Amaurosis Fagux

by mistytales1303

"If I have to undo these bandages and end up in Recovery Girl's office; I'm expelling every last one of you," Aizawa growled. The rising noise immediately cut off. He could hear the desks hastily being scrapped against the tile back into their rightful places in fear. Good. They could use a little jolt of fear.

9. Just a Dash of Sass

I've come to the conclusion that I really need to look up more content for Class B to get their personalities down; so they might be OOC? I honestly don't know. I've been swamped this month with projects so I kind of… took on a lot lol. Also I thought Kan was taller… I mean he is taller than Aizawa but I thought he was like, easily a good half a foot taller, but he's just shy of that. The things ya learn. LIKE HOLY SHIT. ALL MIGHT! YOU'RE A TALL MAN HOW DID I FORGET THAT?

But I hope that you still enjoy this little chapter before we start going through all the staff in the Staff Polycule in the next few chapters~! I'm excited to do their "custody shifts". The cute shit be abound.

Enjoy!

Chapter 9: Just a Dash of Sass

Aizawa had dumped the duffle bag onto the bed once he had opened the door. His apartment key, like the rest of the staff's keys, was sort of a skeleton key for the apartments. It was entirely so that swapping teachers for dorm watch was easier. Messing with exchanging keys if there was an emergency was just asinine, after all. When in doubt he would have taken the couch, of course, but why squander a privilege that had been designed specifically to avoid situations like that? He may be able to sleep anywhere, but beds were still the best option.

But he couldn't just hide in the apartment all night. He hadn't packed any food, firstly. And secondly, it could potentially make it even more awkward if he just holed up in there for the night. He hadn't packed anything particularly time consuming to do, either. He'd only packed one 3D puzzle in case he woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. If he solved it before bed it wasn't going to keep his mind nearly as occupied as he might need it to later.

Aizawa resigned himself to his fate and twirled the cane in his hand once more. The action was starting to become calming for him. He hummed, pulling at his Capture Weapon idly. It was still light enough outside that he couldn't go walking around without his blindfold on. He wasn't keen on risking running into a student on the stairs because they weren't paying attention or hadn't noticed he was blind for the time being. Nevermind if he took a tumble down the stairs. He would not forgive himself if he injured a student because of it.

He chuckled darkly for a moment, twirling the cane once more. He stood, leaving the apartment easily and risking walking down just one flight. He made his way down the end of that hall, next. Once the cane hit the wall on the opposite end, he reached up and unlatched the window.

Kan had finally managed to wrangle all the students into the common room after an agonizing first few minutes of questions and overlapping voices. He sighed, crossing his arms, and looking over them all.

"Aizawa is staying," he repeated. "For one night. If I hear any of you giving him grief, it's an extra ten laps tomorrow at Ground Beta, understand?"

"But, Sensei, isn't he your rival, too?" Tokage asks.

…. Right.

Kan nodded once, accepting that he couldn't really argue that logical leap of theirs. "Yes, but he's also my coworker, and as I'm sure you've all noticed, he's been involved in a Quirk incident."

"The blindfold?" Kendo questions.

"A blindfold you are, under no circumstances, allowed to touch," Kan said sternly. The class exchanged some questioning looks, but they all seemed to get the idea well enough. It wouldn't hurt to really push the necessity of that home, however, and he wouldn't even have to half-lie about it. "Aside from the fact that it's under Recovery Girl's orders, I really don't want to deal with him judo flipping one of you because you thought you could get away with it."

"Would… would he really do that?" Shoda asks warily.

"He's blind and jumpy. He'll be angry and his reflexes are better than most of the staff. What do you think?" Kan asks flatly. Shoda simply nodded his understanding, looking down at the floor.

"Good. Anymore questi—"

A loud thump sounded from the side of the building, cutting Kan off. He paused, turning towards the sound with most of the class. Not long after, there was a softer thump. Kan's brain started to process the possibilities. There was no alarm, but that didn't mean there wasn't a villain on the school grounds, even with Nedzu's beefed up security. Aizawa was upstairs, so—wait. He was starting to remember the ghostings of an old conversation just as the front door opened and shut. Aizawa waltzed in and made his way right for the dining table. Kan's gaze followed him silently, baulking alongside half the class. Aizawa finished adjusting his Capture Weapon around his neck, cane in his free hand.

"Did…" Kan followed him to the dining room table, flabbergasted. "Did you… did you just leap from the top floor?"

"No," Aizawa said easily. "I jumped from the fourth floor."

