Beautiful
Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome back to Beautiful! It's been a bit since I've updated this since I've been vibing with some other things. I hope you enjoy the update! On with the fic!
Chapter Warnings: Sexual Harassment
Chapter Seven: The New Normal
Chapter Summary: As the new normal falls on Aizawa, he gets his newest hero costume. Meanwhile, Dabi gets in contact with Hawks. Later, Aizawa and Hizashi are in town and it's not exactly what either of them had in mind.
Hizashi watched Aizawa in slight concern as they sat in his room, the conjoined living room to his own sleeping space as his friend ate on his meal. He still hadn't commented on anything that they had heard. Nezu had already called a meeting among the teachers but gave the two a pass since they were already within the room. He was sure that they would get filled in on the decisions later. Right now, Aizawa needed him.
Aizawa was doing something that he normally did. Legs pulled up, arms in front of him, hair shielding his face. It was like Aizawa was creating a barrier around himself and anything else around him. It was a safeguard that he did. He had done it for years at this point. It's how Hizashi was positive that this was really getting to him.
Neither of them had said a word at first. It was making Hizashi antsy. Aizawa had never been a man of many words. Always just silent expressions. It only got worse over the years. There had been a few glimpses where he would be a bit more proactive in showing his emotions or actually communicating it to others.
"Shou… do you want to talk about it?" Hizashi finally muttered, trying to break through the very awkward tension that had fallen over the room.
Aizawa peeked up at him, stormy eyes fixated on him for a split second before he was looking away. Sure, Hizashi knew he hadn't been making this situation even better, but that was under the guise that this would be reversible. Now, it wasn't the case, and he could only imagine what Aizawa must be thinking. He was the one who had to live with this if nothing else could be done for him.
Aizawa put down the food that he had been eating, bunching up his hands into his lap as he leaned back against the couch cushions. For a split second, Hizashi could see it. See that distant look that he had been accustomed to for years. One that, originally, only Shirakumo could break through. It had taken years for Aizawa to actually open up to him following the death of their friend. It felt like this might just be a step back. He didn't want Aizawa to bottle this all up inside. It was another reason he had started making jokes out of it. If it had been any other situation, Hizashi would have done the same thing. He couldn't change that now. He had to tell Aizawa that no matter what happened, everything would remain the same between them. That nothing about him had changed. Even if he looked a bit… different.
"This went from bad to worse in the matter of seconds." Aizawa huffed out, looking anywhere but at Hizashi as he spoke. His voice wasn't something that Hizashi was completely used to yet. He was still expecting that deeper drawl to his voice instead of the more high-pitched feminine one. "Just when we thought the League of Villains had nothing to do with it, they suddenly get involved."
Hizashi hummed, thumbing at his chopsticks for a second before deciding to just drop them in general. At this point, food was far from his mind as he twisted his body to lean back onto the sofa, throwing his arm up to lean his head on it. "Apparently the League didn't like him intruding on their so-called territory."
Aizawa huffed, shaking his head for a moment, "Those kids aren't theirs to mess with, and yet, they have this vendetta against them." The annoyance spiked on Aizawa's face for a moment as he shook his head again, running a hand through his messy hair, "Can those villains just leave those kids alone for one damn day?"
"Apparently not." Hizashi whispered.
The silence fell over them again for a second as Aizawa shuffled on the couch, turning on his side so his head was resting on one of Hizashi's pillows that he kept there, staring straight ahead without so much as a thought or word slipping out. Hizashi reached over, placing his hand on Aizawa's blanket covered thigh, leaning back again within a silent gesture.
Aizawa had gotten comfortable, letting his eyes open and flutter shut every few minutes. "Hey, Shou?" Aizawa didn't open his eyes, but he made a noise to notify him that he was in fact listening. "You know you're my best friend, right?"
"Of course, why else would I let you talk me into going into the announcer's box at the Sports Festival?" Aizawa shot back.
"You know you can tell me anything that's on your mind. You don't have to keep it bottled up." Hizashi stated.
