a loud and devastating sigh, I threw my hands up in the air in frustration my back arching and joints popping loudly. Aizawa barely glances up, fighting valiantly to keep a grin off his lips, and watches from his peripheral as slowly, he turns in his seat to face me. The silence stretches out for a little too long. a mixture of stubbornness on my part perhaps. I had finally had enough and finally decided to ask the question Aizawa was waiting for "Mr. Aizawa" I asked, it's then that Aizawa, feigning surprise, looks up with an eyebrow arching and a thin smile that's covering another, wider grin beneath it. "What's up, kiddo?" Aizawa questions turning to face me. "why am I here?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow "Oh. right. well. I saw how good you were during the test a couple of days ago. you're going to the sports festival" he said grinning.

 "me?-wait what is the sports festival?" I asked "the sports festival is an event where students at U.A get to test their strength and see what their quirks uphold" Aizawa concluded. "I don't — hah. I don't think I'm cut out for it" I sighed "and why not?" Aizawa asks "I don't know. Maybe with Bakugo and I trying to kill each other on the first day. I think my anger is too much. I'm sorry" I apologized. "No, I think you did great. I knew based on your mannerisms you were not going to attack Bakugo." He stated "I knew you were only trying to scare him" Aizawa teased "so I ask again. Would you be willing in joining the sports festival?" he proposed. I thought about it. Was I capable? would I even make it? "yes. I do it" I accepted "great! you'll train with me tomorrow" Aizawa said handing me a piece of paper.

I sat there sighing everything I needed to "Good. Pack your things. Make sure you're ready to leave" Aizawa says getting up from his chair, I scramble to grab my things and follow him to the door "wait why would I need to pack?" I question "because training is not here," He says and closes the door leaving me standing there in defeat while he walks away. "wha-" I choke "as I said, it's not here, I'll give you more details tomorrow," He says walking down the hall. I stood there baffled, why would this professor want me. Over the last couple of days, I have noticed he's well. Not the most active. Why me? I ran after him "what about my classes and you being a teacher?" I ask and he snickers "I have that handled ok?" he smirks and walks away.