Ten Stories Up

2 - Night

y/n

I live on the first floor. Most days I'm glad I don't have to take the stairs. Today, I wished the walk home could have been longer.

It's closer to one in the morning. I managed to get some groceries at a 24-hour shop. Its just one bag. It's not very full. I go over to the fridge and open it. It's empty, except another grocery bag sitting untouched in the back.

Huh.

Guess I hadn't eaten in a while.

I put the whole bag of food into the fridge, right next to the old one. I didn't have the energy to throw anything out.

The bed was too far away.

The couch was better, so much better.

I crashed onto the couch, in my normal clothes. I didn't deserve any better.

As I lay there, I remembered the hero on the roof.

He had cared. He hadn't scoffed at me or made fun. He had waited, in silence until I left. That was something. Wasn't it?

I felt a little proud. Now I knew one person who didn't despise me.

Or, no.

I didn't know him. I don't even know his name. All I know is that he stuck around to make sure nothing happened on his parole. Maybe he hadn't cared about me sitting there. He had just been taking a long break and had used me as an excuse.

Yea.

That must be it.

Even if it wasn't, he didn't know who I was. He wouldn't have stuck around if he had. No one had before.

I guess I was alone after all.

He would probably never come back to that roof.

Aizawa

He was so tired. It was two in the morning. He had to wake up in five hours. He hadn't even started grading yet. He stumbled into the kitchen, making himself a strong pot of coffee. This was going to be a long night.

He got the papers out. This was an important test. Depending on how they did, this Is what he would base his expulsions on. He had given the class chance after chance. None of then had shown the potential UA alumni or even second years should have. Depending on this test, he would have to ruin some dreams. He would save some lives in the process too.

A lot was riding on this test.

Which was why it would be great if he could grade them.

He yawned. No, not tonight. He needed to sleep tonight. He wasn't in the right mindset to make these decisions tonight. Not when those e/c eyes still flashed in his head. Not when he still worried that she hadn't gone home. He would sleep tonight and grade tomorrow. His students deserved for him to have a clear head when he decided as important as this.

He left the coffee.

He didn't make it to the bed.

He didn't make it out of his hero costume.

He just crashed on the couch.

He had a long day tomorrow. He had class, had to grade all the papers. He also knew he would find himself back on that roof. He just hoped he would find her there again. Maybe this time, he would offer his name. Maybe this time, he would get hers.