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burningablaze · 1 year

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EraserMic Family - A Nice Monster

A/N: @made-by-jade-222 , you're my favorite writer and I’m so glad you're back. You made your stories feel so special and made me feel happy. My favorite stories that you used to write was EraserMic family and I really loved those stories so I thought up this fic that reminded me of you. Maybe when you get around and get a chance to read this, I want to let you know that you feel special to me 💖

Summary: Eri wakes up from a nightmare and runs to her daddy and papa. Aizawa and Yamada did everything they could to comfort their baby except for one method. A method that will always gets her to smile and ready to go back to sleep again.

Lers: Yamada and Aizawa

Lee: Eri

Words: 960

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Eri stirred in her sleep, her face contorted in fear. She murmured something unintelligible, and her body shook as if she was trying to escape something. It seemed that Eri was having a nightmare, her subconscious mind struggling with some unseen terror.

Suddenly, Eri awoke from her nightmare with a start. Tears began streaming down her face as she realized the dream's terror was not absolute. She felt overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry, her body shaking with each sob. She was filled with a sense of relief that it was only a dream, but the fear it had caused still lingered.

She quickly got off her bed and sprinted out of her room. She was eager to get to her dad and papa's room. Tears streamed down her face as she called out to her parents. “Daddy! Papa!” She shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway. She was eager to get to them, to be in their arms, and have them comfort her.

Eri burst into her parent's room and found Aizawa and Yamada sitting comfortably on the bed, seemingly minding their own business. Upon seeing Eri, they quickly dropped whatever they were doing and got worried, as she looked so scared.

“Eri, sweetheart, what happened?” Yamada asked. Eri began to cry again and ran up to their bed. She crashed into Aizawa’s arms and sobbed in his chest. He gently tried to comfort her, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright, Eri. It’s okay.” His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, but she was still shaken up.

Aizawa asked, "What happened, Eri?" Eri wiped her face and sniffled before responding. "I had a really bad dream. You and Papa were gone. I thought something happened to you, and I got scared," She said.

Yamada frowned as he gently rubbed Eri's back. His voice was full of love and compassion as he spoke. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, honey. We love you so much, Eri, and we will never leave you. You are so important to us, and we will always be here for you."

He kissed Eri on the forehead and held her along with Aizawa until she stopped crying. With a final hug and a gentle smile, he let her go and looked into her eyes. “How’re you feeling?” Yamada asked.

“A little better,” Eri said. “Will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?” Aizawa asked. “I don’t know. I’m still scared.” Eri trembled. She was still afraid to go back to sleep after experiencing a dreadful dream.

Yamada snapped his fingers after he thought up of an idea. “How about we tell you a story about a monster who can protect you while you sleep?” He suggested. Eri tilted her side. “A monster?” “Yeah, and he’s a nice monster, too,” Aizawa added.

“What kind of monster?” Eri asked. Yamada gave her a sly smile. “It’s a special monster,” He said. “It only comes out when you’re really scared.” “Here,” Aizawa picked her up and adjusted Eri to lay on her back against his belly. “This kind of monster uses a special technique to get laughing if your sad.”

“What kind of monster is he, daddy?” Eri asked. “He’s the tickle monster!” Yamada shouted out of nowhere and started to tickle her sides, making her giggle. Eri squealed with laughter as Yamada tickled her. "Ehehehehehehehehe papahahahaha!" She said between laughs and curled her arms against her sides.

“And the tickle monster had decided to come to visit!” Aizawa joined his husband to tickle Eri. She wiggled side to side when she felt fingers fluttering against her belly.

“Ehehehehehehehe it tihihihihickles!” Eri squealed. “He tickles you under here,” Yamada tickled Eri under her arms. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“He tickles you over here,” Aizawa scratched her sides. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho!”

“He tickles you all sorts of places just to get you laughing and squirming all over the place until you feel all better!” Yamada taunted Eri as he continued to dug his fingers into her underarms.

“Papahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Eri kicked her legs and rolled around, filling the room with the sound of her sweet laughter.

Yamada gasped. “I know another good place to tickle!” He scooted down the bed and grabbed hold of one of Eri’s ankles. “Your cute little feet!”

“Not my feheheheet, papahahahaha!” She cried as she tried to pull her leg away from one of the tickle monsters, but the other tickle monster pulled her back down and tickled her tummy.

