Frustrations of a Fangirl: Chapter 4

After he was done, Shouta stacked all his graded papers into a pile and yawned. As usual, Izumi Kota had the worst score in the class.

"That damn kid... that water quirk of his may be impressive, but he sure isn't the brightest. Not the best attitude either..."

He knew that he had been around his daughter nearly their whole life, but he hoped to whatever God there may be that he never rubbed off on her.

He stood up groggily and went to get some cereal. He knew his daughter wouldn't be that stupid as to let something like that happen.

"Bye, Kota! See you in the common room later!" Eri waved off Kota as she closed the door, letting out a heavy sigh as she glanced over at the limited edition Deku [Class 1-A Gamma Costume] figurine on her bedside table. She remembered being so happy when they announced the figure of the very costume she was saved in, even more so when the [Battle Damage] variant was released, which sat on her TV stand. She scanned the rest of her collection. His current costume [Silver Age], his [Class 2-A Epsilon Costume] and his [Class 3-A – Bronze Age Costume]. She thought it was so amazing that he was that established at just 18. And now he was 25...

"Hmm... 6pm... I fancy some treats."

She put on her red sneakers and headed out to the common room with requests for various pastries and cakes before she left the dorms. Then, a familiar voice rang out from behind – Kota.

"Hey, mind if I come? Easier to carry everything, y'know?"

"Sure!"

And so they left, ambling along the concrete paths as they neared the town centre and the bakery.

"What do you want, Kota? I'm really eyeing a Danish Pastry today!" Eri chirped up, extremely chipper.

"Really? You normally skip the bakery and go straight for the sweets shop to buy a bunch of toffee apples!" He raised an eyebrow, smirking, as Eri crossed her arms and pouted.

"Well, maybe I fancy something different today! You don't know me!"

They entered the shop and perused the brightly coloured (and amazingly smelling) rows of cakes, bread and all sorts of goods. They left with one bag full, which they carried home, one person with one handle with the bag between them.

The entire walk back, Kota was blushing. She was so cute, blabbering on and on about all the things they saw and how it smelled, along with what their classmates ordered to eat. Every time they their hands brushed against each other as they simultaneously carried back, his heart skipped a beat.

"How could a girl always make me feel so sappy?! Damn it!"

After twenty minutes of socialising in the common area, she eagerly entered her room and kicked off her shoes, grabbing her [Silver Age] Deku figure and set it on her bedside table as she laid on her side, staring dreamily into it's eyes, analysing its features; the way his teeth grit as he charged up a kick, his teeth bared and his muscles protruding through his suit – even greater of a feat when considering its non-elasticity.

As she examined it, the more her mind wandered, examining his arms wrapped around her as she laid on her bed, feeling up every crevice of her body. She bit her lip as she felt an all-too familiar warmth.

"Guess it's time for a visit. It's been about a week."

10 minutes later, Aizawa got out of his resting mode quickly, with a newfound priority. He fumbled around in his drawer for a wrapped toffee apple, smiling contently to himself as he stuffed it into his jacket pocket as he made his way to Heights Alliance. It was a slow walk, but every walk is for Aizawa.

He entered the dorms, amused by the looks of shock and unease on his students' faces.

"Ease up a little, just came over to see Eri. Anyone knows where she is?"

"Hmm... that Kota boy is nowhere to be seen. Probably in his room..."

"She went to her room, Aizawa-sensei. Ribbit."

The pro hero nodded and shuffled his way to the stairs, up to the girls' floor. As he approached her room, he took the apple out of his pocket. Now in front of her door, he was about to knock until a noise from inside stopped him dead in his tracks with wide eyes. The staggered moan of a teenage girl.

"I-Izu...!"