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i)
Dorm living, as it turned out, was both better and worse than expected. Whomever decided to cram the most trying class in UA history, into one living space clearly did not have to be the ones who wrangled them on a daily basis. That responsibility landed squarely on the slumped shoulders of Eraserhead and Present Mic.
They spent much of the first day picking up, or supervising drop offs. The remaining few hours left were utilised to make sure each student was settling down, as well as issuing the room assignments. Aizawa ignored the petulant whining that followed, the teens upset at not being able to pick their own rooms. He didn’t bother explaining to them that every room was set out in a way that was both the most convenient and safest according to each students’ personality and quirk.
When everyone eventually settled down, and the winner of the impromptu room competition decided, Iida summoned everyone, sans Bakugo, to the living area to go over the dorm rules. The two Pro Heroes let the class rep lead, interjecting every now and then to add or adjust a rule. By the end Uraraka and Midoriya had very helpfully made it into an eye-catching poster that now hung on the common room wall.
After the first few inevitable bouts of petty fights and arguments that followed, the rule poster had some adjustments made. Some rules crossed out and others edited with a bright red pen. A few extra rules were added in the shape of post-it notes as was needed. After another few days a laminated piece of paper was added next to the rule poster, showing a set schedule. One of the things on the sheet included movie night dates and themes. Tonight happened to be Girl’s movie night. Currently the female students of Class 1-A sat spread out over the common area, everybody in various states of boredom as no one could decide on what to watch.
“How about a horror?” Uraraka suggested, breaking the silence that had hung over the room for a while now.
“Nah, we watched Horror’s last week.” Jiro replied, not looking up as she leisurely scrolled through her phone. She had her feet thrown over the arm of the couch, kicking casually into the air.
A pink hand shot up from the floor, weaving lazily side to side, “Yea, besides, it ain’t nearly as much fun to watch scary movies without Bakugo!” Mins said where she laid sprawled on the floor, her feet propped up on the couch next to Jiro’s head. Finding out Bakugo was terrified of horror movies was one of the highlights of last week. The explosive teen was less than thrilled when Kirishima came up to him afterwards to reassure Bakugo that the red head still thought of him as ‘very manly’. Eraserhead had to restrain the blond from killing his best only friend.
“What about Love, Simon?” Momo suggested, walking out of the kitchen, two large bowls of popcorn in each hand. She paused to hand the one off to Toru, before settling down next to Mina’s legs. Leaning over the rosy-colored legs, she offered Jiro some.
Jiro grabbed a handful, “I think Todoroki wants to watch that one.”
“I would like to watch The Shape of Water, ribbit.” Tsuyu piped up from the armchair. The other girls shared an apprehensive glance, none of them really wanting to watch the slightly disturbing movie. Luckily they were saved from coming up with a polite excuse when the front clicked open.
Eraserhead stepped in, looking decisively more haggard (and wet) than before. He’d left earlier in the evening, with strict instructions not to do anything that might cause a national incident. Again.
He flipped up his goggles scanning the room. His gaze levelled out into a flat glare as he picked up in the distinct lack of testosterone, “Where’s the others?”
The air shifted tensely. All the girls simultaneously remembered the hurried scrawl of ‘No students will be left in the dorms without supervision’ in big bold letters at the centre most top of the poster, followed by ‘after dark’, in thin curly letters.
Uraraka rubbed the back of her head, trying her hardest to meet their teacher’s eyes, “ehm...Well”
“All Might took all the boys out for ice-cream.” Momo interrupted. Dark eyes turned to her and she jumped tacking on a hasty, “T-they only left 10 minutes ago,” she stammered holding her hands up, “-and we he had to assure him that we’d be fine since Mic-sensei should be back from his radio show in an hour.”
A pause. The underground hero’s lip thinned out in a straight line, “Fine.” He sighed moving past them. His boots left a wet imprint on the floor as he disappeared further into the dorm.
“I don’t remember it raining? Ribbit.”
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Uraraka stared disinterested at the happenings on screen. They finally decided on a movie 20 minutes ago, but the anti-gravity teenager soon lost interest when any action had yet to happen on screen. Not even laying on her back and watching the screen upside down could make the movie interesting. A quick scan across the room showed that she wasn’t the only one bored out of her mind. From the soft snores on the other end of the couch, she was pretty sure Toru had drifted off to sleep.
