Chapter 8

The day had been quite uneventful, waiting along the city poles for signs of criminal activity with his phone in cue to the head of police, to notify them of anything odd. But, as expected, it was bland. Leaving him absolutely bored. It beat sitting in class to some degree. But then again, in there, he'd get away with throwing himself into a sleeping bag and tuning out the complaints of adolescents.

It had given a great amount of time to reflect on yesterday's events. Still fuming by Mic's erratic behavior. Of course in part to it he wondered how Uraraka had faired in recovery, reminiscing the pained look on her tattered face. No matter how badly he liked to know, he would not call to ask. Emergencies only.

The nurse had said she would be up and about come this morning, but recommended she take it easy.

Aizawa sighed in aggravation, the wind picking up from the high poll he balanced on whipping his scarf and hair around his field of vision that he hadn't bothered to move.

This sucked.

Steadily, he stood, feeling his heels dangerously close to the thin edge of the poll as he let himself fall. Catching the side pieces of building structures that were close with the material around his neck, running on the side of the bricks, jumping roof to roof. There surely wasn't any action here. And if there would be, the police would give him a ring if needed. Not like he had taken a break just yet regardless of the late daylight hours.

So, today's patrol wasn't taken too seriously as he landed on a well known rooftop of an infamous hangout for pro heros. The bass bumping from the music below on the highest floor. It had been a while since he partook in anything at least a little fun. Which by God's after the dramatic turn his life had taken recently, he could use a drink to get his mind out of the gutter.

Undoing his goggles, he stepped up to the small door and wheeled it open. It was dark aside from the glow lamps hanging around the wooden stairwell that led down to the main bar. The smell of cigars was strong, followed by the loud chatter of fellow heros. The only negative to it was that he'd hope no one he knew would be present and would leave him in peace, not like he was known for conversation anyways.

Moving past the people that gathered around in their loud yet uncomfortably personal talks, he walked up to the bar. Ironically enough it was void of anyone, leaving each stool open. Perfect.

He then took a seat, pinching the bridge of his nose before letting out a deep breath. Aizawa felt emotionally exhausted if anything, not used to things being so lively with the people around him. Maybe he was wrong, and a nice simple and quiet life would have suited him better. Recovery Girl was also wary of him even going to his other job today, but plunging himself into work was the best solution he could come up with.

The batista approached, still cleaning a glass with a towel as she tried to appear friendly to the sulking man.

His eyes flashed up, trying to brush the pessimism off.

"Just a shot."

She nodded, walking off to tend to the order.

Don't bother.

Hizashi's unusually cold words irked him more than he tried to lead on. Certainly the man wasn't expecting an apology, not for keeping Uraraka a secret, not for knocking him out cold. Because he wasn't, under any obligation, going to do it.

So, why did it bother him so much? Maybe because this was the first time the loud mouth, cheery man had ever been truly angry with him. It was annoying having to consider anyone else's feelings other than Uraraka since he found even that tiring. The only thing he'd offer Mic would be his thanks for not ratting him out. At least, not just yet.

Glancing at his surroundings, it wouldn't be long before the place would be packed as the sun would set. As of now the day was almost over, almost done with the feeling of dread only to go back to his dark home and be disturbed by horrific visions from his past throughout the night. If anyone could see the things that haunted him, they would understand why he was always so damn tired all the time.

She came back, placing a single glass in front of him before walking back off. He felt grateful that she sensed his unwant for convo. But, it seemed another would not be as respectful as he threw the drink back, his parifial vision catching a field of yellow and black.

Aizawa nearly spit it out as he tried to stand, inching away from the worried yet bright smile that graced Mic's face, his hands on his hips as he stood awkwardly close watching him.

"You- No! Get the fuck away from me you lunatic!," he snapped, trying to stand.

But Mic kept his expression solid, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him back into place while he took a seat beside him. Completely u bothered by the outburst. He smiled at the batista who observed, waving her off as he tried to downplay the few looks they were given.

"Will you calm down? Jeesh I wasn't gunna be mad at you forever. I'm too nosey for that."

"I don't give a shit about how you feel," he hissed, huffing in the other direction.

"You are by far the nerviest person I've ever met."