"My god, Yamada wasn't bluffing…" Kan mumbled.

"…. I'm sorry, Aizawa-sensei, you did what?" Tokage asks loudly.

"Holy shit, Kiribro was telling the truth!" Tetsutetsu laughs, slapping the armrest of the couch.

"What? What did Kirishima tell you had happened?" Shoda asks.

"He did the same thing at their dorms," Tetsutetsu says. "Twice!"

"Blind?!"

"Maybe I should have just left you there with Snipe. Then he could deal with you," Kan grumbled, pinching his brow. Aizawa spun the cane, leaning on the back legs of the chair.

"Bold to assume he'd have been able to do anything about it, either."

"Should have stayed at that dorm, then," Kan grumbles, rubbing at his temples. "Have nineteen kids hound you about it instead."

"Should have thought of that before agreeing to this," Aizawa says. Kan glowered at him a moment before turning away.

"Alright, who's on dinner duty tonight?" he asks.

Aizawa lounged in the chair while the students started to do their typical routines. He'd gotten his teasing in for Kan. He could lay off him for a while now. He could smell food being prepared a few minutes later, the sound of the stove being used mingling with student conversation. It was a lot like how he'd be spending his time in the Class A dorm; except that he was missing the usual comfortableness to start conversation with any of these students. He was thankful when Kan eventually took up a seat next to him with a mug of coffee in hand. Aizawa heard him set it before him and reached out, only to hear it scrape against the table as Kan pulled it away.

"Don't jump from the window again and you can have it," Kan ordered.

Aizawa bit back a growl at both Kan's "offer" and the snicker of a few of the girls from the common room. He wanted to tell him to shove off, but he could do that later. Right now, he just wanted the sweet, bitter Satan drink sat before him.

"Deal."

Kan slid the mug into Aizawa's grasp with a proud smirk. "Good. I did promise Yamada I wouldn't let you get yourself hurt while you're here. And I like having my hearing intact."

"Smart man."

"I have a strong survival instinct," Kan says. Aizawa smirks into his mug, chugging half the coffee in one go.

Kan watched him a moment before his attention was pulled away. Tokage and Kendo took up seats at the table on his side, sliding notebooks onto the surface. Aizawa listened to the idle chatter of the room as Kan busied himself with homework assistance and a gentle lecture on Hero Discourse. It wasn't as if the discussion of who someone's favorite hero was hadn't come up in the Class A dorms—with Midoriya there it was a weekly occurrence. Nor was it uncommon to hear discussions on the actions of a certain hero over the course of the week, or who had recently debuted and how they were doing, or discussion over one controversy or another. He himself didn't partake in any of those discussions. He had made his thoughts on Heroes and media abundantly clear already and the class knew better.

Class B did not.

"But Lantern couldn't have done more than she did!" Tsuburaba says, taking up a seat on the other side of the table. Tokage lifts her head from her book.

"Do you mean with the train?" she asks. Tsuburaba slaps the top of the table.

"Yes! You heard, right?" he asks.

"I heard it was a disaster," Tokaga mumbles. Kendo bit her cheek, humming.

"What happened?" she asks.

"She used-d her Quirk on the guard's flashlight… and derailed the whole thing," Bondo says quietly. "A d-disaster is a very accurate description..."

"And then still posed for media pictures," Monoma adds, scoffing. "A very idiotic move on her part."

"She evacuated the train after the derailment and helped tend to the injured until EMTs arrived. By the time the media arrived there wasn't anything else to do," Tsuburaba says.

"Perhaps not derailing a train would have been a good start…" Tokage mumbles again. Tsuburaba glowered at her. He turned to Kan and Aizawa.

"Kan-sensei, did you hear about it?" Tsuburaba asks desperately. Kan slowly nodded his head, taking a sip of his coffee. He felt like he'd need it. "As a Pro, did she really do that badly?"

"As a Pro, she's still a fledgling," Kan says. "She blinded the man trying to take over the train when she used her Quirk, it just so happened the actual driver looked as well. Combination of bad luck and bad timing. But, I agree with Tokage, she could have done something else."

Tsuburaba huffed, resting his chin on the table. Shishida came up to the two boys, patting them both on their backs. "Don't you agree your debate is at a standstill if you both refuse to concede?"

"It's not a standstill!" Tsuburaba snaps. "Aizawa-sensei—!"

"No."

"—b-but—!" Tsuburaba floundered a little, taken aback by the abrupt shut down. Tokage snickered into her notebook. Shishida gave him one last pat before he slunk away a little further. He shook himself out, determined for one last shot. "Sensei, can't you at least give me one opinion on the matter?"

