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<1>
The first time Aizawa brought something cute to school, it caused a ruckus. But could you blame class 1-A? They really weren’t expecting for their teacher to arrive, his hair up in a pretty ponytail, tied with an adorable yellow scrunchie.
Before that, actually, the students just assumed Aizawa didn’t own- or hell, even know about- hair ties. Midoriya claimed he and Bakugou saw Aizawa with his hair up, but Bakugou didn’t back up his claim, and no one really believed him.
Until the moment their teacher walked through the door on monday wearing the scrunchie.
For a second, the entire class was silent. Dead silent. You couldn’t even hear someone breathing. And then, everyone started screaming.
“Sensei what are you wearing ?”
“I’ve never seen you with your hair up!”
“So manly!”
“I told you guys he wears his hair up sometimes!”
“It looks very pretty, Sensei!”
Aizawa seemed too tired to shut them up immediately, but after a solid thirty seconds of children yelling, he activated his quirk and glared at them, effectively shutting them up. Once it was silent again, he sighed and turned to the board, scribbling out their assignment. Everyone stared at the obnoxious dotted yellow scrunchie, which had two extra ribbons hanging cutely from it. Aizawa wearing his hair up was surprising enough, but the cute accessory was just downright baffling.
“I bet it’s a prank. He probably lost a bet,” Kaminari whispered.
“That makes sense,” Tokoyami agreed, “Midnight probably dragged him into it.”
“I can hear you guys,” Aizawa complained, zipping up his sleeping bag, “Shut up and get to work. Groups of three.”
“But Sensei-”
Another nasty glare later, everyone was gathered into groups of three and working quietly. It was a simple project on theoretical hero rescue, which was rather boring. Halfway through, the class got relatively less quiet.
“I wonder where he got the scrunchie from? It’s so pretty!” Mina gushed.
“Ask Midnight. She’s probably the one who forced him to wear it,” Jirou replied with a shrug.
Tsuyu frowned, “I doubt it, ribbit. He’d look much more annoyed if he was forced to wear it, don’t you think?”
“I think he’s just too tired to care.”
“Tsuyu has a point,” Midoriya mumbled, “I mean, either way, the scrunchie doesn’t look bad… Midnight would probably make him wear something a lot more-” He blushed a little, “Y-y’know… Less cute and more…”
“Yeah!” Kirishima exclaimed, “Midnight would go for something wayyy raunchier and wayyy more embarrassing!”
“Aizawa wouldn’t be let into school if that were the case, though.”
Eventually, the class ended, and everyone lingered for a few moments, watching Aizawa yawn and climb out of his sleeping bag, the scrunchie still very much there, proving that the class hadn’t collectively hallucinated it.
“Stop staring at me and go to your next class,” Aizawa muttered, making a vague shooing motion with his hand.
“Yessir!”
<2>
The second time Aizawa brought something cute to class, on tuesday, it was less shocking, but just as out of character. He was drinking coffee from his mug, as he did every so often in the morning class, but it wasn’t his usual mug. This one looked much newer, smaller, and wasn’t just a simple black color. It was a cute cat mug. The ears poked out on top, too, and the cat was holding a donut.
Before anyone could speak, Hagakure gasped loudly, bolting upright.
“Isn’t that a limited edition pusheen mug?!” She squealed.
Aizawa blinked, then glanced down at his mug. He shrugged.
Hagakure sounded devastated , “Sensei that’s so unfair!”
“What happened to your old mug?” Yaomomo asked.
“Nothing in particular.”
“Your mug is really cute, sensei!” Mina beamed. Uraraka nodded aggressively.
Aizawa only grunted in response, clearly more interested in the coffee than in his loud students. He finished it and gingerly set the mug down on his desk. “Today you’ll be training at U.S.J, so hurry up and get in gear. Yesterday you each worked on different hypothetical situations in hero rescue. Today you’ll be putting them in practice.”
The class was giddy with excitement, and Aizawa’s stupidly cute pusheen mug was promptly forgotten.
Well, until Todoroki noticed a professional rescuee with a pusheen shirt on. His group was bringing back the last of the rescuees from the downpour zone. There were a couple of other groups that had already finished waiting in the central plaza as well, tending to the ‘victims’.
