Chapter 14

The quiet rooftop stayed within their company throughout the night well past late hours, the sounds of people and fireworks had long died out. Remaining simply in each other's company, Aizawa stared up at the night sky with the sleeping girl in his arms.

They sat there, him leaning on the other side against the wall that led to the door. Ochako in between his legs with her back pressed to his chest, taking soft breaths with her eyes closed while both arms wrapped around her waist. Sure to keep still for her to rest.

They weren't sure how much time passed, it went disregarded at some point. Though eventually they'd have to leave with duties to attend to at dawn. Thankfully enough no one had come up to check.

Each second spent felt boundless, the seldom opportunities to simply just be. Exist with one another without interruption from the annoyance of life and its distractions that tended to pile up as of late.

A disturbed sound emitted from the girl, his eyes lazily glancing down at her to see furrowed brows. Lightly twitching her head in discomfort while mumbling something incoherent. Fingernails digging into his hand for a moment as she moved once more.

Carefully his hold tightened around, pulling her into him closer while he leaned down. Nuzzling his nose into her neck to administer soft kisses. Her body stilled though the pained expression remained, whimpering out from the visions in her mind.

"Uraraka," he whispered softly, causing her head to instinctively turn in the voice's direction, brows undoing themselves.

While he kissed further down, trying not to wake her just yet with a soft sigh coming past her parted lips. Relaxing in his arms. Aizawa wondered if she always had trouble sleeping like this, though not as intense of night terrors as he, waking up in a drenched sweat unable to breath. Scanning the room for unidentifiable intruders in the shadows. Along with that, they weren't so easily soothed.

His eyes skimmed down to the dress she had picked for the evening, laughing internally at how good of a guess the girl made by the color scheme, matching his own with a deep red. Black mixed in, indefinite contrast to the usual bright colors she preferred. It was a little flattering in a sense, staring at her with a bit of a gothic appearance from afar. In a way he should've complimented the choice, noting there was still time.

Tracing the outer material of ruffles that raked past her sides, down to the end of her skirt with one hand, noticing the black leggings underneath that protected her. Smirking to himself, knowing damn well she'd scream if he tore it in any way. Despite that it was easily replaceable.

Slipping under the skirt, he slid through the ruffles to reach that certain area. With his other hand creeping up to cup her breast through the fabric. Lightly applying pressure, causing her to stir a little. An own egotistical way of revenge for waking him the other night.

She sighed softly once more as his fingers rubbed her through the leggings, moving her head once more to face him though not yet awake. Kissing the side of her neck harder, lips trailing back up to nip beneath her ear.

Aizawa could feel her breathing quicken with her heart racing under the hand on her chest.

He applied more pressure, circling his fingertips around while her legs began to quiver. Gasping softly, unsure if Ochako was awake yet or not. So he pulled them back, rummaging through the ruffles to find the end of her leggings while he slipped his hand underneath. Feeling her writhe under them at the contact, her back arching against him. Though he held her firmly by the breast, not letting her go to feel every movement, each pleasured cry.

Sliding his fingers around to coat them in the slick feel. Ochako's eyes fluttered open, leaning her head back against his shoulder while sighing.

"W-What are you doing?," she whimpered, one of her hands finding the silky black locks to bury them into his scalp as he sucked hard on her throat.

"Shh," he purred, unanswering as he slid a finger into her. Feeling his hair stand, knowing he activated his quirk at the sound of her crying out. His other hand went to her mouth to stifle the noises she made.

He felt her nails clawing against his head letting out a low groan, trying to compose himself before giving in, tarnishing the well suited attire borrowed from Yamada. Which wouldn't go over well if it was brought back with obvious stains.

Beneath his hand pooled a warm bit of drool, leaking out from it to slide down her chin. Noticing to pull away just enough for her to gasp for air, immediately yanking him up by the hair to force their lips together, catching each whimper she gave while inserting another into her.

