Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 28

I'm back!
I'm glad to announce, after some physical therapy sessions and all that jazz, my bones are back together!!!!
I could compete now!!!
Thank you for sticking with me!

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"A.. All Might."

Even the judge can't contain his shock, eyeglasses slipping off his face and clattering loudly in the now deathly silent and still court room. Hell, even Gun looked frozen, jaw practically falling to the ground as he eyed the Number One Hero, clad in a striped expensive suit.

Aizawa exhaled through his nose, managing a lazy smirk despite the inner turmoil churning deep in his gut. Of course he had to make a big entry- he was All Might, of course.

(He realized he owed Toshinori a drink or two now.)

"I'm here as a witness towards Young Izuku's case," and for a split second, Gun looked sickly hopeful, before the light in his eyes were crushed by a tightly grinning All Might. "-to be ON HIS side." Aizawa savored how Gun's right arm trembled, and how shaken he looked.

Izuku's sobbing quieted, sniffling now muffled by his hands.

"With all due respect, sir, I-"

"Oh hush!" All Might surveyed the room with an unnerving, unnatural frown, anyone catching his gaze quickly looking away. He wasn't happy. "You Sir," All Might gestured to Gun, who flinched at the tone. "Have such a nerve. Imagine using a child for war!"

"I didn't- how dare you!" Gun's face was a flaming red color at the accusation. "You.. You..!"

"Trying to play the good guy, like a wild disguised in a sheep's hide!" His voice thundered and overpowered their protests easily. "Wanting a mere kid as your weapon to win useless, self-instigated wars! It violates his rights as a human! He can't even consent to any of the paperwork all of you are trying to shove in his face. And what good do you think it shall do to rip him from his father's custody!"

Aizawa felt a twinge of absolute shame when All Might struck a pose, still having that gritting, irregular frown. His muscles flexed under the light, before he sauntered over to their side. 'Oh god,' Aizawa thought. 'All Might What the fuck.'

"I'm sorry for the commotion, Aizawa," Toshinori said in a quiet mutter, sliding into the chair beside him. "I just wanted to throw them off a bit."

"I think you threw all of us off, Toshinori Yagi." Aizawa said, a hiss in his voice, not taking his eyes off of Gun, who trembled in rage.

Muttering erupted throughout the court.

'All Might on the kid's side..?'

'-All Might does teach at U.A. Doesn't he? He probably experienced the child's power first hand!'

'He knows better than all of us. Besides, the kid hasn't been a threat, and the outburst at U.A. is understandable. Meeting villains at such a young age..'

Slowly, people turned to Gun with apprehensiveness in less than two minutes.

'It would make sense why Gun would like the kid. Suddenly having a program to house such a powerful Quirk the moment it appears? It's fishy.'

Gun slammed his hands on the table, the loud bang making everyone but the heroes flinch, who in turn narrowed their eyes on him.

His stance appeared to be frustrated, fingers clawing at his table. "Your honor! This is-"

Another loud bang cut them all off, the judge looking uninterested in what Gun may have been saying. "Settle down, now," he ordered, voice sharp. "Both sides will take a break. The secondary hearing will be conducted next week-

This time, we will invite Tsukauchi Naomasa."

Gun visibly paled at that.

Naomasa, the human lie detector himself- able to tell a slip up within a second with the use of his quirk.

Aizawa thanked whatever god was out there, before the judge smiled in their favor, angering Gun more. "This case is biased! You can't..! The kid is dangerous!-"

"Case dismissed for now."

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"You okay little guy?"

"I'm hungry, Dadzawa.." Toshinori chuckled fondly at the nickname for his coworker, who suddenly turned red in embarrassment at it. "O-of course, Izu. Katsudon?" Toshinori, hidden by his weak form, gestures to the expensive restaurant's menu. "Take whatever you want, young Midoriya," he side-glanced Shouta, who seemed to be computing the prices in his head. "I'll pay for it. That goes for you too."

Shouta paused, a half-hearted smile unwillingly making it's way onto his lips. "I guess that there are perks of being the number one Hero, All Might."

"Indeed," he agreed, leaning back to observe the restaurant, only two or three people present- clad in expensive suits and sporting the "rich" aura. They were at Musutafu Red Rose Restaurant, a place where "people of class" dine often- considering their high prices were no joke.

Izuku smiled gratefully, nodding at Aizawa, who seemed more exhausted than usual, threading his fingers through the young boy's hair fondly. They seemed to fit their father and son roles. It was adorable.

Toshinori suppressed a yawn, thinking back to the court meeting.

He contemplated whether or not what he did was even a wise move- calling Gun out in front of a crowd of journalists- people.. But what's done is done, no chance to reverse the effect now, and moving forward was now their main goal.

Toshinori spared a hidden, sorrowful look at Izuku, who grinned brightly amidst the conversation about Katsudon with Aizawa.

(He will do what he can to save him.)

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My BONES are BACK YOU GUYS