All or Nothing

8

*Hotaru*

The walk back to the class was fun because I got to talk more with his students.

"So you've known Mr. Aizawa for a long time?" The kid with the heavily gelled red hair asked, "Is he much different from how he used to be?"

I snorted a little, "I would have to say he hasn't changed at all. He's still just as cynical as the day I met him; I've had to save some of his students from the great hall of expelled classes."

"They weren't even trying, I tell you this every time it's brought up," Aizawa groaned as we made it back into the classroom.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, "Right."

"I don't know if this is a rude question or not," Midoriya stated sheepishly, "but why are your teeth sharp?"

I raised my eyebrows as everyone sat down, "Well, I honestly don't know. My mom has them, and I look exactly like her so I'm guessing that's why?" I shrugged.

"What color would your eyes be if you didn't have the eye quirk?" Aizawa inquired gently, joining in on the conversation.

I looked over at him, my eyebrows permanently raised, "Wow, you're even joining in on this?"

"I'm just curious; I've never thought about it." He shrugged.

"Well, either I'd be blind and have completely black eyes like mom, or red eyes like dad," I stated simply as I shrugged.

He nodded as he sat down, "Ok."

I narrowed my eyes at him and looked passed the bandages again. He had a small smile on his face, "What are you smiling about?"

"What? I can't smile sometimes?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Shut up and teach your class," I sighed, leaning against the wall.

The class was boring and I ended up sitting on the floor at some point, "Ms. Voodoo do you need a chair?"

Aizawa was looking over at me from the board and I looked up from picking at my nails, "No I'm good, keep teaching."

"Why are you in here? Don't you have students to heal?" He huffed.

I looked up at him and raised a brow, "I'm sure Recovery Girl can handle herself, and I've already informed her I would be sitting in on your class," I sighed, dropping my hand back into my lap and resting my head against the wall, "I'm making sure you don't pop your stitches or hurt yourself since that's what you were supposed to stay in the hospital for."

He frowned, and stopped talking to me. He continued on with class and seemed to be a little more careful with his movements. I was slightly less mad with him, but that didn't mean I wasn't gonna chew him and Mic out.

At the end of class I stood as the students did, expecting Shoto to come to me. Shoto walked up as the majority of the students were leaving, his head held a little low. I frowned and my blood started boiling again because I thought of all the things Endeavor must've done to him while I was gone. After the last student exited he set his bag down and pulled me into a hug, "I missed you."

My heart swelled as I hugged him back, "Sho, I'm so sorry. After I started college I just wasn't able to visit much; I didn't see Aizawa for a whole year after I started." I felt like crying.

"It's ok, I understand," he responded, pulling away from the hug, "Father didn't even want you around the house after you left so I didn't think you left us on purpose."

"Of course he did. Well now that I'm back he's gonna have to see me a little more now," I sighed and brushed some hair behind his ear, "I'll visit some time this week; how are Fuyumi and Natsuo doing?"

"They stay at home some, I haven't really gotten to talk to them a lot since you and..." he trailed off, frowning as he looked to the ground.

I watched him with sympathetic eyes, "I hate Endeavor." I growled, crossing my arms.

"Don't we all?" He asked with a sigh.

I pressed my lips together so I wouldn't smile, "You should get going so he doesn't get mad that you're late getting home," I turned to look at Aizawa, "I'd take you home myself, but I need to make sure Aizawa gets home safely so I can clean his wounds." Aizawa gave me a lazy glare before rolling his eyes and sighing.

"Alright, well I hope to see you soon, Hana." Shoto picked up his bag and walked out.

"You," I pointed to Aizawa and he raised his eyebrows, "are not free of charge. I'm still mad at you."

"Hotaru," he sighed, shuffling over to me, "I'm sorry. Even Mic was against helping me out, but I threatened him and you know Mic's a little bitch."

"Why?" I sighed, pushing some of his hair behind his ear.

"Because I don't trust anyone else with this class," he stated honestly.

I frowned at him for a moment before sighing and gently grabbing his elbow, "Ok."

I walked him out and down the hall, guiding him to my car then helping him in. I got in the driver seat and started the car, but paused before leaving, "I think this is the first class you've ever cared about."

"That's not true," he sighed, resting his head against the seat, "I cared about yours."

"You cared about me," I corrected him and he grumbled, "plus we technically weren't your class. We were Ms. Hatake's." I sighed remembering her for a moment before finally pulling out of the parking spot.

The ride was quiet as I thought about how much had changed in five years. It made me become melancholy as I pulled into the parking lot and picked a spot closest to his place. I turned of the car with a sigh and got out, hurrying to help him up the steps and inside.