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Aizawa sat in the hospital room, arms crossed. He sighed, annoyed by having to wait so long. His black attire looked odd in the white room, his dry, tired eyes and untamed hair making him look out of place. He tapped his foot against the tile floor.
"Hey, there," A doctor said entering the room, a file full of papers in hand. Aizawa stayed silent, however the doctor didn't seem to care much. "I'm Dr. Shukuki, and your Mr. Aizawa, I presume?" He nodded as he watched the doctor made her way over to the counter, placing the file into the surface and taking the papers out, organizing them into groups. "So what brings you to Azuki Hospital, Mr. Aizawa?"
"The Hero's program," Aizawa responded, voice gruff.
Dr. Shukuki stopped, her hands slowly setting the papers down into the counter. She eyed him suspisiously, obviously taken back by his scruffy apperence. "Is that so? Well, I'll need to see your licence to confirm."
Aizawa complied, shifting in his chair to pulling out his hero licence from his pocket. When in hand, he turned it to face the doctor. She leaned forward, investigating every inch of the card with her eyes. When satisfied, she turned back to her papers, continuing to sort them. "Eraserhead, huh?" She smiled. "Never heard of that Pro before."
"Good." Aizawa said, slipping his licence back into his pocket. She shot him an odd look, a face mixed with confusion and suspision. Aizawa had to suppress a dark chuckle, remembering how the people at the front desk genuinely didn't believe that he was a Pro, even after showing them his licence.
Dr. Shukuki grabbed the papers, stapling them together with the stapler on the counter. "Well, I'm sure you can understand my suspicion. We've had a major surge of addicts and dealers coming in with fake license pretending to be a Pro. It's been getting fairly easy to believe so many hero's would come in too, with the new law and all."
Aizawa grunted in agreement, remembering the conversation he had with Recovery Girl.
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"You always end up getting hurt," she said, her tone threatening.
Aizawa lay on the ground beside a cross legged Hizashi. He turned to the most logical person to take care for him, showing up at Mic's doorstep at 3 am, bleeding out from a villain with a blade quirk, thus getting dragged to Recovery Girl to have his wounds healed. "What do you expect?" Aizawa asked, sitting up. He slipped on the extra shirt Hizashi brought for him.
"Well, I want to say for you not to show up at my doorstep at 2 in the morning with another wound, but I know that won't happen soon."
Hizashi laughed. Aizawa shot him a threatening glare. "She's right, though, Sho-Chan," He said.
"But seriously. Aizawa. You have to find another doctor besides myself. You as well, Yamada," She said, her tone changing serious. Hizashi turned, waiting for Recovery Girl to continue. "It hasn't happened yet, but the government is setting a new law in place that all Pro's need to have a hospital provider for themself."
"Why? That's completely illogical," Aizawa said. "I already have medical support."
"Yeah. You." Hizashi finished, pointing at Recovery Girl.
"And when I'm not here? When I'm on a mission of my own? Whose doorstep will you be taken to do you can be healed up, hm?" Aizawa and Hizashi both looked away. She sighed. "We've had so many great hero's become critically injured just because they had the same thoughts as you too, and most of them ended up dead. "
The room became silent. The boys eyes downcast, both knowing that the woman was right.
"Don't worry, yo!" Mic said suddenly, wrapping his arm around Aizawa, attempting to lighten the mood. "We'll get it done! Isn't that right, Sho?" Aizawa grunted in agreement.
"Good," Recovery Girl said. "Now get out of my house, you two."
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"Now, here you are, Mr. Aizawa," Dr. Shukuki said, handing him two small piles of paperwork. Aizawa grabbed them from her, flipping through the pages. "The first pile is basic information, your age, name, address phone number, ecetera. The second is just terms and conditions." She explained, offering a pen. Aizawa took it from her, starting to fill out his responses.
Like she had said, the first piles of papers were basic information. Aizawa filled in his responses quietly and swiftly, the only sound in the room from the scratching of the pen against the paper on his leg and the tapping of Dr. Shukuki's laptop, completing her own work as she waited for Aizawa. He was writing non-stop, questions being answered quickly, until he got to the bottom of the page.
"Who is your emergency contact? _________________________"
"Is this question nessacary?" Aizawa asked, breaking the silence.
The doctor looked at him, stopping her typing. "Which one?"
"The emergency contact."