Aizawa sat up, leaning back at his forearms as he eyed him for a second. "Hizashi, I'm fine. I promise. I had a moment, but I'm fine." Hizashi believed him in all honesty. "Woman, man, who cares. I'll get over it completely."
Hizashi snorted as he stood up, grabbing the empty containers to throw them away. Aizawa followed in suit. Rolling off of the couch before stretching. From where he was standing in his kitchen, Hizashi let his gaze linger over the younger Hero. Even though he looked different, he wasn't in the slightest. He did look more relaxed than he was before. Which was good. Aizawa really hasn't had much of a breather since the beginning of the school year. It's been one thing after another.
They were best friends. There was no denying that, but there was this lingering feeling in the pit of Hizashi's stomach. Aizawa had always been a handsome man. Messy, exhausted tired look. Clean shaven, fixed up hair look. Within the body of a woman with the curves and longer hair – that was now cut shorter thanks to Kayama and back to the length it was before – and less of a muscle look. The loose-fitting clothes or the tighter fitting ones. The masculine or the feminine. It didn't matter. He looked beautiful as a woman too. It seemed illegal that this should be possible, but honestly, Hizashi felt like it was fitting. Aizawa had always been the most beautiful person in the world to him.
It was something he could tell Kayama, but it wasn't something he could say to Aizawa.
Definitely not now.
He cared so much for the younger Hero. They had been friends since they were students in U.A. Carrying on that friendship into their teaching years. Hizashi could recall the moment he had seen Aizawa battered and broken at the USJ. How angry that he felt from seeing Aizawa. What Aizawa had gone through to protect the lives of his students. He had let all of his frustrations out on the villains that day. That was his moment of clarity. The moment he realized that he felt more for Aizawa than just a friendship.
Aizawa was already going through so much as it was. He couldn't add onto this onto it.
Aizawa reached up during the stretch, bunching up his hair into his hands for a second. Hizashi hated to admit that his eyes followed the movement. The curve of his back as he did it. The pleased look coming across his face. Aizawa peered over at him, saying, "What?" Which had pulled him out of his stupor.
Hizashi grinned and shook his head, "It's nothing." He replied, "Why don't we go for a walk. Maybe talk over what you might tell Principal Nezu about what Todoroki wanted."
Aizawa hummed, reaching for his phone, and already started for the door as Hizashi started after him. Walks always worked in the end.
X
Meeting up wasn't exactly the easiest thing for the either of them. One being the Number Three Hero and the other being a wanted villain, it was bound to stir trouble if they were ever caught. He stood at the pier, in a secluded area where he knew that people didn't typically come. He did have his hood on just in case and a mask ready to hide his scars if needed. He didn't have to wait long before Hawks was landing down beside him. Perching onto one of the posts that were there.
Dabi snorted. Couldn't take the bird out of a Winged Hero even if someone tried. Hawks gave him a grin as he balanced his elbow on his knee to prop his chin onto his palm. "What'cha need, Dabi?" Hawks questioned, tilting his head for a moment. A sharp glance leveled on the villain.
"Really, is that any way to greet your lover?" Dabi drawled, stepping forward, flicking at the blonde strands of hair that fell into the younger man's face.
Hawks hummed, reaching out and letting his fingers glide over the staples on Dabi's face. "You normally only ask for a meet up for one of two reasons. You either want information, which you know I won't give you, or you want sex. So, which one is it?"
Dabi chuckled, shaking his head, "Just curious about Eraserhead."
Hawks blinked, looking thrown off guard for a moment. "What about him?" He looked genuinely surprised that Dabi was asking about the Erasure Hero. The Winged Hero dropped his hand, more of a tilt to his head coming now as the questioning showed on his face.
Dabi shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "Our leader has a thing about that class and their oh so cool teacher." He stated, "I know something happened, but I was curious to know what happened."
Hawks exhaled sharply after a moment, mumbling out, "You know I can't tell you anything."
The villain cocked his head, "What am I going to do with that information, attack U.A.?"
Hawks gave him the most deadpan look he was sure the other could muster. "Should I remind you of the first thing you did when you joined the League of Villains?"
