Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xxxii. Mist pt. I

Mayhaps we drift from the canon plot, who knows — because I sure don't. Going off of vibes and vibes alone. And honestly, I'm also open to the idea of request chapters within this story. Spice it up, a little variety. So uh, if you have a certain idea, I'm all ears. The request chapters would be like one shots within the same universe and same characters (Lightbringer and Eraserhead, potentially other things), but not necessarily canon to the events of this story, depending. Anywho, to everyone who's stuck around throughout this book, it is really appreciated and I'm glad you're still here:)
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Another sunny day, and another day of Lightbringer being at the hospital. The norm as of late.

Aizawa was pacing back and forth as he looked at the woman, who was otherwise physically fine outside of the bandage wrapped cocked around her head and covering her right eye. It pained him, but he knew that what Endeavor did was necessary. The Number One himself had also been treated for injury, but was in better shape than her — in terms of consciousness at least.

His mind was wrecked.

But for Aizawa, that wasn't the main concern, though he was a little worried about the man.

"Gods, it's like you're a main character or something, can things just be nice for a few days?" Aizawa spoke with a sigh as he sat in the chair next to her hospital bed and combed his fingers through his hair, "Even main characters get breaks for the sake of side character progression and all that shit, what about the side plot? The main cast needs a rest."

A knock at the door.

"Aizawa Sensei, are you in there? Can we come in?" That voice belonged to Ochaco Uraraka. The male pondered the we part of her question, wondering who else could plausibly be with her. Outside of Midoriya maybe.

"How many of you are there?" He prompted, though he knew no matter what he'd allow them in.

"Myself, Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kaminari."  Admittedly, he was glad to know it was a smaller group, even if the inclusion of Bakugou was mildly worrisome. She's unconscious... it shouldn't cause anything. And even if so... she knows now. While most of his thoughts were true, the underlying concern of her mental upon the chance of awaking, was dreading.

"Come in," he announced, the door opening slowly as the identified students made their way in. 

"How is she?" Asked Midoriya and Uraraka, while Kaminari looked devastated. Bakugou remained silent. 

Observing. Cautious.

"As well as you can expect." He answered truthfully. "Until she's awake, the extent of the... situation... is unknown. You four probably shouldn't be here in all reality. While I, and I'm sure she, appreciate you checking in, what's happening is fickle."

All of the students were quiet, just in different formats.

While Midoriya and Uraraka were quiet in the somber sense, with a shared feeling of worry and concern, Kaminari's silence held fear.

Bakugou's silence was the same as when he walked in— observing and cautious. He was worried, yes, but upheld his other feelings foremost, and for good reason.

Being attacked by a mind controlled Hero who was still very much not fully in control, left an indescribable uncertainty. He shouldn't even be there, really. Her mind, as Aizawa had spoken already, was as fickle as the whole situation. With Bakugou being at the center of her time while puppeteered, his voice, even his presence could stir something. 

Her brain was mush enough, her pot of a skull did not need anymore stirring. 

Aizawa could tell the boy knew this, could see what he thought written clearly on his face. He was smart, all of them were. The teacher wondered if that's why he'd stayed completely silent, despite the curiosities he must've had, or else he wouldn't have tagged along with the bone breaker, gravity ignorer, and fried electric cord.