Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 10

I GOT LET OFF EARLY FROM MY PUNISHMENT-
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"AIZAWAAA- where are the keys to open this!?"

Present Mic dramatically pointed at the doorknob to enter his apartment, pinky and pointy finger extended (it was an American sign he learned that apparently means "rock on".)

Shouta sighed, rolling his eyes at the usual dramatic display of excitement while Nemuri, the R-Rated hero chuckled with an amused beside him, carrying a sleeping Izuku.

They have volunteered (against Aizawa's will) to assist him, considering he broke his arms and his face. Plus, he had a child to take care of. He had gotten discharged earlier than expected; making him leave the hospital wing at ten-thirty in the night (he is aware of the consequences; like being yelled at by Recovery Girl). He doesn't know how to heal so fast, but he guesses it was from the sheer spite that drove his body to recover

He was warned to take it easy by colleagues and students alike, but did he pay any fucks? No. He was going to get the fuck home (away from that damned hospital that smells like alcohol), take a bath, and get a good sleep before he trains his danger-magnet students tomorrow.

(he received two get well letters from Asui Tsuyu and Iida Tenya, both with degrees of respect. Iida's was just him being thankful for him sacrificing himself to save them, and Asui's was practically just a list on what to do while you're practically crippled. Which included staying in bed. He was secretly flattered from the genuine concern.)

"In my work bag. Pocket to the right," he grunted, face still as deadpanned as ever even under all those bandages. Mic let out a hearty (and unnecessary) laugh, trotting over to them until he was across Shouta, flinging his arm out as if he was going to hit him.

Instead, he just aggressively grabbed the work bag, unzipped it, shoved his hand through it (that most likely crumpled important work papers) and shuffled his hand around as if he was looking for a needle in a hay bale before fishing out silver glinting house keys.

"LEEEETTTSSSSSS GOOOO-"

"Just be quiet."

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"Thank you, Nemuri-san. Hizashi-kun." He nodded in their direction, standing by the doorway as he blocked the path in.

He had a look of reluctance in his face, which was possibly from the thought of letting his colleagues into his house. He still had the shattered porcelain on the floor; the tiny bits and pieces probably still there. It would be shameful for them to see such a mess.

Nemuri stopped by the porch, still carrying Izuku in her arms, his head hidden in the blanket wrapped around him as he shivered from the thin hospital clothes he was in; the only defense from the chilly winds at night.
The clothes he had on back at USJ was stained with Shouta's blood; barely salvageable from the large rips on it as well.

The kid hasn't eaten all day, he reminded himself, even though a bit of guilt made it's way in his heart. The boy looked so peaceful; and the day was already stressful enough. It was too much for a four year old to handle. Still. He came down to a decision.
"Nemuri," he paused, catching her attention. "Wake him up. He can't go to sleep with an empty stomach."

"Aizawa you.." Hizashi's voice trailed off, disbelief on his features as his jaw hung slack. Nemuri looked stunned as well.

He suddenly felt low key self conscious but he simply raised an eyebrow even thought no one could see it under the bandages. He uncomfortably shifted his feet at his colleagues' dumbfounded looks.

"YOU CARE!!"

"No shit."

Aizawa sighed, shoulders relaxing. Nemuri giggled lightly, tone full of thought while Hizashi let out an obnoxious "whoop" which was probably something he got from America. Nemuri nodded in compliance though, not forgetting to wake Izuku up. "Hey kid. Kid. You're home."

Midoriya opened his eyes, the moonlight reflecting on the surface making it seem like they was shining brightly. As if on instinct, Izuku called out the first thing that entered his mind. "Shouta-Senpai..?" He head lifted, wincing at the fuzzy feeling at the back of his head. (He was lucky, Aizawa reminded himself. That even if Izuku fell about thirty feet- courtesy of the Nomu flinging him up in the air and almost making him throw up- the kid didn't sustain any major injuries.)

Problem child's eyes looked up at Nemuri, seeing her hovering closely to him like a hawk paying attention to insignificant prey. Her eyes were boring holes into him. He didn't like it..

"It's a relief that you're all safe."

"..."

Shouta's eyes blazed red, hair lifting up as Present Mic immediately took a fighting stance. Nemuri assumed the fighting pose as well. Shouta realizes that the voice came from nobody in the group; too deep and rough for anyone's voice.

He looked around vigilantly, neighboring houses having their lights shut off, the cold feeling of the bitter howling wind, and the sudden tense aura around them all added to this eerie feeling of being watched.

He felt his gut twist.

Nemuri's breath hitched as her whole body fell rigid, the cold somehow increasing at a rapid pace that even Mic's breath came out as steam. Her hero costume didn't do good in the biting cold. Even the leather jacket Mic had in the suddenly lowered temperatures threatened him to come out with a case of frostbite.

A figure materialized in front of the gates separating the streets from his house, casting a solid shadow that seemed thrice as big than the normal measures.

Shouta immediately fixed his red eyes at the humanoid form, which was taking it's time to take shape.

He can't even describe it.

Kind of like if a black hole had been cut into a human shape; enough to fit a 5'9 man, it would be the thing in front of them.

Hizashi (bless his vigilant heart) had opened his mouth, readying his quirk if things got messy while Nemuri stood back, quickly understanding that if she uses her quirk, Shouta and Mic will be affected by the fumes. "Oi, don't get your panties in a twist." Shouta almost choked at the once "terrifyingly deep" voice get reduced to an angsty and unmistakably edgy tone. In the mass of darkness, two blazing bright purple eyes appeared to what seems like it's head.

"I'm not gonna attack you," the thing huffed trying to assure the weary adults, his body stepped forward- -'he's going to bang into the gate,' Hizashi almost snorted- until the unidentifiable teenager dazed trough it, the metal barricade "slicing" through him before he halted, making no moves to alert them.

...

He stopped right in the moonlight. What a fucking drama Queen.

The first thing that caught their eyes were the blazing red hairs on his head that seemed to reach his tailbone. It was tied in a tight, neat ponytail that almost made it look like it hurt. His sharp purple eyes scanned his audience, scrutiny in his gaze that made Shouta growl out of the cockiness of this bastard.
His attire consisted of a tank top, shorts and...
What. The. Fuck.

Hizashi and Midnight couldn't believe it as Nemuri spoke up first with an entirely dumbfounded expression. Her jaw might as well fall off.
"A.. Are you wearing... Socks with sandals..?"