The Flame Villain knew that it was a long shot, laughing for a second as he leaned over the rail to look out at the water. "You're not wrong."
"Is it really about Eraserhead, though?" Hawks questioned.
Dabi smirked, "Well, I killed the villain that hospitalized him. So, let's say that I'm just checking in on him." Through the corner of his eye, he could still see the disbelieving look on Hawks' face.
After a few minutes, Hawks finally caved, "He was in the hospital for a bit, but otherwise, he's perfectly fine." Hawks was incredibly hard to read, but Dabi had learned every little detail in his body language to be able to figure out when he was withholding something. This time it was the slight twitch of his lip that gave it away.
"There's more." Dabi stated.
Hawks groaned, turning to face him, casting his legs on either side of the post he was on. "Okay, fine." He grumbled, "Eraser is perfectly fine except for the fact that his body is a woman's now."
To say Dabi's jaw dropped was an understatement. Now that he wasn't expecting. "You have got to be shitting me."
Hawks shook his head. "The Hero Commission requires detailed reports on all heroes, and the file got sent over. It's all legit. I haven't seen him to see for myself, but I doubt that a hospital would send that over if it wasn't true." The Hero stopped for a brief moment, looking out to the water himself, "Apparently, he's doing just fine with it. He's teaming up with Endeavor on that drug case that Number Two has been digging into."
When Dabi came here, he wasn't expecting this type of information. This was gold. Shigaraki would lose his mind if it was actually true. Dabi was actually curious to know himself. What a sight that would be. It made him want to know for sure just so he could see the look on Shigaraki's face. The idea sprung into his mind. He knew exactly what case Hawks was talking about. The League had been keeping an eye on them. He could use this.
Dabi reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and entering his messages for Hawks. Typing out his message really quick before hitting send. Not even a second later, Hawks' phone went off. The Hero fished out his phone, giving him a confused look as he read it. "What's this for?"
"The address where those drugs are distributing from. Consider it a thanks for the information." Dabi stated, leaning in, and letting his lips ghost over Hawks'. The Hero had leaned into it, connecting their lips for a brief moment before Dabi was backing away with, "See you later, pretty bird." With that, he was on his way with a new plan in mind.
This could get very entertaining for him if he played his cards right.
X
The week had been full of uncertainty. Answers that Shouta didn't have for himself. Questions that ran through his head. The more he looked at himself, the more he could see himself, but this was absolutely his new normal now. It was a lot to take in. It was a large mess of trying to figure out what worked for him. What was good for him. What could work best with him. All new territory, even if it didn't necessarily feel like everything changed.
As the class was dismissed to lunch, he had stopped when he heard his name over the intercom, instructing him to go to the Support Department.
When he had arrived, it was like a breath of fresh air. His own costume designer was standing in the room speaking with Powerloader with a smile on her face and a case in hand. He couldn't even explain all the relief that went flooding through him as the tension left his shoulders. That meant one thing alone. His newest hero costume was here.
The designer, Ayako Shigeru, was a small woman with multicolored hair. Her base color was white, but the rest of it was an explosion of colors. Out of all the costumes he had, the one she had designed had been the best for him and what he had stuck with ever since.
She was somehow a calm yet bubbly personality. Someone that made him even comfortable and not be a bit annoyed. Ayako looked at him, grinning as she held up the case. "Ready to try it on, Eraser?" Aizawa hummed, reaching forward as Ayako handed over the case. "I came to make sure that it specifically worked out or if adjustments need to be made."
Shouta nodded, moving off into the room that Powerloader rattled off to slip into it. There was a full-length mirror in there with him as he slipped out of the costume that he had been wearing, leaving him in just his undergarments before he was opening the case and pulling out the other. Even just the feel of the fabric made him feel better. It was just like his. He stared at it for a moment. It was completely identical to his. Just smaller.
A soft smile came to his face as he pulled it on, letting the fabric settle against his skin. Putting everything into place, he looked at himself in the mirror. It was just like he was looking back at himself. Hair. Clothes. Everything. This costume was even made to not show off his form as much, making it harder to tell just from looking at him what had happened to him. It was a relief. It was clearly new since the sleeves weren't damaged like his had been and the black was pristine and fresh.