Ochako's entire body writhed in pleasure, bringing his hand back down to her breast to massage more aggressively, the movement of his fingers intensed. He could feel her hips grinding against him hinting at what she truly wanted, rubbing at his hardened erection. Through his nostrils he let out a shaky breath, trying not to tremble at the contact. Basing this solely on her for the evening.

Breaking away, their mouths lingering close by as she panted, eyes half lidded, teeth sucking hard on her bottom lip. Aizawa stared at her hard, watching her reaction as he pushed deeper into her with a satisfied gasp radiating.

"P-Please," she pleaded, grinding against him once more.

"Not tonight," he whispered, sweetly pressing his lips back to her, listening to a whine of protest.

Quickening the pace, he could feel her walls tightening followed by the tremendous slick feel that soaked through the leggings. Diving rougher into her just to hit that sweet spot, her smaller body shaking as thighs tried to close around his hand, begging it not to stop.

Ochako kissed him fiercely, eyes clenching - letting him swallow each moan with the stars floating her vision. Leaning back into him with such force that he hissed, the uneven cement on wall digging into his back. Though he ignored it, holding her mouth against his as she came. Breath hitched, her lips parted just enough to let out a weak sigh.

Aizawa waited for her to come back to senses, barely thrusting a few more times before sliding his coated hand out from under them. An aching feel to them from working so hard, flexing the muscles in his fingers. Also trying to ignore the throb within his pants.

Her panting ceased to regular breathing in a few minutes as her eyes opened, looking up at him warmly. "What was that for?"

"Pay back I guess you can say."

Ochako gave a slight huff, giving a quick peck on the cheek as she tried to sit up now. Their bodies lingered on the hard ground for far too long. Until her hands accidentally brushed against his lower regions while pushing off of him, listening to a sharp breath he gave. Their eyes locked, gasping to pull her hand away.

"Do you.. Want me to return the favor?"

A hard shade of red filled his face as he gaped at her, turning away in embarrassment to break eye contact. In truth he'd thought about asking many times, turning late night dreams into reality. Though it didn't seem gentlemen like with a girl like her, compared to other meaningless women.

"It'll go away," he replied shyly.

Mentally she sighed with relief, regardless of what they had done, she wasn't sure of herself in That ability. Watching as he rose to his feet, a pained expression stretching away the tight muscles. Before extending a hand to her.

The sun began to rise over the horizon, filling rooftops with a glow of light through purple clouds. Squinting their eyes at the brightness, a gentle morning breeze met it to bask in the orange hue as she pulled the suited jacket around her tighter. Watching him dig into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and the lighter. Lazily placing it within his lips, moving to lean on the railing.

The ponytail holding back his half done hair had fallen out, swaying black locks over his shoulders. A smell of cologne and smoke hit her nostrils, inhaling slightly to give a comforted smile that felt more at home than before. Unable to spend much time together lately was bothersome, but she'd try to play it off, less come across as clingy.

Yet she couldn't help but stare, standing a few feet behind him. Admiring the alluring way the black sleeved shirt held defined muscles, tightly gripping his arms, the lower half exposed from rolling them up. A reddened vest to match his vibe, all of which was done for her sake. Sure to make time at the end of the night, and carrying it on onto now. Just the two of them.

Sneakily, she slid his phone out from the jacket pocket. Fiddling with the screen that was locked, but allowed either emergency calls or a picture option, internally giggling at the cats on the lock screen background. Choosing the other, sliding her fingers over the camera icon.

"So we're at that stage now?," he mocked, the sound of his voice causing her to jump. His cold eyes boring into her at being caught with his private device.

"I-I wasn't tryna unlock it! I just...wanted a picture," she mused shyly, extending it out to him as he swiped it. Scoffing at the open camera, his eyes flickering from it, to her.

"I rarely take pictures."

"It'll just be this one teeny time! We just look so nice all dressed up!," she pleaded, clasping her hands together as if to pray.

