Scars (Aizawa x Reader)

Sports Festival Part 1

You woke up weirdly refreshed, as you haven't woken up for ages now. You sighed and looked at the clock. Guess, some things never change. It was way before six o'clock. You got up and went into the bathroom. Took a nice refreshing shower and looked in the mirror. Surprised with how well you looked, with just one night without nightmares. You dried your way too long hair and went to your bedroom, opening the closet with clothes. You seriously had nothing normal to wear. You took a look at your costume and sighed, realising, that it was one of the few things that were clean. Well, if it must have been done, than beat it. It felt weird to be wearing it, when you didn't have any mission. However, after the USJ attack, you felt, like it would be better to have it near you all the time.

You looked at the mirror and smiled. It wasn't something fancy, more like any other spy costume, but it had everything that you needed. It was a black body suit, with some stripes, that you used as hungers for weapons and other stuff that you needed. It was from a good stretchy material, and what was important, wasn't rated one, which Nemuri, would probably not agree on. You had some pockets here and there. The material also made it easier for you to absorb the energy, which has saved your ass multiple of times. You could notice the sights of stitches here and there, but well, not like you had a chance to get yourself a new one. It also had a black hood, which you used mostly at the underground, and a pair of, thankfully, flat shoes. You hated heels, still in quite a shock at how Midnight was able to fight in them.

You put you hair into a high ponytail and taking a nutrition bar with you, you started walking to the school. Today was the day, whole Japan was waiting for. U.A.'s sports festival. You remembered that it was already a huge deal, when you went to school, and through those ten years, it has became an international festival watched by millions.

You weren't sure, whether launching something as big as this, right after the USJ attack was a good idea, but you decided to trust Nezu and just enjoy your first Sports Festival, as an adult outside the school. You smiled to yourself, thinking about the event. It was always a big deal, which left some good and some awful memories in you.

- You're here early- you turned around hearing a familiar voice and smiled looking at your friend. He hugged you and left a kiss on your forehead.

- How about you- you smiled, walking next to him.- I always remember you as a person who liked to sleep a bit- you chuckled seeing his puffed face.

- I'm a commentator for the first classes events today, so came here to get prepared- he answered, showing his pass to the security guy, who let them in. The security tripled comparing to previous years, but that wasn't a surprise for anyone.- It's gonna be quite interesting this year- he smiled, feeling excitement growing inside him.

- Yeah, I guess I'll stick around with first years as well- you answered, walking into the teacher lounge and making some coffee for both of you.- commentator heh? Yeah I guess there's no one better, to do that job- he showed you a thumbs up and smiled, thanking you for the hot drink.

- Aizawa is a co-commentator- you split you coffee, giving him a death glare, hearing him laugh.

- This Aizawa? The grumpy, always tired Aizawa, who hates being in the spot Aizawa?- he couldn't stop laughing looking at your surprised face- how did you make him do it?

- He lost a bet, and well...- you both laughed, trying to imagine him, with a mic in front of his face, trying to say anything, at least a bit more energetic, than in a tone of a dying person.- If you wanna join us, feel free to- you raised your brow and shook your head.

- No thanks. Maybe I'll come and keep you company, but no way I'll take that job away from you and Mr. 'everything needs to be logical' - you got up finishing your coffee, and started walking outside- I want to go around and check some things- he nodded, understanding. Even if the security tripled, you still felt better, seeing if everything was alright, with your own two eyes. You can't let any of the kids get hurt, nor anyone in the stadium. Especially him. You put your hood on and started walking through the corridors, trying not to interact with anyone, especially security guys, who kept on looking at a strange figure in the black hood, that walked into the building with the pro-hero. You weren't surprised that they didn't know you. It only meant that you did a good job, hiding away from the media and the outside world.