"Eraser! How does it fit?!" He heard Ayako call through the door. With everything in place, he stepped out of the small room, peering before him. Ayako gave a happy glance as she clapped her hand together. "It looks perfect, but does it meet your standards?"
Shouta hummed. His biggest issue had been how the other limited his mobility. So, he did the one thing he could think of, took a step back and kicked his leg up. Much to his surprise, his leg knocked him right in the nose.
He blinked for a moment, stunned that the costume actually allowed for that. Powerloader snorted as Ayako gave a pleased sound. "Guess that answers that." Shouta muttered. His nose hurt as he reached up to touch it, grimacing for a second as he pulled his hand back to see the slight smear of blood on his finger. Well, at least he knew.
Ayako stepped forward, adjusting a few things on him for a second. "Well, looks like I did a good job here. I was concerned that I didn't quite get your measurements right that were sent to me, but it looks good. As long as if you're happy with it, you're good to go."
Shouta stood there for a moment, just letting the designer finish with her last-minute adjustments. He could still see his reflection. It was so much more difficult to tell the change about him except for the clear different in his height now. He almost hated to say that he loved it a lot. He felt comfortable again looking at himself. Still with the news that he had to live with now, at least this would bring back what he had before. Ayako was moving his belt into place, securing it where it belonged, humming softly as she got it in place.
"Thanks for doing this." Shouta stated. "I know you've been busy lately."
Ayako waved her hand as she stood back up, "Anything to help you out. You saved my son's life. Shanks wants to be a hero now because of you. It's all he talks about now. Kids now a days look at All Might as their inspiration, but it was you for him. You certainly are something else, Eraser."
Shouta felt the slight grin, "With that quirk of his, he's got a bright future ahead of him if he plays his cards right."
"Not many heroes with your type of your quirk get into the Hero Course at U.A., it gave him some hope." Ayako stated, shuffling around as she gathered some of her stuff. "Don't worry about any of my fees. Though, I would tell you it was free of charge if All Might hadn't already paid it."
Shouta blinked. All Might paid for his costume? He had plenty of money to be able to pay for his own. Even if the school didn't step in. He owed that man a drink now. Ayako had walked over, stopping at the costume he had been wearing before, picking up the shorts and grinning for a second. "You can always tell a designer by how they put their own touch to whatever they make." She stated, holding them up, "I know this designer quite well."
"They worked and so did the other costume, but my mobility was restricted with the one like mine." Shouta stated.
"Yeah, my company specializes in having elastic fabrics. Which is why I'm usually called for those with a greater range of flexibility. This designer works well but normally designs male costumes." Ayako replied, placing the shorts down with the top it came with and placing it in the case that her design had came in. "But I'm glad this works for you, so I'll let you get back to your students."
With everything settled, Shouta gave his final thank you and goodbye as he was handed the case and started off towards the Teacher's Lounge to drop of the case before he would head back to class. It would be time for the Heroics classes when he got back there. He had spent his entire lunch in the Support Department, but this was better than just taking a nap like he had originally planned.
No other teachers were in the room when he had gotten there so it was a quick drop off before he was taking back off towards his classroom.
When he had arrived back, his students were already there and waiting for him as he opened the door. As he entered, he made a mental note to thank All Might later when he saw. His students smiled at him as he came in.
"Looking good there, Aizawa-sensei!" Kaminari wolf whistled.
Shouta shrugged it off, but he did hear Midoriya add in, "You got your new costume! It looks exactly the same!"
"It looks amazing, sensei!" Ashido added, before pouting softly with a mutter of, "I'm going to miss the shorts."
The Erasure Hero rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply as thankfully, many of them dropped it. Shouta placed down his folders on the podium, straightening his back, "My costume designer dropped it off during lunch." He stated, "Now on to today's class."
With that, his students were pulling out their supplies to prepare for the class as they had fallen right back into routine.
