The Sports Festival came and went without any disturbances from the outside but Shota's students caused quite a wreckage. His colleagues had had a field day with all the chaos Bakugou, Midoriya and Todoroki had caused on the arena that day.
Problem children the whole lot of them.
And on top of that Harry went on a bunch of business trips all over the country and then just before the Sports Festival, he had left for two weeks to Korea. Something that had showed Shota just how busy Harry's schedule really was. And how much work the young man was putting into his enterprise… the Brit's willingness to wear himself out, was clearly an ironically good match for Shota's own work moral.
Something that hadn't help the hero's mood in the slightest.
It was pretty frustrating to have a boyfriend only to be unable to see him or touch him… Ironically, they had statically way less sex than before starting their relationship four weeks ago.
Not that Mummyzawa could have had much horizontal action any way but it frustrated Shota nonetheless.
But on the bright side, the Sports Festival was over now and Recovery Girl had finally unpacked him out of all those damn bandages. So, no more Mummyzawa.
And most importantly, Harry had come home around noon and would come over tonight. Which was why Shota was pacing through his living room, feeling strangely self-conscious about the black jeans and dress shirt he was wearing and he kept fumbling with his hair that he had pulled up into a lazy bun. He had even tried to cook…
Fuck, he was nervous. He had never been this nervous when they had hooked up before, but tonight was different somehow. They were together now, even if Harry hadn't said the words yet…
This thing between them, being serious with each other, this was something that Shota wanted to last. Something he felt he needed to put effort into…
He and Harry only had fantastic but casual sex until that point what if things were going…
Shit, he was overthinking…
If he kept this up he would end up a rambling mess… he would end up like Midoriya.
Shota cringed at the thought.
He was a grown man, damn it!
RING RING RING RING RING RING
Multiple, impatient rings on the door bell shook him out of his head space. A small smile tugged at his lips when he opened the door.
RING RING RING RING
"Ringing so often is considered quite rude in… hmpf."
Shota never managed to finish that sentence because Harry had all but jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around Shota's waist and smashing their lips together. Thanking the years of rigorous training, Shota balanced the younger man in his embrace and allowed himself to be swept away by Harry's hungry kisses.
Damn! Damn, this was… nice.
Surrounded by the Omega's sensual and happy scent, Harry was proving one more time that he could easily kill all logical and apparently all illogical thoughts in Shota's brain. The pro hero was holding on for dear life as a mischievous tongue begged for entrance and plundered his mouth for all he was worth. As the Omega pulled away for some much needed air, Shota was feeling light headed.
"Hi!" Harry chirped out brightly if not at bit breathless as well. "In case this was too subtle. I really missed you, Aizawa." He muttered, pressing a few featherlight pecks on Shota's lips, that send pleasurable shivers down his back.
"Hi… I… me too." The underground hero stuttered.
Just how was Harry able to form full sentences.
Okay, another try!
"Kitchen… food?"
Oh my god! Did kissing make him dumb?
Harry cocked his head cutely to the side.
"You cooked for me?" And then big green eyes trailed down. "Oh, and you dressed up, as well."
Shota felt himself blush in mortification. The Omega laughed softly, expression warm and happy.
"Thanks, Aizawa. I appreciate the effort." Harry placed a kiss on the tip of Shota's nose. "But for the record, I would have also been completely fine and more than happy if you would have worn your usual and didn't cook."
Some of Shota's previous nervousness, that had been sitting on his chest, was unwinding at Harry's words making room for warmth.
"I wanted to." Shota stated simply.
And it was true, he had wanted to make an effort. He wanted this to work out.
Harry hummed happily, still clinging to him like a little koala and burying his head into Shota's scent gland. This was a first, Harry had never smelled him so obviously and unashamed before. And he had yet to allow Shota to scent him.
The Alpha in him grumbled in satisfaction at the Omega's action, please that the other man was seeking his scent and the content sounds he made.
"Hmm, I feel very treasured. The only thing that could have topped that would have contained you opening the door with a lot, and I mean a lot less clothing. And maybe some whipped cream for dessert." Harry hummed, letting his hot breath trail over Shota's sensitive neck.
