Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 6

Canon-ly, pro rescue hero Thirteen has no specified gender. I will be calling Them gender neutral pronouns from then on.

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"Hahhh! He's cute!"

Sero grinned back at the bright smile Izuku gave him, inwardly screeching on his his cheeks puffed up like a rabbit's.

"Oi. Keep it down, Fuckheads."

The attention turned to Bakugou, who had his head resting back on the green plastic seats of the bus, evidently uncomfortable on them. He had his scowl on his face, but his words lacked the usual bite in them.
"Kero," Tsuyu croaked, looking at Bakugou with her usual unsettling, prying eyes. "At this rate, the kid is going to be scared of you."

"So be it! Look, I won't give a single flying fuck-!"

Momo frowned at his behavior, covering Izuku's ears as Bakugou let out more of his vile language, criticizing the whole class for being soft to a random stray. She didn't despise Bakugou. She actually admires his strong will and stubbornness, even though he's bad at cooperation during training sessions where you have to team up. He has his own goals, which he could very well achieve with his flashy and powerful quirk, compared to her "creation" power.
But still, his prideful attitude could get out of hand sometimes, dragging the whole class down with him when they get punished by Aizawa-sensei for what he did, because they didn't stop him from doing harm. But how would they? Even Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari were cautious around him if his temper goes down hill. How would they stop him if they were.. to put it simply, scared?

"Bakugou," Iida's voice cut through her thoughts, watching the class Rep push up his glasses in a stern way, reflecting the light outside from the window. "That's enough."
He had a stoic face on, showing that he was actually serious. Bakugou though, smirked widely, his explosions popping in his hands in a threatening manner. "Shut it, Private school." His voice was dangerously low now, and the whole class winced at the familiar tone.
Kaminari felt as if his quirk had crawled down his spine, making him shiver from.. Fear?.

Before Bakugou could get up, Aizawa turned around, his quirk flaring as his eyes flashed red. The scarf on his neck floating idly and caressing the air.
"Bakugou," Momo's eyes caught his hair floating around subtly as Aizawa grit in teeth out of impatience.
"Sit. Down."

Katsuki froze up, right eye twitching. Shouta just watched him in tense silence, and the class was the the edge of their seats, waiting to pounce just in case Bakugou attacked the teacher. He wasn't that stupid, right?

But before anyone could do anything, a small feeble voice murmured, "Shouta-Senpai?.."

Attention landed on the kid, sitting between Shouji and Mina.
His eyes were wide, staring at Aizawa with a naive glint in them. The whole class, even Bakugou, froze up as he reached his arms out in a simple "up" manner. It was quiet. A tense silence as if there was going to be someone ambushing them.

Aizawa's quirk immediately vanished, his black locks falling to his sides along with the scarf.
Bakugou's grip tightened around the pole, the one you use so you won't slip when the bus is moving. A subtle dent formed when he saw Aizawa's eyes soften ever so slightly. He wasn't dense. And now, because of that, he knows that even the teacher had grown a weakness to that little Deku.

The atmosphere's pressure elevated completely when Shouta got up from his seat, trudging down the small step that separated the front and middle of the vehicle, and stood in front of Izuku, studying him.
Shouji and Mina tensed, uncomfortable from being right in the "splash zone" of Aizawa's natural glare.
Izuku giggles as he got picked up by the reluctant homeroom teacher, who cradled him in his arms before trotting back to his seat. Izuku sat on Aizawa's lap, hugging his arm as Shouta let out a grunt of passiveness, absentmindedly messing with Izuku's green curls.

Everyone was dumbfounded at the public show of affection Aizawa displayed to Izuku, comfortingly patting his hair down with his right hand. It was only a slight bit of him showing care, and yet his students were still shocked at it.

He wasn't surprised. He had a cold, sadistic, and overall strict outer shell, pushing students to their limits on physical exercises or whatnot. But hey, he was still as human as everyone else.
(It was something he used as an excuse every time he showed compassion. He told himself that.)

After a moment, the bus slowed to a stop, steam wheezing out of the exhaust, and Shouta took this opportunity to lazily get up, Izuku tucked in his right arm like some sort of duffel bag as he faced the class.

"We're here," He deadpanned.

"Welcome to USJ."

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"BROO! ITS JUST LIKE A THEME PARK!"

"Yeah! Like the Universal Studios here in Japan!"

While the children gaped at the size of the rescue training center, marveling at the great architectural achievement, thirteen chuckled at the little bundle in Aizawa's arms.

"You've got your hands full, huh, EraserHead?"

Thirteen's robotic and 'choppy' voice (which sounded it came from a radio) seemed to have quickly caught the attention of Izuku, whose head popped up from the grey bandage looking scarf Aizawa had wrapped around his neck. He had buried his face in there hoping for a peaceful nap.

Thirteen was greeted with a purely happy smile, and even if they couldn't return it, they still made an effort to.
The warm, glistening emerald eyes mildly caught them off-guard.

Aizawa shrugged, uncaring as usual. "His name's Izuku."

Thirteen turned to the future-heroes, scanning their faces and taking in their thunder-struck looks to see 'the' Pro Rescue Hero in front of them. Pride blossomed in their chest at the sight of one of the best classes in U.A.'s history.

"It's great to see that our future will be in good hands- otherwise known as yours. I have seen your records, on how powerful each and every one of you are. I am happy because you chose the path of a hero. Being a Hero doesn't simply mean beating the bad guys."
Thirteen paused. "It means you're also going to have the safety of civilians on your very shoulders. You need to learn how to rescue, strategize, and work in partners. That is the reason why USJ was constructed; to teach and train all of you on how to use your quirks for not only attack, but rescue as well.

Remember, your powers are not meant to inflict to harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you're meant to help people."

The class was silent, still gaping like a fish out of water at the rescue Hero. Right after, a series of applause tore through the crowd, making Thirteen chuckle.

"Bravo!"

"That was so manly!"

He subtly turned to Aizawa. "All Might?" Shouta questioned, but Thirteen replied with a shake of his head, bringing out three fingers. "He's reaches his limit."

As Thirteen waited for the class to calm the excited chattering, he heard a soft murmur.
Turning to the kid in Aizawa's arms, they found him to be looking at Thirteen with glassy eyes, the spark no longer there before his head snapped back up. He looked mildly frightened, but overall kept a relaxed posture.

"Shouta-Senpai." The kid's tone of voice sounded sharper, much more demanding. The immediate change made Aizawa furrow his eyebrows. "What is it, problem child?" Thirteen slightly flinched at the nickname. Was this really what EraserHead called the child? Then again, he used his first name so they must be close.

"Put me down."

Shouta complied wordlessly, untangling Izuku from his scarf, bending down, and letting Izuku hop off.
Izuku just stood there, small frame in the comically baggy clothes he wore.

"What is it?"

Izuku hummed, acknowledging Aizawa's question before turning to them with an unsettling smile. It was.. Almost gleeful.
Both Pro Heroes instantly felt as if something was off from the way the kid fidgeted. Izuku looked up at them both, before announcing in a monotone voice,

"Villains are coming."