My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

420, Whatchu Smoking?

Prompt: Izuku catches Aizawa smoking weed!
This came from my Discord, and there was so many possibilities. This is what happened.

Warnings: Weed, angst, and kind of fluff?

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After a long day of dealing with bullshit cases, I decide to visit Shouta in his room despite the cat in there. I need to make sure he is keeping his place decently clean, after all.

Obviously, I don't knock. I mean, we are besties, why should I knock? Like, if he is doing anything wrong, he would do it in the bedroom or bathroom. I make sure to knock there.

I enter his living room to see him sitting on the couch with a bong in his hand. The moment the door opens, he looks up at me with a neutral look.

At least he isn't high!

Before anyone can look in, I close the door behind me. I don't know how to feel about this.

Am I surprised? He looks like someone who smokes - Stop joking, Izuku. This is the same man who got me to stop smoking. Yet, here he is with a goddamn bong!

There is a moment as I contemplate my options, and there is so fucking many.

With my minimum self-control, I ask, "What are you smoking?" That's a start, right?

Shouta seems to contemplate before muttering, "Marijuana." I didn't realize you can get that here. Wait, how did he get it? This is for curiosity.

I notice how stiff he is, and I try to distract him, "Sho, is that weed? I'm calling the police!" I walk over to the microwave and press in 911. When I turn to face him again, I am surprised he isn't salty. Well, he is smoking, so nevermind.

"Izuku..." He runs his hand through his hair as he places the bong down.

"I am mad that you didn't offer me any. You know how I about this stuff."

"Izuku, just be quiet!" I should have let him smoke more. I shove my insecurities about the unclean place for him. I move to sit on the couch beside him, and I can smell it.

"Then talk." Something has to be wrong. Despite all my previous jokes, this isn't somebody who would turn to this unless it is terrible.

"What is there to talk about?" Stubborn, are we? I guess I am going to have to pry it out of him.

"When did you start?" Shouta sighs, knowing that I won't let up.

"After the Kamino Ward." It has only been a month then. That's not too bad.

"How are you getting it?"

"I brought it overseas." I didn't realize he would invest in something like that. He could have used that money to update his wardrobe.

"Huh. I would ask why, but I think we both know. However, I can't help but feel that I have been deceived. You shoved it down my throat not to smoke and drink, yet here we are. Marijuana may be better, but you don't need to rely on it. It will become a crutch in the future. Trust me, I know from experience. What I am saying is that you have people to talk to. If you are stressed, talk to the other squad members or me and stop being fucking selfless. You need to be stable before you can help others." I can see him contemplate, but something comes to mind, "How often have you been doing this?"

"Once a day." I nod slowly before picking up the bong. That's when I see the weed on the coffee table. Damn, that took too long to notice. I pick that up and head to the bathroom. I hear shuffling behind me, but I ignore him as I pour it down the toilet and flush it. Then, I throw the bong into the shower; it shattering into pieces as it drops into the tub. With a sigh, I start cleaning it up.

"Do you want me to get Hizashi?" I ask as I shove the pieces into a bag.

"No, I rather talk to you...thank you, Izu." I can hear him, genuine in his voice. It's not my place to tell Hizashi, though I should purely for revenge. However, I have 1% standards, so I won't.

"Yeah, yeah. Do me a favor and get yourself a fucking hobby to distract yourself."

"I thought dealing with you was my hobby."

"Harsh blow, but whatever. I meant something to do during your free time like growing a garden or exploding shit."

"You said two extremes." I shrug as I look him in the eye.

"You need anything?" Shouta contemplates before answering.

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Yes, but not in this fucking room. This place is trash."

"Wasn't expecting you to."

"Just know that I will never let you up for this. Nobody will get it but us."

"Should have known."

"420, whatchu smoking?"

I see him shaking his head, but I know he appreciates some normality after what happened.

Most of the time, he takes care of me. However, sometimes, I need to take care of him.