How do you get a boyfriend?

Chapter 8: Moody Dude

It had been about a week since Aizawa had taken Churros the cat in. The kitten was healthy and steadily growing and was definitely a mischief maker. Aizawa did teach him lessons the hard way, like the time churros knocked over some of the plates in his house, and Aizawa made him sleep in the bathroom... Yamada, however, was finding it hard to get his apartment manager to agree to let the kitten in. Yamada had been visiting Churros to Aizawas dismay. He really would rather see Yamada less, but he didn't stop him. He couldn't.

Another day of hell... Aizawa thought miserably during his lunch break. He'd curled up in his desk chair, the kids where honestly a nightmare. Izuku kept breaking his bones, and Bakugou was something else. Aizawa sighed, holding papers written by Sero and Denki. They shared one braincell... Aizawa honestly couldn't see how the day could get worse, the kids were out of control and driving him up the wall the teachers weren't helping him, infact they were teasing him about not expelling them. Aizawa didn't know why he hadn't expelled them, but... even with all the hyper-activeness in them, they were fantastic students, so he sucked it up. It had been raining all day, too, and Aizawa didn't have an umbrella, so he walked halfway to school through the downpour. Aizawas car had broken down driving the first half. He'd stepped on Churros' tail. He also hit his head on a door frame. He felt like shooting himself. Bad days were the worst. His phone buzzed, and he groaned at the message. His son was asking why he hadn't packed lunch. Aizawa hit his head on the table, grumbling. Now he was going to hear it from his daughter, she'd be grumpy and he didn't want that. He never wanted that he wanted to seem like he had no control being a single father. He should've packed their lunches. Whatever. He'd take them out for dinner to make up for it...

"Heeeey Shotttaaa~" Both Nemuri and Yamada cooed as they slid through the door.

Aizawa said nothing. He kept his head on the desk until he felt someone run their hands through their hair.

"What's wrong, honey?" Nemuri asked as her nails ran through his tangled hair.

"Yeah honey, what's wrong?" Yamada mocked.

"Nothing. Go. Away." Aizawa snapped, hitting Nemuri's hand.

Yamada and Nemuri glanced to one another. What was up with him? He didn't even scold them for calling him by his first name or for calling him "honey." Guess someone rolled out from the wrong side of the bed.

"Uh... Well, Aizawa Nezu told us to tell you that You and Thirteen are taking Class 1A on a trip to a physical training centre, the USJ. Tomorrow.." Yamada tried to sound cheerful, but he didn't want to upset Aizawa.

Aizawa grunted briefly before picking his head off the desk and slamming his head back down. This caused Yamada and Nemuri to jump. They both sat either side of him trying to pry his head from the table.

"Shota... What's wrong? Seriously..." Nemuri asked softly.

"Nothing." Aizawa sighed, finally letting the two see his worn-out face. His forehead was red and bruised, and he looked on the verge of collapsing. His whole body seemed tense and uncomfortable. Nemuri put her hand on his.

"Shota, I'm your best friend... I can tell when you've had a shitty day." Nemuri grinned half-heartedly.

"Just... everything.. I guess not much of importance, but just a crappy day." Aizawa muttered.

"Well... anything we can do? Present Mic is happy to help in whatever way he can!" Yaamda announced in his best DJ voice with the finger guns and all.

And even though Yamada didn't see it, Aizawa smiled just a bit, just a little. And he seemed to feel a bit better that was before Aizawa grimaced again, not giving the smile a second thought.