It was hard to say no to that adorable action, knowing it had good intentions, but came with a high risk. One that surely could be played off if ever caught, like anything else they'd shared. Another step couples usually took, and it was hard to deny after what transpired earlier with Mic, that he hadn't felt a ting of possessiveness.

So he sighed, gesturing for her to come with an arm outstretched. Hearing her gleeful laugh as she skipped over to him. Twirling around to press her back to him, waiting for the lense to switch frontward.

"Don't think this will happen often. Just one time," he warned, leaning the screen up to capture them both.

Ochako smiled brightly, butterflies in her stomach at the smallest hints of him allowing her inside his personal space like this. It was sweet enough, knowing on usual terms he'd be uncomfortable. All just for her sake, the camera shuttering for one take as he pulled away. Noticing a pout on her face.

"Wait I don't know if that was a good one!," she whined, going to grab it but he pulled away, raising the phone above his head out of her reach.

"Too bad. I said one time," he snapped back, pressing the cigarette back to his lips for another drag as he glanced at the screen. A picture of the two of them upon it, his fake smile meeting her toothy one that he tried to stifle back a laugh at. Loving the way her makeup smeared around her eyes and hair completely disheveled. Not that he'd let her know, clicking the screen dark and shoving it into his pocket.

"So what are you doing today?," she asked, trying to get an idea of what he did on school days off aside from a pro's side job.

Though like expected, he answered, "Patrols," in a bored fashion. "I've actually gotta go soon to change."

"Oh…"

He looked her over, annoyed by the sad tone of voice, so quick to change emotions like that over one small answer. Knowing better than to assume a detailed explanation. "What is it?"

Ochako fiddled with her fingers nervously, half expected to get a lecture if she replied honestly. ".. I was hoping we could d-do something together sometime."

His eyes widened, near offended at the nerve to suggest an idea of that sort. Aware of the risk and how hard it'd be to cover those tracks. Mentally cursing that the more they got tangled up together, the more difficult things were turning out to be. But strangely enough, the thought wasn't half bad, knowing that eventually this would come up. Unable to bank on their secret meetings for much longer and let Ochako be satisfied with just that, also knowing she probably didn't want to go home for the next bit as often as possible.

Taking another drag before flicking it off the side of the roof, he turned to face her. Expression hard to read to try not to seem agitated.

"You know we can't do that," he added, disappointment gracing her features as he mentally cursed. Watching her head sink a little low.

Aizawa sighed hard, stepping up to her to tug on his jacket. Gesturing to get it back as her arms slowly came undone from the sleeves, once done tossing it over his shoulder.

"Tell you what," he began, catching the glint in her eyes. "I'll be around town, fairly far from here actually. Usually I don't cross paths with anyone specific. If you're by Hopper's café at around threeish, go inside. I'll be there."

Ochako's face lit up, hoping that her ears hadn't misheard the kind idea extended out from her original desire. " Really?"

"Sure. Don't you dare tell anyone, deal?"

She nodded quickly, hugging herself from another gust of breeze at the loss of warmth as he slipped the jacket on.

"Good. Now go get cleaned up in the meantime. I've got stuff to do until then, so, meet you there," he said flatly, gently pulling her elbow towards the doors to leave and part ways for the next few hours.

While he offered for her to be the first to leave standing with the door open, watching her take a few steps down the stairs, he remembered the thought from earlier.

"Uraraka," he called out, causing her to halt and turn. "You looked really nice last night."

Face flushed from the compliment still out of character, she gave a bashful smile. Hurrying to skip down the flight of stairs away from watchful eyes.

oo

The day hit the adults in a blaze of hangovers, shielding eyes from the sun's bright rays as Mic exited his car. Briefly stopping to notice the other teachers vehicles, counting just how many actually showed to clean up last night's venue, along with a certain black car that never left. Streamers, firework boxes, decor and the amp set up all needed to be discarded as of today before school resumed. With a list of paperwork on their heads due to upcoming internships to give their homeroom classes. All needed to be filed and stamped for approval.

