Chapter 12
Aizawa was right in the middle of a lecture, God damn it. Yamada better have one hell of a reason for busting into the room the way he did.
"What the hell is it?" He asked the loud mouth, his tone anything but patient. "Shouta…" What? What the hell was it? If Yamada was going to look at him with that sad look in his eyes, then at least spit it out and tell him what's so bad about what he had to say. "Quills Publishing Firm is under attack right now."
From where he was standing, he could see Mydoria, shifting nervously in his seat. He almost seemed like he was going to be sick. And Aizawa could understand why. He felt a little queasy himself. "So?" he responded coolly, "There are plenty of Pro Heroes around that aren't teaching a class right now." Yamada shook his head.
"Dude send your students back to the dorms and meet me in the teachers lounge. There's something we have to discuss." Shouta was getting rather impatient. "Well then let's discuss it right here and now so I can get back to my class." He snapped.
Yamada looked shocked, and then angry. "Shouta, what I have to tell you is going to seriously upset this whole class. Especially Midoriya. I get you're a little cranky with me because of what happened with (l/n), but if you really care about her, or any of your students, for that matter, you'll do as I say for once in your life."
"…Mr. Yamada is my aunt ok?" Deku asked shakily. Present Mic didn't answer, he simply stared down his fellow hero like his life depended on it.
That pushed him over the edge. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aizawa dismissed the class, and followed his friend to the teacher's lounge. Several other staff members were currently sitting around a staff table. Nemuri, Yagi, even the principal. All eyes were on him. On the monitor on the far side of the room, they seemed to be in a video call, with a spikey haired man.
"So, what's going on?" Aizawa questioned, breaking the silence.
The man on the monitor smiled "What's going on, is you're going to come to Quills Publishing-alone- and turn yourself over to me and my boys, or I'm going to have some fun ruining something of yours." Aizawa snorted. What could this man possibly have to hold over his head? The camera panned over, and soon Aizawa's blood froze in his veins. Wrapped up in this man's elastic quirk, was (y/n). She seemed pissed as all hell, and worse for wear. It seemed like however he'd gotten a hold of her, he'd had to struggle. Her pantyhose was ripped in several places, her hair style a complete mess, and her skirt had a rip that went all the way up the side of her leg. Any one of those slimy little shits who laid even one finger on her was going to suffer. Aizawa swore it.
"You have quite a lot of enemies, Eraserhead, and this woman of yours is… very enticing. It'd be a shame if one of my boys decided to… take their anger out on her." The man emphasized his point by elongating his tongue to lick (y/n)'s cheek in one long, lewd motion. The woman let out a breathless, disgusted whimper. Dead. That man was dead now, Shouta decided.
"Come and get her by the time she'd usually get home from work-you and I are both stalkers enough to know exactly what time that would be- and I'll let her go. Unharmed. If you fail to do so, or bring any form of backup, and I'll take this syringe," he said, holding up a light green liquid in a vial, "and inject it into her bloodstream. I do that, and her quirk vanishes. Your favorite little toy will be broken forever after that."
Aizawa did his absolute best not to outright mock this man. Clearly, he wasn't as good at stalking as he seemed to think he was. "That's quite the claim. What the hell is in the syringe, exactly?"
The man seemed a braggart. "Only the best quirk nullifying agent money can buy. We're calling it the Eraserhead, and our sweet little Miss (l/n) here is the first customer of the finished product. Isn't that just perfect?"
In the blink of an eye, (y/n) turned her head, and bit at the skin of her restraints. Her captor screeched and recoiled long enough for (y/n) to reach over a desk and smash the villain across the face with a nearby computer monitor. "You little-" before more could be shown, the video cut out, and everyone in the room was silent.
That absolute dumbass. Did she not understand when she was in over her head? Or did she really think she could bullshit her way out of every problem? If he showed up there, only to find out that her little stunt got her killed, he was going to find someone with a resurrection quirk to bring her back, just so he could kill her himself.
"Eraserhead," All Might spoke up hesitantly "I don't know your exact relationship with that woman, but if she truly is someone special to you, I think perhaps you should make the call on what to do." Aizawa was grateful to the number one hero for bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Alright, what's the status on the rest of the civilians?"
"They were all escorted out of the building safely. Seemed these people wanted as little liabilities as possible. Who the hell are they, do you know them?" Yamada asked
Shouta shook his head. He angered a lot of people in his career, they could be working for any number of organizations, or they could be completely brand new. These guys weren't operating like normal villains do, it made him think. Maybe this was all a diversion for something they were doing somewhere else?
"I'll take some of the heroes assembled in here to the firm to storm the building. The rest of the pros should be informed about possible villain activities elsewhere in the city. Set up a city-wide patrol. I have a feeling this is only a cover for something else."
Nemuri objected "W-wait! What about your girlfriend's quirk? If we go with you and just start attacking, won't he take her quirk away? Are you really willing to do that to her just to get her back?"
Aizawa broke his composure at her comment. Laughing. Absolutely guffawing. "That drug's not going to do anything to her. She'll be fine so long as she keeps her mouth shut. Trust me."
The whole time he spent making his way over to the firm, he thought about (y/n). Part of him wondered why the hell he was even helping her when she clearly didn't want his help.
Another part of him was running through every single memory he had of her.
He saw her cold, angry expression the night they fought. "You're not my dad, Shouta, and you're certainly not my boyfriend."
He saw her and Yamada dancing around the kitchen singing into a wooden spoon "Sweet Caroline~ Ba! Ba! Ba!"
He saw the first time He'd ever met her. "Oh! Hello, I'm your new neighbor, (l/n).."
And leaning over the railing at the Sports Festival, "You got 'em right where you want him, Sweetheart!"
And salsa dancing in her living room, "Have you seen your wardrobe, Pro Hero?"
And Shouta taking her hand to twirl her around the kitchen, and her picking up her humongous cat that just let her do whatever she wanted with him, and her stirring a pot of tomato sauce in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and boy shorts as she read a manuscript for work, her reading glasses sliding down her nose, and so many other instances of her. He saw them all.
He cracked when he remembered how she looked the night they started having dinners together. "I think the world of you, Aizawa Shouta"
He was going to get her back, damn it all. And when he did, he wasn't going to let her go again.