She dug her toes into the material of Toru’s shirt, presumably where the other girl’s hip bone ended. The material jerked and an invisible force smacked at Uraraka’s foot with a yelp. She didn’t relent, pressing her toes more insistently into the other girl’s side. Invisible arms wrapped themselves around her midriff, driving her further off the couch. It wasn’t long till their area of the couch dissolved into a muffled wrestling match.
Eraser reappeared dressed in dry sweats and hair still dripping wet. He wore the same ones as this morning, a large coffee stain near the knee of the right leg where Present Mic had startled him and made him spill coffee. Uraraka perked up: she might just have had an idea that could relieve their boredom. Giving Toru one more hard shove, careful not to let all her fingers touch, she shuffled over closer towards the edge of the couch. Toru landed on the floor with a yelp.
“Aizawa-Sensei?..” Uraraka asked hesitantly, still unsure of whether she should make the request or not. She frowned, pouting slightly. If they didn’t find something more fun to do then the boys would end up having more fun on what was supposed to considered girls night. Mind made up she smiled innocently up at their Homeroom teacher “Can we do your hair?”
All the girls perked up at that and Momo paused the movie. They were all looking at him with thinly veiled excitement. Eraser sighed, flopping down onto the couch, “Do what you want, I don’t really care.”
The girls all cheered. Although even with consent they were a bit hesitant to approach. Uraraka didn’t really expect him to say yes. She finally gathered up enough courage to move behind the couch. Tentatively she stretched out a hand and took hold of a small strand of Eraser’s hair. When the pro hero didn’t move or protest she gathered up the rest fanning it out over the couch’s back rest. The dark locks were still clumped together and dripping from the shower, “We’re going to need to dry these first.”
Momo jumped forward, “I got this!” she activated her quirk, glad she was wearing the purple crop top she’d gotten from Mina last week. Something she could only wear whenever that creepy perv Mineta wasn’t around. She pulled out a sleek, battery powered hairdryer. The kind she’d seen the stylists use during her internship. She’d insisted (politely) to be allowed to study the thing.
“This wasn’t a situation that required you to make use of your Quirk.”
Momo felt her cheeks redden at Eraser’s dry reprimanding. They were discouraged from using their Quirks at the dorms, despite still technically being on UA grounds. It was a means to lessen the destruction that can be caused by cramming a bunch of hormonal Quirked teens into one living space 24/7. It was also the least most followed rule.
Uraraka sent her a small smile in thanks taking the offered item. Eraser let his eyes slide shut when the sound of the hairdryer being switched on filled the room. It took a while for his hair to dry completely. It being longer and thicker than the teenager expected. In the meantime the other girls left to gather the rest of the items they might need.
Eraser opened his eyes when the noise finally cut out. His hair was dry now but unfortunately, thanks to the busy motion of the hairdryer and hot air billowing from all sides, it was more tangled than before. Toru was a jumping silhouette of clothes as she moved to take Uraraka’s place, “Oh! Let me, I’m really good with knots and tangles!”
“You are?” the gravity girl asked, a little disbelieving. She moved aside regardless, setting the hairdyer down on the table.
“Yeah! How else do you guys think I manage to keep my long hair looking this good?”
“Of course!” Momo jumped, slapping a hand over Tsuyu’s mouth before she could say anything, “Our bad.”
Brushing out Eraser’s hair took even longer than blow drying did. Mina moved to join Toru. The girls stood on either side of his head working steadily on detangling and brushing out the knots. Jiro had pulled out one of her numerous speakers (“How many of those do you actually have?!” “Mind your own business!”) And turned into their impromptu DJ.
Uraraka stifled a giggle when she saw that their teacher had fallen asleep under the gentle ministrations of the two girls. He had his chin tucked into his scarf, his arms crossed and was breathing deeply. Momo joined in on her muted cooing.
Their teacher being passed out, asleep, was definitely not an unusual scene, it happened on a daily basis in all sorts of situations and environments, but seeing him passed out while Mina and Toru brushed out his hair with glittery gold and pink brushes was just adorable.
