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Izuku was having a productive night. Sure, insomnia was being a bitch, but at least he was being productive. He only had to finish his English homework and he was done with all his school work for the week. It feels great honestly, sure he’s fucking exhausted and wants to die, but at least he’s accomplished.
Izuku was in the middle of writing the answer to the next question when the doors to the dorms slam open.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Izuku yelps as he jolts backwards into the couch. “What the fucking hell?!”
Izuku’s classmates were all spending time with their families this weekend, it was only Izuku at the dorms. Maybe it was a teacher, but Izuku would think that a teacher would have some fucking decency and not the slams the damn doors open in the middle of the night when Izuku was supposed to be sleeping.
Aizawa-sensei walks into the room and glares at Izuku, no real heat was behind it.
Izuku deadpans. Well, that explains everything, Aizawa—sensei knows no decency.
“Language Problem Child,” Aizawa huffs was he limps further into the room.
“Sorry,” Izuku mumbles his eyebrows furrowed as he watches his teacher limp across the room. The limp was way more pronounced than Izuku likes.
Aizawa drops heavily onto the couch across from Izuku with a quite sigh. He slides his capture weapon off his shoulders and rests it on his lamp. He rolls his shoulders and rests his head on the back of the couch.
Izuku assumes he must have just back from patrol.
“Shouldn’t you be home for the weekend?” Aizawa asks tiredly his eyes never leaving the ceiling. He looks out of breath, like he just finished running a marathon in heels (Izuku has tried it, that shit’s hard. He doesn’t know how so many female heroes can fight in heels and not break their ankles.)
“I don’t go home on weekend unless I have to,” Izuku shrugs putting his homework on the coffee table.
“Ah,” Aizawa hums with a sigh. “Sometimes getting home and out of a school environment.”
“I’m fine with it,” Izuku says absentmindedly. “Would you like some tea sensei? I was just about to make some.”
Aizawa glances over at Izuku. “Sure, but once the tea’s done we’re both going to try and get some sleep.”
“Yessir,” Izuku agrees jumping up from the couch.
Izuku rushes over to the kitchen, he quickly turns on the kettle when he goes by it one the way to the cupboard with the mugs. He pulls out a plain white mug, it’s only plain until it’s warm, then cats start appearing on it. Then he pulls out a mug that Aizawa—sensei got him; it had the words “#1 Problem Child” on it. He places them on the counter next to the kettle.
Izuku pulls out his stash of tea and immediately goes for Aizawa’s favorite, the one that tastes like Cinnamon and Chocolate.
Izuku glances over at Aizawa briefly as the man sits gingerly on one of the barstools across the counter. Izuku walks over to the pantry. He searches through the various sweets looking for what he wanted.
“Who’s been watching over you this weekend?” Aizawa asks.
Izuku pauses his search. He looks over his shoulder at Aizawa who’s watching him. “Midnight—Sensei,” Izuku smiles as he remembers all the games, they played together this afternoon. “She played Minecraft with me!”
“Oh okay,” Aizawa nods. “That’s nice kid. She’s not very good though.”
“Not when it comes to pvp and building, she loves redstone though,” Izuku says idly. “She’s good at it too.”
“Yes, she is,” Aizawa agrees. “She’s made some pretty insane things.”
“She made an entire song with note blocks!” Izuku exclaims excitedly as he grabs some chocolate covered cherries. “It was Karma by AJR. It’s one of my favorite songs.”
“That’s cool kid,” Aizawa says, Izuku could hear his amusement in his voice. “Do you think she knew it was your favorite song?”
“Possibly,” Izuku says smiling, he grabs the box of glazed donut holes, the regular kind, not the chocolate ones. “I did mention o her that is was my favorite when we were doing an exercise in class.”
“Oh,” Aizawa hums lightly.
Izuku walks over to the cupboard that had all the plates and boles in it and pulls out one of the large plates. He places some donut holes and two handfuls of the chocolate covered cherries on the plate. He takes the plate and goes over to the now boiling kettle. He pours some water into each mug then adds in the tea. He grabs Aizawa—sensei’s mug and the plate and places both in front of the man before going back for his own mug.
Izuku sits down on the stool beside Aizawa and pretends He doesn’t see his teacher smiling as little tiny black cats in different poses start appearing clearer and clearer as the mug got warmer.
“Thank you, Midoriya,” Aizawa says taking a bite of a donut hole.
“Of course,” Izuku beams.