“You're not going anywhere, little miss! Not until I had my fill!” Aizawa said playfully. He kept her on his lap while Yamada skittered his fingers all over Eri’s foot. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho! Daddyehehehe! Papahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Eri kicked her leg to get her papa to let go, but Yamada got a tight grip and tickled her toes. “Deliver the final blow, Shouta!” He encouraged. Aizawa smirked and lifted Eri’s pajama shirt to blow a deadly raspberry. His stubble made it worse.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DADDYEHEHEHE!” Eri shrieked and tried to push Aizawa’s head away, but it was no use. She didn’t have enough strength to make him stop, and he was a lot stronger than her.

After the two tickle monsters had enough of torturing their daughter, the three of them snuggled closely together. Eri gave a loud and long yawn. “Looks like our little sleepyhead is tired,” Yamada said as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Aizawa yawned as well. “I hate contiguous yawns. Yeah, I’m tired as well. Eri can sleep with us for tonight.”

Eri had already fallen asleep before Aizawa noticed and turned off his lamp. “Hmph, goodnight, baby girl.” He and Yamada got comfortable in their bed and ensured Eri was safe and sound asleep.

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simpingwriter · 2 years

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#13 Shota Aizawa x Nakano (MHA OC

'the offer'

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The next day you dragged yourself halfheartedly back into UA's main building, your legs and arms recovered from what happened yesterday, but due to a sleepless night you felt yourself lose more and more focus on your surroundings. If you don't manage to get a hold of yourself and your quirk, at least back to the same degree as five months ago, Mr. Aizawa may find another reason to call you unfit for this school.

You shouldn't have let yourself go that much while you moved to Japan five months ago. While you thought it would be a good thing to move earlier to get used to the different life style, you now also missed out on the few people back home that still wanted to train with you. With them you always worked out together, their existence made it impossible for you to say "Another day/Tomorrow maybe...". But now, on your own, you had free reign over yourself, became way too slack with your own discipline.

Look where it got you. Yeah maybe UA accepted you...but your current fitness is much worse than the last month you had spent in America, you had been at the top of your game, going stronger each month. "Hey! Kaneko! Wait up!" Someone shouts behind you as you walk into the building that housed your classroom. Looking over your shoulder, you see a different Blonde from your new class. What was his name again?

"Oh hey..." You made it obvious with your tone that you never really caught his name, embarrassing for you, really. "Oh it's Kaminari. Buuut if you want to, you can also call me Denki!" Did he really just allow you to use his first name? How long did you know each other? "T-thanks...but I'll stick with Kaminari until we know each other a bit better...alright? It would seem rude if i begin calling you on first name Basis just like that..." Even if he allowed you to do so, you thought friendship always took a little while.

"Of course, that's fine. Wanna go to class together?" He seemed alright with you preferring his last name for now, probably not even giving it much of a thought either as you slowly nod at his request and followed him to the elevator in the big entrance area.

"You showed Bakugou really who's boss yesterday, huh?" He asks on the way up, a bright grin on his face as he looked at you with some level of basic admiration, "Eh, i didn't do it for that."

Big lie, biggest yet. More to come...

"I simply wanted to show my own worth..." "About that, isn't weird that we had to show Mr. Aizawa our quirks' abilities even though we got through the exams just fine?"

De- Kaminari was right, it was a bit weird, especially since you're quite sure that the teachers have been watching the full extend of the exams with cameras around the city-replica battle arena that got used for the exam. You knew because in your first and second year in NYC you had been your Teacher's aid and had been partially watching the exams of the new students that came into school after your class reached the next grade.

It wouldn't be much different here than back in America, right? Even if the stuff that got taught was somewhat different, the schools' systems would be fairly similar.

"That's true... but i'm sure Mr. Aizawa had his personal reasons?" The blonde squints at you in surprise at your words for your new teacher, "But weren't you the one who was ready to start a fight with said teacher for a pair of glasses? Why so tame now?"

Good question, maybe because he wasn't half as bad as your mind made him out to be after he actually praised your quirk's possible potential once everyone was gone...or maybe because you actually thought about taking his deal of him giving you some private tutoring? "Sometimes people start on a bad foot..." You give as your unfortunately just half-assed explanation, wishing you could still form a smart explanation instead, as the sliding door opened, letting the two of you out of the elevator and into the hallway of first year students' floor.

