Aizawa-sensei. I think I fucked up {One Shot}

The fuckupment

Izuku really didn't mean to stare. It happened without his consent. And every time he acknowledged his staring he went back to listening to Aizawa-sensei's lecture. And then he went back to staring again.

It wasn't his fault though! At least he didn't think so.
But Todoroki, oh god Todoroki. Everything about him was perfect, Izuku {loved} admired him. Like how his eyes had a spark in them when he heard something he liked, like when he's so childishly {but adorably} excited at the littles of things, like when the corners of his lips curl up at a joke made at lunch, like when his eyes softened when he talked wit-

'Stop, stop, stop.'

'What are you saying?'

'How can you say about a boy!? When did I go wrong when raising you!?'

Ah yes, stop Izuku. How could you say that? Sure Tododroki-kun is a good friend, but straight up analysing his everyday behaviour? You disgusting thing.

'It's almost as if you're in {love}. Who allowed you? Who allowed you to {love a boy}? No one did. Remember the rules. We don't date boys do we now sweetie? Tell me, what are the rules?'

"Rule number 1 Don't date boys "

'Good, number two?'

"Rule number 2
Don't date boys pretending to be girls"

'And?'

"and don't get the stupid idea of turning into a girl"

'Rule numer 3?"

"Don't fall in love with a boy"

'Yes, yes, it isn't so hard is it?'

Silence fell in the room

'I said-'
the woman leaned into the boys ear
'It isn't so hard is it? Following the rules?'

"It isn't"

The woman smiled and walked out of the room

Silence fell over the room once again. The boy looked up at the celling and leaned on the chair. Soon enough a sigh left his lips.

"My head hurts."

Yeah. Izuku didn't {love} Todoroki. He couldn't even if he did. It isn't allowed.

But fuck, he really is close to breaking that one rule.

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He couldn't sleep again. Two weeks. Two motherfucking weeks.

Todoroki was always on his mind, every single night it was Todoroki this Todoroki that. He was tired of it. Why is {love} this so hard to control?

Izuku sighed. Time to get some jasmin tea, at 2 am, the same as the rest of the week, again. Fucking great.

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Aizawa was tired.

Although tired was a big understatement. He just came back from his patrol at which he stopped two gangs, one suicidal kid, three attempts at rape and a bank robbery.

The only thing he wanted to do now was sleep.

The last thing Aizawa wanted was to teach his class with less than two hours of sleep, he did that once, never again did he attempt such a foolish thing and he does not plan to, that day was Hell.

So when he saw his #1 problem child in the common room he allowed himself to quietly groan and flopped himself on the couch opposite to the boy, who apparently, did not notice him.