Jiro looked up from her phone long enough to take a quick snap and a few seconds later all their phones lit up with a notification. Uraraka unlocked her phone, ignoring the cracks across the screen to see Jiro had sent the picture on the class groupchat with the caption ‘Dadsawa fell asleep during movie night again :/’
The girls settled on doing his hair up in just a small light braid so as not to wake him up. Mina tied it off with one of her own bright red lint bows. They gently laid the braid down the side of his neck. Inspired and excited the girls settled down on the carpet to do their own hair. Uraraka concentrated hard as she floated the hair products from girl to girl as requested.
A loud bang startled the occupants of the room. In a blink Eraser stood between them and the door, clutching the long loops of his capture weapon. Present Mic stood in the doorway having the decency to look sheepish. Eraser relaxed his stance but didn’t lower his capture weapon.
“Oops?” Mic apologized, shooting awkward finger guns in Eraser’s direction. No response. He eyed the floating tendrils of the weapon with nervous eyes, “You’re hair looks really pretty?”
Eraser nailed him in the face with one of the brushes that had floated too far.
ii)
Aizawa didn’t put sentimental value to things or places. He didn’t see the value in it, but right now he caught himself yearning for his apartment prior to moving into the dorms. It was nothing special and the water tended to cut out from time to time, but at least when there, there were no nosy teenagers that butted into his life. He pulled at the restricting material again feeling his irritation soar. He couldn’t even take a fucking nap in these things. Aizawa was so absorbed in his irritation he didn’t notice the other hero rounding the corner the same time as he did. There was a throb of pain as something heavy connected with his chest and head. A very familiar voice cried out and flailed taking a couple steps back.
“Ow~” Hizashi whined, rubbing his chin. The voice hero was fully kitted out in his hero gear, having just come back from patrol.
Aizawa glared disdainfully at the centre most directional speaker, rubbing at the indentation the thing probably left on his chest. He turned his disdain from the offending object to Hizashi ready to chew him out, except the blond was staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face. Or more specifically, he was staring at Aizawa’s legs, “What?”
Mic blinked. Aizawa watched, fighting to keep the amusement off his face as the voice hero turned a brilliant shade of red and spluttered out a nervous, “Nothing,” the blond scratched at the back of his head shifting his gaze to the side, “Just, uh… I like your, uhm, jeans.”
“Thanks,” Aizawa looked down at his pants, brushing the side of his thighs. His calloused fingers snagged lightly on the coarse material, “They were on sale.” A pause, “And its laundry week. The brats have taken all my clothes hostage.”
“Ah.” The voice hero was uncharacteristically at a loss for words as his green eyes kept flicking down to his jean-clad legs and back numerous times.
“They’re just jeans, Hizashi.” Aizawa stated flatly. He'd been out with Nemuri when the R-rated hero spotted them in the window of a shop. She had manhandled him into the shop by the back of his scarf and wouldn’t let him leave till he bought himself a pair. He never wore them, preferring his baggy sweatpants.
“And my ah..” Hizashi pointed in the general direction of Aizawa’s chest, “My uhm, shirt.” He finished lamely trailing off at the end.
Aizawa plucked at the (uncomfortably low) neckline of the bright yellow shirt he was wearing. The text on it read in big bold letters ‘I’m good in bed!’ and underneath in smaller letters ‘I can sleep for days.’ He'd pulled it out of the back of Hizashi’s closet after he realised the children had taken all of his clothes for washing. He didn’t even know why Hizashi owned something like this. It didn’t seem to match his usual vibrant style of clothing. Except for the obnoxiously bright colour of course.
He crossed his arms, hand clutching slightly at the scarred flesh of his elbow, “You want it back?”
“Nope!” Hizashi made a quick escape around Aizawa throwing a hasty, “You can keep it!” over his shoulder as he went.
iii)
Hizashi’s heart might be actively out to kill him this time. Why else would it be beating so painfully fast?
He had plenty of memorable moments in his life that would stick with him. The first being when he was a small child and had fallen, scraping his knee real bad. The subsequent wail had been so loud he’d consequently ruptured his own ear drums and hurt those of the people around him. It’s the first memory he has of using his quirk.
He had other memorable moments, like the first villain he ever took down during his internship and his first Sport’s Festival when Aizawa wiped the floor with him and woke up the bisexual soul inside of him. Hizashi had developed a bit of a (okay full blown) crush on the scruffy dark haired boy back then. He still got a bit embarrassed when he thought back to all the hours he spent gushing to a bored Tensei about Aizawa.
