A weird combo(Aizawa x Yamada)

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(Hiii this is my first story. English isn't my native language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. This will be a slow burn between this 2 characters The story won't go according to the actual story so there will be no spoilers or that's what I am planning for now :3. ENJOY🖤🖤🖤🖤)

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) and Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) were as different as night and day, yet they somehow found themselves intertwined in a connection that defied logic.

It all started years back, when they were both students at U.A. High School. Hizashi, with his blaring voice and boundless energy, was often the center of attention. He was loud, cheerful, and always ready to jump into any conversation—or any fight, for that matter. Meanwhile, Shota was the quiet one, with a dry sense of humor, who preferred observing from the shadows. The two young heroes-in-training sat next to each other in class, but in the beginning, they rarely exchanged more than a few words. Aizawa thought Hizashi was noisy and a bit reckless, while Hizashi found Aizawa too reserved and intense.

But one rainy afternoon after class, their paths crossed in a way that would change everything. Hizashi found Shota outside, quietly feeding a stray cat that had wandered near the school grounds. It was such an unexpected sight that Hizashi couldn’t resist approaching him.

“Aizawa, I didn’t know you liked cats!” Hizashi laughed, his voice echoing off the building. Aizawa barely glanced his way.

“I’m just giving it food. It looked hungry,” he mumbled, as if embarrassed.

After that, Hizashi made it a habit to join him whenever he was with the stray cat. Gradually, their conversations deepened. Hizashi’s upbeat nature started breaking through Aizawa’s walls, and Shota found himself opening up more than he ever thought he would. Over time, they became close friends. Hizashi was always there with a joke or a funny story, while Aizawa offered a steady, calming presence that helped balance Hizashi’s impulsive tendencies.

They grew up together, and their bond only strengthened as they both became pro heroes and started teaching at U.A. Despite their differences, they became a constant in each other’s lives. Hizashi knew Shota didn’t need grand gestures; he showed his affection in the small things, like saving an extra cup of coffee or staying behind to help clean up.
Years went by, and they settled into their roles as teachers at U.A. High School, their dynamic shifting as they matured but never really changing at its core. Hizashi became the exuberant and slightly eccentric "Present Mic," with a reputation for making even the quietest students smile, while Shota took on the role of "Eraser Head," the stoic, ever-watchful teacher whose no-nonsense approach commanded both respect and, occasionally, a bit of fear.

But even with their busy schedules, they found moments to reconnect. Sometimes, it was as simple as Hizashi dragging Aizawa out for late-night ramen or to try some new coffee shop he’d discovered. Other times, it was Aizawa, wordlessly passing Hizashi a thermos of coffee during early morning staff meetings or covering for him when Hizashi was out late after a particularly intense hero assignment. In these small gestures, they communicated their mutual support and appreciation without needing words. Hizashi, being naturally more expressive, tried once to thank Aizawa directly, only to be met with a gruff, “Don’t make it weird, Yamada.”Hizashi laughed off Aizawa’s response, but beneath his easygoing demeanor, his heart ached a little. He had always known that Aizawa preferred to keep things simple, free from the complications of emotional entanglements. Yet, Hizashi couldn’t help the feelings that had grown over the years—feelings that were impossible to ignore.

“Don’t make it weird, Yamada.” Those words lingered in his mind long after the conversation ended, echoing in a way that made his heart flutter and his stomach twist. It wasn’t just Aizawa’s usual gruffness that bothered him; it was the underlying fear of what his feelings could do to their friendship.

Hizashi cherished their bond and didn’t want to ruin it by revealing the depths of his feelings, but every shared moment felt charged with unspoken words. There were times when Aizawa would catch him looking a little too long, and for a fleeting moment, he could see a flicker of understanding in Aizawa’s eyes, as if he felt the same pull but was equally hesitant to act on it.

As days passed, the strain of keeping his feelings bottled up began to weigh heavily on Hizashi. He tried to maintain the lighthearted banter that characterized their friendship, but sometimes, he caught himself staring at Aizawa when he was deep in thought or when a rare smile graced his lips. The sight was intoxicating, but it also served as a painful reminder of how much he wanted to cross that unspoken line between friends and something more.

One evening, while they were sharing a late-night bowl of ramen, Hizashi felt the tension building. The air was thick with unsaid things, and he could see Aizawa’s brows furrowing in concentration, his eyes darting to the steam rising from his bowl.

“Shota,” Hizashi said suddenly, the name escaping his lips like a breath of air he had been holding. “Do you ever think about… us?”

Aizawa’s gaze shot up, and for a brief moment, surprise flickered across his face before he masked it with his usual stoicism. “What do you mean by ‘us’?”

Hizashi swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. “I mean, we’ve been through a lot together, right? We’re close. Like, really close. And I just—” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “Sometimes I wonder if you feel it too.”

Aizawa’s expression hardened slightly, and for a second, Hizashi feared he had crossed a line. “Feel what?” Aizawa’s voice was even, but there was a subtle tension in his shoulders that suggested he was grappling with something beneath the surface.

Hizashi leaned forward, feeling the weight of his heart in his chest. “This connection. This thing between us. I know you might think it’s just friendship, but—”

“It’s friendship, Yamada,” Aizawa interjected, his tone sharper than usual. “That’s all it is. I don’t want to complicate things.”

Hizashi felt his heart drop, disappointment crashing over him like a wave. “But what if we don’t have to complicate it? What if we just let things happen?”

“I’m not like you,” Aizawa replied, the quiet intensity of his gaze unyielding. “I don’t do relationships. I don’t want to mess this up. You mean too much to me...” The last part was supposed to be a though but the words just flew without any warning out of his mouth

Those words hung in the air, heavy and loaded. Hizashi felt a rush of warmth at Aizawa’s admission, but it also stung. “So, you’re saying we can’t even explore what this might be?”

Aizawa looked away, his expression shifting from fierce determination to something softer, more vulnerable. “I don’t want to lose you, Hizashi. That’s my fear.”

Hizashi’s heart swelled with affection, but he struggled to contain the sadness that followed. “You won’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere. You know that.”

“I know,” Aizawa admitted quietly. “But it’s easier to keep things as they are. It’s less risky.”

The tension between them was palpable, a storm of unspoken words swirling around them. Hizashi leaned back, feeling the frustration bubbling inside. “You don’t always have to play it safe, Shota. Life is too short for that. And you deserve to be happy.”

Aizawa sighed, the fight leaving his posture as he stared into his bowl of ramen. “Hizashi, I—” he began, but the words faltered, and he fell silent.

In that moment, Hizashi reached across the table, his hand covering Aizawa’s. The touch was tentative but firm, a grounding connection amidst the uncertainty. “Just think about it,” he urged softly. “I’m not asking for anything right now. Just… consider it.”

Aizawa looked up, his gaze meeting Hizashi’s, and for a moment, the walls around his heart seemed to crack just a little. “I’ll think about it,” he finally said, the promise lingering between them like an unlit spark waiting for a chance to ignite.

As they finished their meal in a comfortable silence, Hizashi couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. The line between friendship and something deeper remained blurred, but he knew he had planted a seed, and maybe—just maybe—one day it would blossom into something more.