Being so close to each other there was no way, one of them could have hidden their bodies' reactions to that implication.
The Alpha groaned, causing Harry to laugh brightly. Eyes twinkling in mischief, the Omega then hopped out of his arms.
"Well, then let's eat. One shouldn't waste good food." Grinning Harry sauntered into the living room, leaving Shota with uncomfortably tight pants and cursing his decision to wear jeans and to prepare dinner when he should have simply gone for dessert.
Fuck!
That last night had been beyond amazing. Shota thought a little dazed.
Harry had teased the Alpha hero relentlessly during dinner.
Appreciative moans and little groans when he tasted bites of food.
Pink tongue flicking over lush lips. All this, while sparking, half-lidden green gems had kept eye contact.
And when the bastard had started to suck the last sauce so very slowly off his spoon, Shota had stared to fear that he might jack the table up without using his hands...
Shota had barely eaten anything.
And as soon as Harry had finished his dessert, the hero had jumped up and had thrown his wayward boyfriend over his shoulder, like a damn caveman. Hanging down Shota's back, Harry had cackled manically, knowing very well what kind of torture he had put him through. On the bright side all of Shota's initial nervous had flown out of the window under the pressure of pure sexual frustration and raw desire.
And when the chance had arisen, Shota had given back as good as he had got. He had thoughtfully enjoyed hearing Harry's voice break when he had begged for kisses, for touches… rendering the tantalising Omega into a beautiful panting, moaning and sweaty mess wriggling on the Alpha's sheets.
Like their first time, the one on Harry's couch – because Shota didn't like to consider that forced and feral mating at the subway station to be their first time – the Omega had surrendered himself completely to the Alpha's mercy. Trusting and eager, he had opened up to Shota's ministrations.
The hero had revelled in all the ways he could make his lover fall apart with pleasure.
And while that on itself hadn't been new – Harry had always been almost recklessly open with his body – the soft look in those green eyes, a little less guarded. The frequent tender and gentle way, slender hands brushed through Shota's hair and over his body…
Before those had been just rare little moments, shining through the cracks of Harry's iron mask.
All those were so freely giving now, with a thirst and hunger that revealed just how much Harry had starved himself emotionally and it spoke of the change in their relationship.
Well into the night, they fell asleep.
Content, sated and limbs tangled with each other. Holding Harry as close as possible, the air around them smelling of their mingled scents and sex, Shota felt like his heart was really at ease for the first time in weeks.
With a smile he went to sleep as soundly as he hadn't in years.
Shota groaned, sleep still clinging to his dazed mind.
Fuck!
Holy fuck!
This was…
Fuck!
What an amazing dream?!
Warm and wet.
Sweet kitten licks.
A kiss to the tip.
Being swallowed whole.
Leisure sucks.
A tongue dragging ever so slowly over the vein on the underside.
Shota moaned loudly.
And earned himself a chuckle that resonated though his engorged shaft and another soul deep suck for it.
One of Shota's hands found silky hair and buried itself into the soft strands.
Desperately trying to hold on, to anchor himself against the waves of pleasure, as he rode higher and higher.
Up and down.
Building a rhythm.
Engulfing him to the base.
A strange peeping noise was almost completely drowned out by wet, slurping noises and shouts of passion, as Shota saw white stars behind tightly clenched eye lids.
Hizashi was just back from an early Saturday morning run when he came across the Ground Omega gate.
He blinked in surprise.
Wasn't that Shinsou sitting on the ground?
What was his little Gen Ed listener doing here on a Saturday?
"HEY YO!" Hizashi shouted out in friendly excitement, causing Shinsou to drop the phone he had been staring at and to nearly fall over in fright.
Ups… maybe a bit too excited and a tic too loud.
"Morning kiddo!" Hizashi tried again, somewhat more subdued, smiling reassuringly at the startled kid.
Scrambling to pick up his phone, the boy hunched his shoulders up and glared at the floor.
"I'm not doing anything suspicious or creepy here." He grumbled out.
"Uhmm… okay, never said you were but that doesn't explain what you doing here?!" A bit startled by the unusual response and sensing a huge landmine, the pro hero and teacher opted for a softer and kinder tone.
