Chapter 4
(y/n) = your name
(l/n) = last name
(y/n) heard nothing from her neighbor for the next couple of weeks. The next time she ran into him, it was semi on purpose. She figured she'd surprise Deku by picking him up from school early. What kid didn't want to be excused from class, right? She had done everything right. She called the school, got permission, she was even personally escorted to the field where class was being held by a faculty member. He'd introduced himself as the hero Present Mic. "but you, can call me Hizashi." He said with a wink. "… Present Mic it is then." (y/n) answered curtly.
She really wasn't a fan of people who flaunted their quirks for a living. It wasn't that she was jealous of them, it was just that, in her experience, they were narcissistic blowhards who thought everyone in the world just adored them. It would seem this 'Present Mic' was no exception. When they arrived at the field, it appeared that the class was in the middle of setting up sparring matches. A kid with spiky yellow hair and a girl who was the color of bubble gum, seemed to be hashing it out in a makeshift sparring ring, while the rest of the class sat on a set of bleachers. (y/n) had to admit, they were impressive. It almost made her miss her krav maga classes from when she was a kid. Almost. Spying Izuku sitting on a bench near Iida and Uraraka, (y/n) waved. The other girl smiled bright and waved back enthusiastically. She is such a cutie. "(l/n)? What are you doing here?" Ah. Her final obstacle. "Hello there Mr. Aizawa, I'm here to pick Izuku up from school." She made sure to stress the suffix. The man next to (y/n) started to speak again, but this time he was loud. Extra loud. Well, at least (y/n) knew where Aizawa had gotten that recording of a dying animal, now. "Hold up. Shouta, you know this babe? You've been holding out on me!"
Aizawa grimaced at the noise. Well, at least that's one thing he had in common with her. "She's my neighbor." He responded "(l/n), the school day isn't over for another forty-five minutes." (y/n) nodded, pulling out a note "I know. I have permission to take him." Aizawa looked over the note before handing it back to her. "No. he'll leave when class is done." (y/n) blinked once. Then twice. "What?" he had the gal to look a bit smug. "What, did Yamada ruin your hearing? I said no." (y/n) huffed.
"Well, my note says he's free to leave. See here? Signed by the principal and everything." She waved the note in his face in an attempt to make a point, but he just swatted her hand away. "If Midoriya wants to serve detention for the next month, then by all means, he's free to leave." (y/n)'s anger was rising. "You can't do that! If you threaten my nephew like that again, I will not hesitate to take it up with U.A. and get you fired." Present Mic gave a whoop. "Well now, isn't she saucy." Both (y/n) and Aizawa turned to him, informing him to shut up, before they continued their circular argument for another five minutes. "you are really annoying, you know that?" Aizawa told her.
(y/n) just nodded along. "And you look like a mummy who shops at Hot Topic. No one's perfect. At least I don't threaten children for leaving class early when they've been excused."
Izuku picked that time to speak up "Aunt (y/n), there's only twenty minutes left of class. Can we just stay until it's over?" well that knocked the wind right out of her sails. (y/n) let out a long, forced breath. "Alright." She started to turn and make her way up the bleachers to sit and watch the rest of the matches. It seemed the pink moth girl had used the distraction to her advantage, because she was currently sitting quite victoriously on the pikachu boy's back while he laid face down in the dirt. "You're welcome to sit and watch, (l/n)." Aizawa called as she plopped down in the stands next to a red-haired boy. "How gracious of you." (y/n) spat.
Present Mic took his leave with a flirtatious wave that (y/n) did not return. Class 1A was silent after that, and refused to meet the gaze of both her, and Mr. Aizawa, as she watched Izuku go up in a match against Iida. They were both talented fighters, but Izuku was at an obvious disadvantage, seeing as if he used his quirk, his bones were going to break. Still, he held his own fantastically, even flipping the taller boy over his shoulder. After class (y/n) climbed down from the stands as Izuku dashed to her side. "How'd I do?" he asked her, clearly seeking vindication. She smiled and ruffled his hair. "you looked really cool out there." She praised as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and brought him into a side hug. "Now come on. This weekend, I'm going to show you how to sew, and cheat at poker." She heard a rough scoff from behind her. "Some role model you are." (y/n) gave Aizawa a sharp look before letting her nephew lead her out to the parking lot.
Author's Note: Hello all, I'm not sure how many people are actually going to read this, but it just occurred to me that I haven't really reached out to you in regards to how this story is playing out or where I plan on taking it. This is meant to be a slow burn, but I promise, in the next few chapters, things are going to get a lot less hostile *wink wink* *nudge nudge*… I don't know why I'm writing this self-indulgent crap, I'm such a dork. Anyways, I hope y'all are enjoying the fic. Bye