"Oh, yes." She responded. "That's actually one of the most important questions." She then went back to typing as Aizawa looked back at the form.
He stared down at the question. Of course he knew who he'll put down for it. It would only be logical.
He brought his pen down to the paper, stopping before the ink met the page. Would he care? Aizawa was sure he wouldn't. They had been best friends for eight years, and have been through hell and back, but there is still a possibility that he wouldn't like it.
However... it's not like the emergency contact will be used. Eraserhead's been an official underground Pro Hero for five years now; he isn't new to the hero scene. He knows how to take care for himself. He knows how to take a bullet would out from his body, he knows how to stitch himself up, he knows how to properly clean a wound. Aizawa Shouta knows how to give himself medical attention. Aizawa Shouta isn't a child.
So it's not like he has to tell him, right?
Aizawa wrote the name down and his number. A "Yamada Hizashi" stared back at him on the page. He looked at the name for another couple seconds before continuing on.
The rest of the forms went by quick, most of it being just Terms and Conditions. He left the hospital, handing the paper to Dr. Shukui the paperwork wordlessly.
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Aizawa ran across the rooftop, his hot breath bouncing off of his scarf and back being his only source of warmth. He chased after the villain in front of him, the man having gained the upper hand in speed a bit ago due to his quirk.
He watched the mans movement's, watching, waiting, for an opportunity to use his own quirk, one moment that the man wouldn't be able to bounce back from. He readied his capture scarf.
Aizawa continued on, his speed quickly catching up to the mans. Aizawa could see his movements continue to get more panicked. Trying to use his unease to his advantage, Eraser shot his capture scarf towards the man. However, the man filled with paranoia, looked back to check Aizawa's speed. Seeing the scarf, he disappeared. Aizawa spun on his heel, predicting where he would show up next. Like he thought, the man appeared a couple of feet in front of him.
God, he hates teleportation quirks.
Continuing the chase, the crunching of the snow underneath their feet and the mans heavy breathing being the only noise. He ignored the rattle in his utility belt from his pocket, alerting a new message and then some. He continued to analyze the villains movements.
Aizawa could tell multiple things from him. Firstly, his quirk isn't strong. He guessed that he can only teleport a couple of feet in front of him before needing to take a break. Secondly, the man is an amateur. He's majorly inexperienced, making sense why Aizawa found him simply robbing a store. He doesn't make plans; he finds an opening and he takes it. He's also letting fear take over his mind. The rest of being caught, the fear of losing. Panic is polluting his mind, and it's the thing that'll make him get caught.
Soon, their rooftop chase came to an end when the man jumped off a small building and fell in a small alleyway. He tumbled when he fell, struggling to get up to continue the chase, Aizawa landing perfectly.
He gained speed on the man again, now able to hear his heavy breathing. Aizawa got ready to us his quirk, knowing that the man will mess up soon.
The alley was dark and grim, barely able to see most things. Shadows cast upon corners and cracks, making them see invisible compared to the small places where lights shined through. Aizawa learned long ago how to avoid the walls and uneven pavement. You need to when your an Underground Hero. The man, however, obviously didn't.
Aizawa watched as the villain tripped over the uneven pavement, hitting his head hard against the concrete, and dropping something metal out of his pocket. Aizawa watched as he tried to get up, obviously thrown off by the fall. Quickly, he erased his quirk, sending his binding cloth towards him. Aizawa smiled darkly as genuine fear took over the villian, his eyes wide and breath hitched. The cloth wrapped tightly around the man, the villain now thrashing around to get out. Aizawa pulled the man towards him, grabbing his quirk erasing hand cuffs from his utility belt. He unwrapped the villian, pushing him into the snow. His scarf returned to him, Aizawa bent down, getting ready to handcuff him.
Even though Aizawa's eyes burned, he was always good with his senses. It's what he leaned on when he's in the middle of a fight and he can't use his eye drops. His senses are something that he trained to be better because he had to do better. So when he could hear the faint noise of something being picked up, he jumped to the side. He silently thanked himself for training himself so hard; if he didn't a knife would have been stuck in the back of his head.
