It Takes Time

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Aizawa had been worried about exactly this happening – Haruto coming home before they were out of the house. But when he saw Y/N down in that basement, he couldn't bring himself to rush her out of that place. She looked miserable – she was pale and the bruises on her body were showing clearly. She seemed thinner than she used to be, and she was barely able to stand. Haruto had probably not been giving her much food – after all, it was effort to make something and bring it all the way down here.

He had managed to get her to stand up and walk all the way towards the stairs when he heard the door opening. Y/N had turned around to him, her face full of terror at the thought of Haruto possibly finding them here. Aizawa wasn't sure what to do, either, but if it came to it then he had no issues knocking him out and carrying Y/N out of here. He wasn't even worried about it all – she had proof all over her body that he had been mistreating her. Anyone would say that his little break-in was justified.

"Y/N, get behind me. I'll handle this." he said, as he heard the footsteps inside the house. Maybe Haruto wasn't going to notice anything, but the chances of that were slim. The front door was unlocked and the door leading down to the basement was still wide open. Of course, he was going to notice.

It didn't take long until he appeared at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, blocking the only way out. He looked angry, yes, but also weirdly smug about having caught them in the middle of their escape attempt. Y/N was standing right behind Aizawa, making herself look small. Aizawa realised that he had never done any research on Haruto's Quirk. What if it was a potentially dangerous one?

"And what's going on down here?" he finally asked, looking at Aizawa as if he was ready to kill him. He probably was.

"Get away from that door and let Y/N and me leave, if you don't want any trouble." Aizawa said to him.

"Trouble?" Haruto asked and laughed. Aizawa was waiting for him to explain himself. Why the hell did he think this was funny? He was in a hell of a lot of trouble, especially if he decided to attack Aizawa.

"Why do you think that I'm the one in trouble? You're the one who broke into my house and are about to kidnap my wife. I don't know how you got in here and how you managed to disable the alarm, but I know that you can't just break into anyone's house without a good cause. And I highly doubt that it was Y/N, who asked for your help." Haruto said, after he had stopped laughing. Aizawa rolled his eyes, but then Y/N stepped out from behind him. She looked terrified, but he could see her hands were clenched into fists.

"I did ask for help. Shouta is here because I asked him to get me out." she told him. Haruto frowned. It was almost scary how much his expression darkened as he looked at Y/N. If Aizawa hadn't known they were married, he would have thought that he hated her. That she was his worst enemy in the world.

"I knew I was giving you way too much freedom, you little whore. How did you do it, hm? How did you manage to talk to him? I swear, I should have killed you when I had the chance, it would have saved me a lot of trouble..." he growled.

"It doesn't matter how she did it. She asked me to get her out, and that's what I'm going to do. Now you have a choice here. You either step aside and let us both go, or you're staying right where you are, and I'll have to take care of you. Which one will it be?" Aizawa asked him. He had enough of this man.

"As if I would just let you go!" Haruto huffed, before sprinting down the stairs. Aizawa had to admit that he hadn't expected that, so he was a little slow to react. Haruto pushed him aside and went straight for Y/N's throat, strangling her. In a way, this was good, because it meant that he had his back to Aizawa.

Aizawa knocked him out by hitting the back of his head with his elbow. Haruto let go of Y/N and stumbled for a bit, turning around to Aizawa. He was trying to stay conscious, but he was fighting a losing battle. Still, Aizawa didn't want to leave it to chance. He punched his face, and kicked his ribs, sending him flying back. His head was hitting the wall pretty hard and Aizawa was a little worried that he might have killed him.