Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 21

I just got my wisdom tooth and I wanna die.

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"Shit-"

Shouta dodged the blast of green fire sent his way, a wide grin on his face as he tucked into a roll- before he hit the ground.

Easily pushing himself up on his feet, another green blast was aimed at his stomach, and with little time- he made a split second decision to block it with his arms.

A bad decision, he decided, after he winced at the of feeling the burning sensation tingle at his arms and scorching his sleeves badly. Aizawa waltzed around the blasts in a blur, pausing to dig his heel into the ground and send the ends of his thick bandages spiraling into the air.

Izuku's eyes were a toxic, bright green, which had energy sparking off of them in a form of yellow electricity. His irises were turned into snake-like slits, adjusting to the various changes of light from his own vibrant fires.

He scrunched up his nose as he hopped out of the way of the scarves, before his whole arm caught on fire as he held it in front of him to deflect the entrails away from him. Power spilled out of him again- this time more controlled- as he aimed both palms at Aizawa before firing another blast.

Aizawa twisted in mid-air, landing and pivoting on his right foot, before taking a leap and covering the distance between both of them rapidly and delivering what seems like a solid roundhouse kick to the stomach. Izuku immediately ducked, still in a bit of shock when Aizawa closed the distance between them, but nonetheless recovering quickly and trying to swipe his feet from under him using his right leg.

Aizawa had taught him to not rely too much on his quirk- teaching him the basics of kicks and punches. And being the quick learner he was, he had landed a solid blow to the jaw to Aizawa at the start of their third sparring match.
Unfortunately, he was a seven year old- a kid who couldn't really pack a punch.

Which led him to coat an assigned limb in fire whenever he tries to land a blow of Aizawa.

Which quickly drained his energy, and lead to this situation right now.

Izuku tumbled on his knees, holding his hands high up to surrender- as he puffed out ragged breaths. He lay on the soft earth, ears buzzing and veins pumping with adrenaline as he tried to calm himself down.

A thump was heard next to him as he blearily looked at the water bottle thrown right beside his head by Aizawa, who crouched down as well. He had this fond look on his face, a proud grin  (that looked more or less frightening) was etched on his expression.

"You did great, problem child," He cooed, parting (more like swatting) Izuku's curls.

Least to say, Midoriya was elated.

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"Kid, I have something to talk to you about."

Izuku hummed in acknowledgement, munching the last of his Katsudon down with a smile on his face.

He was particularly happy- due to the feeling of success at mastering an aspect of his quirk in just two days. It was green hellfire, which he could easily summon now with control. The last time he had was at the orphanage. It was accidental- but since it was uncontrolled, he practically roasted the fellow children there, and gave severe second degree burns to his caretakers.

Aizawa hummed thoughtfully. He has a month left until Izuku's court hearing- an event that will decide to will get to keep Izuku.

He cringed at the thought, regretting the fact he almost made Izuku sound like an object.

"Let's see.." Aizawa drawls out, pushing his porcelain bowl away from him as he shifted his seating on the pillows. He was admittedly, nervous at presenting this offer but.. "Izuku, what would you say about being my adopted son?"

And two things happened at once.

First thing was that Izuku choked on a piece of pork.

Second thing was that Shouta reflexively reaches over to pat his back- before quickly pulling back as the tip of his finger got singed as Midoriya burst into literal fire.

Midoriya coughed, patting his chest before realizing the awkward look on Shouta's face. "Uh.. You're on fire, kid."
His face lit up in embarrassment, looking at the wisps of smoke curling around his finger tips before he relaxed his body and put the fire out.

A bit of fatigue rolled into his system. 'Great,' he bitterly thought. 'I just wasted more energy. Way to be dramatic, Izuku.'

It was silent for a while, with Izuku studying Shouta's solemn face. And it dawns on Aizawa that the look of puzzlement on the kid's face was him searching for signs that indicated that this was some sort of joke- a cruel prank at that.

"I.." Izuku gulped nervously.

Aizawa has been so straight forward- so direct that it kind of shocked Izuku a little bit. He took a peek at Aizawa's eyes, finding nothing than platonic adoration and patience, something a parent possesses.

He felt himself get a heady feeling his his heart, putting on a brave smile. Of course.

"Shouta, I-"

"-need an explanation."

Izuku tensed up, his muscles locking together as if he were chained down, a flicker of surprise and fright flitted across his face. Shouta's reaction was partially the same, but he was alert, and didn't freeze up. It occurred in Izuku's mind that it wasn't Shouta's voice that cut his sentence off.

It was deeper by two octaves, much more sinister- and familiar.

A shadow loomed behind Midoriya, and he didn't turn around, his face saying that he was too frightened to do so.

Aizawa held his ground, looking at the man's face and encountering hooded, blazing green eyes that held back raw power and destruction in those deep, dark depths. A cruel snarl tugged on the man's lips- too sharp to be anything but malicious.

"Midoriya Hisashi," Aizawa simply stared at the man with unwavering resolve. He wasn't backing down- not here- not ever for Izuku.  "Fancy seeing a dead man walking."