Mic leaned closer to him, as Aizawa scooted away in anger. It was too soon for either to make amends but like Hizashi just said, he's nosey. Cueing his not well detective work.

"Aren't you supposed to be on patrol right now?"

"There hasn't been any movement today. So, I came to get a quick drink."

He threw an arm around Aizawa's shoulder as he could've sworn he heard cat like growls emitted from him.

Pulling him closer, he let his grin stretch wider, trying to ease the tension.

"So I saw you in the classroom ~," he mused, poking his finger in Aizawa's cheek.

"Really? Who would've guessed," he tried to nudge him away from his hold, but he held him tighter, forcing the affection. A deep scowl formed on his face.

"At least you picked a cute one," he added, finally letting go to reach over the bar and grab an entire bottle of alcohol, leaving money for it in its place. Aizawa rolled his eyes, watching him also grab glasses, pouring one for him and the other for himself. Not like he intended to get shit faced at 4pm when his duty didn't end until 9pm, this was merely a break.

"I didn't pick her. She picked me," he retorted, watching as Mic threw the drink back but began choking on it at his comment.

He swiftly turned his head, eyes widened at him in disbelief. "What!?"

Aizawa lifted the glass to his lips to sip on it for now, amused by the reaction. Anything he'd say would come out like fine gold to Mics ears, as long as he was in on the drama or gossip like a child, it'd be alright. Which he knew damn well that was the problem from the get go.

Just like a child.

"You're lying," he leaned in closer, looking for signs of decite.

But Aizawa shook his head. "Nope."

Mic shuffled nervously, moving back into a comfortable distance.

"So. Why'd you let her? That's usually not your style."

"Not sure. I just recall I had alot to drink prior."

Again, he flailed in place. Drawing his mouth close to Aizawa's hearing range to whisper.

"She took advantage of you!?"

Aizawa scowled, sighing into his hand. "Oh my God, No."

Mic leaned back on the edge of his seat in a shrug.

"Then I don't understand."

"Good, it's not your business anyways," he sassed, bringing the drink back up for another sip. His eyes scanned the clock nearby, reminding him not to take so long idling by like this. Thirty minutes had already passed wasting his time on this idiot by his side.

"Oh come on Shou," he pouted, "I need details or I'll die. You know this"

He grimaced at the taste, feeling the slight buzz coming on as he stood from his seat, brushing the top of his pants.

"One, stop calling me that. And two, I hope you do."

As he walked passed Mic, he reached out and grabbed his elbow. "Where ya going!?"

"Where do you think? Back on patrol."

Mic let go as he tugged his arm from the hold, not bothering to look back as his hands went into his pockets.

Hizashi gave a bright grin. At least they were back on good terms.

So he waved, "YOU'LL TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT EVENTUALLY!"

Aizawa cringed, letting the door slam before the effects of his surround voice hit. The sound of people screaming and cursing at his stupid friend only made him laugh to himself as he felt the cool sunset air hit his face. The high view of the rooftop was magnificent in comparison to the usual days spent below and in some strange sense, he felt bad for humans who chose to live a normal life away from the danger that led to such heavenly experiences.

oo

Prehaps it was the unsettling feel to being cared for that sent her stomach in knots, as she sat on the edge of her bed, rereading the crumpled note in her hands. Over and over her eyes read it, unable to imagine his thought process in doing so at her beside while she lay unconscious.

Her thumbs ran over the paper, then she'd glance at the wade of cash on the nightstand. Could it be guilt? Her parents could never do such a kind thing like splurge even if they wanted to, which was why she still held onto the outdated flip phone in comparison to her friends smart ones. It was just too expensive.

Ochako never felt at place in spending large quantities of money on herself. It just made her feel bad, a voice in the back of her mind telling her to hang onto it for future need. But, then again, it was his money that he gave to her with a hint on what to do with it. She'd feel equally as bad if she didn't go through with it.

Mina and the other girls had all finished getting their wants done with in preparation for the upcoming dance. So she wouldn't want to call them to ask to accompany her even if their friendship was growing strained at her distant behavior. Not that she meant to, she had just been preoccupied.

It was a hard choice. And she had two days to get it over with.

Actually, that wasn't the correct wording. Deep down she was a little excited to say the least. Simply because it was for him. It'd give her something to do anyways since her homework was done, and everyone else had seemed to have gone home to their families during the weekend.