When the reprimand or attack the teen had apparently waiting for didn't come, he lost some of that dreadful tension and hesitant, violet eyes finally stopped boring holes in the ground and glanced up at Mic.
The little listener didn't get enough sleep judging those massive dark shadows under his eyes… The kid reminded him almost painfully of Aizawa. The stand-offish attitude, the way he had pushed forward in the tournament and also the way he seemed to doubt himself still.
Cocking his head to the side Hizashi waited patiently for the kid to mulishly work out a response.
"I wanted to train." Shinsou finally offered evasively
"Alone, little listener?" Hizashi asked with raised eyebrow.
That was highly unlikely.
Shinsou sighed, shoulders slumping in what looked like disappointment, dragging his feet through the dirt.
"No. Eraser… I mean, Aizawa-sensei has been helping me train since the Sports Festival." The admission came haltingly.
Hizashi grinned broadly.
"Did he now?! Good for you, little listener!" The pro hero laughed boisterously, slapping Shinsou on the shoulder.
The wild-haired student winced under the friendly assault.
Oh cute!
Even his reactions were so similar to Aizawa!
Hizashi could barely fight the urge to cuddle Mini-Aizawa, who had just gone back to staring disgruntledly at the ground.
"He promised to meet me here today… An hour ago." The teen revealed darkly. "Must have gotten sick of wasting his time on a hopeless case."
Shinsou didn't seem to be angry per se rather than resigned, as if he had excepted something like this to happen.
Hizashi frowned. "That doesn't sound like him. If he thought you had no potential, he would have told you directly, instead of standing you up here…"
Looking at his watch it was already nine in the morning… Normally Eraser patrolled late into the night and slept late if he could on his free days.
"Maybe he overslept?! Let me call him." Hizashi offered, pulling out his own phone.
"I already tried that…" The boy muttered, sounding hopeless and very tired.
Voicemail…
That was strange indeed.
"I'll check in on him." Hizashi announced, causing Shinsou to blink at him, looking stunned. Like he hadn't thought that Hizashi would try to help him.
"So, you don't think he wants to stop helping me?"
Aww, that little listener. So little trust in his teachers. Cases like this made Hizashi's ache.
"Yeah, I'm 100 % sure! That isn't his style, believe me. Maybe something happened…?" Hizashi mumbled the last part more to himself than his student, but Shinsou eyes grew wide. "Ah, don't worry!" Mic waved the boy's concern away. "I'm going to check in on him. I have his spare key." Giving the kid an exaggerated wink, the voice hero was already turning to move in the direction of Aizawa's apartment.
"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Shinsou jogged after him. "I… I didn't even think that he could be in trouble! I want to make sure he's okay, too."
That wasn't really wise… but if he left Shinsou here the kid would worry all weekend…
And in the worst case he might need someone who could get help and back-up.
"Okay, but if something suspicious is happening and I tell you to go, you go! No discussion! Alright?" Hizashi announced unusual serious, needing his student to understand that he wasn't fooling around.
Shinsou simply nodded, looking determined and focused.
At Aizawa's apartment, Hizashi tried listening on the door, but he heard nothing.
Signalling Shinsou to stand back and to be quiet, he opened the door and carefully moved into his friend's flat. On the first glance there wasn't anything unusual but… something felt a bit different.
Had Shota cleaned up recently? Usually, the flat wasn't so… well, tidy.
Moving further into the living room, both him and the kid startled. Perplexed they shared a glance.
Was that humming they could hear from the kitchen?
Alarmed that Shota's unhealthy life style might have led to an early stroke or that he had been a victim of a personality altering quirk, Hizashi made haste to follow the source of the sweet humming sounds.
Only to find… not Aizawa!
Not-Aizawa was a man. A slender, fine boned man with curly dark hair, who at the noise of their entrance, stopped humming and whirled around.
A whisk raised defensively and staring at them out of wide, emerald green eyes.
Gorgeous, was the first thing that went through Hizashi's head.
The man was simply said… gorgeous! While definitely male there was a sensual beauty to him, that just drew the eye.