Previously, after the dance, each had gone out for more drinks at local bars with Midnight and Snipe in tow. Half expecting for Aizawa to make an appearance, to which their wonder, had never shown nor answered his phone. Mic on the other hand had an idea of the man's whereabouts, trying to distract from the thought. And hoping he enjoyed himself because as of now, they needed help packing.

Grabbing a few empty boxes tucked into one another, he kicked the car door shut. Groaning at the throbbing headache met with today's chores. Though as he made way through the parking lot, a dark figure began wandering into it at the same time. Hands stuffed into his pockets and suit a tad dirtied, enough to make him grimace.

"Shouta!," he barked, storming up to him with a glare, similar to Aizawa's hardened one. "My suit! Why is it all messed up!?"

"It's nothing you can't get out."

They stared at one another, agitation growing more at his nonchalant attitude.

"You know you were my ride home, we came together."

"You're a grown man." Aizawa tried to end it there by moving past him, but a hand shot out, gripping him hard by the forearm.

"Where are you going!? We've got loads of crap to do today!"

"You do. I've got patrols," he snapped, yanking his arm free to stagger back, their brows creasing further the more intense the seconds ticked.

"Like hell you do! You know I'm glad to see you're doing something out of the blue with a certain female, but this attitude is really starting to piss me off."

"Oh yea? Go tell the others about it then, you practically love spilling my personal life out to anyone who will hear."

Mic scoffed, gripping the boxes tighter as Aizawa stepped away. Strolling down the parking lot towards his car, not bothering to add any more hurt to injury than the man already was, standing alone to work the day off.

"What about intern papers!?," he hollared, trying to somewhat convince his friend to stay for that part.

But as expected since Aizawa was always on top of things, he replied back, "Already filed on my desk."

The engine started, no more indulgence in a pointless conversation as it pulled out, swiftly curving out from the parking lot to leave Mic sulking in the gateway.

Off into the dorm outter doorway, Ochako watched the exchange while Aizawa left. Unable to listen in on what they were discussing, other than shouts and an ugly physical altercation from each other, she wondered how their friendship even faired so long with how ugly they acted sometimes. Worried if she was welcomed to pry or not, finally heaving the metal doors open with exhausted features. Feeling the weight of the world from the late night and grimy makeup asking to be taken off immediately. Heels had long dug into her feet, an ache creeping up the same as she did inside with the lights still off. Surely everyone had slept the morning off like smart students.

Ochako made it up the stairs, yawning loudly and stretching her arms above her head. Still wheeling from a wonderful night smiling to herself proudly. Later on she'd keep in mind to ask him to send her that picture as a keepsake, a memory stamp of their time together and he in some sense, as her first ever date. Those final words replaying over and over, complimenting the attire she didn't want to wear out in the first place, feeling ridiculous. But they matched perfectly, scooped up into his arms, shrouded in firework lights as their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. It was enough to make her heart flutter, carefully opening her dorm room door.

Once inside, she sighed hard. Hurrying to slip off the shoes and run towards the bathroom, ready for a hot shower and sore back muscles to happily welcome it.

But once there, turning on the light, she nearly shrieked at her appearance. Completely undone in a mess of hair and smeared mascara that seeded a deep shade of embarrassment on her face at Aizawa seeing her that way.

"Is that why he didn't let me see!? Oh my gosh I look awful!," she cried, pulling out bobby pins to rest on her lips, wincing at each tiny black rod being yanked out of knotted locks. As she cocked her head more to the side, a red mark became visible on her neck right below her ear. A nice love bite for all to see, that of course, would require more makeup to cover later before anyone saw.

The hot water hit her skin so nicely that she mulled contently, eager to sleep hard until the afternoon when she'd have to sneak away to meet up. Running lavender shampoo over the hardened, hair sprayed down parts to dig it out of place. Wincing at the pain tugging it out, ripping strands with it. All for Mina's sake, pressured to look presentable while the pinkette over killed.