"My opinion probably isn't one you want to hear," Aizawa warns.

Kan was nodding slowly beside him. It was the man's own last-ditch effort to convince Tsuburaba not to take the bait and keep pushing. Alas, Tsuburaba still had to learn when to quit in certain situations so when he shook his head, flushed, and cleared his throat, Kan knew he was doomed.

"I do, sensei, that's why I'm asking," he says. "I'd rather have the opinion of both of you. I'd like to get multiple viewpoints on this. From professionals," Tsuburaba says pointedly, looking at Kendo and Tokage. Tokage stuck her tongue out at him.

"Mhm," Aizawa hummed, finishing his mug. He set it down on the table before answering. "She's a fresh debut?"

"Yes, sir," Shishida confirms. "She debuted last week."

Well, that explained why he hadn't heard of her before. He hadn't exactly been able to read any of the articles on new debut Pros, after all. Aizawa just nodded, prompting Shishida to continue.

"Her Quirk allows her to amplify any light emitted by an object or surface, so long as she touches it. She used it on the train guard's flashlight and ended up blinding the conductor as well, sending the train off the track. It was already going at a slow speed, so there weren't any casualties. The media has been split on how she used her Quirk and then her posing for the cameras afterward."

"After she helped the injured and evacuated the train!" Tsuburaba cuts in. "I say she did well for a first-time Pro job!"

"I say she could have used her combat training," Tokage says easily, kicking her feet. "Or at least warned the conductor before blinding him and the perp."

"Sounds like she didn't think about that, or decided against it," Aizawa says.

"It was a high stress situation!"

"It's being a Pro hero, Tsuburaba. What happens during an altercation and what you do after it is important. Since the derailment was her doing, albeit accidently, she shouldn't have posed for the cameras at all," Aizawa says. "Do you think there's a single Pro out there who hasn't, or won't have to, deal with one of those types of situations at least once? Half of them know not to do that."

"But the EMTs had already taken over," Tsuburaba says. Kan leaned back in his chair, content to leave Tsuburaba to Aizawa. The kid was determined, he'd give him that, but there were times you just accepted defeat and while the boy was certainly not one to let his determination rule his reasoning… he needed to learn this was one of those situations.

"Tsuburaba, have you ever seen Thirteen or Ectoplasm posing for the cameras in the midst of a disaster relief clean up?" Aizawa asks suddenly. Tsuburaba was quiet for a moment as he thought.

"No…"

"Why do you think that is?" Aizawa asks. He didn't wait for an answer, opting to let the kid believe it was rhetorical, since he was already aching for another cup of coffee and getting this conversation settled faster meant he could ask for more. "It's because even though the people are safe or at the very least have been moved to a safer location, there's still work to be done. She ignored the destruction to mug for a few cameras. Stopping a villain trying to overtake a train isn't a small job. She can pose with the media, but she should do that after it's obvious the clean-up is being handled by someone more experienced or better suited for the job."

Aizawa hadn't bothered to hide the bitterness in his biting tone. Tsuburaba and Shishida both drew back a little. Kan glanced Aizawa's way. He wasn't scowling, so that was a good sign. Kan slipped Aizawa's mug from his hand. Another cup of coffee was never something the man would turn down and it always lifted his mood. So, perhaps getting him a second one now would save his students from any other lectures. If nothing else, this was an exercise in his students learning why you didn't ask Aizawa questions on the media. Kan pushed away from the table with mugs in hand.

"I understand," Tsuburaba conceded. "Thank you, sensei."

"Mmm. I did warn you," Aizawa says.

"Do you hate the media, sensei?" Kendo asks. "Or just things like the popularity polls?"

"They're useless," Aizawa says. "And I despise the media."

"He's an "Underground" Pro for a reason," Kan says, slipping back into his seat beside him effortlessly and pushing the fresh coffee mug into Aizawa's waiting hand just as easily. "He hates the limelight."

"I'm starting to hate light," Aizawa quipped quietly. Kan almost choked on his coffee, sending him a 'you did that on purpose' glare, despite Aizawa's perfect excuse to ignore it entirely. "But yes, I hate the limelight, too."

"Didn't seem to mind that much when you were parading in front of the cameras before," Monoma bites back. Kan shot him a glare, quieting the boy down. He slumped back into the couch, the rest of his (admittedly borderline detention-inducing) tirade dying on his lips. It was borderline with Kan present. It was almost guaranteed with Aizawa, based on the rumors Monoma had heard.

