The Insomniac's Journal (mha fanfic)

Hidden Hurt

Aizawa knew what to expect when he came out of his dorm that morning, 45 minutes later than usual, with a still fresh bullet wound, no sleep, no coffee, no food, a migraine, and his rising anxiety. He had pretty much estimated everything accurately.

Vlad was a dick for the five minutes he spent in the teacher's lounge gathering what he needed. He had gotten into class to find them all yelling and being overall shitty. He didn't feel like yelling or activating his quirk so he simply waited till they noticed his presence and made themselves quiet.

He quickly set up as they scrambled into their seats. He gave a quick look around to look for any empty seats. No one was missing so he sighed in relief. He felt lightheaded so he didn't want to yell or have to run around the place.

He had predicted this but nonetheless he was irritated when black spots dotted his vision how clouds dot the sunny sky. He faltered not once as he walked to the board to begin his lesson. He stuttered not once during his speech. It took him a bit of time to process each one but Aizawa answered all their questions with an impressive accuracy. It was uncanny for someone this weak.

When Cementoss walked in for second period Aizawa almost smiled. Screw that he almost cried of joy and relief that he could finally sit down and not worry about blacking out every five seconds.

He sat then remembered he had to train with Shinso. He only trains with the kid twice a week so he can't just cancel. Would Shinso mind if Aizawa couldn't be beside him or give him live demonstrations like he normally does? What kind of logic could he use as an excuse?

Nothing that has happened recently would be enough of an excuse to sit out training. He doesn't want to shut down and scare the kid, otherwise he would have trained regardless. Especially back when most of his hero work was spying.

He sighed softly and took out his laptop. Turning it on, he opens a web page and stares at the blank screen for a minute before he types in the link. Connects his earphones to his phone because these kids are getting so fucking loud.

His heart beats in his head to the rhythm of the song as he drags his hands across the keyboard. He yawns somewhere in his trance and can hear laughs and giggles from over the mesmerizing sound of the artist's voice. He rolls his eyes despite knowing it would made his eyes hurt. It did.

More teachers came and went while Shota worked undisturbed. He didn't even notice it was lunch till Midnight tapped his shoulder and he removed one of his earphones.

"Aren't you coming to eat?" She asked.

"It's already time?"

"Yeah. Come one let's go to the teachers lounge."

Shota took his laptop and phone before he followed her. Those two things were always on him no matter what. Unless he's on patrol, then he only has a substitute.

He got up and his word spun. It didn't help that she immediately started dragging him away at an insane speed. He almost tripped over his own feet about 7 times before they made it to the lounge room.

Nemuri dragged him in and pushed him into his chair. However she didn't leave and just stood there inspecting him. He grew anxious under her glare and stared right back. If someone makes you feel threatened imitate their actions. They'll feel exposed.

Midnight was probably terrified of Shota. She looked scared beyond measure. As if she would pass out any minute.

She leaned in closer and he had to force himself not to pull away. Nemuri didn't stop and he didn't tell her otherwise. She put her lips right besides his ear and he could hear her breathing as well as her rising heart rate.