The second thing was, more along the lines of 'Oh my god!' when Mic's mind caught up on the fact what the stranger was wearing…
This was the oversized All Might hoody, Nemuri had given Aizawa three years ago as a gag gift. Already comfortably big on his friend, it dwarfed the smaller stranger and covered him to mid-thigh.
Very, very naked thighs!
It seemed to be the only thing the man was wearing, beside an Omega's collar!?
Was this who he thought it was?
Holy shit!
Holy SHIT!
"HOL…" a finger was pushed against Hizashi's lips, effectively stunning and silencing him.
"Indoor voice if you please, Shota's still sleeping." The Omega muttered lowly, before quickly stepping out of Hizashi's reach.
"Who are you?" Shinsou sounded more morbidly curious than suspicious.
The sound hero blushed in embarrassment, even to the kid the situation they had stumbled must be quite clear…
A dishevelled, half-naked Omega standing in Aizawa's kitchen between a gurgling coffee maker and something that was probably pancake batter dripping of a whisk… it wasn't difficult to put two and two together here.
Catching Hizashi bashfulness with the situation, the Omega smirked teasingly at them. The green eyes twinkling with mirth, as he leaned against the counter, a portray of complete ease in what should be considered as an awkward situation.
"My name is Potter Harry. And who might you be?"
"I'm Shinsou Hitoshi." The kid didn't miss a beat to answer. His usually, flat expression alight with curiosity.
"Nice to meet you Shinso-kun." Potter-san smiled, sharp green eyes never quite leaving Hizashi.
The voice hero swallowed, he should introduce himself… and considering that he was in civilian gear…
"Yamada Hizashi. I'm friends with Aizawa. We work together. Nice to meet you, Potter-san."
A light of recognition ran through the Omega's expression.
"And is there a reason why you and a teenager just broke into your friends flat?" Potter asked lightly.
"We didn't break in! Yamada-sensei has a key." Shinsou offered with a shrug.
"We were worried. Aizawa had a training appointment with Shinsou-kun about an hour ago… It's… unusual for him to miss dates like this."
Green eyes grew wide as Potter pressed a hand before his mouth, obviously trying to stifle a startled laugh.
"Oh! Oh, oh my… now that you say it the alarm might have gone off at some point. I'm sorry that Shota missed your training appointment." Potter was still fighting for composure. "It was kind of my fault… for distracting him." The Omega purred, lips twitching with mirth.
For a moment Shinsou frowned in confusion while Hizashi was already firmly looking at the ceiling. Ears burning.
Oh god!
The images his stupid, overactive mind was creating…
A low whinging sound escaped the hero when Shinsou suddenly went bright red and let out an 'eep'-like noise, causing the shameless Omega to laugh brightly at their expense.
"Since you're already here, do you want a coffee? The kid looks like he could use one or three." Potter was smiling wryly at them, apparently still completely unbothered by his state of undress.
"Yes, please!" Shinsou agreed promptly before Hizashi had a chance to intervene.
"Ah… just let me get the cups." Humming softly, Potter went to the cupboard to get the coffee mugs. Having to stretch a little to reach them, cause the hoody to ride up a few inches revealing….
With lighting speed Hizashi covered Shinsou's innocent eyes. Well, as innocent as a teenage boy's eyes with access to the internet could be… but that was beside the point when Hizashi got a full view of the lacy fringe covering the peachy, round flesh of the Omega's ass.
Unable to deal with this any longer Hizashi decided that desperate time called for desperate measures.
"AIZAWA! SHOTA! GET UP, DA…mn it!"
Never in his life he had been so fucking glad to feel his quirk getting blocked.
Long black hair tousled, but looking oddly recuperated, Aizawa was leaning against his kitchen doorway, already wearing his trademark black jumpsuit.
"Please refrain from making so much noise." The underground hero grumbled, before frowning at Potter.
"Please stop playing around with Yamada, Harry." The reprimand was spoken in a completely flat tone but Hizashi knew Aizawa long enough to recognize that he slight amused tilt to his lips.
But that turned quickly into a dark frown, stepping forward the underground hero tugged at the hoody, looking quite displeased.
