Chapter 3
(y/n) = your name
(l/n)= last name
(y/n) could trace back the exact moment that put her in the position she was now. That moment her neighbor had given her that Totoro-esque smile, she was doomed to be hammering on his door at three in the morning trying to be heard through the god-awful yelling that was emitting from his apartment. Some of the other people on the floor were starting to emerge from their own homes, also frustrated with the noise. Just as she was about to pound again, the door swung open, and the handsome headache appeared in the doorway with a smirk on his face. "Are... are you serious right now?" (y/n) asked, on the brink of hysterics. The man was smug, as he said, "you refused to honor my reasonable request." (y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose. "Playing music at a normal volume at a normal time is reasonable. You know what isn't reasonable? Waking up your neighbors at three in the morning. I have a kid in there, you know." She said pointing to her apartment door. He seemed genuinely surprised. "…You're a mom?" she rolled her eyes. "No, but I look after the kid on weekends, and he's not going to be able to enjoy the things we planned on doing tomorrow if he's exhausted."
As she continued to converse, Izuku appeared in the hall, wearing boxers and an All Might tee. "What's the noise for?" he asked. He paused when his eyes fell on the man (y/n) was currently arguing with. "Mr Aizawa? I didn't know you lived here." Well, at least she finally had a name for the guy, Aizawa. (y/n) turned toward her nephew. "You know him Bud?" Izuku nodded, but before he could answer Aizawa spoke up "I'm his homeroom teacher." Fantastic. So not only was he an unmediated jackass, he was a pro hero, too. She always hated heroes who thought they could just get away with bullshit like the kind he was pulling just because they punched things for a living.
"Well, now that you know who the kid is, are you going to turn off your loud-ass screaming? What even is that?" he smirked, avoiding the second half of the question, pressing the pause button on a phone he pulled from his pocket. The track was labeled 'Mic screams for ten hours (for drastic measures)' what a tool. "Sure. Good night, Midoriya. (l/n)." He shut the door. And the rest of the neighbors that had come out to view the spectacle went back to their own apartments. (y/n) looked to Deku. "Is he normally such an absolute ass?" He shook his head. "No, he's normally pretty cranky, but other than that he's really cool. His quirk is awesome, too. He can nullify any quirk just by looking at the person, and he's got this scarf that…" (y/n) started to herd Izuku back into the apartment as he began to go on a long-winded explanation of Aizawa as a hero. She'd learned after her first meeting with the kid that if you got him talking about pros, he wasn't likely to stop. "oh wow, really?" (y/n) murmured as she guided him back to the pullout couch. He was still talking, but his eyes were starting to droop. He didn't notice that his aunt had scooped up the monstrous cat that had made himself comfy on Deku's pillows and was now on her way back to her own bed, no longer listening to his ramblings as he slowly drifted to sleep.