"Still sore about that hallway comment, hm?" Aizawa asks coolly, taking a sip of his coffee. Kan had to hold from rolling his eyes as Monoma shot up and Tetsutetsu wrangled him back down to the couch.

"Could you not rile up the kids while you're here?" Kan asks.

Aizawa seemed to think of it for a moment before shrugging. Kan inwardly sighed. He was definitely going to have this kind of back and forth with Monoma at least once more before the night was over at this rate. Perhaps he should have swapped with Snipe for the custody night. Tricking himself into believing that just because Snipe had been at the dorms rather frequently lately meant he was any more comfortable around the class was… maybe a mistake.

"Don't withhold my coffee and you won't suffer," Aizawa mumbles suddenly. Kan whipped his head around at him. Tokage snorted into her notebook, burying her face in it. She turned to Kendo, holding her phone up shakily.

"Do I message the Class A girls?" she whispers. Kendo was already slowly shaking her head. "Oh, please, I really want to!"

"Tokage…" Kendo sighs. "…Fine. But only to make sure they know he's fine so they don't come bursting through the door. Monoma would never let it go," Kendo whispered back.

Tokage snickered, flipping open the GIRLS ONLY chat. She leaned against Kendo, showing her the message she was preparing to send. "Oh, please join in," she begged. "I can't wait to hear what Ashido says."

Kendo sighed into her textbook but slipped her phone onto the table regardless.

Hiss: Hey girls quick question

P!nky: hm?

FemTarzan: ?

Exorcist: Yes, Tokage, what is it?

Froppy: Is it about Aizawa-sensei?

P!nky: Oh god wait what happened

Hiss: no he's fine

P!nky: IS SENSEI DEAD? DID SENSEI DIE?!

Hiss: HE'S FINE ASHIDO

Hiss: But

P!nky: ?!

Astrotough: please you're giving her a heart attack Snipe-sensei is going to notice

Beats: Bold to assume Snipe-sensei will notice past dealing with Kiri and Bakubro

Hiss: how much trouble could they be

Beats: are you honestly asking that

Hiss: back to topic

Hiss: Is he usually this sassy?

Exorcist: he's being sassy? Are you high?

Hiss: Come downstairs and see for yourself girl

FungiGirl: that's my job don't take my job

Poni: Why do you all always make this chat like this

FungiGirl: we've barely started…

P!nky: HE'S BEING SASSY?

Exorcist: I don't believe you

Astrotough: I agree what

Froppy: oh he's already opening up?

Froppy: that took less time than I thought it would

Astrotough: Excuse me? Hello?

P!nky: WHO IS HE SASSING IS IT THE COPIER BITCH

Shrinkray: must I ask that you not call him that every time

P!nky: yes

Slapper: do I have to moderate this chat again?

Yaomomo: I will assist you if necessary, of course.

Slapper: see, this is why I like you, Momo

Yaomomo: 3

Astrotough: hey no flirting

Slapper: huh?!

Poni: let us live

Slapper: HUH?!

Beats: excuse me that's my girlfriend

Yaomomo: ahem

Beats: you're right my bad

Beats: excuse me that's my strong, independent girlfriend whom I LOVE

Yaomomo: there you go

Slapper: Momo….

Slapper: did we already lose the chat? Already? So soon?

Beats: when she starts to join in you already lost

Hiss: EXCUSE ME BACK ON TOPIC PLEASE

P!nky: I ASK AGAIN

P!nky: WAS IT AGAINST THE COPIER BITCH? OR NOT?

Hiss: I mean.

Hiss: yes and no?

P!nky: BITCH TELL ME IF IT WAS THE COPIER BITCH OR NOT I NEED DEETS!

Hiss: I mean it's been like 3 students now so yes and no

Astrotough: taking no prisoners. Sounds like him

Froppy: so proud

Slapper: is there a way to make him stop

Hiss: why would you want him to stop this shit is great?

Exorcist: I'll actually come down stairs if it's this entertaining

Hiss: It's just weird to see

P!nky: I NEED DETAILS BITCH DAMN!

Kendo sighed, resting her book on her forehead. "Please," she mumbles. "You're going to get Snipe-sensei calling Aizawa back to their dorms."

"Oh, no, I won't be, they'll handle him," Tokage says.

"Tokage! Can you help us for a second? This part is a four-person job," Shouda says. Tokage slipped from her seat effortlessly, leaving the growingly chat to Kendo.