"God, i wish teachers at my old school would've been so cool looking as Mr. Aizawa!" Kaminari whines as you enter the classroom, the next surprise awaiting the blonde as it seemed that the both of you had been the first ones here yet. Not even... what's her name? Yaoyorozu? Right. Her... Slipped through the exam tests by literally nothing but recommendation. In NYC, you also got in due to recommendation, by your parents who taught at the school at the same time. Same treatment as all your other siblings, the one thing they did equally for their children.

The difference? Even then, future students still had to finish and pass the exams. No extra bonus just because a pro hero was like 'Yeah, she'll be good, i guess...'

You're truly surprised that she wasn't already sitting at her desk, ready to be a "recommended" smartass. You're most likely being also too harsh on her, just like with the other Blondie. The hot head. But you're difficult with people at the beginning, their worst attributes tend to stand out first for you.

Remembering that Kaminari had said something beforehand, you reply to him while unpacking your backpack for the first class in a few minutes, albeit with some difficulties as you felt your eyes unfocus once more. So tired... "Well, you're probably from Middle School, I'm guessing? 99% of teachers you knew beforehand, probably weren't pro heroes like Mr. Aizawa..."

Kaminari hummed from his seat behind you, playing with the blackboard's chalky sponge in his "before class boredom", "So I'm taking it that even though you're from abroad, you know some about the Pro Heroes existing in Japan?"

The voice, similarly tired as yours, came from the floor and now that you actually looked behind the wooden desk at the front, you saw the same yellow sleeping bag from yesterday. He was already here the whole time!

"Quick, Kaneko, list all Pro Heroes in Japan!" The blonde jokes, definitely having gotten that one from somewhere on the internet as you begin to grow a tad red. In all honesty, you did know some of them, but not all of them. The ones you knew about the best were All Might, Present Mic, Hawks, Endeavor and Eraserhead. Last one currently acting up as a yellow plastic caterpillar. Or mummy. Depends, the sleep deprived jury is still out.

"Knowing about the people you're trying to follow in their footsteps can be truly great motivation. Learning about them shows you what you still might need to learn yourself to be the hero you plan to become." Mr. Aizawa mumbles, clearly not showing any attempt at least sitting up in his human cocoon. But still, pretty inspiring and kind words, after yesterday though you thought that he was the kind of teacher that didn't show his kindness to everyone of his students, "But you also need to work on your own abilities instead of hyping up the older generation. Don't just research their achievements, find out about their mistakes and work on yourself to not make the same ones too." And of course...there was the tough-love remark.

When he talked with you yesterday, he threw a lot of these at your aching head, fully making use of the fact that you couldn't just leave him standing there since he had your sunglasses.

"Yes, Sensei, i know... And i will. I'm gonna work real hard on myself!" You claim now with the last of your enthusiasm, shakily standing up from your place to give your words a bit more weight, no matter if he saw that from his current place on the ground. But Kaminari watching you, it made him jump up as well, "Oh yeah, me too! You bet it, Kaneko! Mr. Aizawa!" Kaminari shouts just so much louder than you, cheering himself on as you already let yourself fall back into you wooden chair without hiding your obvious exhaustion any further. You couldn't sleep all night, thinking hours upon hours about the offer of your teacher.

You would ask Ochako or someone else for their opinion but you deemed his offer for just your ears, after all he would've given said offer to everyone else too otherwise, right? But why did he give you that offer in the first place...was it the same reason everyone else in your family joked about your quirk? He probably only offered his help because he thought you're too weak to do it on your own...after all he couldn't know that your performance was praised by your school. Before the accident.

And as you had already accepted, your past self in America would also call your current performance weak. To break down like this after nothing but a simple Quirk Test for first year students. You're so pathetic, such a fucking stupid joke...the exact waste of space your family uses to call you.

"Kaneko. Wake up from your daydream, you once again didn't listen to what I said, or am I wrong?" No. Mr. Aizawa was right, you heard not a single word of what he apparently said. You didn't even realize the one and only mountain of a hero, All Might, next to him. So instead of lying to them and to yourself, you shake your head, hanging your head down in shame. You're so...tired. In the past you've been awake for days without breaks for your endurance training, all to draw out more time from your quirks sadly limited activation, even that had been thrown out of the window in these five months it seems.

What a failure.

