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Shota Aizawa was excited when he heard the news that UA had finally finished the school dorms. They had announced the new project half way through his second year and Shota immediately signed up for a room. It was now the last few days of summer vacation and Shota happily packed his bags, excited to leave this hell hole behind. His parents had died fighting a particularly nasty villain when he was just a baby and have been in and out of foster homes sense. Some of the families were nice enough but he had his fair share of bad ones too. The one he was at currently was one of the worst, and he couldn’t wait to get out. As he finished packing he fell onto his bed with a satisfied smile on his face knowing that tonight will be the last night he would ever have to spend there.
The school staff gave the students two days to move in before the next semester started and Shota woke up early the next day and headed to the new dorms. Luckily, he didn’t own more than a bag of clothes and a few books, and CDs. They had informed everyone that they would have a roommate and would post the names up on the bulletin board outside of the dorm entrance. Shota had anxiety clawing at his stomach the closer he got to the school. Who would he be roomed with? What if it was someone he didn’t get along with? Shota was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the footsteps quickly approaching him.
“Hey Shota,” a voice came from his left, making him jump, “oh, I didn’t mean to scare you!”
Shota’ s breathing slowed when he realized who it was, “uh, hey Nemuri. It’s okay I was just caught up in my own thoughts.”
Nemuri nodded and continued to walk besides him. They had been friends sense first year and he considered her one of his best friends. Nemuri was carrying a huge bag over her shoulder and had what looked like a heavy box in her hands. Honestly, Shota was surprised when she had first told him that she was also signing up to live in the dorms due to her strong relationship with her family. When he pushed her about it she simply explained that she wanted some freedom to become her own person. Shota could understand how hard it was to live in the shadow of your parents, his being such great pro heroes as well. They walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence slowing once they got into the gates of UA.
“Well, are you ready to see who our dorm mates are,” Nemuri asked eagerly, sauntering up to the list, “ugh, I’m roomed with Uwabami! I guess we will just have to make that work. Who did you get?”
Shota walked up to the paper and began to read down the list until he finally reached his name. His heart fell out of his stomach as he read who his dorm mate would be.
“No way you’re roomed with Hizashi,” Nemuri jumped up and down, “how lucky! You get to room with your best friend!”
It’s true Hizashi was indeed his best friend but what Nemuri didn’t know was that Shota was madly in love with Hizashi.It hasn’t always been that way, heck, he even thought Hizashi was annoying at first.
They met on the first day of hero training, Shota sitting in the very back of the class, when Hizashi came rushing in. It seemed like the first thing that came through the door was a spike of ridiculously blond hair which was followed by huge sunglasses and a ear to ear grin. Shota’s first impression of the voice hero was that he was a goofy class clown. Even with his confidant grin and outrageous hair Shota could tell the new boy was searching desperately for a friendly face. Why he ended up choosing Shota he will never know but just like that the empty seat next to him was now occupied with the obnoxious blond boy.
Weeks came and went as Hizashi tried everything in his power to become Shota's friend with no avail. It just wasn’t something Shota did, being in and out of foster homes he knew to keep his distance.
That is until the day Hizashi’s parents died.
The class was out in the field training with their quirks when Hizashi got a call on his cellphone. Shota watched as the blond boy slowly walked into an empty classroom across the way. Warning signals went off in Shota's head when Hizashi didn’t come out after a few minutes. It was those signals that pushed his feet in the direction of the classroom. Part of Shota didn’t want to interrupt Hizashi and for a moment he hesitated, then he heard an ear splitting sound. Shota rushed in the room to find the blond boy crumpled on the ground with both hands pressed to his mouth.
“Hizashi what’s going on,” Shota demanded spinning around to look for the source of the sound, “what was that sound? Did it hurt you?”
When Hizashi didn’t respond right away, Shota carefully walked to where he sat curled up in a ball. Upon closer inspection Shota realized that Hizashi was crying, silent tears running down his face. Hizashi’s hands were clasped so tightly across his mouth that his fingers were turning white. Shota was at a total loss when it came to comforting others, he had miss out on that growing up and now he can only just sit next to the crying boy waiting for him to calm down.
Taking a few deep, shaky, breaths Hizashi slowly unclasps his hands rushing to say, “I’m s-so sorry, I c-can’t control my quirk w-when I’m u-upset.” His hands flew back up to his mouth as he tried to control the volume of his quirk.
“my quirk is erasure you know,” relief flooded through Shota, he can actually help him though what ever was happening, “I can erase your quirk while you finish crying. I don’t know what happened but I know that crying can really help sometimes.”
