Chapter 4 Pineapple Pizza

Aizawa wanted to sleep in. He truly did. But it seemed that his internal clock was still on even on the weekend. Laying in his bed he kept his eyes closed as he tried to will his body to sleep. A task that never proved to be difficult in the past. But of course, this was the day it refused him.

He was aware that there was someone in his kitchen. He could hear the shuffling and the clanking. The previous night they had hardly interacted with one another as he just showed her to her room before leaving for patrol.

Today technically marks day one in their first week. The week where he was supposed to be helping her train her quirk and going over their coming training mission. Nothing was going to get done if he didn't leave the comfort of his room though.

. . . .

Yuri had made the best breakfast that she could with what she could find. It was still in the parameters of what her handlers would have wanted for her. She had become a pro at calculating the macros in her head years ago.

She assumed that the reason she loved iced black coffee was because it was one of the few things that she really enjoyed that didn't hold any value on the macro chart she was given. A free food if you will.

The plate of eggs and skimpy greens that she cooked up were going to have to do. But she looked forward to washing it down with the large tumblr of coffee she poured for herself.

"Did you leave any for me?" She hears a voice that was a cross between irritated and amused.

Turning from her plate to the voice she sees Eraserhead standing there with a bedhead man bun and black sweats. He looked comfortable. But she supposed that it was his apartment and it made sense.

"I started a new pot once I filled the tumblr." She spoke the words over the lip of her tumblr. Taking a drink as she eyes the man she was about to spend two weeks with. Her mind going into assessment mode for a moment.

This mission wasn't just a mission. It was like a test. On the job training before they released her into the real world. To get bigger and better jobs. To maybe get the chance to step out of the underground scene and have a ranking. Be public like Keigo.

Maybe she'd get the chance to see Keigo's penthouse. Oooh - or she could work her way up to having her own penthouse. The idea sounded nice. Yuri's eyes trailed around her surroundings and - for a moment - she thought that maybe a small residential apartment wouldn't be so bad either.

Did she even really know what she wanted? The thought was a bit grim but she pushed it aside and told herself that she'd figure the small stuff out later.

The creaking of the adjacent chair caught her attention. Looking up she sees that the man of the apartment must have also been assessing her as well.

She wondered what he saw through his eyes.

"Since it's Sunday, I'll be spending most of my time grading papers. I have patrol again tonight and tomorrow I need to see some of my students off for their internships." Aizawa watched as the girl listened to him. Her face was neutral to the information.

He noted that she finished up what little food that she had made for herself and remembered that he didn't have much in the fridge. "We can order some take out tonight. Pizza or someth-"

"Pizza!" She interrupted him. The delight that flashed before her eyes was noted. Her mature facade fading away and her true age of just 17 showing. The same look that a student would have when mentioning a pizza party at school.

"I should go grocery shopping. Since you're going to be my partner and all I should let you know that I'm on a strict diet and workout regime. I'm not supposed to deviate from it unless it's mission-essential." She took a gulp from the tumblr and sighed in satisfaction after, "Also, I noticed you're low on coffee grounds."

Aizawa's eyes looked over Yuri's figure. She was very petite with some muscle definition and curves in only the 'right places'. Whatever the diet and workout regime was wasn't one for the typical heroes in training. Though he supposed that Yuri wasn't one to be wrestling a group of strong men either.

He rose from his seat and took her empty plate, "You'll be working out with me this week and thus I'll need you to make sure you eat right." His eyes narrowed thinking about the food that had filled the plate, "Higher protein and carbs."

"Alright. Alright. Whatever you say. Whatever gets me to have some pizza." She stretches her limbs over her head and fake yawns, "Haven't had pizza in so long, and it was only because I was on a mission and had to attend a sleepover at a mob guys house." Yuri reminisces the teenage shenanigans that she had between the mansion snooping, "His daughter had ordered 5 pizzas for the party. It was definitely overkill."

Aizawa wasn't sure how to respond to the clearly abnormal upbringing the girl clearly had had. So instead he continues with just washing the singular plate while the girl scrolls through her phone at the table.

Oddly enough it wasn't uncomfortable to have her in his space so far. Normally he couldn't stand people in his apartment. Besides that fact that she had consumed so much of his coffee she wasn't an annoyance yet.

She had also started a new pot for him.

"I'll just do the grocery shopping. You can just hangout and do whatever while I run errands."

"Sounds good to me." Her phone pings and whatever the message said triggered a number of emotions with the girl.

