Gray hair. Not as much as he had expected when he first started working at UA, but still. Shota Aizawa had escaped pretty much unscathed from incredibly stressful students until this past year. If he wanted to prove to anyone how stressful they were, he’d show them where his roots were beginning to grow gray from the anxiety and stress.
He doesn’t have anything against gray hair, but for being in his early 30’s, he wasn’t ecstatic about it. He’d overheard one of his students chatting to his best friend about how you’d dyed his hair for him when he couldn’t reach, and you didn’t even mind that your bathtub wound up being stained red with dye afterwards.
These two things, accompanied by the fact that he trusted you as a friend and colleague were the reasons that he was now at your door with hair ties and black box dye in hand. Chuckling, you opened the door a little wider to allow him in. “From stress? Join the club.”
“I’m not too thrilled, but what could I expect. I’m babysitting twenty reasons to go to therapy every day.” He returns, stepping in. “Can you help me cover it up? I don’t want Mic giving me a hard time.”
“Of course, didn’t feel like trying out a new color? I think bright pink roots could look fun on you.” You tease, taking the dye from him and heading to grab a towel to drape over his broad shoulders as he sits at your kitchen table.
“Maybe next time; we can go ahead and do purple highlights then too. They’d match my hero costume.” He smiles, turning the chair to watch you. “Sorry it’s so late, I only just finished my paperwork.”
“You’re fine,” you say, glancing at the clock, “I didn’t even realize how late it was. But anything for a friend in need.” You say, winking playfully, tossing him the towel, and gathering the rest of your hair supplies.
As you get started brushing and sectioning off his hair, he visibly relaxes, making you wonder when the last time he let someone do something like this for him was. The two of you chat while you apply the dye carefully, talking about your students, your lives outside of work, and how life is now that you’re both living on campus. It occurs to you that you’ve never spent this much time alone with Aizawa, usually only spending time with him in a group setting or briefly during breaks at work. It also doesn’t escape either of you that between the fact that you’re alone and the fact that it’s so late in the evening this interaction feels far more intimate than other times you’ve been together.
“Alright, all done.” You say, clipping his hair up to allow it to sit off his shoulders while it processes. “In 30 minutes you’ll wash it out. My shower and towels are already dyed with too much hair dye so you’re welcome to shower here.”
“Much appreciated.” He says, crossing his legs up on the chair as you move to sit diagonal to him so you can carry conversation less awkwardly.
“I have to admit, you look pretty cute with your hair up.” You giggle, realizing that you rarely see him like this, dressed in a band tank top and black sweatpants, hair pulled out of his face, highlighting his bone structure.
“Yeah? Just for you, I’ll wear it up more often.” He shoots back, winking with a smile, using the playfulness of your friendship to cover for the fact that his heart just fluttered.
The two of you continue your conversations, and it feels like it’s only been 5 minutes before your timer rings to alert you that it’s time to rinse.
“Okay, don’t use really hot water, the cooler the better, and rinse until the water is clear or your pillows will be black tomorrow morning.” You say, pointing him to your bathroom.
“And what if my pillows are already black?”
“Shota, rinse it thoroughly.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckles, smiling at you before disappearing into your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and decide to pull out some student’s work to grade. You know that it can take a while to rinse out box dye, but combined with how late it is, your eyelids get heavier way sooner than you expected. By the time Aizawa steps out of your bathroom, towel draped over his shoulders to protect his shirt from his dripping hair, you’re curled up in the corner of your couch, sleeping peacefully with your pen still in hand.
The next morning when you wake up, you’re draped in a blanket that had not been there when you fell asleep, as well as what can best be described as a flirty ransom sticky note on your fridge, reading “If you want your towel back, call me.” With Aizawa’s number and a winky face below.
It’s going to be hard not to look forward to redyeing his roots every few weeks.
Starsfic: I read your analysis and loved it. You know what would be interesting in S4 related to this? LBD's Host still remembering being connected to Wukong when both of them were possessed. And, as such, what his mind was like. How can you mask in front of a child when said child knows all your masks?
My question is: Does she remember being connected to Wukong? She looks confused and out of it when LBD releases her
We know Wukong remembers because he was actively fighting to get out of her control — but the host is a child and a human at that, she choked when LBD entered her and she was possessed for months in comparison to Wukong’s only being roughly a whole day or so, maybe less..
If she remembers then I strongly hope they don’t make her afraid of Wukong, I hope they find some sort of happy closure
while i wouldn't say i have read a lot this year i have read both a lot of good books and tough books, i have a few new favourites but i think weatherland might be one of them. i am already aching to read it again and i'm not even finished
(COINED BY ME, PLEASE CREDIT IF USED OR REPOSTED) a gender related to all cloud emojis. can be related to all seperately or all together. user can put -girl, -boy, -neu etc to make it more personalized. use however you want. name comes from all (all) cloud (cloud) and -emojic. a few pronouns suggestions: cloud/cloudself, rain/rainself, weather/weatherself, sun/sunself
Life at UA High School is hardly ordinary. For students, you are constantly learning about the hero world, honing your skills, and making connections. For faculty, you are protecting the students, creating lessons to help your students with their quirks, and overall dealing with the stresses of being a teacher. You were no stranger to these stressors as a UA teacher yourself, and today especially, they were becoming overwhelming.
