MHA Stories i find on Ao3

Just trying to survive (and learning to love along the way)

By: Floorplay

          : Of Patrols and a Problem Child      Chapter Text

By 10pm on a cloudy Sunday night, Aizawa Shouta was already on his  way home after an uneventful evening patrolling the shadier part of  town. He didn't normally finish patrol this early, but tonight's date  night and he just wants to go home to his husband. They've had to cancel  the last four and if they have to cancel any more Hizashi will scream  so loudly that they'll be kicked out of yet another apartment building.

They  could technically postpone, but tonight is the last night before  returning to school, and Shouta needs one last free night before dealing  with the stress and paperwork of kicking one kid out of the hero course  and transferring another into it in the aftermath of the sports  festival.

Shouta is just pulling up Hizashi's contact to let him  know he's be home soon when his phone starts ringing, display flashing  Unknown Number. The only people who know his number are his fellow pro  heroes and the students in his homeroom, and Shouta knows for a fact  that less than half of his kids actually bothered to copy down his  number.

Shouta answers quickly, wanting to get whatever this is over with so he can make it home before the rain hits.

"Eraserhead."

"S-sensei?"

Of course it's the problem child.

"Problem  child? What is it." There's a worrying amount of silence on the other  end of the line. It lasts long enough that Shouta stops in his tracks  and pulls the phone away from his ear with a frown to check if he's  still connected.

He is.

"Midoriya? Kid, is everything alright?"

"Um  I thi- I think I n-need some help." Midoriya's voice is thick with  tears, tone bordering on fearful. He can't help the flash of worry he  feels at just how wrong his student sounds.

"Where are you right  now? Are you at home?" At this point, Shouta is already heading towards  his apartment, but there is the chance that something happened while he  was out. A villain attack maybe? He is pretty recognizable, especially  after the sports festival.

"No." And there's silence again. He  can't really go anywhere without a destination, so Shouta stops and  focuses on the sound of Midoriya breathing, the only indication he's  still on the line.

"Kid you need to tell me where you are so I can  help you." He doesn't have to force the sense of urgency in his tone,  trying to will the kid to speak.

"I- I'm at a payphone, across  f-from the 24hr s-sushi diner." That's nowhere near where Midoriya  lives. What on earth is he doing there?

"Alright, I know the one. I need you to stay on the line with me Midoriya. Keep talking. I don't care what it's about."

"I  c-can't sensei! There's n-not enough ti-." The line cuts out before he  can finish, and it has Shouta running faster than he was before. He  dials Hizashi as he moves, already feeling guilty about what he's about  to do.

"Shou I swear to god if you are cancelling date night again-" Shouta interrupts him before he can get any further.

"I need your help." Shouta puts as much urgency as he can into those four words, and clearly it gets through.

"What  happened? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come get you?" God he loves  Hizashi. One sentence and he's ready to drop everything for him.

"No and yes. I'm not the one that's hurt. Midoriya called and I need you to meet me by the diner on 14th."