A small smile tugged at her lips, trying to block out any negativity telling her not to while pushing down excuses on why she should stay home. Her parents were probably expecting her home tomorrow anyways and her mother would love to see what she had gotten. There were wonders of the color scheme to go with or what type of heels would match. How she would style her hair.

Checking her phone for any notifications, her eyes lit up at the date with the realization that tomorrow was her birthday. The big congratulatory 17.

She had completely forgotten about it, so yes, she'd definitely be expected home. It was strange that her parents didn't call yet beforehand to give a time in case they wanted to do anything special, but they had grown used to her being a little late as of recently. With her only complaint about the day being that it would not be spent the way she wanted really, by his side.

Tossing herself on her back against the mattress, she lay staring at the ceiling clutching her phone to her chest. Part of her whined that they couldn't be like anyone else, sending messages back in forth in at least small talk. Not like Aizawa would be that way anyways. She heard him mention before that this weekend was his turn for patrols in the neighboring city, so he'd be busy even if he wanted to.

Oh suck it up. You're a big girl right?!

Her round cheeks puffed as she scowled to herself, tossing aside the minimal whines and forcing herself to her feet. Determined to make today a good day all on her own. Not like she wasn't used to going out alone, if anything she preferred it, no offense to her friends of course. She had none growing up to go play so this didn't really matter, not having to give fake laughs or fake attention to idle conversations.

She walked up to her closet, studying the ancient clothing she had since her preteen years. Aizawa had given her Well over enough for one dress, so maybe she could buy other outfits to add to the decaying collection that for some odd reason she was proud of.

Deciding on a plain t-shirt and jeans, she threw it on with her dark green jacket and boots. Throwing her hair up into a bun with her bangs present, carrying along her jawline.

She checked herself out in the mirror. This would do fine, not too flashy or attention drawing, just how she liked it.

Grabbing her brown purse, she shoved the money into her wallet and left. Confident on the day ahead. There was a lovely boutique that had caught her eye the last time she was out with Mina and Tysuu, so that would probably be the first bet in the packed area of the outside mall. Not like the large area couldn't accommodate to other needs if it wasn't the right fit.

The other places she accompanied did have a wonderful selection, but the flashy attire and dolled up ruffles would make her gag, imagining that on her body. It was more suited for Mina with her pink skin to make it light up a room.

Once outside the school, she began her long trip into the city. Walking steadily along the sidewalk. There was a lot of people also out today, it being a Saturday. So hopefully it wouldn't be too much trouble over one simple thing. Though if Mina heard her say that dress shopping was simple, she'd have a fit.

She wondered what Aizawa would except from her. Taking a guess like previously, all she could conjure was grey, red, or black. Would he even expect her to match with him from afar? Because she knew they'd do their normal routine of keeping it light, making small, private meaningful glances across the room as they both pretended to be interested in the others.

Ochako almost felt bad for thinking of everyone that way. But since her encounter with him, she couldn't help it. She'd grown used to the stoic, callous demeanor he held, sinking all of her leisure time into him. It was hard adjusting back to the average teenage lifestyle of gossip and horseplay.

Maybe I should put more effort into hanging out with everyone..

"I'm overthinking everything," she said aloud, nearly there at the rate her mind was going to keep her occupied.

Her thoughts drew back to yesterday, the fight between him and Present Mic with the chaos that insued. She'd have to apologize to Mic for using her quirk on a teacher, regardless if it was to help her own. Then again, it was strange that Aizawa was up and about, recalling her brief awakening as he seemed completely fine. Recovery Girl had explained she was in much more stress, taking a sound wave so close.

But the way he slammed into the side of the mountain made her heart hurt. Hurt for him, and for herself for feeling weak. It just went to show their differences in strength.

Ochako scowled, disregarding her own comments. After all he was a teacher and much older, so obviously there would be a large difference in the way they handled things.

I'm being too hard on myself!

Approaching the inner surrounding of the larger stores, she stilled. Looking around at the vast crowds of people, mainly arm in arm with friends laughing or small children with their parents. Her breath hitched as she suddenly felt a little anxious and out of place.