“Isn’t that Aizawa-sensei’s cat mug?” He asked, pointing to one of the rescuees.
Mina gasped, “It is! That’s pusheen!”
Sero chuckled, gently setting down the child he was carrying, “Man, I can’t believe Sensei has a pusheen mug.”
“Do you think it’s related to the scrunchie? Is this like a week-long prank?” Iida muttered, frowning.
Uraraka shook her head, “No way, didn’t Hagakure say it was a limited-edition mug? And did you see how careful he was with it? It looked brand new, too! No one would buy that just to embarrass him.”
Iida taps his chin thoughtfully, “What if it’s a gift?”
“What’s a gift?” Kirishima asks, his group bringing in the last of the rescuees from his sector.
“Aizawa’s new cat mug.”
Bakugou huffs, rolling his eyes, “I think if someone gave me a mug that fucking stupid I would blow it up.”
“Well, we’re not talking about you, bro!” Kaminari shot back.
Everyone collectively scuttled away from Bakugou.
<3>
The third time, it caused an even bigger scandal than the scrunchie.
Class 1-A just assumed Aizawa lived off of energy gel pouches, and maybe also water and rice. They’d never seen him in the cafeteria and they’d never seen him bring lunch to school.
So the class was rightfully shocked to see him pull out a bento halfway through the afternoon class.
He opened the cute yellow bentō box and everyone craned their necks to see the content, not-so-subtly.
A gasp, “Sensei, that’s such a cute bento!”
Almost everyone stood up from their seats and crowded around Aizawa immediately after the initial comment, taking in the cute sight in front of them with awe, not at all discouraged by his annoyed glare.
The bentō was arranged beautifully, with the rice shaped into cute cat heads and decorated with sauce and seaweed, egg rolls and octopus-cut sausages, and vegetable slices.
“Did someone make that for you, sensei?” Uraraka asked.
Everyone held their breaths.
Aizawa was silent for a moment, “... Yes.”
The class erupted with screams, cheers, and cries.
“Seriously? Who? Who made it for you?” Kirishima pressed
“How come you get cute homemade bento but I don’t?” Kaminari cried.
Aizawa didn’t bother to answer any of the questions the students were screaming out, instead glaring at them half-heartedly until they gave up and sauntered back to their desks.
“If you guys keep interrupting my lessons like this, you will have consequences.”
Everyone stiffened, the room growing silent.
Well, the silence didn’t last long, because people kept trying to whisper to each other.
“Who do you think made it?”
“You were right, Iida, these are definitely gifts…”
Aizawa raised his chopsticks menacingly, “Can it.”
After class ended, the bento was the only topic of conversation among class 1-A.
“Man, he’s so lucky…” Kaminari sighed, “I bet he has a super-cute girlfriend who made it for him, or something.”
“You think?” Jirou hummed.
“I can’t imagine Sensei with a girlfriend, honestly,” Ojiro said, “I don’t think he’d date someone so cutesy…”
“You think it’s a prank, still?”
He shrugged, “I mean, that’s just me…”
They spent the entirety of lunch talking and talking, trying to find a reason to all the weirdly cute things Aizawa had been bringing to school for the last three days.
“My bet is that it’s a secret admirer!” Mina exclaimed. Hagakure gasped dramatically
“He’d throw that shit away if it was from someone he didn’t know,” Bakugo scoffed, “dumbass.”
“Well- maybe, but-”
“I think it’s a prank,” Tokoyami said.
Midoriya shook his head, “No, these are definitely gifts.”
Kirishima groaned, “Man, if only we could ask him!”
“He’d give us all detention and you know it.”
“Maybe we should ask the other teachers.”
Iida frowned, “That’s going a bit too far, don’t you think? We should just respect his privacy-”
His voice was drowned out by the others arguing, saying that he’d find out anyways, or that it was a great idea and they should try it.
In the end, no one agreed on anything, and no answers were found.
<4>
The fourth time, it’s during training. Halfway through the outdoor exercises, it started raining, but Aizawa sternly told them to continue. And then he left to go get something from the class, which turned out to be an umbrella.
