Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 20

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"Aizawa-Kun, What are we doing in the backyard?"

"Training, of course."

Aizawa said, looking at him with his signature deadpan expression, digging his heel into the ground. He then proceeded to scrape a circle in the grass, digging up the dirt to form it before he formed a decent sized one which fit him.

He kicked away the fresh dirt, standing square in the middle of the circle as he slightly cringed at the ground staining his dirty black shoes. Izuku looked at him with an interested expression, standing about 50 meters away from him.

They both stood in Shouta's backyard- which was fairly big enough to hold at least sixty people doing a cookout.

It had a lot of space and overgrown grass that Shouta decided to maybe mow later. He wore his capture gear- the thick, heavy bandages acting like a scarf- around his neck, along with his black clothing for the hell of it. It would look weird to use his capture gear without his hero costume.

"So," Aizawa hummed, standing the dirt circle that was fifteen meters across. He lazily shoved his hands in his pockets, lifting his head up to grin lopsidedly at Izuku- who stood there with a confused expression as he shuffled his feet.
"Aizawa-Kun, what are we?-"

"Just try and dodge, 'Zuku," Aizawa smirked before the scarf's tendril shot out like a tentacle- aiming for Izuku's left ankle. Its goal was to trip him and maybe immobilize him to give the kid a feeling of Aizawa's training, which he was about to get.

Midoriya yelped, bright green eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he jumps to the right and tripped- but Aizawa gave him no time to recover. The other end twisted in the air like a ribbon, shooting out to hook around his waist to prevent him from falling.

So the kid just awkwardly hung sideways, blinking dazedly. "S-Shouta-" "Don't worry kid," Aizawa grinned at the sight. "We'll have all day working on that. After all, it's a Saturday."

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"You got better, Izuku."

"Shouta-kunnn..." The kid groaned weakly, clutching his bruised right leg after he accidentally fell on a stone while trying to dodge Aizawa's scarves.

Shouta looked down at his sagging figure, raising an eyebrow when a quiet whimper involuntarily spilled it's way out of his mouth. Maybe he overdid it. You know. Just a little bit.

While Izuku leaned his figure onto the porch, Shouta reached down and easily scooped him in his arms- much to his surprise.

"Ah! Shouta-kun wait-" "Shh. I'll bring you upstairs. But we're going to take a bath first since you're astoundingly filthy." Aizawa grunted at that statement as Izuku flushes pink in embarrassment- looking at his clothes and confirming that he is, indeed, absolutely dirty.

He smelled like grass too, due to the amount of times he had to roll to narrowly avoid getting nicked by the scarf entrails.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the earthly smell, kicking his shoes off and making them lay haphazardly on the floor as he clumsily opened the door with his shoulder. Izuku just laid pliant in his arms, eyes dropping from the exhaustion. It felt comfortable in Shouta's arms. "Shouta-kun.." he hummed, blinking the sleep out of his eyes so he won't let Aizawa have a hard time waking him up when it's time to bath. "Why did we train without my Quirk? I thought that we were supposed to make me have better control over it?"

Aizawa hummed, as if considering the answer as he shut the door- the smell of cooling Yakisoba wafting through the air.

A vague memory of Aizawa telling him to take a break and drink some water before going inside entered his head. Huh. So he cooked some food while Izuku was resting?

"Your body isn't fit for your quirk, as I said. Your muscles were strained and almost torn- along with your insides." Aizawa grimaced, the shadow over his eyes darkened at the memory. "You have to be a little fit for it first. I suppose I overdid the training, though." He observed Izuku, who was groveling in his bruises with a tiny groan.

Aizawa scrunched up His nose.

"Before we eat, I'm cleaning you up."

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"Still hurt?" Aizawa asked, eyes focusing on his current task; which was wrapping Izuku up like a present in more bandages. It's not even been a week and he's already injured again (Aizawa thinks even though he's literally the reason why).

Izuku shook his head sideways cheerfully, watching Shouta's hands expertly layering his right arm with bandages. 'He's really good at this,' Izuku hummed in his thoughts, shifting a bit to scoot back onto the bed.

Izuku sat on the edge of the mattress with Shouta kneeling down, an open first aid kit resting on the floor beside Shouta's knee. Izuku had already bathed, with Aizawa applying a generous amount of soap due to the amount of grime covering his body. "No. It only hurts a bit." Izuku replied with a smile on his face. Aizawa hummed in acknowledgement, fastening the end of the bandage before neatly tucking it in.

Izuku marveled at the work, twisting his arm a bit with a happy glow on his face. "Thank you, Shouta-Kun." He appreciated his somewhat guardian addressing his bruises with attention. Aizawa nodded, tossing medical scissors and a roll of clean bandages back in the kit, before getting up and taking it back to the bathroom.

He shut the door, feet tapping on the tiled ground as he hung the kit up on an easy access shelf- right next to bottles of emergency pain killers and sleeping pills which he used seldom. It helped him sleep; particularly after a stressful mission where adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. Aizawa fastened the Med kit on the wall with a click, feeling the smooth and cool bathroom tiles behind his touch, passing the mirror-

His hands fell uselessly on his sides when he caught his own unfamiliar eyes staring back at him in the bathroom mirror- widening them for a fraction of disbelief.

He felt his core ripple at the look of a man, in his late thirties tiredly smiling back at him, healthy black hair tied back in a bun- and he realized it was his own reflection.

His bags under his eyes have lessened to a certain (and very noticeable) degree, grey skin having an unfamiliar healthy glow- and he was smiling. He looked tired, but he was smiling. Subconsciously.

Aizawa gulped, slightly unsettled at the healthy version in the mirror.

He thought back into his memories- piecing together the pieces.

He has been eating a healthy amount of homemade food the past weeks, sleeping early, and training harder than ever. He realizes he hasn't went a day with four hours less of a nap- and it was all thanks to Izuku. He ate with the kid to make sure he was stomaching the food, he slept beside the kid because he was worried for him and his nightmares- and he was training his own body to help Izuku when it was his turn to train him.

And it unintentionally helped him too.

Shouta couldn't suppress a smile.

To hell with himself if he gives Izuku up to the council.