Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 25

———(A few days later)———

At two A.M., most people who are in their right mind (or not working the graveyard shift in whatever shitty time consuming job they possessed) would be asleep, tucked in their fluffy beds and surrounded by their pillows while getting a good night's rest.

Everyone was asleep- Present Mic with his Kermit plushie and Midnight literally sleeping with- probably gem adorned pajamas along with a fancy quilt bought from whatever rip-off blanket store.

Even Izuku, the little problem child (cutie) slept soundly in Aizawa's bed, a pleasant smile dancing on his lips as he dreamt about class 1-A (although he had noticeably frowned at Bakugou's presence, who in his dreams was screeching like a funny pterodactyl).

But not Aizawa.

Haha.

No.

He was awake, in the bathroom wearing hot pink sweats and a mismatched top with pastel colors on them- a razor for shaving sitting his his stiffly clamped hand.
The hearing was tomorrow, and was was absolutely livid.

He also remembers (while gazing intently at the mirror in a creepy fashion) the conversation with Midnight from before.

'There's so problem on how you look, Shouta-' she had paused while cleaning up cake batter from another cake experiment gone wrong in her home. 'It's just.. You look homeless, and having a kid with you "while" you look homeless will press the fact that you don't take care of him.'

Aizawa knew she had a point, and he absolutely hated it.

He had looked scruffy, thought around the edges- with untamed black hair acting like some kind of seaweed hanging below his shoulders. And according to Mic, it was, in his words- Hideous. The bags under his eyes and the constant dry eye he had also solidified the look.

'The least you can do', Midnight hummed. 'Is shave.'

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The moment Aizawa has entered the bedroom at six A.M. after shaving, he was met with a scream.

"IZUKU CALM DOWN IT'S ME-" Aizawa was cut off as he dodged a literal fucking solid shadow stabbing the spot where he stood before, wincing as the sharp edge grazed his shirt with a rip. "IT'S ME!"

Izuku stopped, breathing heavily and standing on the bed like a cornered animal. "S-Shouta.. Dad?" The boy blinked, the toxic green eyes losing the powerful glow in them as he shut his power off- now doing so pretty fluidly, like capping a carbonizing Coke bottle.

"Yeah," Aizawa rolled his eyes, ignoring the tear in his shirt for the new title "dad". It.. Would take a bit to get used to it.

Izuku, who has been scared because he had thought it wasn't Shouta and just some random murderer sneaking in inside at six A.M. to kill him, breathed a sigh of relief- although still a bit shocked of his new appearance.

"I.. Sorry! I'm so sorry! I thought-!"

"Don't worry," Aizawa immediately dismissed. "Your reflexes are pretty sharp." Izuku paused between his panicked rambling, a pout residing on his lips as his legs voluntarily gave out, sprawling himself on the bed. "Why'd you shaaavvve?" He groaned in a whiny tone, kicking his feet up and throwing a "tantrum". "You looked better with the beard-thing. Stubble?" Aizawa trudged over, exhausted- but still giving a laugh at his antics as he buried his hand and messed with Izuku's hair.

His face was smoother than before, the scar at U.S.J. Already healed over to a pink, shiny scar under his right eye after being smacked in the face with the ground. "We're gonna go to the hearing tomorrow," He drawls, having already predicted that Izuku would stiffen. "So it's better to look presentable."

"Oh. Okay," Izuku nodded, a bit sullen at the mention of the court. He didn't.. Fancy to being taken away.

Aizawa has earlier explained to him, knowing that the kid would be better off knowing the truth rather than being lied to. He wasn't stupid- no, not at all, and it would only hurt him if he found out he was being lied to just to comfort his troubles.
"Chin up," Aizawa nudged him, collapsing on the bed as well in a lazy manner. "I'll beat them up if I have to."

"Really?.."

"Really."

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