The Insomniac's Journal (mha fanfic)

Happy Birthday Shota

It was 5:07 p.m. as the pitch-black car pulled up in front of the 1A dorms. Aizawa stepped out of the car, making sure the two younger ones were following.

Aizawa guided the two into the main building. Lights were shining in many different colors and he wondered briefly if there was a party. Then he remembered, that Hizashi and Nemuri were his best friends and the situation explained itself.

He opened the door and was greeted with pain in his ears as everyone in the room yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIZAWA!"

He couldn't help the blush of sheer embarrassment that coated his face. His hold on Eri's hand tightened- not painfully- and he looked away from the crowd that was slowly making its way towards him.

"How old are you now?"

"OMG! YOU MUST BE LIKE 40 NOW."

"Nah I think he's 38."

"Can't be he's got to be at least 45!"

"He's 35 minimum."

"I say 49 max!"

Tsukauchi (wait he's here!) walked closer. "You're all wrong." He said proudly thanks to his quirk.

"Well then how old is he?" They asked in unison.

Tsuki faltered as he started counting on his fingers.

"Aizawa-sensei is 31 today!" Midoriya said boldly.

Sounds of denial radiated around and Shota's embarrassment finally started to die down. Hizashi laughed and clapped his hand lightly to catch their attention. "Midoriya is right!" The blond piped.

"You look older."

"Yeah, yeah. I look twice my age get over it." He said with a roll of his eyes, a small smile hidden behind his scarf.

"No, no it's not bad." Mina started, "It's more of a sexy dominant sugar daddy kinda vibe."

Aizawa blinked once. Twice. Opened his mouth to speak then closed it again before finally thinking of something to say.

"I- You're on house arrest. I don't want to see you outside that door without my approval for the next week." He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"MINA! THAT WAS VERY UNPROFESSIONAL OF YOU." Iida began.

Shota let out a heavy sigh. These kids. "She had good intentions and I've already reprimanded her so leave her be Iida."

Hizashi laughed as he swung his arm around Aizawa's shoulder. "Happy birthday Sho!"

Suddenly, Aizawa remembered this morning's incident and he blushed a beetroot red. Lightly pushing Hizashi off of him, he hid his face in his scarf- no it wasn't his capture weapon- and mumbled softly into the fabric.

"Speak up," Bakugou commanded from somewhere in the room.

"I said that I didn't want much of a party." He said a little louder.

"This isn't a party Shota! Have you ever been to one of mine-"

"Yes. And never again." Aizawa answered quickly.

"SHOTA!" Hizashi whined as the students laughed at the antics.

"I'm not a people person." Shota shrugged as he made his way to a seat in the kitchen, the class tailing him.

The extra attention was stirring nerves in him. He wanted to go to bed.

His eyes dragged along the group of people in front of him before landing on someone. "Tsuki?" He asked, staring at the man with wide eyes.