He’d grown out of the crush by the time they all became pro heroes. Except Hizashi thought he did. But Aizawa’s students seem determined to turn the small spark burning in the back of his mind into the flaming roaring fire it had been when they were teens.
Point standing when Hizashi innocently walked into the kitchen to be met with an eyeful of a shirtless Aizawa. And yeah it’s easy to forget that, under the too large baggy clothes the other pro hero usually wears, Aizawa was ripped. Hizashi’s brain might have short circuited slightly when he saw him. It took an embarrassing amount of time for it to reboot. This was even worse than the form fitting yellow shirt of the other day. From his vantage point at the kitchen’s entryway he could mostly just see Aizawa’s back. His very toned back. He was dimly aware of Todoroki and Midoriya standing to the side of the kitchen, the latter looking very nervous.
“Hey, hey, what happened here young listeners?” Hizashi prided himself on keeping his voice in its normal, slightly upbeat tone. It was Midoriya who answered him. Or well tried to. The boy was mumbling, looking down at his wringing hands. Hizashi was sure even if his hearing hadn’t been as damaged as it was he’d have had a hard time hearing him, “What?”
“I set the dish towels on fire.” Todoroki said.
Hizashi looked from the dual haired boy to a pile of something still smoking in the corner, back to the boy. Todoroki refused to meet any of their eyes and Midoriya stopped fiddling with his hands in favour of sending the taller boy worried looks.
“What,” Hizashi asked incredulous, “On purpose?” hiss question was met with a smack of something wet hitting him in the face. Hizashi squawked pulling the surprisingly heavy object off his face. He readjusted his glasses and peered down. It was Aizawa’s soaking wet jacket, smouldering slightly at the edges. Ah, that’s why he was topless.
“No.” Todoroki answered. Despite the calm tone it was obvious to the two heroes that the taller boy seemed a bit shaken by the accident. He might have come to UA highly recommended due to the immense power his dual-quirk possessed, but both teachers knew Todoroki was still wildly insecure about his left side. Hizashi crossed his arms, listing slightly to the side. Of course he’d take something as silly as setting the towels on fire this hard.
Aizawa made his way over to the boys stopping short of the two. He fixed his eyes on Todoroki. Hizashi was sure Aizawa was going to chew the taller of the two out for losing control of his Quirk.
“Hey Shota…” He couldn’t help interject when he saw the way Todoroki hunched down lower in on his shoulders. Bad move. Aizawa shot a withering look his way before turning back to the boys.
“It’s fine.” Aizawa drawled surprising everyone. He crossed his arms and Hizashi found himself distracted again by the bulge of the other hero’s biceps at the movement, “You’re hardly the first to lose control of their quirk-“, he gestured in the air, waving his hand slowly back and forth. His forearms were of notable size as well and with Aizawa faced to the side like that Hizashi got a quick glimpse of a toned stomach. The blond hero shook his head before his thoughts could get too far away from him. He tuned back in to catch the tail end of what Aizawa was saying, “…and when Mic finally realised he’d been petting a cockroach on his desk he let out a shriek so loud, half the school was nearly deafened.”
“Hey!” Hizashi interjected offended. He waved his arms around in wild jerky movements, “Everybody was scared of bugs when they were younger!”
“Mic, this was two years ago.”
“Don’t you have a shirt to go put on or something?!” Hizashi replied huffily. Aizawa rolled his eyes but went to do just that. Todoroki followed with the excuse of having to go do homework. The boy still seemed a bit down but Aizawa’s story seemed to have cheered him up at least a little bit. Mic put a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder before the boy could follow.
“Hey, between me and you, do you know why you’re friend suddenly lost control of his quirk?”
The green-haired boy shook his head. He furrowed his brow in an oddly serious manner, “No, I just came out of the shower. I knew Todoroki had dish duty and I was just pulling on my shirt when I walked into the kitche-“ The boy jumped when the blond hero suddenly let out a raucous laugh. Midoriya tilted his head to the side blinking confused.
Hizashi couldn’t fight the grin off his face. The accident suddenly made a lot of sense. Quirk’s and hormonal teenagers did not mix well. Hizashi clapped the green haired boy’s shoulder reassuringly, “I wouldn’t worry about your friend too much.”
