Mrs Aizawa (MHA Fanfiction)

21. The battle

- Present Mic's point of view -

"Mr Mic!" A few students scream at me. We're all outside on the fields, like the UA lockdown protocal tells us to do. There is an intruder, which hasn't happend in a very long time. How is that even possible?! UA High is one of the best guarded grounds of Japan! "Mr Mic, hurry!" The students  yell at me again, causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

I look to my side and see my students, we were in the middle of english class, serrouding something on the floor. We've all heard a window break, but just now I realise that the window broke because something was thrown out of it. I run up to the students and quickly realise that the something that was thrown out is a someone! 
Without me having to tell the students, they step aside and let me through. I let myself fall onto my knees, wanting to check up on the person that was thrown out the fucking window.

"Y/n..." It feels like someone stabs me. T-This can't be real! No, no this can't be happening! "Y/n!?" I call out to the woman on the floor infront of me, my students watching over my shoulders at what's going on. But there isn't much going on, because Y/n isn't responding to me calling out to her or gently tapping against her face. No... She is out.

"S-should we get mr Aizawa?" One of the students asks me, but I answer before I can even think about it.

"No." I snap at them, even though that isn't fair. "Do not tell Shota. We need him to battle against whoever did this to her." I explain, trying to figure out what to do next.  But honestly, even though I graduated from UA High and worked as a Pro Hero for a lot of years now, nothing could've prepared me for this. The wife of my best friend is laying unconcious on the ground infront of me, just thrown out of a window, bleeding in a few spots. 

Without thinking about it, again, I lean over Y/n's unconcious body, almost as if I want to kiss her. But I don't kiss her, because ew. I, as gently as I possibly can, shove my right hand behind her head. It feels wet and I don't dare to see what color my hand or her hair is, but I have so my ideas. Slowly, I start pulling her body upwards, wanting it to be as close to me as possible. My students are telling me to leave her on the floor, in case she has broken her back, but I ignore them. Very awkwardly yet very, very carefully, I manage to lift Y/n up just enough to have my arm support her neck and spine while I press her head against my shoulder. With my other hand, I lift her up. Shota won't care that I touched his wife's butt, not after he heard what has happend. 

"I'm going to Recovery Girl. Listen to Shota and don't go playing the hero." I scold at my students one last time, before I take off. With Y/n in my arms, her head pressed against my shoulder and her legs loosely resting on my hips, I ran as carefully as I can towards the medical center of UA.

- Shota Aizawa's point of view -

It's a lockdown, there is someone at UA High who shouldn't be there. All my students are on the field with me, because of the UA lockdown protocal. Of course, some of them tried to run off and play the hero, but my scarf is long enough to capture multiple students at once. I didn't scold at them, I don't have time for that.

"Where is Vlad and class 1B?!" Midnight yells at me from the other side of the field. One of the windows of the class 1B homeroom just broke, I heard it. 

"I think they're sitll inside! Y/n is with Vlad!" I yell back at Midnight, before a pang hits my chest. Y/n. She must be scared shitless in there, with that son of a bitch of a Vlad there to protect her. But whatever, she is safe. Vlad is a Pro Hero as well, he can protect her. And he will protect her, otherwise he'll need protection from me.

"Mr Aizawa! Mr Mic -" Some students run up to me, yelling something. The moment they yell Mic, my eyes land on him. He's running towards the main entrance, which is weird considering the protocal says to not enter the building. But then I see what he's holding in his arms. Well, it's not a what, but a who. And it feels like someone is taking my heart out of my chest and stomping on it infront of me.