Aizawa Reset

Chapter 1: Reset

A/N: I legit haven't written fanfic for like 7 years lol way back when fanfiction.net was all the rage lol so here I am back on my bullshit but it's a new day and a new fandom.

Hope you enjoy!!!

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It was like any other night. Which means it was downright boring. 

Aizawa always seemed to patrol the most mundane and abandoned parts of the city. Not that he minded, it just made him all the more exhausted. Without some mental stimulation from catching petty criminals, things get dull very quickly. 

Of course, he could always just curl up in an alley and take a quick nap but, come on, imagine the sort of hassle and annoying citations he'd get written up about for not being diligent enough on the job (A/N: EDIT I can't fucken read guys I wrote "nape" instead of "nap" so sorry must've caused a whole lot of confusion lol anyways, continue). 

You'd think being a teacher at UA would grant him at least a little bit of slack due to the utmost importance of raising the next generation of heroes. Yeah, even he can't convince himself that's what he does there. He's more of a babysitter and bodyguard than anything else. Except he's pretty sure babysitters and bodyguards aren't in charge of like 20 kids and have to fill out a fuck ton of paperwork if one of them gets a teensy little scratch during training.

Kids can be too soft sometimes, he thinks. But that can be blamed on parents just as much. All that bureaucracy is in place cause some Karen stomped to UA  threatening to sue because her precious little darling got a small tear in her skirt. 

Well, Karen, if your daughter wasn't such a pain in the ass and showed up to training like she was supposed to, we wouldn't have this problem, now would we?

But that's just a vague example. 

He took in a deep breath, arching his back in a stretch. He honestly should work on his slouch. It's annoying hearing Yamada nag him about getting a hunchback eventually. And how Shouta isn't allowed to complain and ask for back massages once they're grumbly old men. Aizawa feels old enough as is having to deal with hormonal teenagers every day. 

Why'd he become a teacher again? Oh yeah, tenure and decent health care. And also Yamada becoming one and pestering him day in and day out. Didn't help that they lived together. Or, at least, until this whole new dorm situation thing happened at UA. Now he's gotta live on campus with all the other teachers in their own little building. So in a way, he still lives with Yamada but they have separate rooms now. At least he could keep his cat. 

Apparently, he'd stopped walking and was completely oblivious to something actually happening finally. 

He blinked a few times, bringing his mind back into reality as the scene unfolded.

A masked man was in the process of running when he bumped into Aizawa. Shouta quickly noticed the purse in his clutches and activated his quirk, grabbing onto his scarf around his neck and shooting it at the criminal. It caught on the guy's leg and he tripped, face planting in the concrete. Aizawa couldn't help but cringe. 

With a sigh, Aizawa headed over to the criminal, who was just moaning in pain. Kinda pathetic, if you ask me. He was about to wrap him in his scarf more and tell him his rights and how he's gonna come file a police report when the guy suddenly flipped over. 

His eyes glowed as he pointed a glowing finger at Aizawa. It barely brushed his his hand when he activated his quirk and the glowing stopped. 

The criminal stared with big scared eyes, "You were supposed to pass out," He whined, almost with a pout. Aizawa narrowed his eyes as he snatched the purse and started binding up the man.

"Yeah well I pass out whenever the fuck I want and right now I don't feel like it." He grumbled, standing the man up and heading out to the main street. 

He spotted a passed out woman, maybe in her 30's or 40's. Kinda weird considering this purse seemed like it belonged to an old ass lady. But Aizawa's not one to judge. He sat up the woman, setting the purse in her lap, then peeked his head into the store she was in front of, "Call an ambulance for this woman, would ya?" He told the clerk, who simply gasped and nodded.

Damn, Aizawa felt tired. Like, way more than usual. You'd think he'd have a bit of a burst of energy considering something finally happened tonight but it's like the exact opposite happened. Was probably that guy's quirk. Probably had something to do with making people get tired and pass out or something. 

His curiosity got the better of him and he turned his head some so he could see the criminal in the corner of his eye while also being able to navigate to the police station, "So what's your quirk, huh?" He asked.

The guy huffed, "Tch, like I'd tell you." He replied.

"You'll have to explain it in the police report anyway." Aizawa pointed out. The criminal simply didn't answer. Aizawa just shook his head and turned fully forward again, a long yawn escaping his mouth. Damn, he really should've had faster reflexes and not let the guy touch him earlier. Oh well, good thing this is the end of his patrol shift. 

They made it to the police station and Aizawa released the guy of his scarf, "Petty theft." He stated as one of the police grabbed the criminal and put handcuffs on him. As she did, Aizawa turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to stay to help with the report?" She asked, quirking a brow. Aizawa let out another yawn.

"I'll call in tomorrow. I got a class to teach in the morning and don't feel like wasting 2 hours on paperwork when I could be sleeping." He mumbled, not looking back as he waved a hand and slunk out. 

Goddamn it felt like he could pass out right now. It felt like his whole body was just seconds from giving out on him. Like every cell in his being was begging for rest. Which he really wanted to but not until he could make it back to the teachers dorms at UA. No need to feed into the whole 'homeless man' stereotype by passing out in an alley. Just cause he has long messy hair and doesn't shave often doesn't mean he's homeless. Uncaring, yes, but not homeless. 

After dragging his feet for what felt like forever, he made it to the main gates, scanning his teacher ID and passing through security to the dorms. Nobody else was awake so the building was still and dark. So trying not to pass out on the common area couch that seemed to be beckoning him was incredibly difficult. 

He finally made it to his room, barely able to unlock the door before his full exhaustion came over him. He swung the door shut and stumbled to his bed, immediately passing out the moment his head hit the pillow.

Little did he know why his body had begged his mind to turn off. Sleeping is a nice reset for the body but this sleep carries with it a different kind of reset. 

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