“Sensei, no fair!”
He gave a small smirk and shrugged. No one was really paying much attention to him, so it wasn’t obvious at first, but when Yaomomo turned to ask him a question, she did an intense double-take.
The umbrella, which seemed like a simple black color at first, was actually cat-themed, with ears poking out from the top, and a cat face printed on its front. She couldn’t keep a straight face so she turned back around and continued training.
If anyone else noticed, they didn’t mention it until the end of class.
“Did you guys see Aizawa-sensei’s umbrella?” Kirishima asked, and all the guys in the locker room nodded solemnly.
“I’m seriously gonna go crazy if we don’t find out why he’s suddenly so... cutesy.”
“Maybe he’s pranking us .” Todoroki murmured.
Midoriya looked awfully concerned by that thought, and he spiraled into a series of hushed conspiratory mutters.
<5>
The fifth time, Aizawa was wearing his scrunchie again, and he had a pusheen neck pillow settled nicely on his shoulders, half-hidden by his capture weapon. He looked ready to nap, more so than usual.
“Sensei, where do you keep getting all these cute things?” Tsuyu spoke up. Everyone went quiet, staring at Aizawa expectantly.
He idly reached up to touch the neck pillow, “What, this?”
“And the scrunchie.”
“And the mug!”
“And the umbrella.”
“They’re gifts,” he mumbled, resting his cheek against his pillow, “now stop being so loud. You have essays to finish.”
“I knew it,” Iida whispered.
“Gifts from who, Sensei? Is it your birthday this week?”
Aizawa cracked an eye open, half-heartedly glaring at his student, “essay.”
Everyone sighed, disappointed. The mystery wasn’t solved yet.
Later, at the dorms, Kirishima called for an ‘emergency meeting’, which turned out not to be an emergency at all, because it was about Aizawa’s unknown gift-giver.
“It’s late,” Midoriya complained, “why are we still talking about this?”
“I want to know who’s giving him these gifts!” Kirishima exclaimed.
“Me too! Whoever it was managed to get their hands on a limited-edition pusheen item!” Hagakure huffed, hands seemingly raised in determination.
“Some of us have better things to do in our free time than conspire about our teacher,” Todoroki grumbled. Midoriya nodded, looking just as tired with the situation.
“Man, you guys are so boring! Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”
“This is fucking dumb,” Bakugou growled, “curious or not, he’s not gonna tell us shit and you know it.”
“That’s why we’re planning a stealth mission to find out who’s giving Sensei these gifts!” Kaminari declared. He was met with various tired, deadpan stares. Bakugou walked away.
“I’m leaving,” Jirou sighed, “I don’t want to get in trouble because of you morons.” She wandered off back to her room, and Yaoyorozu followed suit after a disappointed shake of her head.
“I doubt Aizawa-sensei will forgive you if you spy on him…” Iida said solemnly, “it’s an invasion of his privacy!”
“It’s not spying… It’s just… this is just an activity to improve on our stealth! It’s very important for a hero to be able to go on stealth missions.” Kaminari tried to reason, “I think Aizawa-sensei would be impressed by our skills!”
Todoroki and Midoriya both gave the group long, thoughtful stares.
“Don’t tell me you’re considering it…” Iida sighed.
Uraraka hummed, “I can’t say I’m not curious.”
“Okay, people who stay will join us on the mission. People who leave will not.”
PLUS ONE
Aizawa was aware of the attention since the beginning of the school day. It didn’t take him long to realize that there was no imminent threat, but merely nosy students. He briefly wondered if he should call them out on it, but decided to brush it off, even if they were supposed to be having class with Nemuri and All Might throughout the day.
The feeling of eyes boring into the back of his head didn’t seem to last as long as he’d expected, though. It took half an hour of grading papers in the teacher’s lounge for whoever it was to get bored. Aizawa suspected it was Hagakure- but he could imagine she wasn’t doing it on her own.
Sometime halfway through lunch is when he felt it again.
“You know, sleeping isn’t the only way for your body to get energy,” Hizashi told him, offering an onigiri.