To say the least the dance was more enjoyable than she would have guessed, even if the first half didn't go as planned. Deku would be granted a little of her time sometime soon for a silent apology for dipping out the way she did, regardless if they weren't there together. It was a little guilty to feel as though her friends were being neglected, but all of it would come soon enough. She was positive of it, taking a mental note that after today, they'd all have her full attention. Well, right after the internships that is. Grateful at least now they had partners to keep them company in her absence.

Conditioner combed it all out thoroughly, clenching her eyes shut under the water to help rinse off. Ochako's thoughts no matter what activity she did, had always gone to Aizawa. An unhealthy habit she was aware that she picked up lately, imagining him within any space she occupied, listening to his lectures or trying to picture what he'd say. Always piling on comebacks for later use when they were actually in person. It was the one handy thing about it, although he was clever enough to stifle it before she'd win with a touch to distract. Smoothening his own ego in the process. His constant teasing and physical touches to work together was the perfect combination to catch her off guard every single time.

The dorm was quiet in the halls outside the door, not a single linger off footsteps was heard as she exited the shower. Roughly rubbing the towel throughout her hair and pulling his sweatshirt back over that needed a washing by now. But she couldn't help but keep it close by, inhaling his familiar scent that still lingered on her sheets as she sneaked into bed.

oo

"Got it Tsukauchi. Yes I know, it's headed this way," he replied over the phone before hanging up, lazily waiting in the middle of the unbusy street for an oncoming villian who had slipped past police custody momentarily. Not that it was a major threat, a minor gang banger easy to toss around and handle before the cops showed up to disrupt their daily plans. And quick to take care of it before Ochako arrived in the vicinity, truthfully he was growing bored waiting around anyways.

The afternoon set in sooner than expected, with anticipation growing, knowing that he'd see her once again. Twice in one day was saying a lot in a sense, to make time for someone like this was unheard of in his agenda, careful to like personal space a bit too much. But what could he say, the girl was inching further into his consciousness more than he'd like to admit with her bright smile being the first thing he wanted to see in the morning. And the same, into the nights together.

This place specifically chosen was definitely crossing boundaries, being as not even Mic was aware of this casual hangout nor these group of recovered villains that ran the place. He could recall being present when the idea was sprang up years back with mediocre blueprints, not knowing one day it'd actually come true. And they left a spot just for him, with the usual solid black no sugar coffee waiting on the house. It was a dangerous position to not only invite her out in public, though they'd play it off like it was a coincidence, but to this exact Cafe was a daring move. Simply put these individuals were distinctive in his life.

A wolf like villan ran out from the corner in an instant, howling at the high sky while trampling down the street. It's thick claws echoing off the concrete as he went unnoticed so far in its conquest. Aizawa could only scowl to himself at its pathetic display, barely putting up much of a thought in flight it seemed, like an amateur move.

And in one swift motion the second it came under a street lamp, a yelp rang out. Wrapped up in a wad in the threshold of the capture scarf, hoisted into the air. Thrashing against the confines.

The police were already on the scene not far off, blue and red lights shining off the metal shingles of the buildings they passed with sirens screeching to a halt. Running out from their vehicles to access the situation at hand while he pulled out his phone and a single cigarette, slowly walking off to lean on the outside of the Cafe. Skimming through his screen to see if she'd called or messaged yet.

Though nothing greeted the notifications, growing in an agitated for having to wait like this. Kamachi opened the glass doors once the villan was dealt with by the police, sure to have Aizawa back the large mantis up that he wasn't a bad guy before peeking his head out the door, noticing the man's bad demeanor.

"You gonna come inside yet? You've been pacing the street for an hour now," he asked, noticing the way Aizawa twitched one of his legs in partial anxiety, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Not yet."

"Waiting on someone?"

Aizawa flashed him an annoyed expression, signaling to be left alone. The sound of cats meowing could be heard from inside, followed by the scent of freshly brewed tea, herbs and coffee beans. A pleasant feel to the place from his tired body, wishing for the day to end so that he could sleep.