"Traitor," Kendo whispered as she passed behind her. She looked back to the chat with a heavy sigh.

The food wasn't up to what Aizawa could assume were Bakugou's standards, but then again, he wasn't entirely sure if most of the school's students had ever cooked full meals for themselves very often before the dorms. Even if they had, Lunch Rush served all three meals a day so really, this was just an excuse for the whole dorm to be together every night. With him as a random guest on this random night.

He really would have to suplex Hizashi—or Kan—for suggesting this. He'd have rather dealt with the interrogation Class A would have implemented. They would have at least tried interrogating Kan instead.

"Sensei, do you know how long you'll be wearing the blindfold?" Kendo asks innocently enough during dinner.

"Not entirely," Aizawa admitted. He had hoped the vagueness would have deterred further questioning, but he just wasn't having that kind of luck this month.

"Does it hurt to see?"

"Is it true you can walk around on your own, anyway?"

"Did you really get taken out by a mugger of all things?"

A swift crack of a backhand and a head hitting a table followed that comment.

"Don't mind him, Sensei!"

Aizawa hummed, finishing off the mug of tea Kan had made him for dinner. And, really, she had done that so easily right in front of two teachers? No wonder he'd heard some of Class A muttering about her being Monoma's "leash". If that was how she got him to stop harassing his students, he couldn't help but approve. He kept to the single sentence answers as often as possible—which was sure to be annoying Kan to no end—until the questions started to cease. It was as the table was being cleared that one of the bolder students had sidled up to him on the couch after he'd tried to escape there until Kan deemed it late enough to retreat upstairs.

"Sensei?" Tetsutetsu prompted sheepishly. It wasn't typical he was in any manner shy, so Aizawa turned his head to him slightly.

"Hm?"

"Is it true you throw pens like shuriken?" he asks. He was barely stifling a laugh.

Damn blabbing students.

"Why, did you want a demonstration?" Aizawa asks. He hadn't expected Tetsutetsu to actually take his right hand in his own and put a pen in it.

"Maaaaaybe!" he says gleefully. Aizawa could almost see the very Bakugou-like devilish smirk on the kid's face. Aizawa sighed through his nose, twirling the pen and testing the balance of it. The building was getting steadily quieter as conversations lulled around him. The only real source of noise was Kan and a few other students in the kitchen, washing the dishes.

"Tetsutetsu, I'm getting the sneaking suspicion you're not alone in this," Aizawa says slyly. He didn't catch Tetsutetsu shifting uncomfortably on the couch, having been so easily caught, just the sheepish tone in his voice.

"Um…. Maybe…?"

Aizawa gave an unimpressed grunt. He twirled the pen again. It was almost perfectly balanced… he could probably humor them this one time and use the inevitable lecture he'd get from Kan as an excuse to escape upstairs early. It sounded like a solid plan, anyway. He zeroed in on the kitchen, noting that Kan was at the sink. Based on the sounds of bodies moving and voices, he had a good enough idea of where he was standing. Aizawa turned sharply on the couch, throwing the pen across the room.

Kan was mid-direction to Tokage about where to put the serving dishes when the pen soared past his forehead and imbedded in the cabinet door behind him. The room fell silent. Eyes turned from the pen, still shaking slightly in the wood, up until it fell free and clattered to the counter and then the floor, to where Aizawa was still poised at the couch. His knee was balancing him off the cushions and frame, his arm still extended, and his face entirely devoid of emotion.

Then Tetsutetsu roared with laughter and cheers and encouragement to do it again.

"I thought you were bluffing!" Monoma screeched.

"How did you know where Kan-sensei was?!"

"Did he know?"

"ARE YOU THIS DIFFICULT WHEN YOU'RE IN YOUR OWN DORM?!" Kan roared. He was trying to hide his own laugh under the frustration; and if Aizawa didn't know him better, he'd have been tricked into thinking Kan was legitimately angry with him. Had it really been so long since they'd gotten the chance to mess with each other like this? It certainly felt like it.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Aizawa deadpanned, slipping back into his seat. Tetsutetsu, bolder than Aizawa gave him credit for, apparently, was already slipping another pen into his hand.

"Do Kuroiro next!" he demanded.

"What did I do?!"

Aizawa huffed, tossing the pen Tetsutetsu's way and managing to flick it right into his forehead. It bounced off, almost falling to the floor before Tetsutetsu could catch it.

"Rin?" he asks instead.

"How about 'no'?" Aizawa offers instead.