"I-i'm so very sorry, Aizawa Sensei. Could you...please repeat the assignment for me?" You ask as polite as you could, showing your classmates — who all collected in the hallway behind the two pro heroes — and the two teachers that you had a very different side to your usually difficult to handle personality. Even if you felt like your actual brain was still somewhere back home in bed right now, catching up on the rest it actually now needed. "I'll make one excuse but ju–" "Now wait just a moment, Aizawa. Look at her, she seems... awfully exhausted?" All Might himself interrupts your teacher, who glared up at him from his scarf, "What about it. Heroes are tired all the time, they can't hide from a battle just because they are exhausted. Isn't that right?"

The question targeted at All Might sounded a lot more personal than the taller individual probably liked, slightly backing away before he stood his ground once more, "No matter your opinion, Aizawa, since i am the teacher for the class's battle training, it's also my say who's even capable of attending." All Might exclaims loudly, staying adamant about keeping you out of the first battle training today. So that's what's on todays lesson-plan, a battle training.

One team would be the heroes, one the villains. That type of physical lesson also existed in NYC and you tended to like those. It let you strategize for something that could very well become a very serious reality. Much like Student vs. Student or vs. Teacher training or Rescue training.

Rescue training was something you sometimes struggled at because your quirk may be definitely possible to be used for defense, or for support. But all your training had been mostly offense heavy because that's what your parents pushed you into. All with the childish and outdated idea of support heroes being weaker than the "actual" front force.

Bunch of garbage in your eyes, every hero had it's greater use, that's how you wanted to see this world. There is a use for everyone...

Right?

"What do you want to tell me with that?" "That i will NOT take young Kaneko with the rest of the class today. I do not want my students collapsing mid-exercise and neither do you, right?" Mr. Aizawa crossed his arms as his dark eyes wander over to you, fixated on yours. For a moment, he seems to look you all over, seeing your upper body lying somewhat pathetically on your school desk by now, before he exhales in defeat. "Fine. I'll take care of her. You take the class as planned, alright?"

Very satisfied with Mr. Aizawa's decision, the taller, buffer hero grins even wider with a thumbs up, not just for his colleague but also towards you, "Always make sure to get a full night of rest, young Kaneko! Now, let's go Class, your training awaits!"

Nodding from your desk, also giving back a thumbs up, albeit less enthusiastic than All Might's, you watch your classmates leave you behind with your homeroom teacher. Kaminari and Ochako visibly looking worried for you as they turned around to follow All Might as well.

Now you're left alone with Mr. Aizawa, who tsked at you, probably with deserved disappointment, "I remember telling you to rest up for today, that you would need it. Guess, with you especially, i can actually run my mouth for nothing at all, huh?"

Right, he told you to rest. But how are you supposed to do so if all your head was filled with was ways of how you could fail him, how you could fail anybody that trusted you, which weren't all that many anymore to be honest. Not in NYC. Not after what happened.

"I couldn't...i really tried, but i couldn't." You meekly tell the tall man, knowing exactly that he now probably was back to thinking you're weak or something similar because you couldn't even manage to rest your body. So simple, yet sometimes so impossible.

"Maybe...ugh...i know that feeling..." He did? You're quite shocked as you heard those words, mouth opening to gesture said shock too as you tried to sit up more straight for your teacher. "You do?" "Why exactly did you think i sleep in class?"

Maybe because he was lazy? Because he wasn't exactly a fan of teaching? Or this school — you still thought those are the reasons as well. Anything but the idea that maybe he also sometimes also didn't get any sleep at night passed your thoughts. Once again, you realize that maybe you have judged a person too early. "I'm sorry, Mr. Aizawa..." You apologized out of reflex, without even knowing if he knew what you thought about him beforehand. "Stop fucking apologizing and start doing better. Then you won't have to constantly apologize for the stupid shit you do..."

Of course you were trying to do better, but it was hard when you constantly had the pressure from abroad on your shoulders. You didn't want to be abandoned but at the same time whenever you tried working for it not to happen, the fear basically ate you up.

"Now that we got a minute alone, did you at least manage to think about the offer?"

At the mention of the said offer from yesterday, you drove down your seat slightly, discomfort written onto your face as you look over to him, still standing in the doorway, probably not giving a flying fuck about where he now stood to talk to his student. "Don't give me such a look, i told you it's your choice. No matter how you choose, the end result would only haunt you." Right, haunt was the correct word for your fear.

It haunts you, to this day.