She tried not to think about it as she swallowed, clutching her bag closer while she began her descent past the crowd. On the other side there were several stores to pick from, each displaying the finest dresses with silk or floral print, hanging knee length or higher. If she recalled correctly, she, Mina and Tysuu didn't have to go far either to find something, though she couldn't really remember the exact stores they went into.

Under the pavilion in the food court area, she could hear the sound of familiar laughter echoing from the canapés.

And sitting around the wooden tables were two of her classmates, an obvious hue of yellow hair tossing his head back on the verge of tears, followed by the green haired boy who leaned with his hand on his shoulder.

For some reason she stopped, gawking at them from the other side.

"You're so stupid man!," Denki hollered through joyous laughter.

Deku could barely contain himself, struggling to catch his breath.

"I know I know! It was so embarrassing you have no idea!," he held his stomach from the cramps setting in, leaning forward. As he wiped the tears from his eyes, they caught sight of her figure standing only a few feet away.

And as their eyes met she blushed, realizing how weird and rude she was acting. Beginning to fidget in place, not knowing what to say.

"Uraraka!," he called, waving at her. Denki also looked up, stunned for a moment but then gave a toothy grin.

It felt warm, unexpected in their yellow haired friends presence but possibly he did mean what he had said that day, about wanting to be friends.

She shyly smiled back.

"H-Hey," she waved, slowly making her way up to the table. Regardless of the circumstances, it didn't feel as awkward as she was making it out to be. Both boys did have this attitude that could drown out bad vibes of a room and replace it with pure positivity.

"Come sit with us!," Deku exclaimed, slapping his hand down on a sit beside them. His gesture made her smile, feeling more welcome like the good ol days spending lunch together. How much she had also missed that.

Ochako nodded, sitting down next to him as Denki smiled at her, leaning on the table by his elbows.

"What ya doin out here Chako?," he asked, both eyes intently on her.

She began to panic on the inside a little. It's not like she ever gave away her relationship with Aizawa, but when anything involved him even in the slightest, her brain would shut down trying to argue up the best excuses.

Scratching the back of her head, she replied, "Oh I'm uh, going pick something out to wear for the dance. All the other girls are finished so it's just me."

"Wow you really are last minute! The dudes have also been done!," Denki added, taken back by her bravery to come all the way out here alone.

Deku gasped at her, giving a worried expression. "Uraraka are you here alone?"

"Well yea," she answered, trying to play it cool. "But it's fine! I prefer it this way!"

Her response clearly set him in a negative state, not finding that acceptable she noted in the furrow of his brows.

"Well, how about we come with? I'm sure we can help you find something!"

Denki nudged him hard on the side as he yelped, rubbing the now tender spot. Her smile grew uneasy.

"Dude not cool! Dress shopping is like, sacred to girls or somethin like that."

"But I don't feel comfortable leaving her alone!"

She watched them bicker in amusement, grateful for the same old Deku that would overly worry about those around him. It was nice having that concern.

As she looked around, the crowd began to thin along certain stores she was considering going into prior. The tall clock tower in the center of the plaza dinged, reminding her that it was now 4pm, since she decided to go so late into the day against Recovery Girl's request.

"By the way how are you feeling?," Deku asked, drawing her out from her mind.

She waved her hands in front of her face defensively, trying to play his concerns off. Otherwise he'd accompany her whether she liked it or not.

"I'm fine! Really I feel super good!"

Maybe lying so often was starting to help push her towards an acting career, because it was convincing enough to make him grin at her.

She even stretched her muscles to try and add to the effect, noticing Denki's eyes trail to the outline of her breast.

"Well I should get going before it gets too late," she added, coming to a stand as she grabbed her purse.

Denki snapped out of it, sheepishly looking away as Deku stood with her.

"So soon?"

"It's getting late, I'm sorry. I'm heading home after this so I'm trying to hurry."

He gave a warm smile, coming closer and wrapping his arms around her for a friendly hug.

Ochako's eyes widened, awkwardly patting him on the back as she quickly pulled away, giving a small one in return.

She waved them off before hurrying through the people, trying to get away from visual level best she could. Not that it was inappropriate what he had done, she could only hope that Deku didn't feel anything sensual for her any longer. The only arms she was used to was Aizawa's, and she intended on keeping it that way.