Aizawa didn’t bother to unzip his sleeping bag and just leaned forward for a bite. Shrimp, huh.
“But it is the best way,” He replied after he’d finished chewing. “By the way, I think some of my students are spying on me.”
“Seriously?”
Aizawa couldn’t help a grin as he heard quick, unorganized shuffling as whoever it was ran off, “Hm.”
Hizashi frowned, “Why?”
“I think it’s because of the stupid gifts you’ve been giving me,” Aizawa leaned in for another bite of the onigiri but Hizashi moved his hand away.
“Hey! You’re the one parading them around school grounds!”
Aizawa pouted up at him and Hizashi sighed, feeding him the onigiri.
“Well, they’re nice gifts,” He mumbled, “and my students’ reactions are pretty amusing. But now they’re stalking me to find out where I got them from.”
Hizashi laughed warmly, “Just tell them, then!”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“They’re gonna keep bugging you about it.”
“If they want to know so bad, they’ll find out eventually.”
“And yet you discourage their spying attempts!” Hizashi says, in mock offense.
“Well, I don’t wanna be bothered during my lunch break…” He leaned in, but not for the onigiri that Hizashi offered him. He was met with a soft, surprised chuckle, and warm watermelon-chapstick lips.
“Wow, me neither,” Hizashi mumbled against his lips, bringing his hands up to cup Aizawa’s face, the onigiri long forgotten. Before he could deepen the kiss, though, Aizawa cheekily moved away, leaning back and unzipping his sleeping bag to stretch languidly.
Hizashi gave him a kicked puppy look, but Aizawa merely grinned, only taking pity on him to give him a chaste kiss on the forehead.
“Lunch is almost over, and you have class next,” Aizawa’s hand lingered on Hizashi before slipping away, “I wouldn’t want to mess up your awful hairdo.”
“So generous,” Hizashi swooned dramatically.
“I know.” Aizawa deadpanned, “now, get your pretty ass up and get to class.”
“Yessir!” Hizashi bolted upright, and on his way to the door, he caught Aizawa for another quick kiss on the lips, “See ya later, Shouta!”
Aizawa smiled fondly in return, watching his husband run off.
--
He’d almost forgotten that his students were spying on him, until at some point in the late afternoon he felt the familiar unsettling feeling of being watched. He briefly thought about ignoring it, but it was too bothersome to ignore. It wasn’t annoying or anything, but the feeling of being watched wasn’t as amusing as it had originally been. Now it was just mildly off-putting.
He turned to the door, “What is it?”
He heard various hushed whispers, too soft for him to make out any words, but loud enough for him to pick up on the voices.
“I know you guys have been trying to spy on me all day.”
Kaminari was seemingly pushing towards the doorway, and he almost slipped and fell against the doorframe.
“Hey!” He snapped back, then sheepishly turned to Aizawa, who was staring at him with a single raised brow, “Um- I- we’re sorry-!” he turned around again, “Hey! Don’t you guys walk out on me! Cowards!”
“Who else is there?” Aizawa sighed.
Shuffling of feet was heard and more sheepish students poked their heads in. Mina, Kirishima, Uraraka, Midoriya, and what he assumed to be Hagakure.
Aizawa frowned, “Midoriya?”
The green haired boy got even more flustered, “I-I’m so sorry sensei-”
“Shut it, I don’t want your excuses,” he interrupted, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Before the students could break out in apologies, he spoke up again, “You’re all curious about the gifts, yes?”
Furious nodding.
“If you stop bothering me-”
“Eraser! Why are your students hogging the door?!”
The group of children jumped in surprise, turning to see Hizashi, with two mugs in hand. One was Aizawa’s pusheen mug and the other was a light yellow campfire mug that said ‘cup of sunshine’ and the kanji for sun right below it. Hizashi was still in his hero attire, but lacking the jacket and with his hair down.
“Mic-sensei also has a cute mug!!!!!” Kirishima screamed.
Aizawa groaned and slid down further in his chair.
Midoriya gasped, and Aizawa watched as the kid seemed to reach the highest form of enlightenment.