You didn't want to hurt Mr. Aizawa, he's just your teacher, he just offered you his — surely once in a lifetime — help. If it happened again, but now to him...you wouldn't be able to live with something like that a second time!

"I know... that's...not it." You mumble, feeling the difficulty of even thinking about that day. It all went so well before it happened. He was proud of you too, celebrated your milestones when your parents didn't even bat an eye at them. Mr. Aizawa eyed you with the intention of asking you of the 'why' right now, when he realized that you're still just about there to hold a conversation. Your energy left you rather quickly today, feeling the regret of getting out of bed before you even left your home. "Tell me about it while you eat, you're still my responsibility. If you collapse, it's my fault. Even if you don't get it done to sleep right."

At first you didn't know exactly what he wanted from you, if you should eat right here or not. Until he turned around, waving you after him. Silently nodding, even though he wouldn't even see it, you took your backpack after packing back up your utensils before you went after him, already with enough questions in your head to fill at least a whole school lesson. Both of you ended up two floors lower, on a floor you were formerly told by Present Mic himself that you shouldn't enter unless your current teacher had ordered you to. It was the floor for teachers only, so most likely with their break rooms, meeting rooms and the principals office... wasn't the principal of the UA a mouse? Or was he dog?

Maybe it also held the school's briefing room for emergencies? Did the UA have one like the school in NYC? They had to, the UA was far more advanced and clearly more heavily funded by the state and the agencies than NYC's even could be, no matter how grand your old one was. The UA is a whole different caliber. "Stop thinking about irrelevant stuff...I'm getting tired of holding the damn door open." Mr. Aizawa pulled you from your internal brain chatter as if he knew that being on said floor caused all kinds of theories to pop up in your brain.

"And don't you dare say 'I'm sorry'...i don't want to hear it. Just try to look less obvious when you're, for some special miracle, start using your head."

Giving him a quick 'Yes, sensei', clearly struggling to hold back the now forbidden two words as you squeeze past him into the room. As you take in the big lounge, your teacher quietly watches you instead...well, for a few seconds, "Go sit down at one of the couches, I'll be back in a few minutes...look lively in the meantime." He orders you before already having left you behind, taking the route back to the elevator. As his footsteps faded in the hallway, so did your questions you had been ready to ask him, making sure to try and remember them for later.

Not knowing what to do while he was gone, other than of course actually sitting down because he told you too, you stare into the pleasantly cooled air and try to analyze some of the furniture in the apparent teachers lounge.

How come that a break room for teachers has...has beanbags? You were very sure that most of the teacher at the UA are Pro Heroes, professionals in their careers. So what are beanbags doing in an equally professional school?

One of them practically screamed at you to sit in it, a black one with dark red and grey spots. Even if tired, mischief was never not an option for you. If sitting in a beanbag instead of on a couch as he told you to was actually mischief. Not giving it anymore care than you could offer, you switch your resting place from the couch to said beanbag. Immediately you felt your body sink into it, a delighted gasp leaving your lips. Beanbags are so...comfy~!

Comfy enough to forget that you probably should've stayed awake...

Mr. Aizawa surely didn't have you just suddenly napping in a teachers lounge in mind when he took you down here. Food, that was all of it. After that, he would probably let you write down some stupid text in exchange for not being able to join the battle training, all while he slept himself. It didn't take a minute for your eyes to fall shut and stay shut, your mouth just slightly hanging open as you began to softly snore and mumble incoherent garbage.

"I said 'lively' not 'roadkill'..." His deadpan voice ripped you from your all too gratifying nap time, not noticing the glare you automatically sent him instead. Thankfully he couldn't see that through the darker sunglasses of yours. "Here. Eat up..." He hands you a warm Styrofoam box that smelled botheringly familiar. Opening it, you realize why: It's the curry from the restaurant you sometimes went to if you forgot to buy food to cook yourself and the supermarkets had already closed.

Pulling your eyes off of surprisingly your favorite food from said favorite restaurant, you saw him flop down onto a chair nearby, eyeing you back, with his unreadable but probably simply tired dark eyes. "Only one box? Are you not going to eat?" You dared to speak the first words in the pressured silence of a student and her teacher being in such an unusual situation. You both didn't know how to talk with each other outside of class without sounding weird, at least it's what you thought when you watch the tall man turn even quieter than before.