X
Within the last few weeks, it was becoming more clear that Aizawa was getting more comfortable with himself again. Having the new hero costume had done wonders for him. Hizashi was thanking any being that listened that he didn't have to sit by and see Aizawa's legs anymore. Not that they weren't nice to look at it, but it felt so invasive seeing Aizawa's skin that he normally didn't show.
They had their tired, caterpillar man again. Just tinier.
He also seemed to be more comfortable with the idea that this might be his new normal. There were still some things that they needed to get for him, so they had decided to head back into town on one of their days off. The two were walking side by side with some coffees that Hizashi had boughten for them as Aizawa had some of his new purchases hooked on his arm.
They had fallen into an easy conversation like normal, but this time, Aizawa was actually leading the conversation. For their outing, Aizawa had worn some of the more feminine clothes had Kayama had bought for him. The shirt was still pretty loose, and a long-sleeved one that he had pushed up a bit on his arms, but it showed his figure off a bit more than the ones he had been wearing on campus. He had also picked out a pair of black skinny jeans. Also bought by Kayama. With a pair of matching black boots that went up his shins that clung around them. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, hanging behind his head.
In his hands were his coffee, keys, and phone.
The topic of discussion, clothes. Of all things for Aizawa to be talking about, he had picked clothes. Well, more his issues with clothes catered to women.
Hizashi didn't know the struggle, but apparently, Aizawa was ready to go off on fashion designers for "impractical clothing". Amused was also one of the many emotions that Hizashi was feeling in that moment as he listened to the other talk.
Hizashi was about to reply to Aizawa's latest statement as he heard it as they passed by a bench with three men sitting there. A whistle. Just as Aizawa had walked by. The noise had shocked Aizawa enough he stopped walking. This wasn't the first time they had heard a cat call. Kayama got cat called all the time, but she relished in it, but on the other hand, she was very confident in her looks, and it was a trademark of hers to be sexy.
"Look at that ass." Followed almost immediately after from the same man who whistled. Chuckling to his friends as he looked back at Aizawa. Hizashi couldn't help the rage that started to rush through him. They weren't dressed in their costumes at all. Gave no sign to who they actually were. Not that it was public knowledge about Aizawa's predicament, but the audacity of this man. Hizashi was ready to throw hands.
Just taking a peek at Aizawa, he saw the flush across his face and the tension in his posture that showed just how truly uncomfortable with this he was.
"Hey, assh—" Hizashi started, but was stopped as Aizawa reached out, tapping his chest for a second. Motioning for him to take his phone and keys as he took a drink from his coffee. Hizashi eyed him for a second, the anger leaving him from noticing.
"What?" The man questioned, a sarcastic drawl to his tone as he motioned his hands up as he leaned back on the bench. "I wouldn't mind hitting that." Hizashi was disgusted. He went to say something again, stopped once again by Aizawa dropping his stuff into his hands. "What she your girlfriend? Wife? I don't see a ring on her finger." That wasn't the point. Rather they were together or not, cat calling someone was distasteful.
"You are easy to recognize, Hizashi." Aizawa stated as he pulled his coffee away from his mouth. The pink tint to his face long gone, but the look in his eye had Hizashi grinning. He didn't have to do anything. "If the media catches wind of you punching the guy out, it'll spread like wildfire. I've got this." He stated.
Hizashi used the hand with his coffee in it, motioning in the man's direction. "Alright, ma'lady." Aizawa shot him an unamused look before he was heading over to the men. It wasn't often that Aizawa would ever act against a civilian. He may hate the media, but he did care about the images of his coworkers and friends who didn't mind the media. He always had the stance that he didn't care what they said, but never really gave them the chance to say anything bad about him.
"Don't test your luck." Aizawa grumbled as he made his way over.
The man looked pleased with Aizawa walking over to him, tilting his head as he added, "Interested? Going to ditch the tool. I could show you a good time."
Hizashi was curious to hear what Aizawa was going to say? Aizawa really turned up the femininity if Hizashi had anything to say about it. A tilt of his head, a soft – forced – smile, a hand on his hip as he cocked it out, even making his voice go just a bit higher for a second, "Really now?"
