Erasermic: Do you love me?

The Files

Aizawa POV
It's been a month since the little 'incident' at Aizawa's place. He still couldn't shake that something was off with Yamada. It was driving him crazy, not that he'd ever admit it though. No. If Yamada has something to say, he'll just say it. That's how he works. Aizawa isn't into asking personal questions. They were too, well, personal. And besides, that part of the relationship was Yamada's part. Not Aizawa's.

Aizawa nodded his head, as if confirming this to himself. Right in the middle of trying to convince himself, there was a sharp sting on his forehead. His hand whipped out to catch the stray ball, eye's narrowed. Class 1-A stared at him in mild horror as they awaited his reaction.

"Who threw this?" He lowered the ball, looking over his class. Several of the students pointed towards Kaminari.

"Don't rat me out like that!" He hissed, shuffling to hide behind Bakugo. This was met with a swift swat to the head, followed by the usual anger.

"DON'T USE ME AS A SHIELD!!" Kaminari coward, shuffling away from the explosive boy. Aizawa stifled an eye roll as he walked over and dropped the ball in front of Kaminari.

"Don't let it happen again." His voice bore into the air. Kaminari quickly nodded and scooped the ball up.

"I promise it won't happen again teach." With a flick of his wrist, he did a sloppy salute and back-peddled out of their. Aizawa blinked slowly. With that, he turned around and walked back to the spot he was before. Where was he? Oh yes, thinking about Yamada. The loud man who insisted on being in Aizawa's personal life. It was rather annoying to say the least. Although, the last month has been quieter. Aizawa almost found that odder then Yamada being mad at him. Their texting, Aka, Yamada's texting, had significantly dropped. And the calls were cut down to emergencies only. Something about that stung a little.

Aizawa rubbed his eyes. "No." He muttered to himself. This is good. Things are more professional and he doesn't have to worry about 'friends'.

He paused his thoughts to look back up at his students. Despite everything they've been through, despite the struggles, they always had their friends. They didn't seem to drift sort at all, especially in the thick of it. That just made them closer. Aizawa couldn't understand it. Obstacles are meant to split things up. Split people up. His brows furrowed slightly as he pondered this.

P.E. had finished with only Aizawa getting hurt. Somehow. Now it was off to lunch for the students. But Aizawa couldn't shake this off feeling he had growing inside him. He had really done something to upset Yamada but he couldn't place it for the life of him. Instead of sulking off to the teacher's lounge for his signature juice pouch, he went back to his classroom. The door slid open with ease as he stepped in. The quiet room felt nice, no nervous, hormonal teenage energy to mess up the feel. He trudged over to his desk and pulled out his sleeping bag. It slid on with ease. But instead of slipping onto the ground and falling asleep, he sat at his desk. The neat stacks of papers shuffled slightly as he brushed past them for his laptop. With a furrowed brow, he opened it and entered the password.

"Why am I doing this?" He mumbled, awaiting an answer that would never be brought. The computer chimes and he hastily pulled up some old files. As he flipped through them, he was filled with feelings he had long ago his. Why he was doing this, he wasn't sure. These files offered nothing knew to him. They just brought back painful memories from a time everyone wished to forget. Yet, he could never bring himself to delete them. Almost as if they were apart of him, and if he deleted them it would be like deleting apart of himself. It was pitiful really. They offered no purpose. And yet... they couldn't be found anywhere else. The files had been deleted from everything, hard drives, tv, the internet. Everything. But one flash drive. Why he kept it in the first place is beyond him as well. It would be so easy just to take it and burn it. Stomp on it. Watch as it falls from a thirty story building and shatters on the hard concrete ground. But he keeps it. Maybe hoping to find something someday.

As he scrolled through the files, his heart tightening, there was the soft wish of the door opening. With a slam, Aizawa swiftly closed his laptop. His eyes darted up to see All Might standing in the doorway. His skeletal figure still looked taller then most in the large doorway.

"You hiding somethin' Eraserhead?" He smiled, then coughed a little. Aizawa's eyes narrowed in questioning.

"What do you want?"

All Might rubbed the back of his neck with a soft sigh. "May I come in?"

Aizawa glanced at his now shut computer, then back at him. "Is this important?"

All Might shrugged. "I'd say so. But it wouldn't be if you don't listen." With a sigh and a fluttering eye roll, Aizawa beckoned him in. All Might slid the door shut and wondered over.

"So? What's this about?" Aizawa picked up some papers and shuffled through them, trying to look busy. All Might frowned, knowing that he wasn't actually doing anything.

"It's about Mic actually." His eyes darted up to meet All Might's.

". . . What?"