Midoriya’s head whipped around to meet Aizawa’s gaze, “Sensei, did you give him that mug?”
“Matching gift mugs!” Mina cried
“They’re not matching, though!”
“What, this one?” Hizashi lifted the yellow mug, “Yeah, Shouta gave it to me a couple years ago!”
“Wait, years?”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Aizawa stood up, waving his hands in vague shooing motions at the kids, “get out before I change my mind and decide you expel all of you for being nosy shits.”
They didn’t need to be told twice.
Aizawa sighed again.
“Ah, youth,” Hizashi chuckled, letting himself into Aizawa’s room.
“You’re just as energetic as them,” Aizawa grumbled, taking his mug from Hizashi’s hands, “more, even.”
Hizashi gave him an obnoxious wink, “The trick is caffeine,” A pause, “and energy drinks. Sometimes a mix of both.”
Aizawa sighed, “how are you not dead?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
They settled into a comfortable silence while they graded papers, originally sitting with Aizawa at his desk and Hizashi on the bed, but ending up with both of them on the floor with their papers scrawled all over.
“Don’t mix your shit up with mine,” Aizawa mumbled, pushing away some papers.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hizashi sighed. “This is horrible.”
Aizawa silently agreed. Some of the answers were so wrong they made him want to quit his job.
“Can I please put on some music?” Hizashi cried, “I’m gonna go crazy if I have to go through another second of silence.”
“Fine, but don’t play it too loud,” Aizawa muttered, “and nothing weird.”
“Shouta, I know you like my taste in music,” Hizashi shot back, wagging his finger.
Aizawa felt his cheeks grow warm, “shut up, I just…” I just like to hear you sing along.
Hizashi gave him a huge blinding smile and quickly connected his phone to a tiny cube-shaped speaker that he brought out. The volume was low enough so that people in the other dorms wouldn’t be bothered by it, but loud enough to be heard from outside the door.
The playlist Hizashi had put on, though, was a mess. It started out with jazz, then a couple soft japanese ballads, then rock, then pop.
It didn’t bother Aizawa, but the drastic changes in genres was a bit jarring. Hizashi was already bolting out the lyrics to each song, although he’d tried to just hum along at first. But it was practically impossible for Hizashi not to sing along to his songs.
And he had the voice for it, so whatever, Aizawa didn't mind it one bit. He quite liked his husband’s voice.
A song in english started playing and Hizashi let out a tiny gasp, “oh my god I love this song.”
“You say that about every song, ever,” Aizawa mumbled, writing down a grade with red pen, “I hadn’t heard this one before, is it new?”
“Yeah!” Hizashi stood up and offered Aizawa a hand, “dance with me, Shouta!”
“Absolutely not,” Aizawa replied without missing a beat.
“Oh come on!” Hizashi pouted. He sang along happily while reaching for Aizawa’s hand, snatching him up from the comfortable ground.
“Okay, fine, fine, let me put down this damn paper first,” Aizawa grumbled, allowing himself to be pulled into Hizashi’s embrace.
“That’s the spirit!”
Aizawa couldn’t really say no to Hizashi’s smile.
It was a pop song, which Aizawa had absolutely no idea how to dance to (not like he knew how to dance for any genre, really) but he just followed Hizashi’s lead, letting the blond twirl him and hold him.
It was messy and uncoordinated, but Aizawa found himself smiling halfway through, laughing whenever he stumbled over his own feet. Hizashi was grinning fondly at him, singing softly now, as if dedicating the song to Aizawa only.
“You’re an idiot,” Aizawa laughed, letting himself be spun once more.
“I love you too,” Hizashi kissed his cheek.
Aizawa turned quickly to catch Hizashi’s lips with his own, both of them smiling stupidly against each other.
The song reached its end and the two ended up on the bed, laughing like giddy teenagers.
“Stupid…” Aizawa mumbled, resting his head in the crook of Hizashi’s neck, the long blond hair tickling his face. He in turn rubbed his stubble against the soft skin of Hizashi’s neck, earning him a slap to the arm.
“Hey!”
Aizawa chuckled. They stayed like that for a while, energy dying down as they listened to a gentle love song. Aizawa would’ve stayed like that forever, until falling asleep, but they both still had work to do.