The man looked like he had hit the jackpot as he nodded, looking Aizawa up and down again, his tongue darting out on his lip. "What'dya say?"
Aizawa let out nothing short of a giggle. It was a forced one or even just out of disbelief that the man was actually believing that Aizawa was interested. Hizashi felt the proud smirk come to his lips as he kept watching. Aizawa took a small drink from his coffee cup, looking down at it for a second before he was pulling off the lid. Without a word, he turned it over on top of the man's head. "I think that gives it to you." Aizawa replied, a smirk coming to his face as he tossed the cup into a nearby trash can. "I'm not interested in pig headed men like you."
"What the fuck was that for?!" The man exclaimed, eyeing his now coffee covered clothes, wiping at his face.
Aizawa hummed, "You looked like you needed to cool off."
The man gave a shocked shout of, "You bitch!" As he shot to his feet, raging eyes lingering onto Aizawa as he surged forward. Aizawa looked shocked for a second as he took a step back as the man reached out for him.
Hizashi didn't hesitate as he rushed forward, placing himself between the two. Shoving Aizawa behind him as he hissed, "Back off, buddy."
The man was still raging. Face red as he huffed, growling as he got nose to nose with Hizashi. "I'll beat both of your asses."
Hizashi snorted, "So chivalrous, aren't yuh? No wonder you can't pick up a woman. Compensating for something there, buddy?"
His statement had angered the man even more as he immediately swung. Hizashi ducked, getting man around the torso, slamming the both of them into the nearby wall. The man groaned but managed to land a kick on Hizashi's ribs that had the Voice Hero letting him go as the wind was temporarily knocked out of his lungs. He wheezed for a second and stood back up. The man was standing next to him, back to his full height with a look of triumph on his face and his hand balled into a fist and ready to throw the next punch.
Before he could do anything else, he heard, "Hey!" The man turned just in time to Aizawa's fist to slam into his jaw, sending him into the ground with his eyes rolling back into his head.
The man's friends were also to their feet looking at each other in shock before they were bellowing out a laugh. Hizashi got back to his full height, chuckling for a second as Aizawa glared down at the man. The man was already coming to again as he started to stumble up. The man's friends walked over, one of them turning to Aizawa, "I'm so sorry, ma'am. We've tried to talk to him about his behavior, but he never listens."
"Maybe he will this time." Aizawa huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Covering himself up a bit more. Hizashi wondered what was going through his head. Hizashi reached up, pulling off his red leather jacket, walking over and draping it over Aizawa's shoulders. It seemed to comfort him for the moment as he reached out, pulling it a bit closer to himself.
One of the man's friends kneeled down, still chuckling as he said, "You just got your ass laid out by a girl, dude. I think that's your wake-up call to stop this shit."
The man still looked out of it, but his friends helped him up, giving a few more apologies before pulling him away. Aizawa shuffled on his feet again for a moment as Hizashi turned to pick up their fallen belongings. His coffee was split on the ground, but his concern had been Aizawa's phone. Thankfully, when he picked it up, it wasn't damaged in any way. He also picked up Aizawa's keys and his bags that he had handed him and motioned towards the direction of U.A. "Want to go home?"
Aizawa nodded, already starting off in that direction. Making sure that he had everything, Hizashi took off after him. It didn't take very long to catch up to him. Aizawa's mood had dropped considerably from what it was before. Hizashi had a sympathetic smile come to his face. It's not like the man knew anything, but it was still uncalled for. The blonde reached over, throwing his arm over Aizawa's shoulders.
It actually surprised him that Aizawa leaned into it, leaning his head over onto his shoulder. "That has had to be the worst thing I've experienced throughout all of this."
"I'm sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered.
"It's not your fault." Aizawa immediately shot back.
Their walk back to U.A. was relatively peaceful as Hizashi dropped his arm as soon as they got back to the gates. They could see the students out and about. It was a beautiful day out and with no classes that day, they were enjoying their time. Class 1-A were all spread out in front of Heights Alliance when they walked up.