He made to leave the kitchen pausing at the door to give one more piece of advice, “You might not want to walk with a shirt off though kiddo, ya dig?”
iv)
Aizawa sat on the couch, his head resting on the palm of his hands, looking like he’d much rather be the opposite of conscious right now. Iida Tenya on the other hand was standing directly in front (and a respectable distance from the pro hero) doing his best Mr. Roboto impersonation and talking a mile a minute.
“Aizawa-sensei, while we as students respect and admire you greatly. It is my obligated duty as Class President to not only take care and ensure the work ethics and stability of my classmates, but that of our teacher as well,” Here Iida went from gesturing choppily into the air to robotically slapping his hands against his palm, “For we cannot be a class if we don’t have a teacher. So I must insist on putting my foot down.”
Present Mic decided to step in and save the other pro hero from what looks like a lengthy lecture. Iida certainly did take after his older brother. Mic stepped fully into the room, closing the door with an audible click. He held up his hands in a placating matter when all eyes turned to him, “What seems to be the problem here dear listeners?”
Iida turned sharply towards him, the lights glinting off his glasses menacingly. Suddenly Hizashi rethought his stance on saving Aizawa from the lecture, he no doubtfully earned. He had just come home from the radio station to the scene unfolding in front of him. Hizashi didn’t even know what Aizawa had done to earn the punishing wrath of a Tenya’s lecture.
A good 10 minutes later Hizashi was still no closer to understanding what happened. Though that might be from zoning out as soon as Iida focused his lecture towards him. He was about ready to belt out Hallelujah full-force when it started to look like Iida was finally winding down his lecture. After his own highschool experience he never thought he’d ever be on the receiving end of one of a Tenya lecture ever again.
“-and as the only other adult in this dorm and thus the only other authority figure I must insist on you punishing Aizawa-sensei as to discourage this sort of behaviour in the future.” Iida finished firmly. And yeah maybe Mic has been hanging out with Midnight too much because the words ‘Aizawa’ and ‘Punishment’ suddenly sent dangerous images into his head that would have the R-rated hero cackling manically. As it is Hizashi had a hard time fighting a blush of his own, trying hard not to appear flustered. The roiling in his gut and heat on his neck seems to show his failure at doing that. The teen continued to stare at him expectant.
“Right,” Mic said, wincing at the too high pitch to his voice. He cleared his throat and this time his voice came out a bit more normally, “I’ll get on that.”
“Oh? Will you now?” Aizawa’s monotonous drawl came from behind and Mic turned his attention back to him to see the other had leaned back into the couch cushions, his arms crossed In front of him and his legs scandalously (at least to Hizashi’s mind) wide apart. Aizawa couldn’t be doing that on purpose but it sure as hell felt like he was. Especially with how he added a bit of a growl to his normal drawl. And yup time to break up his family meeting now-
“Alright dear children, time for bed!” by the winces in the room he might have put a bit of his Quirk into the yell. Whoops.
v)
This was the last straw. Hizashi couldn’t take this passive aggressive attacks against his heart anymore. He’s not sure his heart could hold out much longer if he tried. Besides he was tired. He had a day-shift of patrol and the graveyard segment on his radio show, not to mention the morning classes he taught at UA. He loved doing all three, but they sometimes left him bone dead tired afterwards. The only thing he could think about on his commute back was falling face first down on his bed for a very long well-earned rest. Except now he can’t because the object of his present restless thoughts was camped out in his bed.
Aizawa laid curled up on his side. On Hizashi's bed. Fast asleep.
His hair was fanned out behind him in a dark arc and ever since the girls made it their mission to brush it out almost every night, Aizawa’s hair looked softer and gleamed in the little light coming in from the lit hallway. Hizashi barely restrained himself from reaching out and brushing his fingers through the silky locks. The permanent black smudges under Aizawa’s eyes made it impossible to discern how long the underground hero had been asleep for. Still, Hazashi would like to catch some sleep himself before school tomorrow and he will definitely not be able to rest with the object of his newly reawakened affections laying a few feet away from him.