"It's about you, you're the one who barely manages to take care of herself. Or am I getting the wrong impression from you wandering after me like a zombie just now?" Guilty as charged, you avert your lighter colored eyes, definitely too proud to openly tell him he was right. In these five months you struggled to keep up with yourself and your needs. You got by, sure, after all you're alive and not malnourished. And usually you also got a great night of sleep.

But whenever a certain memory once again returns to haunt you...you become a mess, physically and mentally.

So instead of immediately giving him the gratification of being absolutely spot on with the fact that you sometimes could barely keep yourself going, you rummage through your backpack to find something. "What are you doing now, just eat alr–" You hear him stop mid-sentence as pull out your bamboo and steel lunchbox, holding it out to him.

"So you had food already? Why didn't you just tell me that?" "I want to share, sensei, please. In exchange...for the offer." You tell him with some held back volume, you didn't want to weird him out. After all he's your teacher, of only two days now too. But you definitely didn't want him to go hungry while you ate the warm and fresh curry in front of him.

Mr. Aizawa's eyes, actually now fully open instead of looking like he was ready to nap himself once more, looked down to your place in the beanbag, surprise at your own offer written over his scruffy face. "You need it more, Kaneko." He still tried to insist until you simply put the lunchbox on his lap, accidentally touching his hand in the process. He had incredibly big and warm hands. "Plates, please." You request as innocent as you could when he was about to put the lunchbox back to your side, watching him stop in his track.

Shortly, he grunts at you thinking you could just "order" him around, until he made the mistake of looking back down to you, your mouth childishly in a pout. Usually he wouldn't give it a second thought, but for some reason, maybe because you didn't seem the type to usually pout — big mistake, you pout a lot if needed — it unfortunately worked on him.

"Fine." He only adds, putting the lunchbox onto the table he just sat at with the chair turned away from it, "But get your ass out from the beanbag and sit at the table like the goddamn adult you're supposed to become..."

Pulling yourself from your comfy former napping place, careful to not spill the curry, you groan at how difficult it actually was. But eventually you actually got up, placing the still hot curry also on the table alongside the lunchbox. Mr. Aizawa already came back with two plates and two sets of cutlery that he took from the small kitchen corner in the room, placing them down.

"You better talk now, no student has ever gotten this kinda treatment from me..."

He opened the lunchbox while he told you, pulling his eyebrows up at its contents.

"Salad? Did you make that?" He somewhat cautiously asked, giving you a glance from the side, pushing his grey scarf to the side. Why won't he just take it off instead? "Yeah...does it look bad?" Why would you care? At least you knew that it tastes good, after all you had some yesterday already.

"Well...no. It looks actually pretty...good, i guess." His voice sounded a bit odd...he probably isn't much used to saying something nice about anything from a student. He's probably very used to being disappointed. Or annoyed.

But nonetheless you felt like cherishing the oddly kind words from the stoic man, "Thank you, Mr. Aizawa!" It gave you back some small amounts of energy to smile up to him. Even while sitting, he was a lot taller than you.

"Yeah yeah...but, that's quite a lot of meat, isn't it?"

Oh right, you only ate two strips yesterday, believing foolishly that it would be enough to fill your reserves for today. Obviously that was a false belief. Obviously you were a stupid fucking idiot. "Because i only ate two yesterday... thought it was enough." "Wow...that's stupid."

Thanks for kindly confirming, Mr. Aizawa...

You ate partly quietly through your now shared meal, slowly feeling better bit by bit, bite by bite. Then he continued the actual topic of discussion. He wanted you to spill the beans, he knew...he probably thought your reaction to his offer was a bit off yesterday. "Usually students would tear themselves apart to get the chance of one on one tutoring from a pro hero..." He begins after eating one of the teriyaki beef strips. The ones he actually called "kinda tasty" a few minutes beforehand.

"What happened to make you react so... irritated... at my offer to get your quirk...s under control?"

How did he know that it was connected with your past? Why couldn't you just be the kid that didn't want any special help in his eyes? "I don't know what you mean...it just surprised me."

Trying your best to act like he wasn't itching the right spot, you continue chewing your curry and some of the salad as well, which he noted as "a grotesque mix of two foods" but he also said he could care less if you at least got something into your system, "Grip the fork any tighter and it'll bend." Shit.

"Talk. Now."

You shouldn't.

You can't.