The door closed, giving into his unspoken wishes as he sighed. Burying the phone into his pockets while taking a final drag, flicking it onto the ground.

"It's not nice to litter like that all the time," a female voice sang as his head whipped around. Eyes widened to see her, finally showing up in casual clothing. Smiling brightly with a purse in hand, hair tied up in a bun.

"You're late," he snapped, gesturing at the time now being 4pm. A whole hour later than instructed.

"But you still waited for me," Ochako teased, giving him a coy wink.

Aizawa scoffed, waving the police off while the villan was taken into the back seat of the patrol car.

"I had trouble finding this place but I had a hunch those sirens would lead me to you."

"So you admit to going against my rules and running towards the danger?"

Her cheeks puffed nervously, fidgeting with the strap of her purse to think of a way to reply before the glass door flew back open. Heart dropping in fear at the sight of the large beast grinning in the doorway that leaned down to her face level, swallowing a scream.

"Easerhead is this your girlfriend!?," Ikajiro asked gleefully, examining her head to toe as she shuffled back a little to give space, trying her best not to seem rude.

"A student I just so happened to run into," he quickly added, stepping around for the man to move and gently grabbing her by the wrist. "Go grab us coffee. We'll stay for a bit."

Ikajiro nodded, holding the door open while Aizawa led her inside. Ochako gave a sheepish smile at the kind fellow as she entered, the smell of the inside flooded her senses. Along with cats scurrying around her feet, trying not to step on them. It was very spacious, a tall ceiling and widen booths along the walls with a good view of the outside. Not that there was much to see, but still nice. Half lidded lamps and an open viewing crease in the wall to see the cooks on the other side, who also waved to her. It's bug-like body sending shivers down her spine as she waved back.

"Don't stare," he whispered, snapping her back to him.

"I'm sorry."

They sat far off away from the prying ears of the employees, with the both of them being the only two customers inside. Cats hopped table to table, rubbing on the bottoms of chairs and clawing thick carpeted wooden planks that she assumed had been built just for them.

"W-What is this place?," she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion at the strange scenery.

"An old hangout. I've been coming here long before you even attended U.A."

"So those are your friends? The guys back there?"

Ikajiro appeared with two cups, politely placing them down to each. The liquid solid back enough to make her grimace, hurrying to grab sugar on the side of the table in contrast to his taste buds already taking sips at the bitter coffee. Aizawa nodded to him, waiting for the man to leave.

"You can say that."

She fiddled with the side of the cup, running her fingertips over the smooth surface. A small kitten came up under the table, nuzzling the side of her leg, earning a giggle. "I'm sorry if I was rude. They just look.."

"Scary?," he added, taking another sip. Black eyes boring into hers, making her grow nervous. "Don't be sorry. They get that alot. Bad mutation over a case we handled years back."

"That's terrible!"

Aizawa shrugged, reaching down to pick the kitten up. It's cry ringing out as he smiled softly down at it, scratching behind the ears. Ochako watched him in awe, that content face that was rarely seen in front of most giving goosebumps.

Though he glanced up at her, shooting a scowl. "What?"

"N-Nothing!," she stampered, lifting the cup for a small sip. "I just don't see you smile often… I like it."

The kitten curled onto the rest of the scarf, its toes digging into the material to need a comfortable spot beside his neck, biting at the edge of his goggles. "I like cats."

Recalling the background on his phone, she held back a laugh while enjoying the fact that he gave an open comment about himself. An odd thing to associate him with of all things, yet they could be comparable. Like an alleycat, tattered and worn from street brawls. Always sleeping and lounging around everywhere. Quick to hiss.

"Is it because you're just like them?," she mused, giggling at the annoyed look on his face.

Nevertheless the idea brought up old wounds from the first encounter with a cat ever. Giving time to get over even being able to look at them, let alone tolerate one touching him or stepping foot into this place. It was difficult at first, but now Aizawa found that it was rather nice to help heal a hole in his chest that had long been ignored.

"It's a long and old story."