The knife didn't have anyone holding onto it, the metal being controlled by someone else. The knife charged towards him again, aiming for his vitals. Aizawa again dodged, moving away from the villain as he tried to stay safe. His eyes traveled around in the alley, looking in every corner and dark shadow. Where was the other person? Did they follow them? It was unlikely, both of the men going at high speeds. Soon though, the villain caught Aizawa's eye. It wasn't the fact that he was getting up, it was the fact that his hand was moving back and fourth. Then it hit him.
Two quirks. The fucker has two quriks.
Aizawa continued to dodge as the man stood up, the knife then returning to his hand. Aizawa charged to him in attempt to tackle him back down. As he ran towards him, he attempted to erase his quirk again, however the man was one step ahead.
He teleported behind him, fear and bloodlust in his eyes. He lifted his knife, aiming for Eraser's neck. Aizawa lifted his arms, blocking the mans arms with his own, his knife attack failing. The man pulled away, getting ready for his next attack. Aizawa got ready to block, the corners of his eyes blurry and stinging. The man was smart about his next attack.
The villain reached to punch Aizawa across the face. Eraser blocked with one arm, his fist meeting Aizawa's jump suit. His other hand grabbed the mans wrist, twisting it backwards. The villain grunted in pain, however took his opportunity. While Aizawa was distracted by blocking and stopping his punch, the villain brought his knife down to his blurry vision.
He then stabbed him.
Aizawa hissed in pain, splitting blood as the knife pierced his skin. Tears stung his eyes, vision worse. Pain split through his body, only worsening as he pulled the knife out of his stomach.
Aizawa grabbed the villains wrist, twisting his hand. The man cried out in pain, dropping the knife at Aizawa's strength. Eraser kicked the man down, making him fall to the ground. He then gave him one last kick to the face, knocking him unconscious. Blood covered his mouth, oozing down his chin, Aizawa watched as he fell to the snow.
Aizawa stumbled backwards, pushing his arms against his wounds to stop the blood. His body stung at the contact, pain washing through his body. He fell backwards, body leaning against the alleyways dirty walls.
His breath was uneven and painful, black sleeves becoming darker as he continued to push against the wound. Removing one arm, he brought his bloody hand to the wall. Aizawa stumbled forward, limping as he tried to not tumble over his own feet. His eyes stung, blurry with tears. He blinked, refusing for the water to drop down. Aizawa listened to the crunch of the snow underneath his heavy legs, the sound becoming soothing.
Heavy. His legs are so heavy. His eyelids were to heavy. His head was to heavy. His entire body was heavy, way to heavy.
Aizawa fought against himself, wanting so desperately to not give into the pain. Trying so hard to not give into the heaviness. Trying so hard to not give into the fog and tiredness that clouded his mind.
But it was to much. To much. Moving his limbs were a hassle, staying awake was a chore. Fighting was taking to much from him. His body was begging him, pleading to just drop, to fall into the snow. Aizawa continued to fight, but it ended up to be to much.
He dropped to the ground, his mind finally giving into his body's protest. The snow crunched under his weight, being painted red with his blood. Aizawa turned his head, cheek cold from the snow. Aizawa blinked his eyes, trying his best to not let them close. His mind was in a dark haze, his thoughts scrambled. His body screamed to let himself let go, to let himself give in, however Aizawa kept fighting.
He clung onto the numbness of his body and the wetness that pushed against his open wound. He clung onto the feeling of fear, and the immense waves of pain that washed over him. He clung onto the feeling of wanting someone besides him, someone who would wrap their arms around him. He clung onto the feeling of warmth and wanting. He clung onto the thought of Hizashi.
Oh, God, Hizashi.
Who'll tell him to sleep, or to remind him of the simple things, like eating? Who'll stay awake, listening to his late night chats, or his illogical rants? Who'll be there to to wash the hair gel out of his blonde hair once he crashed at Aizawa's apartment, too tired to go to his own? Who'll be there to hold him, and tell him "it'll be okay" once all of the emotions he's unhealthy kept in boiled out.
Who'll Aizawa have once he's gone?
Who'll make Aizawa feel whole? Who'll make him feel happy and warm? Who'll wrap him with love and kindness when he's feeling down? Who'll be there for Aizawa even when he's not there for himself?
That's when it hit him. The gravity of the situation came down and made him realize the hard truth.
No one. No one will be there for him anymore. Aizawa Shouta will die in a snowy alley way, cold and bloody and alone. And there is nothing he can do about it.
Aizawa let his eyes close.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered as the world went quiet.