"Why the hell are you wearing that thing?" Hizashi gapped at the possessiveness in his friend's voice.
Aizawa Shota was an Alpha. But until that moment Hizashi would have sworn on every record that he owned that Aizawa never acted like one…
Until now!
Potter didn't seem to bother in the slightest by this behaviour, though. Instead, he cocked his head to the side that might have looked submissive if not for the way the maintained direct eye contact with Aizawa and the open mischief in his expression.
"It looked very comfy. And like something you might enjoy ripping off me later."
The effect was immediate, as a very low growl rumbled through Hizashi's friends, who's eyes had darkened with desire. Before Aizawa could continue contemplating if he really should rip the offending All Might hoody off his… boyfriend's (?) body...
Holy shit! What a thought!!
But back on track! Hizashi had to intervene!
"Hey hey hey! Tune the heat down! There's a student present! And an easily disturbed friend as well!"
With a huff Aizawa dropped his head on Potter's shoulder, while the Omega smiled apologetic.
"Sorry for missing the appointment, Shinsou. I…" Aizawa grumbled, awkwardly scratching his cheek, before dropping into a chair.
"I already told them that it was my fault that you didn't hear the alarm." Potter offered, while setting three big mugs with steaming coffee in front of the two heroes and their student.
"You did, didn't you?" Shota groaned in exasperation.
The Omega just shrugged, unashamed.
"So, you're Sensei's boyfriend, right?!" Shinsou asked after a few gulps of coffee.
"That's none of your business, brat!" Aizawa deadpanned, before throwing a searching look at the Omega. "But yes, he is."
Potter positively beamed.
"Well, since you probably planned to still train with Shinsou-kun… Pancakes anyone?"
"Don't feed the kid too much or he's going to throw up." Aizawa huffed, causing Shinsou to pale.
Shaking in bemusement his head Potter set to work.
It turned out to be probably the weirdest breakfast Hizashi had ever attended.
The pancakes were really good and despite his scandalous appearance Potter-san created a strangely domestic atmosphere around them. Bustling around to make sure that their coffee cups were refilled, shoving some rabbit-shaped apple slices at Shinso-kun, making small talk, while teasing a grumpy Aizawa about his poor social skills every now and then.
All in all, the teasing was a lot tamer and definitely more child-appropriate than before but Hizashi had already come to the conclusion that Kayama would adore the gutsy and witty, young man. The R-rated heroine would love Potter-san and Hizashi shuddered a little when he thought of all the mischief the two might come up with.
"What's Aizawa teaching you on a Saturday, Shinso-kun?" Potter-san asked in earnest curiosity, before raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend(?) "I didn't expect you to play favourite with your students like that?"
"I'm not." The underground hero flatly stared back at the lovely Omega.
Potter-san blinked, holding Aizawa's gaze undeterred. Hizashi already knew how short his friend could be. Always to the point, blunt and even on good days, never saying more than strictly necessary.
It was one of Aizawa's most frustrating characteristics… imagine Hizashi's surprise when his best friend slouched deeper into his chair and gave in with a sigh of exasperation.
"Shinsou is not a hero curse student. So, I'm not giving him an unfair advantage. The opposite in fact."
Apparently giving up on getting a sufficient explanation from the grumpy man and getting only a helpless shrug from Hizashi himself, Potter-san turned back to the little listener. The tried teen mimicked his dark-haired teacher's slouching posture perfectly, causing Hizashi and Potter-san to exchange an amused glance.
"I'm a Gen Ed student. I didn't do too bad on the Sports Festival and I might get the chance to switch to the hero curse. Sensei's helping me train for that." The lanky boy mumbled, eyes fixed on the table top and a tiny blush creeping over his pale cheeks.
"Ah, I see!" Potter-san's green eyes were twinkling as he turned a big knowing smile at Aizawa, who in turn glared back and pouted.
Hizashi learned then that the Omega had a very nice and bright laugher. The young foreigner leaned over to Aizawa.
"That's awfully nice of you, Aizawa-sensei." He cooed playfully.