Ochako leaned further onto the table, cupping her face into her hands in wonder. "Can I know it?"

In return he hummed lightly with a small smile on his face, scratching the side of the kittens neck as it purred. "Not yet. Maybe one day I'll tell you."

oo

Mic's scream could be heard screeching through hallways enough to shake the ceiling as crumbling bits scattered onto the flooring, the windows shook and streamers blown away with such force that the latter he stood on nearly collapsed. Midnight backed away at once, trying to call out to him to give it up. And let the rest of the faculty handle the high parts, as long as he'd make sure to discard the sound tech by himself.

Which at this point hanging onto the very top of the latter for the last few minutes in a frozen, locked fear was enough for his heart to take. Trembling per step as he came down from it, trying not to look at the floor. Aizawa said he'd do this part, not to worry about it. They'd share the load even if he didn't give a damn about the dance or to partake in it for the audience wise. But like usual as of late, it was cast aside for that girl's sake. Skipping out on the adult's fun, school work, or public hero hangouts all to spend more time behind closed doors with her, such a strong hold she must've had on his heart that Mic couldn't quite understand yet. Nor would Aizawa talk about it, stepping down from the latter finally to huff in anger.

"Where you gonna store the amp and all?," Snipe asked, offering to help out.

Mic looked back at the equipment, most that went unused thinking how much time it'd take to hoist it into his car and make several trips to bring it home. Regretting even bringing it all, but half expected for a show to be put on more than what was. It was overall lacking to his taste, shrugging in defeat.

"I'll just store most of it in my homeroom for now. Bring it home later when I feel like it."

Ending it there, he finally gathered a large amp, starting with the heaviest to get it over with. Dragging it down the stage stairs with loud thuds, heaving it up into his arms to wince at the weight. Kicking open the hallway doors that thankfully weren't crowded with students. Not that he wanted loudness ironically enough with such a hangover, storming down the halls.

It was hard work getting himself up the flight of stairs without falling backwards, then down another long set of hallways. Panting through sweat at the ache in his arms as he eventually reached his classroom. "This would've been easier if someone would've stayed behind to help as promised," he snapped at no one, placing the amp down to slide his door open to begin dragging it inside. To which from there he noted the stack of paperwork that had piled up from his irresponsibility, having to get that done tonight for the students.

How Aizawa had found the time to accomplish it all in one day was beyond him, stepping out to close the door. But before going too far down the hall, he stopped right outside his friends. A devious smirk curling the end of his lips up while slowly pulling the door open. Hurrying to survey the empty room with none around to see.

Already filed on my desk.

Just like was said, the papers were neatly compiled together on it under the shade of a small lamp. Skimming his fingers over the first one, aware that Aizawa would have gone as far as to placing them in alphabetical order.

Mic grabbed a pen, taking the top off with his mouth as he sorted through the stack. "Ochako Uraraka," he whispered, tossing the others to the side one by one until he got to her name. On the list weren't many pro hero agencies or other offers, with a few highlighted by Aizawa's doing to silently suggest them to her, in his opinion. But Mic would make sure to foil it, poking at her curiosity as he scribbled in his hero name and agency on one of the bottom lines. Mentally laughing at himself at the brilliance.

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Okay so update. This goes for all stories. The virus has pretty much ruined my life. I'm losing my home. And many other personal issues to go with it. Currently my best option is to study hard to get into school through the army, so best of luck to me if I can make it. Quite frankly from stress and studying, I'm seriously sorry to say I cannot continue Any stories. I'm really upset to have to say that but it's the reality I'm faced with, I simply don't have the mental health or time to do so. My deepest apologies for those of you that truly loved my writing. Maybe one day I'll return. But for now to truly focus, I will not come back. It hurts alot to see these stories when I pull my profile up and know that I won't ever be posting another chapter any time soon.. I hate it. But I thank you all so much for the support. I'll answer messages and if anyone comments know that I'll read it with a tearful smile. Best of life to everyone, until I come back. Goodbye.