Hizashi crouched down in front of Aizawa. When Aizawa was asleep like this he looked a lot younger than his usual grumpypuss self. He brushed a finger lightly against the scar underneath the other’s eye. The heart-wrenching panic of that day still clung to the edges of his dreams at night. It wasn’t the first time one of them had gotten that severely injured, they were all Pro Heroes. It came with the job description, but the attack during the U.S.J. exercise had felt different. It had been right in the middle of U.A. grounds. An entire area filled with Pro Heroes and extraordinary Quirk users and still they had come terribly horrifyingly close to losing one of their own. Hizashi wasn’t sure what he would do if-
“Ar’you jus’ gonna sit there and watch me or are you gonna go t’sleep?”
The teenagers in the dorm got rudely awaken by an ungodly shriek that night.
Hizashi found out in the morning that thanks to a prank gone wrong, Aizawa couldn’t get into his own room that night. Sero and the other perpetrators spent the following afternoon sulkily scraping the hot glue, glitter and tape mess off of Aizawa’s door and adjoining hall wall.
1)
This was it. The end of Hizashi’s rope. He couldn’t take any more of it. He glared accursedly at the scene in front of him. Almost all of Class 1-A was camped out in the living room. The late afternoon sun showered the room in a bright orange glow. The source of his anger was curled up on the floor snoring softly. Aizawa had built a wall of paper between him and the rest. A clear indication of his want not to be disturbed.
It wouldn’t have bothered Hizashi as much if the dark haired hero had been curled up in his usual ratty yellow sleeping bag, but no. Aizawa was curled up in an obviously brand new and sleek sleeping bag. The sun’s rays glittered off the shiny black material. The faux cat ears on the sleeping bag casted long shadows on the floor in front of him. Hizashi’s eye twitched when he spotted what looked like a tail curling around Aizawa’s hip and disappearing underneath his head.
It was too fuckin cute. He had no doubt the gift had come from Aizawa’s students. If he knew that this would be the outcome Hizashi would never have helped them steal the old yellow one out from underneath Aizawa’s nose.
“You’re killing me!,”, Aizawa woke up with a snort and a flash of red tinted eyes. The teenagers jumped at Hizashi’s outburst, he continued, “You’re killing your Sensei!” Aizawa glared up at him apprehensively as the blond moved closer to him. The voice hero easily picked up the other in one swift swoop, settling him over his shoulder like a sack, “I hope you children are happy!”
Hizashi made for the bedroom, ignoring the growled protests of the man in his arms. He stopped, thought better of it, and exited out the front door again.
“What the fuck is his problem?” Bakugo voiced what they all were thinking, albeit a bit more vulgarly. Mina jumped across the couch, kneeing the explosive blond in the stomach as she went. Bakugo’s hands were already starting to spark as he made a move after the pink teen. Kirishima grabbed him by his shirt pulling him back down onto the couch. He activated his quirk keeping Bakugo trapped to his chest. Everybody ignored the blond’s shouts of anger. Too used to it at this point. Mina peered out the window to the parking lot below, “They’re down there.”
She was quickly joined by Kaminari, Aoyama and Toru, all of them skirting warily around the still flailing explosive teen. Uraraka gave a guilty smile to Iida moving to join the others at the crowded window. She could already sense her friend gearing up for another lecture about hero-like behaviour. Uraraka touched her fingers together activating her Quirk in the hopes of getting a better view.
“I must insist that you people cease and desist this despicable behaviour immediately!” Iida was in full lecturer mode, hammering his hand into the hair in front of him as usual. Tokoyami joined the taller teen, moving to stand next to him,
“I must agree. Our teachers are entitled to their pri-“ Tokoyami cut himself off with a squawk as Dark Shadow came darting out from underneath his cloak, hovering over Aoyama’s shoulder in the shade casted by Uraraka. Aoyama looked ready to faint having it floating so close to his soft fleshy neck. Tokoyami looked extremely embarrassed as he berated his demon to no avail
“Oh hush you guys!” Mina waved her hand at Iida, not turning away from the window, “Don’t be such buzzkills. Besides nothin’ interestin’ is happenin’.” Iida fixed his glassed, offended.
“It just seems like they’re talking.” Uraraka said, all previous pretense of sheepishness gone as she leaned her face a bit closer to the window, “Well… Mic-Sensei seems to do all the talking...”
It was true. Present Mic’s hands flew all over the place nearly hitting the man in front of him. Clearly whatever they were talking about had Mic a nervous wreck. Eraser just looked like someone rudely woke him up. He still had the sleeping bag tucked over his head. Mic turned his head away and whatever he had said must have been a shock, because Eraser suddenly jerked back. This seemed to have upset the other hero. He turned sharply on his heel taking a step back to the dorm. A darkly-clad arm suddenly darted out from underneath the sleeping bag, halting the blond hero in his tracks.