He could hear Kan stomping over to him. He wasn't that surprised when the hulking mass of a man lifted him from the couch by his arms and swung him over the back, dragging him to the dining table again, like some rowdy child. Alright, maybe he'd pushed the man's buttons a little too far with that last bit. He'd have to make it up to him later.

"No one is giving him anything to throw, is that understood?!" Kan snaps.

"… yes, Sensei…" came the chorus of voices.

Kan sat Aizawa down with a huff himself and a pinch of his brow. Aizawa leaned back enough that the man could hear him when he mumbled his next words.

"I'll make that up to you," he promised.

"Bet on it," Kan whispered back. "Stay here," he ordered.

Aizawa hadn't planned on moving once Kan had bodily lifted him over the couch. He had little chance of making it to the stairs unscathed when Kan was in that kind of "done with your shit" mood, after all, so escaping upstairs just yet had been a lost cause. Kan returned not long after, cradling a coffee mug full of hot chocolate. Aizawa could smell it from where he sat. He'd almost forgotten that Kan would have one on most nights before retiring to bed. He had to craft him a special recipe, then, perhaps with Bakugou and Satou's help. For now, he could settle with knowing that meant escape may not be on the table at that very second, but it was drawing closer. If he could last perhaps another hour that meant no more interrogations for the rest of the month at least.

Once the table had been cleared, Kendo and Shoda had opened their books up at their old dinner seats. Kendo hummed, looking up at Aizawa, kicking her feet. She gave Shoda a reassuring smile and turned back to Aizawa, setting her notebook down temporarily and clearing her throat.

"Aizawa-sensei, if I may ask, why are you staying here for the night?" Kendo asks innocently. Kan shot her a pointed look.

Nevermind, Aizawa told himself, the interrogations were not over.

"Because I had no choice," Aizawa says plainly.

"And here I thought I'd successfully logic-ed you into agreeing to come," Kan deadpanned from his seat.

"You succeeded in nothing," Aizawa said.

He didn't see Kan shoot him an incredulous glare. Perhaps he was being a little mean, he conceded, but his foul mood hadn't completely left him and being relocated certainly wasn't high on his "things I want to do when I'm blind" list.

He had already decided he was forcing whoever else was going to babysit him to stay at Class A's dorms or he was suplexing them into the floor.

"I see…" Kendo said sheepishly. She cleared her throat, readjusting in her seat. "Well, I'd just like to say on behalf of Class B that we're happy to have you here!"

"Monoma's glare says otherwise," Aizawa says dryly. He hears Monoma make some sort of scandalized sound behind him, hiding his smirk under his scarf. Served the little brat right to be called out every once in a while. Though, batting two for two (technically three for three, at this point) probably wasn't going to win him over any time soon, either.

"Must you…" Kan whispers tiredly.

"Absolutely."

"Ah, well… I'll handle Monoma, sir, you don't have to worry!" Kendo assured him. Aizawa turned more towards her, raising a brow past the blindfold.

"I'm not worried about him in the slightest," he says. A few voices he hadn't quite pinned down yet snorted or snickered around them. "Ask Kan. I can handle myself just fine right now."

Kendo blinked at him. She turned slowly to Kan, who was just nodding solemnly.

"But… you're blind…how can you fight…?" Tsunotori says slowly.

"His blindness means very little," Kan says. He gestured to the now damaged cabinet door. "Trust me."

"He can't be that impressive blind," Monoma mumbles. He turned to Tetsutetsu. "Right?"

"He teaches those monsters in Class A, and just used a pen as a lethal weapon, and you think he can't take Sensei in a spar?" Tetsutetsu asks with a snort.

"Not blind!" Monoma insisted.

"Didn't you say you got to see both of them in action at the summer camp?" Komori asks.

"What? Oh, you mean with the Dabi clone…" Monoma grumbled. Kan snorted from his spot at the table. He turned to Aizawa.

"The one you curb stomped to death," he remarked.

"You what?" Kodai shouted from the common room. Aizawa groaned, leaning back in his chair until he balanced on the back two legs. Monoma whirled around on the couch.

"Like some kind of animal!" he shouted.

"I heard about the fight, but that's how you beat it?" Kodai asks.

"It wasn't a real person," Aizawa cut back. "And it stopped him from scorching the entire room."

Monoma clapped his mouth shut, turning back harshly to the coffee table strewn with unfinished homework. "Like some kind of monster," he mumbled. Tetsutetsu leaned back beside him, tapping his pen to his chin.

"What kinda monster?" he whispers.

