A weird combo(Aizawa x Yamada)

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The following day, Hizashi arrived at U.A. feeling lighter than he had in years. The tension that had clouded their relationship for so long had finally begun to lift, replaced with a sense of promise. But he knew this wouldn’t be easy for Shota—expressing emotions had never been his strong suit, let alone navigating a relationship. Hizashi was determined to go at Shota's pace, not wanting to rush him into anything he wasn’t ready for.

When he arrived in the staff room, Hizashi spotted Aizawa sitting at his desk, poring over a stack of papers. Shota’s usual focus was there, but Hizashi noticed the slightest flicker of nerves in the way Aizawa held his pen, tapping it softly on the desk as if lost in thought. Hizashi couldn't help but smile at the sight.

“Hey, morning, Shota!” he said brightly, plopping down in the seat beside him. Aizawa’s gaze darted to him, a subtle flash of something crossing his eyes before he masked it with a grunt.

“Morning,” Aizawa replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as usual, but there was an unmistakable stiffness in his voice. He seemed hyper-aware of Hizashi’s presence beside him, his gaze flickering between his papers and the wall, anywhere but directly at Hizashi.

The silence stretched on for a few seconds, and Hizashi realized this was one of those moments where Aizawa was probably wrestling with himself. He decided to give him a gentle push. “So… you ready for another day of teaching that class of yours?” Hizashi teased lightly, hoping to ease the tension.

“Unfortunately” Aizawa replied nonchalantly, as if he was trying to appear completely at ease.
As Aizawa’s voice trailed off, Hizashi leaned back, grinning as if he hadn't just laid out a line of bait. “Come on, you know you secretly love those kids. Admit it!”

Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Love isn’t the word I’d use. More like... tolerate.” His tone was dry as ever, but the faintest smirk betrayed him. He shifted in his chair, purposefully avoiding Hizashi’s gaze but not pulling away entirely.

Hizashi noticed the brief hint of amusement and pounced on it. “Tolerate, huh?” he quipped, leaning in just a little closer, testing Aizawa’s boundaries as he always did. “Pretty sure I’ve seen you go above and beyond for that ‘tolerance’ of yours, you know. Like covering for Midoriya’s latest antics or keeping Bakugo from blowing up the cafeteria.”

Aizawa exhaled sharply, half-sigh, half-scoff. “It’s my job. Nothing more.” His eyes flicked briefly to Hizashi’s before darting back to the papers on his desk. “Not everyone thinks they need to turn every moment into some grand gesture,” he added, voice dripping with sarcasm. It was typical Aizawa—cutting, dismissive, and yet Hizashi had learned to read the layers beneath.

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile on his face. “It’s called being expressive, Shota. Maybe you should try it sometime.” He laughed, not missing the irritated twitch in Aizawa’s jaw.

Later that afternoon, as they wrapped up their individual classes, Hizashi managed to catch Aizawa again in the hall. This time, he kept his tone light, casual, as though their conversation from the night before wasn’t still lingering between them. “So… ramen again tonight?” he asked, nudging Aizawa with his elbow.

Aizawa raised a brow, barely reacting to the physical contact, though his look seemed to linger a fraction too long. “Are you trying to make this a thing?”

Hizashi shrugged. “What can I say? The place makes killer ramen. Plus…” He hesitated, glancing sideways. “It’s good company.”

Aizawa’s gaze held his, a brief flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes before he masked it again. “Fine. But only because you’re paying.”

Hizashi’s grin widened, and he gave a mock salute. “It’s a date, then!” He waited for Aizawa’s reaction, expecting another dismissive grunt or an eye roll.

Instead, Aizawa just shrugged as he walked past. “Call it whatever you want. I just want ramen.”

Watching him walk away, Hizashi couldn’t help the amused chuckle that escaped. It wasn’t easy getting Aizawa to open up, to take those tiny steps out of his comfort zone, but there was progress in the smallest ways.

Later that evening, they found themselves at the familiar ramen shop again, sitting at their usual spot by the window. The bustling sounds of clinking bowls and murmured conversations filled the air as the aroma of miso and freshly made noodles surrounded them. Hizashi, as usual, dove right in with his usual enthusiasm.

“Alright, alright, so listen to this one,” Hizashi started, grinning as he picked up his chopsticks. “Do you remember that time I got called in to do an endorsement for that superhero energy drink company?”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, slurping his noodles with his typical calm demeanor. “You mean the one where you somehow managed to scream so loud during the shoot that the cameras shook?”

Hizashi laughed, his voice carrying above the noise of the restaurant. “Yes! The producer had to keep reshooting because I was ‘too intense,’ apparently! I ended up downing like four cans, and I swear I was vibrating for the rest of the day. Pretty sure I could’ve run from here to Musutafu in five minutes if I wanted to.”

Aizawa smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I remember seeing you after that. You looked like you were about to combust. I was actually kind of hoping you would, just to teach you a lesson.”

Hizashi chuckled and leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Oh, come on! You have to admit, life would be way less interesting if I wasn’t around to add a little chaos.”

“Or way more peaceful,” Aizawa replied with a shrug, though his lips twitched in amusement.

Hizashi rolled his eyes and took another bite of his ramen. “Fine, Mr. Stoic. But don’t pretend you don’t have your own embarrassing stories.”

Aizawa looked at him, deadpan. “I don’t do embarrassing things.”

“Yeah, right! What about that time you fell asleep in the staff room and the kids put stickers all over your face?”

Aizawa’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he quickly regained his composure. “They only got away with it because I was exhausted. And I dealt with them after, believe me.”

Hizashi laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, I bet. I heard Kaminari was convinced he was going to fail your class for the rest of the semester.”

“Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong,” Aizawa replied, but the hint of a smile lingered on his face.

They continued like this, swapping silly stories back and forth, Hizashi talking animatedly while Aizawa responded with his dry wit.

As they finished their ramen, Hizashi leaned back, satisfied. “You know, Shota, it’s nice seeing you actually relax. I mean, I get it’s not your thing, but every once in a while... it’s good for you.”

Aizawa glanced at him, his usual guarded expression softer than usual. “Yeah, maybe,” he said quietly. Then, in a tone so low that Hizashi almost missed it, he added, “I guess it’s easier with you around.”

Hizashi smiled, feeling warmth spread through him at Aizawa’s subtle admission. “Glad to be of service, Mr. Eraser Head.”

Aizawa scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don't make me regret coming Yamada”

Hizashi chuckled "Got it Mr Aizawa"

Aizawa rolled his eyes but couldn't but smile faintly.

(Give me ideas guys, I really need them, I am at a writer's block) Thank you for reading it so far it makes me really happy :3