Excitement, annoyance, and quickly after frustration. Her fingers typed away at the phone.

"Hawks said that tomorrow evening he will be coming by to take our first quirk training report."

"The training that we won't be doing." Aizawa quips.

"Well, duh. That's why I'm here. But while you're out and doing your - whatever - I'll do some research on similar like charm quirks to see how I can try and compare." She nonchalantly waves her hand, "We'll just worry about all of that later."

Aizawa could feel his brow twitch. Lying to the commission was a bad idea, but then again what else was he supposed to do. Yuri's flashes of emotions just moments ago were gone and she was now smiling at her phone. And he could have sworn he heard what sounded like a cat video playing.

He let out a detoxifying sigh and left to grade the pile of paper on the desk in his bedroom.

. . .

It was different but they are actually comfortable with each other's company.

Yuri was either alone in her room at the Project House and if she was around people they were just part of the mission and she had to keep to her role. So it was nice for her to just freely do and be whatever that was that was Yuri.

Aizawa is surprised with the maturity she gives off while sitting around. Her loungewear consisted of a large graphic shirt with boxer briefs. They looked more like bike shorts but he only recognized that they were briefs because he owned the same ones. Though he did find her on her phone a few times she was much more often found curled up reading a novel.

They were currently in the living room and Aizawa was finishing the last of his papers. It was easy grading as all he had to do was reference the rubric and answer sheet. Out of his peripheral he watched as Yuri shifted in the seat. Throughout passing he had realized that she was eating away at the book in her hands. Now she was at the tail end of it and whatever was happening had her literally on the edge of her seat.

She was biting the nail of her thumb, her back straightened, and her pupils dilated at the words in her novel. He could see her anticipation as her legs crossed with the book snug in her lap.

A glance at the cover earlier informed him that it was most likely a romance novel. Intriguing considering her line of work. Not that she had had much choice in her line of work.

The thought induced a heavy sigh. He was going to have to figure out a way to help her out of the situation. Once he figured out how deep she was.

Loid was alive and Kyoko couldn't have been happier in that moment. She thought he had died while she continued on with the mission. The side of his face was still wet with blood from the head wound. His breathing was heavy from the fighting but at least he was breathing at all.

"You're alive." Kyoko choked on her words as tears began to threaten to spill.

Loid's steps stopped just in front of her. His hand reached out and pushed her wild combat hair out of her face and behind her ear.

Cupping her cheek.

Looking deep into her eyes.

"I told you I'd stay by your side till the end of the mission." His voice was even with only a touch of a waver.

Kyoko felt him pull her in closer, their lips were just about touching.

"Pinky Promise." He spoke their inside joke just before he brought his lips to hers.

After all they had been through and everything they had done for the mission this didn't even compare. His lips-

"Yuri." It was like there was a record screeching at her or an alarm going off upon hearing her name.

She tore her eyes away from her novel. From the moment that Loid and Kyoko were finally going to kiss, "Really, Eraser?! Loid just gave into his growing feelings for Kyoko. Granted it took them fighting for their lives…-But still."

Eraser didn't look amused by her statement and his eyes only looked to be squinting harder at her just before he sighed and spoke, "What would you like on your pizza? I'm ordering it now and we can go over the mission while we eat before I leave for patrol."

The mere mention of pizza had her elated and abandoning Loid and Kyoko for the moment. She had messaged Keigo about the pizza earlier that morning. Sharing with him how her current mentor was going to be changing her regime. After a few comments about how her handlers and the commission may complain later they moved on to talk about topping.

"I heard that the Hawaiian pizza was delicious. Savory and sweet."

Eraser didn't look up from the computer as he placed the order, "Some people would beg to differ." He mumbled.

"To be honest, sometimes I feel a disconnect from some of the societal norms because of how hyper focused I have had to be with my missions. The lines can blur so I actually messaged Hawks earlier about his opinion on pizza."

She heard Eraser grunt at the statement, "It should be here in about 45 minutes." He pulls out a folder that looked similar to one that she had in the guest room, "Lets go over the mission."

"Hhh, Yeah. Let's make sure we've got the same details because you sounded confused when we first met."

The twitch of his face almost put her into a fit of laughter. It was cruel for the commission to do Eraser dirty like that but it wasn't surprising.

"Yes. I was informed that a male student being trained under the commission needed a mentor to assist them in their final mission before their official hero rankings. Their quirk was a charm quirk and we'd be going undercover for intel on human trafficking."