Monoma took a second to think of an answer. When he really thought of it, it was more akin to a raging bear than any Pro he'd seen. Even their teacher had tried to restrain the clone at the start. Aizawa had just come in and stomped its skull into the ground the second he leapt into the room. Looking back at it—he really tried not to think about if it hadn't been a clone and whether Aizawa would have reacted the same—the reaction was oddly violent, hadn't it been? Then again, he'd heard plenty of times from everyone over the course of the year since USJ how quickly Aizawa had jumped in to start beating on the invading villains. He had no doubt that Kan would have done the same if they'd been there instead.

"Aizawa-sensei, what would you be able to do against Kan-sensei?" Shiozaki asks casually from the common room.

"Throat punch," Aizawa says immediately. Kan almost spit out his drink.

"Really?" he asks with the level of exasperation only someone who had known Aizawa for years could pull off.

"If you're close enough to entrap me, you're close enough to punch, and you know I go for the throat," Aizawa says casually.

Shiozaki stared at him for a long moment before returning to her book with a hum. Monoma slowly turned in his spot on the couch. Tetsutetsu was trying, and failing, to keep from laughing. He took his phone out, texting Kirishima.

Kiri2.0: Your teacher is brutal

TheBoulder: did he flip someone?

Kiri2.0: Good to know sensei wasn't exaggerating

Kiri2.0: no his immediate response to the question "what can you do against Kan-sensei blind?" was to throat punch him

TheBoulder: LOL

TheBoulder: yep that sounds like him!

TheBoulder: take it seriously and don't get supplex-ed

Tetsutetsu snorted, falling further down the couch. Monoma shot him a suspicious look. He held his phone out to Monoma, snickering even as the blonde rolled his eyes. Then, Monoma shot up in his seat as Honenuki called across the room.

"Sensei, does your class hate us?" he asks. Kan almost, almost, let his head hit the table. They were testing his patience. Every last one of them.

"A rivalry does not equal hatred, for the last time," he says. Aizawa hid his smirk under his Capture Weapon.

"This is your own fault," he whispers.

"What about just Monoma, then?" Tokage asks.

"Why me?!" Monoma shouts.

"The entire class dislikes him," Aizawa deadpans. Kendo choked on her soda, almost spitting over the entire table.

"Just because I tell them the truth, they hate me, is that it?!" Monoma shouts, shooting up from his seat, ready to fall into a tirade. Aizawa shrugged, cutting him off before he could start and Kendo had to intervene—that is, if Kan didn't.

"You seem to very much dislike them, too, so is it that hard to believe, what with you constantly trying to antagonize them?" Aizawa asks just as flatly. Monoma flinched at the words, but Aizawa didn't seem quite finished yet. "I did warn you how people would perceive you, didn't I? Did you ignore that piece of advice?"

Tetsutetsu dragged Monoma back into his seat, trying his best to keep his grip while laughing. It wasn't a very good tactic, but it was that or Aizawa dropped him with his Capture Weapon. Or Kan had to butt in. Frankly, no one wanted that. Kendo cleared her throat a few times before she could finally compose herself well enough to speak.

"A-Aizawa-sensei…" she began slowly, trying to think of the words, "Are you like this… usually?"

"Define 'usually'."

"Um… well…" Kendo fumbled a little, looking to Tokage for help. She used the best pleading eyes she could manage. Poni would do much better than she was managing, but Poni was across the room. Tokage smirked at her and turned towards Aizawa.

"You have a… reputation," she says.

"I'm aware."

"You would have better luck getting Aizawa to take a day off than to get a straight answer right now," Kan warns. He jabbed his thumb hard into Aizawa's arm. "USJ. That should be all I have to say."

"That wasn't stopping me from teaching," Aizawa snaps back, shoving Kan's arm away.

"Wait a second—!" Tetsutetsu draped himself over the back of the couch, nearly toppling it.

"Watch it!" Monoma snapped.

"Sensei, did you even get discharged from the hospital?!" Tetsutetsu asks.

Kan paused, turning slowly from Tetsutetsu to Aizawa. Aizawa was silent. Tellingly silent. Now that Kan thought of it, he wasn't entirely sure if Aizawa was going to check out at the hospital after Saturday if it wasn't for Yamada taking that responsibility for him. He probably would have just walked right out if he could. In fact, Snipe said he had tried. Kan watched as Aizawa drummed his fingers on the table a few times before swiftly pushing his chair away and making for the staircase.

"See you in the morning, Kan," he says.

"Are you joking?" Kan screams. "Are you joking?! OI! Does Yamada know?!"