Adding to it, Denki's known perverted eyes irked her slightly. In a sense she could feel his reddened, furious eyes on her back in anger at what the young boy did, sending goosebumps along her skin.

Coming into the store, she tried to take her time, calculating what exactly to buy or if she'd find something nice here. Reminding herself that it was his money given to her, so to be sure to choose wisely.

Several matching patterns hung loosely through the racks of different materials. Her fingertips skimming over a few in curiosity.

There were limits for what one could wear also, including none- indecent types that would reveal cleavage or too short on the legs. Surely Mina would break that rule, or Momo.

"I'm a bit more conservative anyways," she whispered aloud.

Stepping next to the end of the selection, a certain deep red dress caught her eye. As she pulled it out to examine it, her heart fluttered. The knee length, velvet material dress with black long sleeves on the top half. It was plain, no sign of designs or extra adding that were deemed unnecessary. The black part also came up to her throat so there were no worries about cleavage.

It made her excited, running into the changing room to see if it'd fit.

She quickly undressed, neatly folding her clothes onto the bench along with her purse. Upon looking in the mirror she grimaced, noticing the bruises that lay over her fair skin from being so harshly thrown onto the ground at Mic's intense quirk. It wasn't evident before when she finally got to bathe, her mind was too hazy to even realize.

Maybe I won't apologize after all.

Carefully slipping the ends up, she struggled to zip the back. Thankfully she remembered to put her hair up at least.

It settled over her breast evenly, curved through her hips down to her knees, a little flowly at the bottom to give her an innocent appeal in contrast to its mature colors. Staring at herself in the mirror while taking in the sight of it on her, she began to giggle slightly.

"I kinda look like a vampire," she teased.

But at least the fit was absolute. The price tag hung on its side, catching it with her fingers to observe. She gasped, watching the dash of zeros that surely would give her a heart attack on a normal day. Knowing that at this time, it wouldn't even make a dent in the large wade he had given her. Perhaps she could even return some of it back to him in exchange for the amount this dress had caught. Yes, that idea made her feel a little better about all of this.

Gently pulling it off of her, she got changed back into her normal clothing, slinging the fine material over her arm. Now all that was left was to find shoes to match.

The woman eyed her strangely as she purchased it with straight cash, hurrying out of the shop before there was any trouble.

She made way down the sidewalk into the next store, taking no time to buy the first plain black pair of low heels she could find that fit. Ochako wasn't that picky to begin with no it's not like it mattered, black went with anything.

The sun began to set outside, darkening out the surrounding buildings as she exited with both bags in tow. The street lamps had came on, with people exiting. Her parents house would lead to a different route on the way, opposite direction of the school. It was in the center part of the city, only known for its dangers for thugs in the rundown part. Surely she began to regret venturing out here so late. But she was sure she'd finish in time, if not for being stopped by Deku and Denki.

Ochako sighed in frustration. It couldn't be helped now as the lights from stores began to shut off, an announcement on the intercom stating that the mall would soon be shut down so to leave within the next hour.

She considered calling her parents to come pick her up outside, but didn't want to worry them. After all, she was a U.A. student in the hero course so it was the best time to try and get along in life at her own pace if she ever planned to match anyone.

oo

Aizawa sat on the edge of the rooftop, eyeing the villian nearby as it began to smash several vehicles in the area. The large strength randomly ceasing if it'd try to grab a car, in his amusement he watched the anger on its face, knowing it was his fault that his quirk wasn't working from afar.

Nearby Mt. Lady had come run up, complaining at the disgusting sludge it also gave off as her large feet stepped in it. Not like she was trying to grab onto it anyways to get it to stop.

He growled in agitation, rolling his eyes at her childish behavior. Never would he understand why she was considered so famous.

Aizawa couldn't go near it himself either, the sludge monster would only suck him in nor would his scarf work to grab it properly. So he waited patiently up here as the police blockaded the neighboring streets, standing back in case there was trouble with the civilians.

This wouldn't end soon unless another pro would show up since she clearly wasn't going to do her job properly.

Walking over to the other side of the roof top at the commotion of folks standing on the road, arguing with the police as to why they should pass and that their homes were that way. It was always annoying the attitudes people would come up with, the same people they fought hard to protect. Their egotistical minds letting everyone know they were different and would be fine, etc etc.