It sounded innocent enough to Hizashi but the way his friend quickly hid his expression behind long unruly tresses of hair until only the bright red tips of his hair could be seen, implied something else.
"He's got potential! That's all." The underground hero grumbled, sounding defiant.
Causing Shinsou to blush as well at the blunt praise. It reminded Hizashi that the little listener had feared that Aizawa, who was probably his only help in getting into the hero curse, had given up on his. Hearing his teacher state so clear that he saw potential in his student, had to be a big relief.
"I still need to learn a lot if I want to make it, though." Shinsou-kun admitted, sounding like a typical sulking teenager.
"Aww, the impatience of the youth! I remember feeling like that. Wanting to be better and stronger already. Independent and acknowledged." Potter-san grinned good-naturedly.
Hizashi could help but smile as well…
Yeah, he remembered it too. This part of his youth. The dreams and hopes he had shared with his friends, ambitious plans and boisterous laugher.
Turning to Aizawa… Hizashi paused… his friend had a soft but contemplating look, on his face while gazing at the happily chatting Omega.
"Sensei is helping me with combat training… since he has a non-combat quirk as well." Shinsou mumbled shyly, glancing at Potter-san.
"Ah, that makes sense." He nodded. "Is that why you're not in the hero curse from the beginning? Aizawa told me, the entrance exam is quite tricky without a flashy quirk."
"Yeah." Scowling deeply, Shinsou picked moodily on his last pancake.
"Well, you impressed a lot of people at the Sports Festival, little listener!" Hizashi gave Shinsou a cheery thumps-up.
"Hmpf! The guys from the hero curse seemed quite pissed off by my quirk." The teen huffed bitterly, until Aizawa cuffed him on the head.
"Ouch!" Shinsou yelped.
"That's their problem, not yours." Aizawa stated flatly. "And you should have been able to dodge that."
With a big groan Shinsou let himself fall against the chair.
Still staring at his student, the underground hero missed Potter-san moving swiftly.
Hizashi felt his eyes growing wide and Shinsou was openly gapping when the Omega stole a quick kiss from a stunned Aizawa's lips.
"Wha…?!" Looking like a cat that had been brushed the wrong way, the underground hero twitched upright in his seat. "Please, don't do stuff like that so suddenly…" He finally managed to grumble.
"Shouldn't you have been able to dodge that?" Potter-san laughed throwing wink at Shinsou-kun.
"That's not funny!"
Hizashi couldn't help himself then, laughing loudly at the expense of his friend's blunt grumpiness.
"Yes Eraser, it totally was! Your face was priceless"
Even Shinsou was hiding an involuntary grin behind his hand.
"So, your non-combative quirk had the future heroes on their toes then?" Potter-san asked face alight with a friendly curiosity.
The pretty man had obviously caught on to the fact that Shinsou's quirk was a sore topic for the kid and even the kiss had been a try to ease some of the boy's tension. It seemed to have worked, since the sulky mood of the teen had certainly lightened a bit.
"Hmmhmm." The little listener hummed. His face showed an endearing mix of bashfulness and pride of his success. "I was the only Gen Ed student to reach the third task… but I lost in the first round of the one on one fights…"
"That seems like a big accomplishment. Considering that you haven't received the same training as the hero curse students and you managed to convince Aizawa of your potential. So, congratulation on a job well done!" A grinning Potter-san leaned again over the table, almost revealing those lacy panties to Hizashi again, to pat the teen's wild violet hair.
Shinsou-kun flushed deeply and buried his face into his hands.
"You're too direct, Potter-san! You can't just say stuff like that so bluntly. Nobody…" The embarrassed boy groaned.
Potter-san was still leaning over the table, cocking his head to the side in question.
"Nobody did what?" He asked kindly, a very soft look on his face.
And again, Hizashi noticed, Aizawa staring that the other man, black eyes cataloguing his lover's behaviour with y soft and gentle expression. The voice hero couldn't remember when he had seen his friend looking at another person with anything but a blankness that bordered on boredom.
Shinsou was glancing nervously at Potter-san.
