Mayhem (BNHAxmale!Reader[2])

Chapter Eight: Dad

(Y/n) was walking around town, deciding to get a small break from everything going on around him. The guy needed some time to think simply upon himself, as well. He knew he had felt something for Todoroki, but he needed to be sure what it was. (Y/n) had been so quick to shut the feelings out as soon as they had begun to appear, and he had no Godly idea of when that was. He also had no idea why he shut them out. He was so caught up in everything that he put it aside, supposedly.

He continued to make his way through a more quiet part of town. The young man had made the wise choice to leave his home without covering himself. It was a miracle that no one had recognized him yet. The people passing on the street didn't even look up or spare him a glance. (Y/n) wasn't sure if he should be glad or concerned. These people had to be aware of all the dangers around them and yet they acted like everything was perfect.

It would have made sense if it was a few years back when they were all in high school, the heroes back then had had everything under control at the end of the day. But now, the young heroes were dealing with a new breed of villain that was worse than the old one. These were people who they had an attachment to, and the villains knew this and used it against them. The press and the people knew this, so why were they always so calm? He hated it.

(Y/n) let the thought get away from him. He had other things on his mind, he had no need to worry about people he wasn't involved with. He was only supposed to show concern for those who were his friends, comrades, and family. No one else mattered. Everyone else was either a pawn or an obstacle, either way, he could do without them. These types of thoughts slowly went through his mind as he sat on a park bench, putting his head down to think.

He had been there for about half an hour thinking when it occurred to him that he might need to move. If he just stayed there doing nothing, he was sure to get caught and recognized eventually. That said, he had this thought too late. Before he could even look up, an all too familiar voice, which he hadn't heard in years but had longed to be around, called out to him quietly.

"(Y/n)?" the voice was gruff and it took everything in the young man not to freak out.

The tired, young man froze. How was he supposed to handle this? How was he supposed to manage what was happening? It was no big deal, and yet, it was one of the most important events in his life at the moment.

(Y/n) knew he'd probably have to face this man again someday, but he was not prepared for it to happen now. This wasn't a good time, but then again, with his profession, there was no such thing as a good time. The young man looked up after a few seconds, avoiding the eyes on the man in front of him. How was he supposed to look him in the eyes after everything that had happened? How was he supposed to face Shouta Aizawa at a time like this?

"Aizawa..." (Y/n) muttered, still struck with shock and disbelief, "I..."

"You don't need to say anything," Aizawa sighed and sat next to the other male on the bench.

"Alright," (Y/n) didn't protest.

There was this silence between them, it was uncomfortable, yet it was like their saving Grace from what was to come. The fact that they had technically just reunited was only starting to set in, and it brought this tension that had never been felt between the two males. Granted, they had been apart right after (Y/n)'s betrayal, but for whatever reason, there had never been hard feelings, and this was mutual.

"How have you been?" Aizawa finally asked; they had to have been sitting there for almost an hour.

"Fine, I guess..." (Y/n) trailed off. No anger, no joy, none of anything he expected— just shock.

"The others?" Aizawa questioned next.

"They're alright," (Y/n) had to resist the urge to smile at the mention of his friends, "but most of them starting to get into individual trouble."

"Most of them? Is Todoroki the level-headed one of the group, then?" Aizawa wondered aloud.

"Actually, Bakugou is the one who's been keeping himself in order," (Y/n) foretold, "Shouto was the first to step out on his own..."

Something suddenly clicked in Aizawa, "So it was the black-haired man and Todoroki that were responsible for what happened to Endeavor?"

"What happened to Endeavor?" (Y/n) asked cluelessly.

"He was found unconscious in his house by a neighbor while the place was burning down. He had glass in his left eye, and the damage is permanent," Aizawa sighed.

"Oh, and you're sure the 'black-haired man' was involved?'" (Y/n) wanted to be sure (while also making sure not to give up Dabi's identity).

"The flames were blue," Aizawa stated. That was all (Y/n) needed to hear before changing the subject.

"Anyway, how have you been holding up? I heard we got you fired," (Y/n) looked down, "sorry."

"Yeah, and I know you're sorry," Aizawa claimed smartly as he got up from the bench, "anyway, I have stuff I need to do, so I'm gonna head off."

"What?" (Y/n) stood up abruptly.

"I have a life, too, and I need to tend to its needs," Aizawa sighed, "it was nice seeing you, I guess."

"Wait,"

'Dad,'

"I..."

'I'm sorry for leaving you,'

"I... I..."

'I missed you, I still miss you,'

"I..."

'I want to repair us,'

"Save it, I have to go," Aizawa turned and began to walk.

'I know,'

(Y/n) just stood there as Aizawa walked away. He wanted to say so much, do so much, feel so much— but he couldn't move. His walls were too high; those inside stay in, and those who are on outside stay out. Even if they were inside when the walls were low, when they could come and go, if they were outside when the walls were built up, that's where they will remain.

As (Y/n) walked back to his apartment, his chest ached and he felt as though he had a million pounds on his shoulders. He had feelings for Shouto Todoroki, he knew that, he didn't need to learn that. What needed to learn, and what he did, is that his biological father isn't his dad. Aizawa is. Aizawa who managed to teach him that, who he had betrayed and gotten fired and left for his own selfish reasons— was still his teacher, and still his dad.

One thought crossed through (Y/n)'s mind as he slumped against his door once he entered his apartment:

'I almost called him dad.'

(That's the chapter, guys! Make sure to tell me what you think and to point out any mistakes! Also, I want to thank you all for the continuation of the success of 'Remix' even after it's been finished. I mean, 6000+ readers?! I know you all have probably finished it, but I want to thank you all anyway! I also want to thank you for sticking with me until the second book. It means a lot everyone!)

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