Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 2

Things to remember:
Class 1-A are all fifteen year olds, and they don't have Izuku as their classmate. All Might/Toshinori Yagi is still looking for a successor. He thought Bakugou would deem fit for the job, but his prideful attitude made him think otherwise. He still can't decide on a successor. Obviously, Todoroki can't, considering Endeavor is his father.
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"It's so good Aizawa-Senpai!," Izuku cheered, a giddy smile on his face as he finished the rest of his bowl, carefully eating so he won't spill any of the soup on the counter.
His cheeks puffed out as he chewed, reminding Shouta of a chipmunk. He felt himself being pleased from the fact that the kid liked his cooking; going so far to praise him.

As the kid ate, he sat comfortably on the pillows, staring at his empty porcelain bowl, thinking back to the text he received while they were dining.
Nedzu texted him (he wonders 'how was he able to do so?', since the pads on his paws were certainly making it hard to type a simple sentence.) that he had to go to work and won't excuse him from being late. Reportedly, Midnight was tired of covering his class for him, which he perfectly understands. Sometimes, (he means every day) his class could be such a pain. They all attract danger like strong magnets; as if they were natural villain-trappers. His class was, simply put, 'wild.'

But what was he going to do with Izuku? He can't leave the kid here. No matter how well behaved the kid was, he doesn't like to take any risks. Nedzu did say that he was "special", further trusting Shouta to take care of him. So, he came up with the most logical answer, (although it may not work out.) he was going to bring Izuku to work tomorrow.

"Ah.. Aizawa-Kun.." Shouta looked at the kid across the table, not the least bit surprised to find his eyes half-shut, threatening to fully close. He looked exhausted, body slouched down as he sleepily looked at his empty bowl of soup. For a kid, he could sure eat a lot. He looked at him with a gentle expression, heart pounding in his ribs on how cute he was.

His class was right.

He was getting soft.

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He dried his hair from the shower, fitting a black loose tank top on himself and a pair of basketball shorts. I mean, could anyone blame him? It was sweltering hot these nights, and plus, he wears all black at day when he trains his students, along with his choice of weapon; his scarf.
Grabbing his brush, he glared at himself in the mirror as he ran it through his hair. Should he cut it? It won't hurt to try, right? He snorted. Fuck no. Like hell he will. He turned to the bed, tossing the brush aside as he looked at the small, sleeping figure on his bed, a blanket covering it so green, sprawled our curls were visible.

His normal agitated frown twitched up to a short smile.

Izuku has insisted to sleeping beside Shouta, mostly by hanging onto his leg until he agreed.

He sat on the bed, careful not to disturb his peaceful sleep as he pushed the sheets aside. He observed Izuku more, noticing how thin the kid was. He wasn't malnourished, but he was close to that. How was the orphanage even resting the kids?
He didn't look exactly like a toothpick to be easily snapped in half, nor did he look strong. Somewhat average?
He snapped out of the trance, realizing he had been hovering over the kid for over three minutes. Embarrassed, he laid down beside him, body curving awkwardly so he won't crush the kid under him from his weight.

He took in a breath, the smell of roses and vanilla made him smile now; since the scent has toned down a bit. He felt at peace for once.

"Night 'zuku."

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The alarm instantly wanted him to rip his hair out. God, why, oh why did he take up the responsibility of being a damn teacher??

He got up, groaning as he somberly slouched, immediately noticing the thin layer of sweat covering his body. It was too fucking hot. Ripping the covers off of him, he immediate sense of relief from the fresh air made him inhale.
He felt strangely energized, like someone had just pumped a series of
adrenaline shots in his veins.
His body, most specifically his waist, felt sore from sleeping in the wrong position; which was caused by...

SHIT.

THE KID.

Shouta whipped his head around, looking at the empty spot next to him that Izuku was supposed to be filling in. Goddammit! Where did that brat go now? Panic almost overwhelmed him, kicking the covers away as he harshly blinked the soreness of his eyes away. He glanced at the clock, hurriedly getting up as he felt the wave of dizziness hit him.

5:53 am.

He had set the time early; so he could prepare both him and Izuku. Just his luck that the child was missing now. He huffed, bolting out his bedroom door, slamming it shut out of frustration as he jogged downstairs.
His mind was racing.

Where in the HELL could he have gone? Outside? He swore he locked the door last night. Kitchen? Might as well check. He made up his mind, walking into the kitchen as calmly as possible. But, he raised an eyebrow at the sight before him.

What the..

Izuku was standing in the middle of the kitchen, back turned away from Shouta, his head tilted up as if he was looking at someone taller than him. Unsettling murmuring from the kid made a cold feeling slide down his back. He.. He looked like he was talking to someone. Not only that; his kitchen has become practically freezing, as if they were inside a refrigerator. And it was literally burning hot a while ago.

Izuku chatted freely, eyes devoid of emotion as his words were mumbled and hushed, as if he was trying not to disturb the "sleeping" Aizawa.

Shouta froze, unsure of what to do. This.. This was freaky as fuck. Sure, he has seen some fucked up things before, but this takes a spot on his top ten. Looking at Izuku, he suddenly grew impatient. "Kid," He started. "Could you hear me?"
Izuku's movements all together stopped, eyes blank as he stilled. Shouta felt the unknown feeling of dread claw at his stomach, sending it into twists and turns; as if someone was gutting him like a fish.
Izuku turned around, eyes flickering from a hint of red, to lavender, to finally deep green. His hair swayed in motion, as if wind blew and tussled through his hair, bending like blades of grass in the wind.

And, Aizawa saw it. He saw the power bubbling in the depths of those green eyes. The energy crackling around his body, his meek stature completely doing a 180 on him; turning him into someone who looked.. Confident wasn't the word.

Prideful fit the description, though.o
His eyes fluttered a bit, before finally fixating on Aizawa. Shouta froze, preparing himself to use his quirk if it gets out of hand. In a tense fighting stance, he wondered how much it'll guilt trip him to maul a kid over.
Probably not a good feeling.

He waited for any kind of movement or impact. But Izuku looked completely calm in this situation, the darkness around him caressing his hair as shadows licked his body. His mouth was turned into a thin smile, not lacking any of the brightness. He stared at Shouta momentarily, looking calculative.

But nothing came.

"Aizawa-Senpai.. Hell says hi."