Yuri sat up straight and decided to give the hero all of her attention. Sure she was lax all day but she did understand that this was a serious mission.

"I mean, they did give you an abridged version of the mission. What else do you got there?" She walked out of the room and kept her ears on while he spoke.

"We'll be attending a convention at a Ms. Mei's mansion just off of the highway in a rural area."

She cuts in, returning with her own folder open and reading from it, "The convention is an elite BDSM convention being hosted at Mistress Mei's mansion. The mission is to finalize the suspicions on whether or not an elite group of people are discussing their human trafficking as the BDSM Total Power Exchange, A relationship where the dominant or owner has complete authority and influence over the submissive's life, making-"

"I know what TPE is. This is probably the reason why they ask me to be on the mission." He interrupts her.

Yuri plops down on the couch next to him, amused, "They said something about you having experience in this area." She leans in and gives him a teasing and knowing smirk, "Bondage a pastime of yours?"

His eyes find hers, "Contrary to what people think, no." He grabs the folder from her hands. No doubt because hers had more information then his, "But being an underground hero you tend to find yourself in unique situations."

She was silent as he looked over the papers. He was right though. Her job had her in interesting situations often. A groupie for drifters and heroes, a high school friend and bully, a gangster's sugar baby, a drug lord's lacky and submissive, and now someone's property for a BDSM convention. She supposed that Eraserhead had been doing this longer than her and had been in a number of situations.

"Yeah. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to do something outside of the usual underground work."

Aizawa turns in time to watch as Yuri's eyes take her far away from the moment. Somewhere where she was wasn't under the commission.

She shakes her head, "Oh but this is all that I know." She brings her legs up and sits criss cross, "And I don't mind. I've learned how to separate business and personal. It would just be nice to have more dominance or say over some of the situations sometimes."

That didn't sit well with Aizawa. The girl should never feel like she was in a situation where she just had to let it happen because it was a mission. Throughout his years as an undercover hero and working in the BDSM industry for intel had taught him that. That stopping was always an option in some way or another- on both ends.

Yuri must have sensed his unease with the topic because she ended up changing the topic, "So, were you the one in the ropes or the one tying them?"

She watched his shoulders ease a bit and was happy with the distraction she provided. She watches as his face tilts to the side and makes eye contact with her. His eyes were half lidded and there was an upturn to his lips. A smirk?

"What do you think?" His voice was condescending but in a monotone and almost sexy way. It wasn't a question as much as it was an answer.

Clearly he was the one to tie the ropes. Which she would have already guessed but just couldn't help but ask. But now the look on his face made her want to ask more. Only then the doorbell rang indicating the pizza was there.

They ate the pizza and went over the who was who. She was to be his submissive named Yuri. Eraser asked about the name but she just brushed him off and they continued the profile read over.

Eraserhead was Mr. Sato who is a private and possessive owner who enjoyed degradation and voyeurism. His submissive was purchased with a quirk issued drug that make people more susceptible to submission.

"This pizza is sooo good." She can't help but groan into the bite taking out her phone to take a selfie of herself with the pizza, "Gotta give Hawks his props."

Closing the laptop and folders Aizawa finishes up his pizza, "Hawks has a hero name and yours in your name. Is there a reason for that?"

Yuri could tell that Eraser was fishing and she thought that she'd just bite, "The commission wouldn't allow it. I was adopted into the commission and the birth certificate says Yuri and it was decided that because its common it would be harder to trace." She gestured to her body, "That's kinda their thing with me. Pretty enough to stick out but also Japanese enough to blend in."

It wasn't something the Yuri liked to think too much about. She also tried not to compare the different types of freedoms that her and Hawks would compare and contrast. The grass is always greener type of thing. If it was up to Yuri she'd have shorter hair and she'd take the extra body mass if she got to eat pizza like this more often.

Which is what she texts Hawks: About to say Fuck It to the commission and eat pizza more often.

And with the picture: Totally worth it. Great taste in pizza.

Aizawa listened and he could pick up on small things. He was trying to get a gist on how deep she is in the commission. It didn't seem like it was too bad but there were definitely a lot of habits that they had ingrained into the girl.

He'd have to do a bit more observing before bringing it up. He didn't want to make the girl feel like he was pushing her to or pulling her from something.

For now he just took in the bright eyes of the girl eating pineapple pizza for the first time and absolutely loving it.