All I Have Is All You Gave To Me [Young!Aizawa x Reader]

45 Sabotage - Beastie Boys

So while you sit back and wonder why

I got this fuckin' thorn in my side

Oh my god, it's a mirage

I'm tellin' y'all, it's sabotage

The weeks leading up to the Sports Festival were always extremely taxing, no exception. I had no idea why they put us through this, as we were all absolutely wrecked by the time the Festival came around. It was pure insanity, nothing else. But we had to get through it and somehow try to expend less effort now, so we could preserve at least some strength for the Festival.

At least we got good at faking that we were making an effort during training. Maybe at some point that skill would help us in our careers, but I somehow doubted it. Or maybe they wanted to teach us the hard way to save our strength, just in case we might need it later. Who knew.

I definitely didn't know, as I was letting my anger out on a punching bag, while Shouta was taking a break, watching. What was I angry about? I had no idea. I was just frustrated with everything, I suppose. Shouta was watching me kicking and beating the punching bag with raised eyebrows.

"Are you... okay?" he asked after a while, when I ran out of breath. I was panting and gasping for air, as I shrugged.

"Maybe. I dunno." I answered and continued attacking the punching bag. Shouta came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"You need a break." he just said. I shook my head. I was stubborn and all I wanted for this year's Sports Festival was to beat Sensoji. And hopefully Yuki, too, if I got the chance. Break? My ass.

"I don't need breaks." I muttered.

"Bullshit. You do. You can barely breathe properly anymore. Come on, sit down. What's got you so worked up, huh?"

I sighed. I honestly didn't have a good reason to be this worked up, I was just really frustrated and annoyed and angry and wanted to let it out on something or someone. I knew myself that it was dumb, but that didn't really stop me from being angry. Maybe it was that everything seemed to be going too well at the moment? Maybe I was just expecting something to go wrong and was mad that nothing bad had happened this school year yet? Who knew.

"No idea. I'm just mad. I don't even have a reason." I grumbled, as I sat down next to Shouta.

"Fair enough. But now is the time to relax, teacher just went out to get something from the staff room. He'll be gone for at least 20 minutes. I honestly can't believe they're doing the same boot camp routine with us again... " Shouta explained. I sighed and nodded. This was stressful.

"I know. It's pretty discouraging to go all out and then be told to do it again for another two weeks. And for me, it's purely physical training, instead of Quirk training most of the time. I don't think I remember days when my muscles haven't been sore." I replied, burying my head in my hands.

Shouta pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head. I sighed against his chest, as he rocked me back and forth gently. He was right, I needed a break and this was exactly the kind of break I needed. This was as relaxing as it could get.

"We'll manage to get through somehow. Not like we're gonna get far in the tournament anyway." Shouta replied with a sigh. I shook my head. That wasn't true. I was sure he'd get far. He has been putting a lot of effort into training with his capture weapon recently and if anyone could get far, it was him.

"Bullshit. You'll get far. You're really good and you're working so hard, too. I'm sure you'll be great as a hero once we manage to get through U.A. And it's only two more years!" I said, trying to cheer him up. But Shouta just frowned and shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"No, I don't think so. Sure, I work hard and all, but it's no use. I'm still not really any further than last year. I find it kind of difficult to actually imagine myself working as a hero. Seems like I might not even make it." he muttered. I grabbed his hands, causing him to look up at me.

"Shou, no. Of course you'll make it! We're all going to make it, I'm sure we will. You've got the most amazing Quirk and you're incredibly determined. Don't put yourself down like that." I replied, trying to cheer him up. He sighed and smiled weakly. I knew he didn't really believe what I just told him, but he pulled me into a short, sweet kiss anyway. It was only then that I realized we hadn't had much time lately to do anything together. Maybe that's why I was so frustrated all the time?

"Thanks for believing in me." he said quietly.

"Sheesh, get a fucking room, you two!" someone shouted at them and there was some laughter from one corner of the gym. I saw Yuki shooting me a glare and then scoffing with a condescending grin.

"You've got no shame, do you, (L/N)?" she spat, before turning around. Hideko, who was standing beside her, gave me an apologetic look, for which she got a lethal glare from Yuki. Poor Hideko.

I felt really sorry for her. Yuki was probably angry as hell with her all the time. I knew how bossy she could be and being on her bad side definitely wasn't fun. Not at all. It sucked big time.

"Well, at least I have a boyfriend and you don't, so just get over yourself already, Yuki." I replied to her, rolling my eyes. Shouta sighed. I knew he didn't like to be involved in anything that even remotely resembled drama, but here we were. Yuki turned around to face me again.

"At least I have standards. What are you gonna do when he becomes a villain with that kind of Quirk? You two gonna be some Bonnie and Clyde type of couple or something?" she shot back.

I was about to get up and lunge at her, but was interrupted when we heard someone screaming loudly and another loud voice apologizing profusely. Shit. That was Hizashi and someone else. What the hell had he done now? Shouta got up and grabbed my hand, pulling me along with him and away from Yuki, which was probably for the best. We made our way over to Hizashi.

He was standing over one of our classmates who was bleeding from the ears, apologizing profusely, as our classmate was just screaming in pain. Hizashi looked like he was completely panicked, as he kept talking at him over and over again, not realizing that he could probably not hear him.

"Hizashi, what the hell did you do?" Shouta asked him. Oboro had finally made his way over to us as well.

"Shit, he needs to go to the nurse. We need to get him to Recovery Girl!" Oboro exclaimed when he saw what was going on.

"I... I don't know what happened, I must have lost control of... of my Quirk, we were sparring and he suddenly was on the ground, screaming and bleeding and... I didn't mean to! It was an accident!" Hizashi blurted out. He looked like he was completely in shock. I sighed. They both had to go to Recovery Girl...

"Shou, Oboro, we need to get both of them to the nurse. Come on, quick." I told them and put my arm around Hizashi who was still completely distraught, blurting out apologies and explanations.

Oboro and Shouta picked up our classmate, trying to calm him down. We made our way out of the gym, well aware that people were staring at us. I nervously fidgeted with my PE uniform while we made our way outside and into the main building again. I hated when there was this kind of attention on me.

"I'm sorry. Shit, I don't know what..." Hizashi was still saying. I rubbed his back a little, as we were walking through the hallways.

"Ssh, it's alright. We're going to Recovery Girl, he'll be fine again." I said to him and gulped. Well, I didn't really know whether he'd be fine. I sure hoped he would be... Probably. What a great start to the year.