He pushed himself up with a low groan, already missing the warmth of Hizashi’s body, “Mhmm… Essays to grade…”
Hizashi sighed, equally unexcited to continue working, “Do we have to?”
“Yes, we do, dumbass.” Aizawa got off Hizashi and stood up, stretching.
“Ugh,” Hizashi rubbed his eyes, pushing up his glasses and leaving them crooked.
Aizawa gingerly corrected them and brushed some of Hizashi’s long hair behind his ear.
“Thanks,” Hizashi smiled, leaning in.
“SENSEI!”
Aizawa and Hizashi didn’t have time to jump apart before the door was thrown open.
“I GOt it…” Mina trailed off as she realized the two’s close proximity.
Aizawa leaned back and gave her his worst glare, “Ever heard of knocking, Ashido?”
“Ah- I’m- sorry-” She stuttered, quickly backing away and out of the room.
“What is it that brought you to so rudely throw open my door?” He asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He heard Hizashi trying to laugh quietly to himself and he kicked the other’s shin to shut him up.
“We just… Figured out that… You were getting the gifts from Mic…”
“Who else is out there?” Aizawa frowned.
Half the class poked their heads in sheepishly.
Aizawa sighed, deciding to get straight to the point, “Yes, the gifts are from Mic. All of the things you’ve seen me with.”
Hizashi grinned, “they’re cute, right!”
He got another kick to the shin.
“Sensei…” Midoriya asked, fiddling with his notebook, “are you two…” He seemed to regret starting that sentence, “I mean- actually, nevermind- I’m sorry we bothered you-”
Aizawa glanced at Hizashi, who subtly signed a quick “can we tell them?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Aizawa signed back sharply, “Our relationship is secret, remember?”
“But the staff here at UA know!” Hizashi signed hurriedly, and Aizawa almost missed some of the words. Hizashi’s pout grew, “The students should know too! At least yours!”
Aizawa glanced back to the students and the mumbling Midoriya, “If you have any questions, just spit them out already.”
The group grew flustered and no one spoke up.
“Are you and Mic-Sensei… Dating?” Todoroki asked quietly. Aizawa hadn’t even noticed him until then.
“No,” Aizawa said, and Midoriya looked as if he’d just been told santa wasn’t real, “We’re married.”
There was a split moment of silence before the kids started gasping and crying and yelling.
He waved them off with a groan, “Please, be quiet.”
“How long have you been married?” Uraraka asked
“Five years- But it’ll be six tomorrow.” Hizashi piped up.
“What?!” Everyone screamed.
“We give each other gifts throughout the week to celebrate our anniversary,” Hizashi smiled sweetly and Aizawa rolled his eyes, trying to appear annoyed, but he couldn’t help a small smile of his own.
“That’s so sweet!” Mina cried.
Hizashi’s smile widened and he turned to Aizawa, wrapping his arms around him and making obnoxious kissing sounds, “We’re adorable, aren’t we?”
“Get off you freakin’ idiot,” Aizawa grumbled, his face warm. The crooning of the children didn’t help his case.
“Well listeners, Shouta and I still have to finish grading your papers, and you all have to go to bed. So,” He let Aizawa go and ushered out the kids, “go rest.”
They all obliged and dispersed, murmuring to each other vividly as they walked away.
“They’re a nice group of kids,” Hizashi chuckled, “I see now why you like them so much. They’re very endearing.”
Aizawa smirked, “They’re a tough group. They’ll become amazing heroes.”
“Ohh, you’re such a proud dad!” Hizashi beamed, closing the door to the room and wrapping his arms around Aizawa once again.
“Oh, shut up,” Aizawa scoffed.
“Make me,” Hizashi smiled coyly.
Aizawa considered it, “Maybe after you finish grading.”
“Nooo! I didn’t get my kiss before! I want one now!” Hizashi pouted.
“No. No kisses for you until you finish your work.”
“You’re an evil, evil, man!”
Aizawa pressed a quick kiss to Hizashi’s cheek, “Yes I am. Now get to work.”
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