p l a g u e

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Aizawa spent his morning helping Y/N out with the rest of the packing, it didn't take very long since all they had to pack up were the remaining photos and the kitchen materials. He took note not to ask her about the baking tools and cookbook left on the counter that night knowing too well how badly that would turn out. 
The house now looked emptier than ever, the erasure hero turned to look at her. She was biting on her thumb trying to hide her panicked expression. There was no telling what was making her act like that and as he looked for the answer, it rang the doorbell twice. 

E/C eyes looked towards the door, they flashed with panic but she calmed herself instantly. Y/N pushed Aizawa into the broom closet where he wouldn't be seen then pulled the front door open. 
The closet was just as empty, the old cleaning supplies were thrown out but it still reeked of cleaner. Outside he could hear Y/N talking calmly to someone, and they sounded furious. 

"You left her alone, didn't you!?"
"Yes, I--"
"Didn't you ever get it through your thick skull that she can't handle being alone!?"
"Listen--"
SMACK

He flinched, the sound of their hand making contact with her skin made him worry, whatever was happening out there wasn't anything good at all. He would've walked out if he knew he wouldn't make the situation worse. But who cared. 

"She loved you..."

He stopped. 

Someone was crying now, he couldn't tell who. 

"I hope you're happy," they said, "all she ever wanted was to make you happy so maybe this did it." Their shoes clicked as they walked inside and started carrying the boxes out with Y/N's help. They were painfully quiet. He walked out. 

A red-haired woman wearing a leather jacket stood in front of him holding a box, "Wow, you even brought your boyfriend in here." She huffed and walked out to put the box in the truck. Aizawa wasn't going to take shit from her. 
"Keep your mouth shut and finish up, you came here to get her things not make Y/N feel worse than she already does," He warned. 

This made her stop in her tracks, "She feels bad? Has she told you all the times she pushed Umi away? Has she told you all the times she made Umi feel like she wasn't needed!?" She got closer to him, they stood face-to-face. That's when he saw it; her eyes were red and puffy. She was the one who was crying, "Y/N."
The h/c haired woman flinched at the sound of her name, it was like watching a shaking kitten be forced into a corner, "The funeral ends at 4, I don't want anyone seeing you coming..." 
"You can't just--!" Aizawa started but was shut up. 
"She isn't family, I'm not letting anyone else see the person responsible for making me lose my little sister."

She carried the last box out of the house, told them to hand the keys over, then put the box in before driving off. Y/N's knees collapsed, the pounding drums in her ears were back, she clutched her chest. Her breathing was heavy. The erasure hero wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. Silence was what she needed. 
There the two sat for a good ten minutes or so before he helped her up and walked her out of the house. He didn't know what to say, it was the first in a long time since he's seen her collapse like this. As if a thousand-ton block crashed on top of her and she could no longer hold the weight up. 

"She's right, y'know..." Her voice trembled, "I always told Umi that it was nothing and she didn't need to concern herself with it..."Her feet dragged underneath, her legs were moving on their own, heading back to her house. 
"You always had that habit after all," He said. 
"Wha--" 
"You never really spoke much after the incident, though, you did confide in Shirakumo often," He walked alongside her, "he said you always had your own little world, then he'd pull the 'you two would be great for each other' line." He let out a strained laugh. 
"That idiot..." She added. 

They walked to her apartment quietly after that, although she didn't want him to know where she lived; she couldn't really complain. He looked around, the area was a little more shabby than where Umi's place was.
"Think you'd be fine with stairs?" Y/N asked holding open a door that led to a dark stairway. 

Her apartment was three stories up and it seemed like every other apartment was empty or people were just really quiet. The sound of her keys echoed through the halls, their shoes dragging across the floor, then the door shutting behind them. He looked around, despite how everything looked outside, the place looked decent. 
She turned to him, "Want anything to drink?" She asked, deep down she hoped that he would stay a little longer. 
Aizawa chuckled, "You've already led me to your apartment where all your goodies are and now you're offering me a drink?" He took a seat and watched her expression change from a serious one to an angry one. She huffed and stomped to the kitchen, the sound of water running made him let out a small laugh. 

She placed the glass of water down in front of him, "I told you, it's a give and take thing!" She walked into her room and slammed the door shut making the cupboard of trinkets nearby shake.
He looked at the glass, his fingers traced over the little designs over it then emptied it. He stood up and explored the room, somewhere around here there would a safe that kept everything she's stolen so far and if he looked hard enough, her costume, her weapons, maybe even things that he might not even think she would own. The erasure hero moved over to the cupboard of trinkets, there were old photos, a stuffed animal, jewelry of all sorts. His fingers slid against the dusty wood, these photos were all from their days at school.

"You shouldn't touch other people's things."

He pulled his hand back as soon as he heard her, his eyes found their way to her new look, her hair was tied in a half-up bun, she wore a dark suit and heels. The lump in his throat kept him from making words, he stood there his mouth agape, "Eyes up here, Eraserhead," she said. 
He cleared his throat and turned away, "Already prepping for the funeral?" he asked. 
"Wanna come?" she asked, her eyes met with his. 
"Sure."

The hours passed, the funeral was over and that was her signal to get going. She hadn't shown herself to anyone other than Umi's sister who still wasn't pleased to see her. Umi was buried next to her father, both their graves decorated with flowers and photos. Y/N knelt down and placed a bouquet of chrysanthemums by her photo. 
"She doesn't hate you, you know that don't you," Aizawa placed a hand on her shoulder, "it's not your fault."
Y/N said nothing, her lips stayed pressed together. Where was the rain when she needed it, how was she supposed to explain the tears rolling down her face? 

You shouldn't have left me alone, N/N...
It's all your fault...

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short chapter cus of shitty writer's block uwu