Aizawa stopped at the stairs, leaning back to "look" at Kan pointedly. "Tell him and you're dead."

"Is that a legitimate threat?" Kan challenges. "Because I will fight you on that."

"Did you just get Aizawa-sensei in trouble?" Tsuburaba whispers. Tetsutetsu slipped back behind the couch with a nervous laugh.

"If I'm dead tomorrow you know who killed me," he says warily. "Do you think his students will save me?"

"Oh please…." Monoma grumbled. Aizawa had disappeared up the stairs by this point. It was nearly time for curfew as it was, anyway, so Kan following after him wasn't that surprising.

"Tetsutetsu, I think you might have just gotten Aizawa-sensei grounded," Tokage teased. "Might want to warn Kirishima."

"What, why?"

"Salvage some of your bromance with early apologies," Tokage hums.

"He won't stop hanging out with me for that!" Tetsutetsu declared confidently. Monoma didn't miss when Tetsutetsu tried to slyly slip his phone out to message Kirishima not seconds later, though.

Aizawa paused at the top of the stairs. He'd hit the top floor in record time in his escape—in the context of how quickly he could move blind, that is—and thankfully hadn't heard any students following. While it was bound to be time for them to be entering their own dorms, he didn't doubt that no one wanted to follow a supposedly angry teacher up the stairs. Aizawa side stepped the top of the stairs, leaving Kan plenty of room by the time he'd also made it up.

Aizawa didn't bother to hide the smirk when Kan turned to him. Once he felt Kan's eyes on him, he started to snicker. It bubbled up and out before he could stop it. He tried to hide his face in his Capture Weapon, then. Kan pulled it down and away.

"No, you don't," he says. Aizawa could hear the smile in his voice. Lips pressed on his forehead, however briefly. "Your kids are rubbing off on you."

"Lies."

"Last year you wouldn't have antagonized any of my students like that," Kan presses. "Less than a year with that class of yours and suddenly you're sassier than ever. How'd they manage what Yamada couldn't?"

"Feeling threatened, Vee?" Aizawa asks.

He pulled his Capture Weapon back from the other, re-wrapping it around his neck. Kan snorted at the implication (he was only intimidated when sparring with Aizawa. It was hard not to be, after all). He pulled Aizawa closer, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin against Aizawa's temple, with a hum. A hum that reverberated through his chest and right into Aizawa's. It was like being hugged by a very calm bear. And was incredibly warm, so really, Aizawa was far from complaining. Aside from Yamada, it was easiest to fall asleep lying next to Kan: The Human Space Heater. The combination of warmth, sense of safety, and just overall enveloping hold made it far, far too easy to melt into the other man's grasp. It was a dangerous combination.

Kan snickered then, almost dragging Aizawa to the apartment. "I know you can pass out anywhere, but don't pass out standing up," Kan pleads.

"You make it difficult not to," Aizawa mumbled, purposefully keeping himself boneless.

"At least change clothes first."

"Mmmm…. No," Aizawa mumbled again, burying himself deeper into Kan's shirt at his shoulder.

"And you say I make things difficult," Kan says, pushing the apartment door open and kicking it shut behind him. Aizawa chuckled quietly into his chest, bringing his arms up to wrap around his neck.

"You're not mad at me?" Aizawa asks.

"I'm annoyed, not mad," Kan says. He dumped Aizawa on the bed and unwound the Capture Weapon, refolding it to deposit it on the loveseat across the room. "You're not that sleep deprived to be so antagonizing, are you?"

"Probably not," Aizawa admitted. "I don't have an excuse."

"You wanted to tease me," Kan says. He threw a night shirt at Aizawa's head. Aizawa tore it off, swatting Kan with it. "Get changed."

"You wanted me to yourself for a night, right? You're making those interrogations up to me with staying in Class A's dorm another time."

"Deal."

Aizawa caught the pair of pants Kan threw his way next. By the time that Kan had made it back to the bed and set the duffel bag on the floor, Aizawa had already changed and tossed the blindfold onto the bedside dresser. He reached out, grabbing at Kan's sleeve and pulling him down into the bed. Once they'd settled, with Aizawa taking full advantage of the massive amount of body heat heating up the bed, Kan hummed curiously.

"Hm?" Aizawa grunted.

"I can just barely see that glow from your eyes," Kan says.

Aizawa hummed, burying his face further into Kan's chest. Kan ran his fingers through Aizawa's hair until he heard his breathing mellow out. He wasn't long behind him, passing out with his hands still running through Aizawa's hair.