It's after classes and the students have gone home. You’re grading papers in your classroom, frustrated with how your students had acted today and with how they’d clearly not paid attention to the lessons, at least according to their work. After the fourth failed assignment you get up from your desk with a groan of frustration, walking to the window to open it for some fresh air.
“Are you alright?” you hear behind you, turning to see Toshinori Yagi in your doorway, the pro hero more commonly known as All Might. He peers in at you concerningly, letting his broad form lean against the doorway.
“It’s been a tough day.” You sigh, pushing your hair out of your face and leaning back against the windowsill. “My students ran me up the wall, I’m having to rewrite my lesson plans, and there are not one but two tabloids who have been calling me every hour to beg for an interview to talk about my hero work and my students.”
“Do you want company, to be left alone, or a break?”
“I want a break. Can we go do something for a bit?” You ask, thankful that he had been walking by your classroom at the perfect moment.
“Of course. I know how taxing constant work can be on your body and mind. Have you been to the park down by the town center since it opened?”
“No, not yet.”
“Perfect, then we can go there.” He says, flashing his signature smile and extending his hand to you.
You grab your coat off the back of your chair, take his hand, and walk out the door together.
The park is chilly, which you should’ve expected for late autumn. You’re bundled up in your favorite winter jacket and Toshinori has taken his smaller form to avoid too much attention. He’s wearing his own merch, an All Might sweatshirt that hangs loosely on his thin frame. Since you started work at UA at the same time as him, you and All Might had gotten close. You can’t deny that you’ve been getting more and more excited to talk to him when you get into work each day. You ate lunch together, chatted over coffee, and would often grade papers together, but it wasn’t common for the two of you to go out with one another. This special and rare occurrence had your heart beating a little faster than you’d anticipated.
The two of you had made the short walk hand in hand, neither of you letting go since he took your hand in your classroom. Once you arrive to the park, Toshinori leads you to a bench.
“I’ll be right back, okay?” He says, squeezing your hand once before letting go.
You take a seat on the bench, allowing yourself to take a deep breath in and out, settling into place and decompressing after the tough day you’ve had. You spend a few minutes just observing the park, letting your mind wander to making more plans with Toshinori here. By the time he returns, your posture is visibly more relaxed, prompting him to smile as he walks up. He takes a seat beside you, handing you a nice warm cup of hot chocolate.
“Best one in the city. Give it a try.” He prompts you, letting you take a sip and relishing in the way your eyes widen as you realize he’s right.
“And you’ve kept it secret from me all this time?” You joke, flashing a toothy smile at him which he happily returns.
“This is one of my new favorite places to come to when life just feels too busy. It’s nice to sit, relax, and watch the people we protect enjoy their safety and go about their days. It’s easy to forget that I rarely get to be one of them.”
You watch him speak, his eyes focused on the other people enjoying the park, and you lean your head on his shoulder when he finishes talking.
“You’re as much a normal person as the rest of us. It’s okay to enjoy a normal day even if you’re the world’s most loved hero.” You reassure him softly. He puts his arm around you, his other hand holding his own hot chocolate. He takes a sip and tips the cup in the direction of a couple walking down a path, holding hands much like you two had been not long ago.
“What do you think? I think maybe third or fourth date, but it’s going well.” He says.
“Look again.” You say, pointing to the medium sized dog between them. “I’m betting that’s their dog, and that would make me think it’s been at least a few months.”
“Why can’t it just be the dog of the person walking it?” Toshinori asks.
“Check out the other person’s jacket. It has a matching color scheme to the dog’s sweater.”
“Good eye.” He smiles. “Okay, them. What’s their story?” He asks, using the cup to gesture at a person shopping at the farmer’s market across the small field.
“Check out their tote bag. It looks well worn, I bet they shop here often. And fresh veggies? I wonder if they have a garden in the summer that they have trouble keeping up in cold weather so they shop here to make sure they still have access to fresh produce.”
“You’re good at this.”
“Thank you.” You smile, taking another sip of the hot chocolate and visually scanning the park. “Okay, them, what’s their story?” You ask, pointing at another couple on a blanket in the grass.
Toshinori grins. “Oh that’s easy. Long term couple, probably a few years together. That’s a homemade blanket, I bet they made it together as a cute date idea. Dressed a little nicer than I’d expect for a picnic, but maybe it’s a fancy date?” He says, narrowing his eyes to focus more closely. “No! Look at his right hand, right behind the picnic basket, out of his boyfriend’s sight. He’s going to propose to him.”
“I love seeing people in love. It’s so refreshing to see happiness existing out in the world instead of the negativity that we see a lot.”
“No kidding. Pro heroes are rarely called in if it isn’t a disaster. It’s easy for the doom and gloom to get to you.” Toshinori sighs, letting his head drop to rest on yours which hasn’t moved off his shoulder. “I like it here. I like being a normal civilian and living a normal life when I get the chance.”
“Same here. It gets so busy so easily that it’s hard to remember to relax and slow down.” You say, using a free hand to reach up and hold his hand while his arm is still draped across your shoulders. “Can we do this again sometime?”
A soft smile stretches across All Might’s face. “I’d love nothing more.”
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