In The End: We All Are The Same // Erasermic

Chapter 5. Foreign Feelings

“Poor bug, don’t go too hard on them?”, Aizawa commented, on Eri testing her quirk out on a bunch of little insects. And even if he had promised her to already start the day after he had promised it to All Might, there had been things such as further visits at Central Hospital together with Hizashi in order to investigate in the case of Kurogiri, that hindered him from starting to train Eri.
Ochaco, hiding somewhere behind the couch, watched from afar and took some videos of her progress.
“Come on, it’s just insects, and they are in a glass box, they won’t appear in your bed tonight!”, Tsuyu mocked her classmate in a friendly way and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Guys, she needs to concentrate.”, Aizawa reminded them to which an apology from the three of them followed, when suddenly the door was kicked open and Mirio walked in, dragging Takami after him. All out of his breath, he apologized for interrupting them like this all of a sudden.
“Seat yourself and tell me what’s going on.”, the teacher said and pointed to the sofa across the one they were already sitting on.

The blond took a deep breath.
“Bubble Girl, I talked to her and she was friendly enough to let us know about the situation at the commission and the agencies. Endeavor plans a raid to storm Jaku General hospital…she sadly didn’t tell me why exactly they want to be there.”
But Aizawa didn’t need him to speak it out, he already knew that Doctor Garaki was the current board chairman of the hospital…and this was all about the story of Kurogiri and the Nomu.
“When?”, he asked.
“I’m not sure, but he’ll announce it to all of us soon enough. I just felt the need to tell you, as I want to be of help. But due to past situations, I lost my quirk…and…this may be a lot I ask, but is there a chance we could let Eri try to bring my Quirk back.”

Aizawa thought back on the evolvement she had made since the last time she had used her quirk. And thought about that for a moment before he gave Eri a sign with his hand to try.
All of them curiously stared at the little girl, looking up to the tall blond in front of her, waiting for her to start.
The shimmer of proudness in the teacher’s eyes, as she started and proceeded to successfully fulfill her job, the disbelieving look in the others’ faces…none of them had actually believed in this happening that soon.
Tamaki stared at his friend, eyes widened, mouth falling open.
“Did, did it really work?”, he asked.
“Feels like it did…”, the blond replied and looked down at the little girl in front of him.

“This is a huge step in her evolvement…I actually thought this would take longer to fully work…?”, Aizawa muttered, a hand at his chin, “good job Eri…”
She started jumping up and down, laughing, throwing her hands up in the air, although she still felt tired after this procedure.
All, including the five students cheered, still in disbelieve. But all Aizawa could do was stare…was this the first real step…and could she in the end maybe be able to…no, he shouldn’t think of this, and he shouldn’t make her believe that she was supposed to ever be able to bring a dead person back. As far as they knew, he quirk was only able to revive something in someone that was still alive.

And suddenly, the time had passed without him realizing. A raid, maybe this was his only chance to take revenge on Garaki for what he had done to Oboro…He knew, he had to inform Hizashi, not only that, but also because he wanted to tell him about Eri’s success.
7pm, and the sun was already setting. Outside, a cool wind drove through his hair. His eyes were dry and his thoughts a circling mess. He was, after all, quite excited to finally spend an evening just under friends with the other hero. But on the other hand, Hizashi was like a therapist, he could tell him the most stupid shit and he would understand it. Maybe it was because they had been spending more than half of their lives together, maybe it just was because no matter how different they appeared, their minds seemed to be the exact same.
A slight smile washed over the raven-haired man’s lips, they were a mess, but a mess that worked quite well with one another. An unequal duo, once trio. And no matter how different Aizawa was from them, he had never had the feeling of being the third wheel.