They sit quietly after that. Izuku and Aizawa just bask in the comfortable silence that settles over them. The only noise coming from one of them accidently rattling the plate of sweets or stirring their tea. It was nice and calm, and both of them were enjoying it.
Aizawa sips on his tea, holding the mug in both of his hands. Izuku realizes his hair was pulled into a pony tail at the base of his head, and his boots were kicked off onto the floor at the bottom of his stool. Izuku drinks the last of his tea before resting his cheek on his arm. He yawns lightly before grabbing a chocolate covered cherry and popping it into his mouth.
“Why are you always up so late kid?” Aizawa asks suddenly. “Don’t think I don’t notice you always up when I get back from my patrols.”
“Izuku looks up at Aizawa, the black-haired man was staring back down at him.
“Insomnia,” Izuku says simply.
“Have you tried melatonin?” Aizawa asks. “It helps with my insomnia.”
“Yeah, but it never really works.” Izuku states. “And my mom just didn’t want to pay for it.”
Aizawa furrows his eyebrows.
“How do you not have eyebags as bad as mine?” Aizawa sighs.
Izuku smirks up at him. “Concealer. It works wonders honestly. Can hide many things, especially the kind that’s ‘hero grade’.”
“Kami, kid,” Aizawa mumbles.
“You should try some, freak out anyone who’s known you for more than a day,” Izuku says drowsily. “Honestly if you just suddenly come to class all put together and looking like a normal, mentally stable person 1-A would totally freak. Especially if it happened in the middle of the week.”
Aizawa chuckles. “The reactions would be entertaining. So would the chaos it would cause. So many people would think they’ve gone insane.”
Izuku giggles deliriously. He stares at his teachers smile. It looked a little to similar to another smile he knows.
“Aizawa—sensei, I have a question for you,” Izuku says slowly as he sat up straight.
“What?” Aizawa asks looking over at Izuku.
“Were you Nedzu—san’s personal student?” Izuku asks intently.
“I was, why?” Aizawa asks with narrowed eyes.
“Do you have any dirty secrets on him?” Izuku asks excitedly.
“Many,” Aizawa answers. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I need to get back at him,” Izuku states. “And I need some shit on him.”
Aizawa stares at him consideringly.
“Give me some of this tea to take home with me and I’ll give you some shit on the creature,” Aizawa says.
“Deal!” Izuku exclaims.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Problem Child,” Aizawa states holing out his hand.
Izuku laughs and shakes his teacher’s hand. Aizawa smiles at Izuku and slides off his stool.
“All right kid, let’s clean up and get ready for bed,” Aizawa says. “I’ll take care of this; you take care of your school work.”
“Yessir,” Izuku says hopping from his own stool. He quickly makes his way over to his school work. He puts it all in a neat pile, placing his pencil and eraser on top then picks it all up at once.
Aizawa limps over to him, his limp wasn’t as pronounced as before, but that might be because he was hoping Izuku didn’t notice how bad it was before and he was just putting himself through more pain. Izuku had to of course crush whatever hopes his teacher had.
“You should probably get whatever’s making you limp checked out,” Izuku says.
“Of course, you noticed,” Aizawa sighs.
“I’ve been told I’m annoyingly observant,” Izuku says. Or just creepy or stalkery.
Aizawa hugs and shakes his head. “Go to bed, kid.”
“Good night, Aizawa—sensei,” Izuku smiles.
Aizawa reaches over and ruffles Izuku’s hair, “Good night, Midoriya.”
Breaking: A usually stoic underground hero becomes a dad after being fed by a mystery teen.
Omakes :D
Midnight: Kami, Shouta you are such a dad.
Aizawa: No, I’m not
Midnight: you ruffled Midoriya’s hair.
Aizawa: *hiding his blush in his capture weapon* shut up
Mic: Does that mean I’m a dad now too?
Aizawa: *pushing Mic over* shut the fuck up, I’m not a dad and neither are you.
Mic: *pouting* aweee, but Midoriya is so cute!
/\/\/\/\
Todoroki: Aizawa—Sensei, you act a lot like a cat.
Aizawa: *wide eyed* what have you done
*distant boss battle starts playing*
Todoroki: aveeeeee Marieeeeee
Aizawa: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
Izuku: *slowly walks into room with Aizawa’s favorite coffee and a bag of different chocolates and chocolate covered things and donut holes*
Aizawa: *grabs crucifix and holds it out towards Izuku as he backs into corner*
Izuku: *T poses as he traps his into corner*
Aizawa: *Screams*
Todoroki: *Smiling as he leaves the room*