"Nobody praised me like that before. Not with my quirk being what it is… I mean, yes, my class mates were happy, but… I…" The teen stopped, biting on his lips before his expression hardened and he finally looked directly into emerald green eyes. "My quirk is Brainwash. When someone replies to me directly, I can control their actions."
A tense silence settled in the kitchen while Potter-san's eyes grew wide in shock.
Plopping down in shock into Eraser's lap, the Omega blinked, stilling staring at the violet-haired teen.
Shinsou had drawn his shoulders up. An automatic and well-practiced defence mechanism to prepare for an already expected rejection.
"Woah" Potter-san breathed out. "I'm always amazed by the diversity of quirks. But that… that's a tough one."
Shinsou frowned. "What?"
"Quirks can be amazingly helpful in life and they can be quite a burden." Potter-san remarked simply, if not a little remorseful. "A quirk like yours… people tend to be suspicious of powers like this. They scare them. They scare them because they know how temped they would be to abuse them. In the end, it all depends on the integrity of your character."
Shinsou was looking absolutely gobsmacked.
"So, you're saying all the time people called my quirk villainous, it was because of their own deviant thoughts?"
There was a cautiousness in the kid's face, when he asked this question… oh, he was testing Potter-san. Checking if the older man would still respond to him now that he knew about the nature of the boy's quirk.
The Omega smiled softly at Shinsou.
"Well, yes. Most people have thoughts like this. And most people don't act on them… but they feel suspicious of others, expecting the worst of those with powers that scare them, seeing their own darkness reflected in them."
That sounded quite… cynic and world weary to Hizashi. Something he hadn't quite expected from the bright and teasing young man.
"And what do you think?" Shinsou asked, looking so vulnerable that it tore at Hizashi's bleeding heart.
So, the kid's quirk had been deemed villainous, huh? Fuck! But he could see it. The suspicion. The way people or other kids might pull away… how many might have stopped talking or responding to the little listener because they were scared of his quirk? The thought sat heavily on Hizashi's chest. Quirk discrimination was a terrible but very real thing for a lot of people.
"Like I said. It all comes down to your character. After an awful fight with one of my classmates my old headmaster told me once something quite wise and I tried to remember it ever since. 'It's not our abilities that show what we truly are. It's our choices.'" A very gentle smile stretched over Potter-san lips.
"A quirk doesn't determine if you're a good person or if your able to be a hero. It's the other way around. Your decision to be a good person will help you use your quirk for the right things."
Tears welled up in violet eyes at those words. Hizashi felt his own grow suspiciously wet.
"SOOOOO, SUPER TRue!" He cheered loudly until Aizawa cancelled his quirk with a smirk.
Party pooper! Hizashi pouted.
"I… do you… know then… I mean…" Looking frustrated with himself, Shinsou was struggling to find the right words.
"What's your quirk?" He finally blurted out, looking embarrassed and very much socially awkward.
The loud hero couldn't help but notice how Aizawa stiffened almost imperceptible at this. The reaction was infinitesimal… but it had been clear to Hizashi who had learned to read the tiny expressions his friend would show.
Surprisingly, Potter-san stayed relaxed. At least on the outside he gave no indication that he felt uncomfortable or disturbed by the question, even to the hero's trained eyes. Instead, he draped himself over Aizawa, body language almost too open.
Pointedly unbothered.
Practiced.
It was probably the only reason the underground hero kept silent, only glowering slightly.
And Hizashi was starting to get the impression that Potter-san's provocative behaviour was meant to hide his real emotions… which was casting a new light on the way the man had behaved when Hizashi and Shinsou had surprised him in the kitchen. Thinking back that must have scared the Omega quite a bit… two unknown men entering unannounced and sneaking through the flat while he had been barely dressed.
Fuck!
Sure, they had been shocked to see Potter-san but for the dark-haired man it must have been even worse. At least Hizashi and Shinsou had had the advantage of wearing pants at the confrontation…
So, had he tried to make them feel as uncomfortable as he himself had felt? To even out the odds?
The Omega had calmed down considerably since Aizawa had joined them…
Hizashi's musings were interrupted by Potter-san's nonchalant answer to Shinsou-kun's question.
"I'm quirkless."
Holy fuck!