Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

iii. The Little Things

Hours later [L/n] walked out of her hospital room, which she had been discharged from, with bandages wrapped all the way around both of her shoulders, arms, and hands. As she went to leave, she halted in her steps as she saw Aizawa, asleep, in one of the chairs in the Waiting Room.

Well, at least he got some sleep I suppose. Walking towards her companions sleeping body, she went to pick him up rather than to wake him up, but once pressure and weight was felt on her arms the hero nearly let out a pained screech. Aizawa's eyes opened slowly as he felt his body hit the chair, [L/n] only able to lift him up an inch or two before her arms gave out due to the pain.

"Hey, you should've just woke me up." The man grumbled, placing his hands on the arm rests as he pushed himself up from the rather uncomfortable chair before looking at the bandaged woman before him.

"I didn't want to wake you up Shouta, you were asleep and I know you don't—" [L/n] found herself being cut off by Aizawa's slight sigh.

"Let's get to U.A., and stop worrying about it, you're the injured one here." Aizawa said while leaving the hospital, leaving [L/n] just standing there, not baffled, but just defeated. Once he reached the outside of the door he turned around and looked at the bandaged hero. "You coming or do I have to carry you?" His voice was so plain and blatant that to anyone else he most likely seemed irritated.

But Lightbringer knew, she knew that he was just being considerate, and to her surprise, a bit sassy.

"You couldn't carry me if you tried." [L/n] threatened with a tease in her voice, unaware as to the action she would bring upon herself. Before she had the chance to react, she felt scarfs wrap around her torso, very gently at that, and next thing she knew she was being held piggyback style by Aizawa.

He made his way to U.A., his stature slightly slouched per usual, though rather than having his hands in his pockets, they were holding [L/n]'s legs.

"Shouta, I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own. Besides, aren't you worried about people looking at us? I know the last thing you want is your face plastered on the internet." The woman spoke sincerely, though the black haired male gave no reply. Knowing that she couldn't really do anything, she let out a gentle sigh and rested her head atop his as he walked, carrying her to U.A. in the process. 

It was the little things like this that reminded not just [L/n], but Aizawa of the odd, yet strong bond they shared. Of course they got looks, Lightbringer was well known, despite being the Unrated Hero, most viewed her quite highly when it came to the ranking. So to see a hero that not many people have heard about, yet know, carrying a bandaged Lightbringer, it was a sight to see. Pictures were taken and posted, captions such as 'What happened to Lightbringer?', 'I wonder what's going on between Eraserhead and Lightbringer', things of that nature.

"You know I don't start my days out at U.A., I only did yesterday to stop by and say hi to you guys before you started your first day with your new students." She spoke up once more after a long, yet peaceful silence, not removing her chin from the top of his head.

"I know, but I'm sure everyone would rather hear whatever bullshit story you make up than to have to wonder what happened to you whenever they see some article on you pop up." He spoke plainly, [L/n] knowing that he was correct.

Being a Pro Hero, a well known one at that, she shouldn't be doing Underground Hero work, but she didn't really care, and Aizawa paid no mind. He paid no mind to it whatsoever.

"[F/n]!?" That was the voice of none other than Present Mic, or Presentation Michael, or Hizashi Yamada as his friends preferred to go with mostly. "What happened to your arms!? And are you seriously carrying her Shouta!?" Luckily, the blonde wasn't using his Quirk as he yelled at the two, but regardless he was still quite loud. Yamada met the two right outside the front doors after they had passed through the gates, shocked to see the situation at hand, but also happy to see Aizawa showing physical affection towards someone, even if it was in the smallest of ways.