The Aizawa Effect - (Aizawa X OC)

Our Tears Heal Wounds

The doorknob jiggled a little as if someone was trying to come in. I looked at the knob and then back at my copy of the investor contract that was drowning in my red markings and notes I had made the past week.

I glanced out of the large windows behind me and sighed. Our agency was on the 19th, 20th, and 21st floors of a high-rise building in the center of Hartford, Connecticut, and the view was to die for. Affording a place like this would have required a kidney from each of us, but I guess being the son of the former number-one hero had its perks.

My office was on the 21st floor and down the hall from Jay's. The walls were cream, and the couch and matching armchairs were a deep teal. My birch desk complimented the dark chairs, and various pictures lined the walls. Justice and I were in some pictures, and my mom was in others. In the largest frame, Justice, me, my mom, and Mr. Gonzales were all together and took a selfie after a beautiful dinner at my childhood home.

Jay's office was a similar size as mine with the same cream walls, but his accents, such as armchairs and a large couch, were a dark red with white pillows. Awards and other plaques given to him during his time as a hero adorned his walls, and one picture of the four of us sat on his desk.

My door finally opened fully, and my eyes softened.

"Hi, Boss! I'm so happy you're back!" my assistant almost shouted as she balanced the stack of papers threatening to fall out of her arms.

"Tara, it's great to see you! I'm so glad you were on vacation earlier this week. After running this place for a month, you all needed to rejuvenate yourselves." I laughed sympathetically.

Our sidekicks and assistants kept the place moving like a well-oiled machine when Jay should have been here to support them. I guess it doesn't matter much now since everything went fine, but that should never happen again.

She laughed and came toward me. "I can't imagine how busy you must be with the UA contract going virtual plus the investors' meeting tomorrow."

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips at the thought of meeting these investors face to face. "I'm sure it will go well. I've been making notes and preparing for over a week now."

Tara gave me a toothy grin and left a stack of patrol incident reports needing my approval on the desk. "I'll leave you to it, Raezor. I'm sure you and Weighted Justice will do amazing at the meeting!"

She didn't realize that Justice was why this meeting was even happening; whether that was a good or bad reason was subjective.

I waved at Tara, and as the door closed, my body fell limp. My muscles were exhausted, and my brain was begging me to take a nap, but I couldn't, not now. I had more strategies to flesh out before taking a break.

My head shot up aggressively as a soft knock came from behind my door.

An exasperated breath escaped my mouth, and my pen hit the table. Who could that be now?

The door opened slowly after a few seconds, and Jay poked his head in.

"Hey! I hope I'm not disturbing you."

I shook my head. "Not at all. Please come in."

He walked in and shut the door before sitting in the right chair in front of my desk. He was in his signature red and white hero outfit, and his slicked-back hair seemed perfect except for the single thick curl that always fell on his forehead gracefully.

"I noticed your door is closed today. Is everything okay?" His fingers played with a piece of paper that was hanging off my desk.

I looked up and gave a slight nod, keeping my face neutral. "I'm great. Do you need something?"