Goodbye (Mha)

Trust Me On This One

メガネ - Megane, meaning 'glasses' in Japanese
- I think I've seen this used a lot with the translation 'Four Eyes', but it doesn't show up like that in Google Translate...

"Hey, how was it?" Present Mic leaned forward to catch a glimpse of his husband's face, which was frowning.

Aizawa sighed, collapsing beside him in the staff room. He sinks down so the top of his head is at Present Mic's elbow level. "The stupid kid just... it seems as if he's so affected by whatever he can't use his Quirk in certain circumstances. It's dangerous for him but he's offended when I ask." Aizawa sighs once more, deeply.

Present Mic smiles sadly, reaching out to card his fingers through Aizawa's hair. "You'll get through to him, he's a teen, I bet all he wants his recognition and respect. Don't worry, he'll have a bright future."

Aizawa's eyes squeezed shut. "I really hope so."

.

Bakugo left Inko's house the next morning tired. He could barely sleep last night and the run to Inko's house wasn't actually long enough to help like he'd hoped, so he was practically snoring while cooking.

Leaving the house felt a little solemn, whenever he left the house when he was younger he would be smiling and waving at someone just beyond the door.

Now, he didn't want to look back, in fear that it'll be too like when Deku was still there.

Scowling once he leaves the general premise of the house, Bakugo feels his eyes drooping dangerously as he walked to the subway, and he rubbed at them furiously as if trying to rub the sleep out.

Bakugo felt out of character being so tired, he, like Deku, never used to run out of energy so easily. He had started to get more tired more often after Deku's death, nights with less sleep and more staring at the ceiling drenched in his own pungent grief.

Bakugo averted his gaze from the offending wall he had been staring at somewhere in the distance, just turning his eyes to the train nearby.

He walked over just as the train pulled up, and, still attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he nods to the bus driver, flashing his pass, before walking into the train and sitting beside Shinso.

The two of them are quiet for the first few seconds, before Shinso turns to look at Bakugo. "You look tired." Shinso commented.

Bakugo raised a judgemental eyebrow at him. "Ya think?"

Shinso's smile was strained, as though he felt at least somewhat bad for the boy sitting beside him. "Of course you're a bigger grump when tired. Get enough sleep tomorrow or we're all fucked." Shinso commented nonchalantly.

Bakugo scowled deeply, before deciding to let off the chase and just turning away from Shinso. "Shut the fuck up." He murmured, before closing his eyes and leaning on his knees and arms.

Shinso doesn't comment from then on, and Bakugo somehow manages to fall asleep. A few minutes later, when they arrive, Shinso shakes him awake.

Dazed, Bakugo doesn't reject to being dragged out of the train in time by Shinso, who stood outside and waited for Bakugo to recover from waking up.

"This is why you sleep." Shinto said.

Bakugo was too tired to glare, rather, he raised an eyebrow. "Says you, Eyebags. Come on." Bakugo turned to walk up the hill to UA, followed by a gawking, rather offended Shinso.

Bakugo and Shinso once again tread up the hill side by side, but when they get up to the gate, it's different than it was mere days ago.

There's a large crowd of adults, seemingly reporters and camera men, bustling at the gate. Nothing seems to be too much of a problem, since the reporters can't get through due to courteous behavior, but by swarming the student entry point they also make themselves known.