Eraserhead and Scribe II

Eraserhead and Scribe II Epilogue

Class 1-A was indulging in a rare game of soccer against Class 1-B on the day Scribe returned from the hospital. Aizawa helped her out of the taxi, and she leaned against him, her gaze on the kids. Aizawa looked that way, too. "I didn't tell them you were coming back today."

She glanced up at him, a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It might be fun to surprise them?"

"You're likely to get mobbed. They were pissed they couldn't come see you en masse."

"Me too, actually." She shrugged. "Silly hospital rules."

"Silly school rules, too." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Not letting tomorrow's heroes out of the school gates without direct adult supervision."

"Tomorrow's heroes nothing." She nodded at the kids on the field who still had not noticed her. "They're heroes now."

As if he'd heard her, Midoriya turned and froze in place so suddenly the soccer ball hit him in the head, bouncing off. Ochaco looked to see what had caught his attention and let out a whoop of surprised delight.

"Here we go." Aizawa startled her by swooping her up in his arms and running in the opposite direction.

She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck in surprised delight. "What are you doing?"

"Getting a little distance so I can get you settled somewhere before they descend on you." He grinned, bolting up a hill. "If we just stand there, they'll smother you." He stopped at the top of the hill, setting her down gently and pulling a blanket out of a bag to wrap around her shoulders.

"Shota, I'm not an invalid!" She protested, still laughing.

"Precautions." He kissed her. "I'm taking no chances." He whirled then to face the stampede coming up the hill. She saw his hair stand on end and knew his eyes were glowing red at the kids. They all came to a halt and she realized Class 1-B had followed 1-A up the hill. "Listen up, problem children, Miss Scribe is fresh from the hospital and needs peace and quiet."

"Like hell I do." Scribe grinned and threw the blanket off, holding out her arms. "I need hugs." She beckoned to them and most of them pounced on her in spite of Aizawa's intimidating appearance. Yaoyarozu and Jiro threw themselves on the blanket next to her, Ochaco and Tsu at her feet, and Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugo stationed themselves nearby, almost like sentries as the others took turns welcoming her back to the school.

Class 1-B welcomed her more sedately, then turned back to the field, and many of Class 1-A accepted the invitation. Midoriya and Bakugo were the last to leave, and finally they did, too. Aizawa reclined on the blanket he'd brought to cover her shoulders. "Satisfied?"

She smiled, watching the kids play on the field below them. She turned her head to look at him, then laid her head on his chest. "Very."

***

Aizawa kissed her forehead and let her relax against him as the kids went back to their game. He couldn't help but wonder how long this respite would last, however. He wasn't a fool. He knew her heart had been mended by Shigaraki, of all people.

Maybe her capture and trial hadn't been at Shigaraki's behest, but it had been done for him, and undone by him. Shigaraki had always held the cards in this game, even if he hadn't always known it. And now he'd given the prize back to Aizawa.

And oh, what a prize. He couldn't believe he'd gone a month without holding her like this. His students showed so much more promise in her presence than without her. He'd seen it just moments before when Tsu hesitated to return to the game and even Bakugo hadn't wanted to leave her.

They all needed her and Shigaraki had given her back to them.

What would he want in return?

This is the end of this part of Eraserhead and Scribe. I wrote this one to answer some questions I felt I left unanswered during the first part (the one that got way longer than I intended!). I really need to return to my own projects now, but Scribe is already whispering about this thing that happened to her and Eraserhead while they were in America. I guess we'll see which one of us is more determined...which one of us has better control over my mind...eh, pretty?