Lane duty during situations like this always reminded him of what his quirk could and couldn't do. A hard lesson that hopefully he was instilling well into his students.

It was dark, the stars blocked out from the heavy smoke within the air from the fire springing from the over thrown vehicles.

"This is what I get for complaining about the lack of action," he said aloud, still looking down at the rowdy crowd below. His eyes traveled to the back at the behaved portion of the people, making sure they were staying in place and not trying to sneak around police lines.

But to his shock there she was, a certain brunette that claimed his thoughts daily, trying to look over the people at the scene before them. He yanked his goggles down, rubbing his eyes to make sure who it was.

"What the hell is she doing out here?," he snapped to himself.

Ochako was at a loss, hoping the fued would end soon. This was on the way to her parents home, the only straight route to take. Sure she could easily cut around, but it would take her to the outskirts on the bad side of town. Traveling through the dark alleyways where local bar hoppers frequently vacated, her mother making sure she knew just how bad it was to never go there.

But at this rate, traffic and public access stops took hours to clear. She wouldn't make it home till super late.

The roar from the villain up ahead made everyone jump, startled by its loud yet powerful voice. Mt. Lady was visible over the tall buildings up ahead, both indicating that yes, this would take some time.

Ochako looked around, careful that no one was watching her as she took a few steps back from the people. Taking advantage of her small height, while pressing her back up against a chain link fence that blocked off the alleyway behind it. Surely she'd just cut through real quick. And if she ran into anybody, she'd just float away. That was the plain.

Aizawa's mouth dropped, noticing exactly what she was up to in a situation they were instructed Not to ever do. To always take into consideration police and hero business before going off on your own in a hostile environment. He knew this neighborhood well, a local hangout he and Mic used to party at in his younger days, so he knew exactly the type of trouble that it lead through.

"No!," he yelled aloud, reaching an arm out as if she was within reach as he watched her float over the fence, releasing herself onto the ground behind it, then running off into the darkness out from his vision.

"Fuck!," he left his post immediately, jumping roof to roof at startling speed to her direction.

Ochako hurried along, trying her best to stay calm in the dark as the only light up ahead was the barely lit night sky and the dim bar lights, illuminated signs advertising their beer brand names.

It was quiet aside from the cladder of violent outburst in the distance, being now far off enough that she knew she wouldn't be affected by it. A cold breeze swept past her, chilly with an ominous vibe the place gave off. Tin can garbage pales were dumped all over the ground, trashed with broken bottle debris.

The brick walls were vandalized, spray painted curse words littering the place.

Ochako stayed calm though, passing by the open doors to the alcohol scented bars as she hung her head low less not to attract attention.

Another boom went off, vibrating the ground underneath her as she lost her balance, falling onto scattered bits of glass.

She cried out, peeling her hands away from the cement to examine the damage.

It wasn't so bad as she thought, though the feeling was horrible. Straining to pull out the large shards, her mind had forgot the nearby bar not far behind her.

Chatter ensued as three men came stumbling out, hugging one another for balance with bottles in tow.

She hissed, finally yanking out the last piece. Thankful enough that they weren't little pieces, but deep enough that she'd probably have to wrap her hands once she got home. A good day was seeming far from it at this rate.

The sound of footsteps caught her ears as she turned, eyes widening at the large dark figures who now towered over her.

She could smell the stench of booze soaked onto their clothing, masculine sweat carrying heavy as well.

Ochako grimaced, taking a step back from their ogling eyes and wide grins.

"Hey! Watcha doin in these parts honey?," one asked, placing his arm on the wall to gain leverage over her.

But she didn't want to respond, trying her best to remain calm, backing away further until her back came into contact with a dumpster.

It only made them bust out in laughter at out easily startled she was, showing fear in the face of danger.

"Would you like to party with us?," the other asked.

Yet again, she said nothing. Trembling in her boots, glaring hard at them to appear strong.

"Hey bitch!," the same said, stalking up to her. He fisted a handful of her hair as she screamed, trying to kick him off. Struggling against his hard hold and malicious laughter. The large man pulled her close to him, forcing their bodies to touch to her horror.