It was like they picked up on Aizawa's mood immediately from just a glance. A few concerned looks were shot his way, but it was actually Ashido who cut the tension with, "Aizawa-sensei, you look really good in leather!"
Hizashi blinked. He actually had forgotten he handed his jacket over and that Aizawa was still wearing it. Aizawa mumbled for a second, slipping the jacket off and passed it back to Hizashi, taking his stuff back from him in an exchange.
"He does, doesn't he?" Hizashi stated, trying to help lower the tension that was radiating off of Aizawa.
"Are you okay, sensei?" Midoriya questioned.
Aizawa sighed, crossing his arms on his chest again as he nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." At this point, I'm sure Hizashi was sure that Aizawa was tired of hearing that exact question. Aizawa would probably end up the richest man at U.A. if they counted money for each time that he had been asked it. Aizawa rubbed at the back of his neck for a second, adding in, "If anyone makes unwanted advances at you… get someone's attention… or punch them. Actually, don't do that. You could get in trouble for that." Aizawa had ended up in ramble before he settled back on just gaining the attention of people around them. It was almost immediately that the students had a look of understanding on their faces as Aizawa muttered out a final, "I'll see you later, Mic."
Hizashi gave a soft smile as Aizawa retreated back to his room. Probably to switch back into his looser clothes now that they were back at the school. It wasn't unusual for him to wear jeans when they went to town for the pockets, but Hizashi knew he would prefer to wear his sweatpants everywhere.
"Did something happen, Mic-sensei?" Yaoyorozu questioned, "That seemed… specific."
Hizashi hummed, looking back at them, and giving his signature grin, "Don't worry, listeners. Eraser doesn't take anything from anyone." He replied. There was always something about Aizawa's students. They were so protective of him. Kind and caring. Everything that Aizawa reflected on them, they returned back just as strongly. He had never seen Aizawa bond with a group of his students like he did these kids before. They really did win over his soft heart. He looked towards the rest of them, giving them a nod, "He got catcalled in town. So, basically, what he was saying, if you ever find yourself in that situation, try to make sure someone else notices you just in case."
"That bad, huh?" Jirou questioned, looking concerned as she peered over her shoulder towards the way Aizawa had taken off in.
"Those situations could get bad. This isn't something he's used to." The Voice Hero replied. "He's used to no one really looking in his direction."
"What happened out there?" He gained from Kirishima.
He barely caught Todoroki questioning, "What is catcalling?" Before Midoriya was explaining it to him.
Shinsou looked furious for a moment as he grimaced his teeth, "Can't people just not do that kind of thing?" He grumbled.
Hizashi grinned, "It was pretty badass to be honest. Aizawa poured coffee on his head. Then the idiot got a bit violence and Eraser knocked him out with one punch."
Bakugou whistled, a grin coming to his face, "The bastard deserved it."
Hizashi didn't condone violence. Technically speaking. Fighting villains was one thing, but Hizashi was more a physical reactor to outside situations than Aizawa is. Even though, he was in complete agreement with Bakugou on this one. "Well, listeners, I'll leave you be now. Don't go telling Eraser I told you. He's a very private person. I only told you because I know you are concerned for him. He's alright. He's just not used to that kind of thing happening to him." With that he went to walk away, heading off in the direction of the teacher's dorms.
He had managed to round the corner before he heard the quick footsteps behind him. He paused for a moment as he heard the shout of, "Mic-sensei! Wait a second!" He turned to see Shinsou standing there.
"What'dya need, listener?" Mic questioned.
Shinsou shuffled on his feet, bringing his hand up to his neck as he looked in any direction but Hizashi. "Don't…" His voice was so soft as he spoke, but after a minute, he looked at Hizashi with a serious look, "Don't hurt him." Shinsou didn't even wait for Hizashi to say anything back before he was turning on his heel and walking away.
Hizashi chuckled for a second before turning back in the direction he was going and heading off.
Aizawa's students really were protective.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Let me know your thoughts down below or if there is something you might want to see! The final scene was written for tickingclockheart! I hope you liked the scene, and I did it some justice for you! Anyway, I will see you guys next time!