But how else will you fulfill your parents wish? Or more...their ultimatum. Become worthy enough to carry the last name Kaneko or get legitimately disowned. You had not much of a choice. It wasn't even that maybe you didn't want to be hero. Of course you wanted to be one, the best of them all if possible — hardly, with your naturally self-destructive quirks. But you also never even had the second choice of trying to become something different in the first place. Even though they didn't believe in you from day one your quirks showed themselves, they still forced you down this path.

"How does a person stop fearing their own quirk?" You ask with your eyes staring blankly at your still half filled plate, no longer trying to hide your obvious discomfort with his offer. In the end, the fork lost the battle, bending under your shaking grip on it. As you got no reply from Mr. Aizawa in a total of at least five silent minutes, you had been sure than he was questioning how you managed to even get into the Academy in NYC, nonetheless the UA.

And sometimes you did too.

"By fighting them head on, just like any other fear." The sudden acknowledgment of your question let you jolt slightly, no longer having expected a serious answer from the Pro Hero. After all it must've sounded just so silly. Afraid...of your own quirk? It made you sound like a pussy, even in your own head. But he still gave you his answer, no matter how ridiculous your question must have been to him. "And by head on...i take it that you mean accepting your offer?"

He nods as he finished his own plate, eyes wandering to your own plate. He points a finger at it, nudging you with a shoulder. It felt surreal next to the serious topic you started minutes ago, but it also reminded you of where you are. "You should eat." He adds to his nudge and pointing finger as he took himself a small portion of the left over salad.

Choosing to not point out in front of him that he seemed to like it enough to actually eat more of it, simply in his favor, you do as you're told and continue eating the curry until the plate was empty and basically licked clean. It had been getting more cold now, but it was still so good.

"And yes, that's what i mean, the more you train your body for your quirk, the easier it theoretically should become for you to handle its drawbacks...and i offer you my help and knowledge for said training." He wanted to actually help you...you couldn't believe it at first, blinking at him dumbfounded, there had only been a handful of people in your life that actually meant or even gave you such heavy promises.

Surprise, surprise...your own family has never been a part of these people. The only way they "supported" you is with money and the "permission" to stay in Japan on your own until your graduated.

Even if your body told you too, you didn't shed even one tear, not even out of happiness, as you smile up at your new teacher and now mentor as well. You had your worries about him, especially since he gave you that offer so quickly without even fully knowing what expected him with you.

You still did have certain worries, but after the talk yesterday and now today as well, you felt like you could put your trust in him. Trust him to actually train you well and reach the peak of your quirks' performances. You wanted to trust him too...it had been so long you had someone that let you follow their path and learn of their words that only you got to hear. School itself never matched the one on one training sessions you had with...with him. With them.

"I don't...i-...T-thank you, Mr. Aizawa!" You almost flew from your chair as you jump up from it, bowing down slightly to show your gratitude. He gasps a bit taken back, never having expected a student with your type of feisty personality to show themselves so thankful. Nonetheless so quickly. You must've been desperate to find someone's help...but something clearly had been on your mind as well. Something that made you so defensive about it when he asked you yesterday.

As your teacher, he would find out what had you so afraid...even if it took it's time. He wasn't the kind to be impatient anyways. And at some point you would speak on your own, he was almost sure about that.

But at least she now wasn't as exhausted as before anymore, her enthusiastic behavior currently showing so. If he could see her eyes right now...were they hopeful? Did they believe in him, did she actually believe in him?

"It's alright, Kaneko. Just one rule as of now..."

You nod, sitting back down as you realized that you still had been standing up, almost falling on top of the unkempt looking teacher.

"Nobody can know you're getting trained by me. No student, no teacher, no parents. I always said that teachers shouldn't have students that they train personally, since it gave them an unfair advantage against the other students...but now that i have one on my own, I've broken my own rule."

Understanding where his concern comes from, food helping your brain work more normally again, you nod, "Of course, Mr. Aizawa, i won't tell anyone!"

Now having filled up your inner battery, Mr. Aizawa told you what you two had to do in exchange for you not being able to tag along to today's battle training. Which had been incidentally observing Class 1-A during their Battle Training!

Now chewing on some candy you bought yourself on your short break given by the Eraser Hero, you try your best to do as Mr. Aizawa told you to and analyse the fighting styles of each of your classmates. You would have to make notes similar to Midoriya's weird little books if you wanted to keep it all in your head...

"You better still be watching them closely, you'll need it soon enough. Believe me."

You'll need it? Did he mean Battles against each other? Or something else?

What did he know that you didn't?

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