“Well what’s happening?” Kirishima asked. He still had Bakugo pinned to his chest. Except Bakugo didn’t look like he was putting up much of a fight anymore. Instead it looked like the teen had calmed down leaning against Kirishima’s chest. The red head had even deactivated his Quirk.
Midoriya couldn’t help the small smile from spreading across his face at the sight. He was glad that someone was able to handle both Kacchan’s volatile Quirk and personality.
Two eyes turned sharply towards him, “What do you want you fuckin nerd?!”
Todoroki met Bakugo’s glare with one of his own, not so subtly moving between the two. Luckily Uraraka cut in before anything could happen.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to tell anythi- HOLY SHIT!”
Iida gave a scandalous gasp at the girl’s uncharacteristic swearing. He levelled an accusatory at Bakugo, certain of where she would have picked up such language. But even the blond looked mildly freaked out at her swearing. Mina and Aoyama squealed grabbing each other’s forearms,
“They kissed!”
That got everyone’s attention. They all turned to the window just in time to see Uraraka yelp and fall on top of those beneath her. Tokoyami’s demon disappeared and reappeared underneath his cloak looking extremely confused. Uraraka scratched the back of her head, “I think Aizawa-sensei caught us looking.”
“No kidding…” Mina wheezed from underneath Uraraka, “So how about’cya get off?”
“Please…” Aoyama pleaded, tearing up slightly, “My pelvis is getting crushed and I need that to use my Quirk…”
The three teens scrambled to untangle from each other. Toru offering a hand up, glad she managed to dodge getting caught up in the pile up. Footsteps from outside alerted the teens to the fact that the two adults were on their way back. Panic gripped the room as all of them scrambled to look like they were doing anything but spying on their teachers. The door slammed open as Mic came sauntering into the room a giant smile on his face. Behind him Eraser looked less than pleased at all of them. He had his sleeping bag thrown over his arm.
Iida and Kaminari were the first victims of Aizawa’s sweep of disapproval. The former in his panic had picked up a lamp and the two were studiously pretending to examine the object with great interest. Aizawa flicked his gaze over to the couch, noting with interest how Bakugo and Kirishima were cuddled up on it. The red head sent him a small wave looking the perfect picture of innocence. His blond companion gritted his teeth at the movement but made no move to escape Kirishima’s arms. A very red and nervous Midoriya caught his eye from where he was perched on top of Todoroki’s lap. The latter met Aizawa’s eyes with his usual blank stare. Next to them was Jiro pretending to scroll on her phone while Momo looked over her shoulder seemingly engrossed in whatever was on the screen. He finally settled his full glare on the four teens frozen near the window. He held their deer in headlights gaze for a few long beats. The tension in the room could have been cut through with a knife.
“Why so down kiddos!” Hizashi yelled, hand on hip. Clearly he needed to step in before Aizawa sends them all to an early grave without moving a muscle. That would be an interesting thing to explain to their parents. He cheerily asked whose turn it was to help him in the kitchen. It was like a switch had been flipped. Suddenly all the teens were a cacophony of noise fleeing down the hallway. “That’s the fastest I’ve gotten any of them to help me in the kitchen!” Hizashi frowned looking at the empty table, “Dunno what Iida is planning on cooking with that lamp, but you never know with Kaminari around!”
“I haven’t lecture-“
“Please, Shota, I saw your eyes. That was your murdering eyes. I did my heroic duty!”
“- I was just going to give them a stern talking to.”
Aizawa met Hizashi’s disbelieving scoff with an impassive glare. The blond hero had moved to stand in front of him, legs apart, hands on hips. He was bent at the hip slightly so that he was level with Aizawa and this fact only ticked the other hero off more.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure our kids report back to the living room for punishment,” Hizashi held up his index fingers, waving them to the side, “after dinner.”
Hizashi placed a quick kiss on the end of Aizawa’s nose, turning on his heel with a wink at the other underground hero before following the stampede of noisy teenagers. Aizawa sighed, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. He shuffled flopping face down on the couch. He just barely managed to hide his face before a traitorous smile broke out.