Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 11

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A while back, all four of them were in tense silence, standing in the cold as this stranger phased through a gate and proceeded to claim that he didn't mean harm.

And now they were all sitting in the dining room, cups of tea in their hands along with platters full of bright, pink mochi that was supposedly Izuku's favorite snack. Along with the cheery aura around all of them- except Shouta of course. He was still weary of the stranger appearing out of nowhere.

"-anyway, I'll cut to the chase." The teen (Shouta realizes that he has never given a name and damns himself to the fact he freely gave information about themselves without knowing anything about the stranger) said, setting down his cup of classic green tea with a thunk. His face showed passiveness; and much to everyone's dismay, he was practically unreadable.

Nemuri, who sat beside Hizashi nodded while Mic eagerly hummed for him to continue. Shouta nodded, looking at the sleeping Izuku in the couch.

He wonders.. The kid probably fell asleep in Nemuri's arms while they were with the other kid. It was strange; his energy practically dissipated into thin air as the purple eyed teen appeared.

According to Midnight, though, he passed out from exhaustion due to the little stunt he pulled at USJ, exerting a four year old's body to it's limits and endangering his own health. He probably had a "battery" like he thought, since a lot of quirks are energy based, it will be to no surprise if he used his stamina to create a portal between.. Realms.
(He was still tripping out from the fact the kid could summon Demons.)

Aizawa looked at the teen's direction, latching onto the purple-green hues in his eyes-... Wait.

"Weren't your eyes purple before?," he observed the slight twitch the teen gave at the mention of it.

Nemuri and Hizashi looked at him before nodding in agreement.

Green specks flickered and danced around the once solid purple color. "..Yeah," The teen nodded reluctantly, a hint of edge on his voice.

"I suppose. I just stole this identity, after all."

Nemuri coughed, choking on her tea as flecks of it poured onto the table. Her eyes widened in alarm but Shouta already beat her through it.

"You what?" His voice was dangerously low as if meant to threaten him. He readied his scarf again, more than happy to capture this thing. Hizashi just frowned as the teen shrugged. "Saw a guy and took the opportunity to snatch his looks, I guess. I'll turn back." He added the last part quickly as Shouta growled.

The teen lifted his hands as if to say; "I give up" before his pale skin literally broke away, cracks appearing all over his body and snaking around.
It twisted around his neck, cobweb shaped crevices form along his cheeks before they broke off; like porcelain as they gave a shattering noise as the pieces fell on the floor.

Half of his face has "dissolved" already, familiar green eyes shining as his hair; instead of the fiery red was replaced with lush, dark green.
It was like the disguise was just another layer.

Freckles appeared on his cheeks as the "outer shell" fell apart.

...

I.. Izuku?

Holy shit.

Shouta's eyes widened as the teen suddenly looks like an older version of Izuku. His baby cheeks were gone; replaced by a formed jaw. His eyes were smaller; looking more stressed than Aizawa (or he just out on a raging amount of eyeliner).
"Izuku's" hair was parted neatly, shiny black clips holding both sides back. The green in his eyes still had it's brilliant shine like the younger version. His shoulders were wider too, stature even more confident than the original. Most surprising thing of all, he looked absolutely ripped.