A blush speed across Shota's face, did he really just admit to his classmate that he has a good cry now and again? Hizashi on the other hand was nodding frantically as he sat up straight, a look of relief flashed across his face for just a second. Shota has used his quirk quite often on the meaner foster kids he has lived with so he knew how to control it fairly well. The hardest part was trying not to blink, but he knew he would be able to help Hizashi even of it meant having to pick up some eye drops on the way home. Taking a deep breath, Shota turned the fill power of his quirk on Hizashi. His shoulder length black hair began to float around his face and he knew his dark eyes have now turned blood red.
“okay you can let everything out now,” Shota spoke through clenched teeth, fully focused on his quirk, “your quirk is erased for as long as I stare at you. Unfortunately I can’t do this forever so try to be quick.”
Then Hizashi let go.
A strangled sob tore from Hizashi's throat thankfully at a somewhat normal volume. The blond was shaking so badly his cries were more like quick hiccups and his breathing was audibly rugged. Shota felt the urge to reach out and take Hizashi’s hand but ultimately decided against it. Touching has always been hard for Shota, most of the touch he knew was the touch of pain. What could have possibly been said over the phone that turned the once joyous and flamboyant boy into a sobbing mess? Shota sat and watched Hizashi as he slowly cried himself out over the next few minutes, and even though his eyes stung with the need to blink , he never once complained.
“my parents were killed,” Hizashi whispered once he was finally able to speak. Shota's heart broke in that moment. He knew the pain of not having parents but he couldn’t imagine how it felt to hear the news after having them raise you until you’re teens.
Shota didn’t want to push for more information but decided to share something with Hizashi, “my parents were killed too. When I was a baby, that is. So I don’t really know how it feels for you right now but I know more than some. I’m sorry by the way.”
The blond looked up at Shota with a small smile and said, “you can stop using your quirk now. Thank you for using it though. I need to work on controlling my quirk better I guess.” Hizashi sheepishly ran a hand across the back of his neck. It turns out that Hizashi’s parents were killed while trying to save a bus full of people who were being attacked by a villain with a quirk that could force others to use their own quirk against their will . The villain pitted Hizashi’s patents against each other ultimately leading to their deaths.
Ever sense that day Shota began to feel protective over Hizashi, and soon they became best friends. Hizashi quickly became someone Shota could open up to, someone he could run to when his harsh life began to become to much. There were many time that Hizashi came to him for support as well, solidifying their bond. Shota didn’t mean to fall in love with the blond hero in training but looking back it seems that it was unavoidable.
“uh Shota,” Nemuri waved her hand in front of his face, “why do you have that look on your face? I thought you would be thrilled! You could have gotten Toshinori as your damn bunk mate.”
Nemuri was right, he should be happy that he’s rooming with Hizashi and not Toshinori or really any other class mate. Shota was notorious for being a loner, with the exception of Hizashi and Nemuri. They were kind of a trio of loners. Nemuri was staring at him, hands on her hips, waiting for an answer. Would it really be that bad to tell her about his feeling towards his best friend? Maybe she will even have advice for him in regards of what he should do.
Okay, it’s now or never.
“the reason I’m not thrilled,” Shota took a deep steadying breath, “is because I’m in love with Hizashi.”
“and that makes you upset that you’re roomed with him,” Nemuri threw her head back laughing, “do you have any idea how awesome that is? I mean, like, you have a huge opportunity here!”
“you would find this torment hilarious,” Shota glared at her, “you would have a point if there were ANY way he felt the same. But he doesn’t. Honestly why would he?”
“Shota, shut up, your rambling and it’s quite unattractive,” Nemuri scolded, promptly shutting me up, “I couldn’t tell you how Hizashi feels but I can tell you that it’s worth a shot. Your friendship is so strong I think it would be able to withstand this. Even if it doesn’t go your way. Don’t waste your time with what if’s Shota.”
“I don’t know Nemuri,” he sighed and hefted his boxes higher in his arms, “let’s get to our rooms, my arms are killing me.”
Nemuri gave a frustrated sigh but dropped the subject. That’s what was nice about her, she might be a gossip but she knew when to stop pushing. They made their way up the stairs to the second floor, presumably the girls floor, where they said their goodbyes. One more flight of stairs and Shota would be on the right floor. Room 100 was about halfway down the hall, a bit of excitement crept back into his stomach as he opened the door. The room was fairly large, with two twin beds at opposite ends of the room, a desk with a computer, and matching dressers. The walls were plain but Shota couldn’t care less, the room he was standing in now was better than any room he’s had before.
Walking over to the left side of the room he gently lowers his belongings on the floor and plops down onto his new bed. A wave of exhaustion hits him once the excitement fades, Shota was glad Hizashi hasn’t quite made it here yet, he might actually get to take a nap. He falls asleep almost instantly once his head hit the pillow.