"S-Stop it!," she shrieked, trying to push against his hands that began to trail down to her backside. Tears formed in her eyes. No one else had ever touched her like this before, except for Shouta. And she was too scared to do anything, feeling the fire in her burn out as they broke a bottle, the large shards threatening to stab her if she dare fight back.

I wouldn't float away fast enough.

The figure was black all aside from a red trail of light barely clear from the unseen movements it gave off. It was too fast for her eyes to pick up, shouts filled the air followed by large thuds of bodies being slammed into the concrete.

She found herself let go, the pain of his harsh grip in her hair sending pulses through her head as she fell against the wall. Blood spattered across her face as she jumped, shielding her eyes from the gruesome seen.

All she could make out was the cracking of bones as he held both of the man's arms behind him, with a foot on his spine, stretching the limps far back until they couldn't go anymore.

The sounds each man made were horrifying, like the pitch of a dying animal. Until it was eerily quiet, except for the heavy breathing coming from her savior.

Ochako peeked her eyes open through her fingers, recognizing those angry red eyes that stared down at the body he stood on. His shoulders heaved, panting with his hair stood. Until they flickered her way, sending shivers down her back.

"Shouta..," she whispered, lowering her arms.

But he said nothing, taking in the sight of blood droplets staining her cheeks with her undid hair. If he could be grateful for anything, it's that he made it in time before it went any further.

Ochako took a small step forward, shaking in fear at the silence he gave off with the dark shielding him.

But he immediately stormed her way, letting down his quirk as he crushed their mouths together, cupping the sides of her face in his hands.

She gave a muffled sound, giving into the most passionate kiss he'd ever given her. Though she knew he was angry, worry was more evident on his genuine touch. He breathed hard through his nose, the sweaty ends of his hair sticking to her skin.

Their lips moved together. Growing fiercer as she grabbed the collar of his jumpsuit. He buried his hands into her hair, moving more gentle now as he broke away to breath. Foreheads pressed together as they both gasped for air.

He kept his eyes closed to rest them, trying to calm his nerves after watching her be handled that way. Aizawa was so angry he could've murdered them, and it took everything inside not to.

"You idiot," he huffed harshly.

Ochako nodded warmly with watery eyes, not about to argue.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, but I see you are," he retorted, letting her go to grab her hands from his clothing, gently flipping them over to reveal the cuts. They weren't deep enough to need stitches, but a good cleaning would do as blood from the wounds trailed down there wrist, staining the ends of her jacket.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"I watched you break one of my rules on patrol, that's how," he sassed, watching the red tint flood her face.

She wasn't sure if it was from stress, insanity, or just pure happiness that it was him who saved her. But she broke out into a sudden fit of laughter, a burst of giggles that she couldn't hold back.

He looked at her like she was crazy, mouth open and eyes widened at her strange behavior. A single tear of joy leaked out one eye.

"Yea you are an idiot," he scolded, letting go of her hands to run his thumbs over the bloodied drops that stuck to her face. Smearing it completely until it was off.

She stopped laughing, trying to compose herself as she watched him carefully, his eyes focused on helping her.

"I'm gunna call this in. So stay right here with me until the police arrive. I've gotta get back to patrol right after," he added, growing nervous at the strangle way she was staring at him. Like she hadn't heard anything he had just said. Maybe she hit her head too hard.

But in her mind she was too excited to do anything other than take in his features. Feeling blessed to have a man of his caliber want to kiss her, or tend to her very needs. A wave of euphoria had taken over in such a tender moment that she didn't want it to end yet.

Shouta Aizawa was the top hero in her books, now in a literal term.

"What?," he finally snapped, causing her smile to drop.

But as soon as it did, she replaced it with a serious tone as she stood on her tip toes, forcing him back into a deep kiss. The blue and red lights illuminating their bodies from the distance.

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I actually expected this chapter to be shorter than usual but it's actually the longest so far lol sorry if it sucks. I tried.

I changed the title for a special reason that you'll see later on in the last chapters. At first I kinda rushed to think of what to put. I'm not too good at titles or summaries.

I'm glad to see the people giving this ship a chance! I wished aizawa would have a love interest but wasn't satisfied with the other selection of females that he could may get with in the future Canon part so. Ochako, I have my complaints but I like her lol I'm usually a kacchako shipper but I ship both sets so I hope I'm doing well on this story! Review what you think!~