The Deamons We Share

Murder, Migranes and Mazes

The Midoriya incident hadn't left Shota's mind for the past 3 days, and he didn't really think it was going to. That was fine though, because Aizawa Shota was a trained hero, and heroes were trained to not let the little things distract them— underground heroes, anyways.

It struck Shota as odd that Izuku Midoriya didn't seem too bothered by the incident, in fact, he wasn't bothered at all. 

He just came back the next day for homeroom with the rest of the hellspawn and took down his notes on early 21st century historical literature and acted like nothing had happened yesterday— like it was nothing out of the ordinary.Just came into class 1A's classroom and acted like he didn't notice the worried glances and curious side-eyes.

 He did— he just acted like he didn't. Midoriya was observant—a lot more than anyone else in the class, including Yaomomo. Because Midoriya wasn't just observant of the battle circumstances like Shoji, or of his opponent's weaknesses and strengths like Yaomomo. Midoriya was observant of the world around him; of each teacher's footsteps, of each classmate's whisper, of each human being in his vicinity and their every move.

Shota didn't know whether to be proud or scared.

Probably both.

Shota knew the boy could feel his well-trained eye flixing over him every now and then; Shota noticed each slight tense in Midoriya's posture, the flex of his muscles under his uniform. Shota was observant too, after all. And cared at least a little bit for his the problem children.

It was on days like this, however, that Shota felt if he had to choose between saving his students in from a villain attack or saving 5 hours of sleep, he would be more inclined to choose the sleep.

And the fact that this was All Might's bloody fault made this all the better.

"No."

"Aizawa-kun, it's not a choice; I'm not asking your opinion, I'm demanding your services."
It was his half-day.

"No."

"Nedzu-san, really, if Aizawa-san can't-"

"Aizawa-kun is perfectly capeable, Toshinori. It's not that he can't, he just wishes not to."

"Nedzu-san it's-"

"And I am no genie, so his wish, today, will not be coming true. Now, Toshinori-kun, I believe you have an appointment to get to? Tsucachui said he would lend a department car to save you the trouble of traffic, I believe." The rat turned then to face back to his desk and resumed his chimera-esque claw tapping at the keyboard.

Shota knew that murder wasn't exacty morally right, but people had different morals, right?

Right.

The skeleton with a soul turned to meet Shota's stern, silently fuming gaze. He cringed under it, doing that annoying thing where he rubbed the back of his neck with a half-closed hand while laughing nervously that Shota hated.

"Sorry, Aizawa-san. I really a-"

"Rat." The principle did not make a move to meet Shota's eyes, which were fixated on burning a neat hole into the back of his stumpy little head that Shota currently wanted to pop like a large pimple to see the insides come pouring out like puss.

Maybe Shota was a little annoyed.

But he hasn't slept for 287 episodes; give him a break.

"You'll get paid extra, Aizawa-kun, of course."

"I better be paid in sleep."

The rat tutted, but did not turn.

"I-" Toshinori was a wee bit terrified. "I better get... going."