your not my hero 《villain Aizawa》

Your mother[Edited]

When Hizashi left, no one said anything for a while; the clock on the wall ticked, the scribbling of the pen on the paper by Tsukashi and the flickering of the light, were the only things keeping the place from being a void of silence.

"So, tea?"
"Not now, Nezu," Tsukashi and Nemuri said in unison.
"I'd like some actually," said Izuku
"See,"
"OK, fine. What do you want Aizawa?" Asked Tsukashi. Shota's head was still in-between his arms on the desk.
*snore*
'Did he just snore'
Everyone was at a loss for words. Izuku couldn't help but laugh. Nezu got off the chair went outside but immediately came back to ask Nemuri for help in the kitchen.

So the only people left in the room were the done with life detective Tsukashi, the sleep deprived hobo-looking man Shota and the fluff of green hair Izuku. Silence filled the room once again.
"Aizawa I know you're not sleeping. I wanted to know if you could please continue, I don't want to stay here all night," sighed Tsukashi.
Nothing.
"*sigh* OK I'll give you a break-" Tsukashi was cut off as he was getting up.
"The next day I went to see my farther,"
Tsukashi sat down. Aizawa's head was still in his arms as he spoke.

The next day
I sat by the table, my dad just on the other side. If you saw him you would've seen how he was crying prier to my arrival, but yet he kept a stern face. "Your mother died," he said. I didn't know what to expect when I got there. When he said those words, I did not feel any sorrow, only relief; relief that at least one of the people that brought me into this world gone.

"Why?" He said, " Why won't you say anything!? All you ever did since you came here was say nothing! Nothing! All you ever did when you were a kid was be in our way! And yet you don't even shed a tear for the person who at least gave you a bed, food and shelter!"

*smack*
Shotas right cheek stung. He was now looking to the left at the ground, a red mark now forming on his cheek. It was no surprise to Shota, he expected it to come to this one way or another.
" You think I can't lay a hand on you just because your a hero now? Think again you villain of a son."
Shota turned to look back at the man they call his 'farther' as he kept his face stern and expressionless. He stared deep into the man's soul through his eyes. A shiver ran down the man's spine as he turned to look away, picking up the tea he definitely didn't forget about. All his tears were long gone and forgotten about when the man spoke again setting his tea down; he didn't bother to make Shota anything, "I hope you will make the arrangements for your mother's funeral since you're a 'hero' with all that money of yours. Now I'm sure we are done here so if you please I wouldn't mind if you left. Just seeing your face makes me sick," he shooed Shota away with his hand.

Shota got up, not a single emotion was showed on his face. He managed to get to the door and was now putting his shoes on to leave. He was on his second shoe when his 'farther' spoke again after taking another sip of his tea.
"And I don't want to see your so-called 'husband' at the funeral either, it would be a disgrace to your mother if he came. What has my son come to I can't even call him a man anymore," he mumbled the the last sentence, probably not meaning for Shota to hear it but he did.
Shota got up and left without saying a word.

Just then the green haired kid appeared, a worried look on his freckled face.
" Erasure Head, are you okay? You don't have to listen to what that man said. His wrong. You are the best hero I -" Shota cut off his ramble of worry,

 "I do. Let's face it I'm a villain hiding behind the status of a Hero, a pro at that. I'm hiding who I really am and it's only a matter of time before I show my true colors," Shota continued walking as he spoke, "and my sleep and coffee will vanish along with the title of a pro underground hero," he mumbled.
The greenet had to stifle his laugh, now was not the time for jokes he has to focus. He caught Shota shooting him a side glance, the greennet went stiff, Shota turned around sighing.
" I'm sorry," he said as he caught up with Shota," I didn't-" the poor green head was cut off mid-sentence yet again, 

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to be alone. I also have a funeral to prepare,"
The greenet was reluctant at first but he knew there was nothing he could do or say at that moment; so he left, a feeling of disappointment and sadness left deep inside his soul.

Days went by as the day of the funeral drew nearer, the green head never visited Shota, not even once. Shota became more and more distant from his husband and Hizashi noticed it, though he decided to set it aside for the time being because he was still trying to figure out why his husband went on an early, very early patrol without telling anyone, not even Nezu.

-Time skip- [day of the funeral]
It was a cloudy day, that day, as the rain began to fall. I didn't have an umbrella nor did I want one. All I had was a black rose (where he got it? we will never know) I watched as the coffin went down the six-feet deep hole with the remains of my so-called 'mother' inside it. My 'farther' was standing closer to the grave than anyone else there, he held the umbrella on top of his head as he cried like a baby. The coffin finally reached the bottom as they took out the ropes. I walked to the hole grabbing a handful of sand and I dropped it in there. I watched how the sand, now mud, bounced off the coffin. I then dropped the black rose, bidding fare well to one, of the few, main tormentors in my life since the age of 4. I turned around never looking back not even once.

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I miss my shapes😭😭😭😭😭😭

But I just wanna say sorry to the people who have been waiting for me to update and I hope that this will help even if its just for a little bit
And I don't think I will be updating for a while.

I'm sorry again😞

JJ OUT😎