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It was the start of summer vacation, which meant that the teachers were going to celebrate. They gathered in a bar in the city where it was full of people celebrating something. It became popular especially amongst the heroes, for the hero discount they gave, so many went there when they could.
“CHEERS TO SUMMER VACATIONNNNNN!!” shouted Present Mic, who held up his beer in the air in one hand, and a shot of tequila in another.
“Cheers!” the U.A. staff shouted as they clashed their glasses full of beer and booze against each other.
It’s been a while since Shouta Aizawa had a summer vacation because they just came out of a war two years ago. His students of 1-A graduated and became exceptional pro-heroes so now, he was back to square one with training rookie heroes that were in their first year.
“SHOUTAAAAAAA!” Present Mic shouted as he put his arm around Aizawa, causing Aizawa to groan into his glass filled with beer. Mic clashed his glass with Aizawa, spilling some of their beer, then began to chug half the glass down. “AAAHHH! COME ON SHO DRINK UP! STOP BABYSITTING YOUR DRINK!”
If Mic was loud sober, image how loud he was drunk.
Aizawa rolled his eyes as his best friend screamed into his ear. “Shut up,” he told him. “And I’m not babysitting. I’m not trying to end up like you.”
“Oh, come on! We haven’t had a drink in a while! Lighten up!” Mic shouted at him.
Aizawa ignored him and began to drink his beer. “There, happy?”
“Not until we black out!” Mic shouted, “YEAAHHH!!”
“YAMADA!” the friends heard one of their coworkers call them, “The owner said he’ll let you DJ!”
“HELL YEAH! NOW THE PARTY HAS STARTED!!” Mic shouted, causing Aizawa to wince. And cover his ears. “Drink up, Sho! We are gonna get you on that dance floor TONIGHT!!!”
“No, you’re not!” Aizawa shouted back.
“You’ll see, Sho! Teachers! To the DANCE FLOOR!” Mic shouted as he got up from his seat and rushes towards the DJ booth. The rest of the U.A. teachers followed, leaving Aizawa alone with his drink.
Aizawa sighed, but he knew most of the teachers besides Mic, were really looking forward to this night. It was a while since they were able to let go and not worry so much since what happened two years before. They took advantage of the night.
“Great, now I have to hear Hizashi scream every five minutes between the songs,” Aizawa said into his glass, then began to chug more beer.
“ERASER!” Aizawa heard someone shout from behind him, causing him to wince again.
He turned around and saw a seafoam green hair woman who was waving at him once they made eye contact. He quickly turned away and drank more beer, knowing she was going to come to him. He felt a tap on his shoulder, in which he did not turn around.
“Oh, don’t be like that, Eraser!” shouted the woman.
Aizawa groaned and looked to see the seafoam green haired woman standing beside his seat. It was Emi Fukakado, AKA, Ms. Joke: The Smile Hero. “Joke, why are you here?” he asked.
“I’m getting a drink of course! With my coworkers! What? I can’t come here cause U.A teachers are here? You guys don’t own the place,” she laughed.
“Why here of all places?” He asked, causing her to put her hands on her hips.
“Because it’s popular! DUH!” she laughed. “You know you’re glad to see me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said as he took another sip of his drink, not denying it. “What are you wearing?”
“Huh?” Emi said looking down at her outfit and spined around in a circle, “you don’t like it?”
She wore a strapless black corset top that accentuated her chest and a pair of tight, ripped jeans, followed by black stilettos. Her hair was up in a ponytail, leaving her bangs and some hair on the sides to frame her face, and wore a light layer of makeup, since she did not really need any. She looked hot.
“No,” he said into his cup again then taking a sip of his beer. “Looks like you are trying to grab someone’s attention.”
“Yeah, your right!” she said, poking his cheek. “I’m trying to grab your attention, Eraser!”
Aizawa rolled his eyes at her comment, then heard a voice coming from behind the two pro-hero teachers.
“Fukakado-senpai!” a man called out. The man walked up to where Aizawa and Emi were and put his hand on Emi’s shoulder, causing Aizawa to raise a brow.
“Oh, Aikawa-san,” Emi said as she turned to face the man who was tall with bright blue hair and tanned skin.
“We have a table and are getting drinks,” the man smiled at her. He then looked at Aizawa, who was looking at him with slight furrowed brow, causing his eyes to light up. “You’re Eraserhead! Oh wow! Fukakado-senpai has told me all about you!”
“Shouta Aizawa. And you are?” Aizawa asked, before putting his hand out to shake the man’s hand.
“Mizu Aikawa!” the man said as he shook Aizawa’s hand in excitement. “I’m coworkers with Fukakado-senpai! And we went to Ketsubutsu together, though she was a third year by the time I went in as a first year.”
“I see,” Aizawa said, pulling his hand from the handshake. ‘This guy’s surname is almost like mine. Of course, Joke would do something like that,’ he then thought.
“We trained a lot together back then,” Emi told Aizawa, “Ketsubutsu had us train first years sometimes and I always with his class. We got along cause we’re from the south, though he’s from Okinawa.”
“So, you’re a pro-hero as well?” Aizawa asked. “I’ve never heard of you.”
“That’s because I’ve been in America since graduation and just came back actually. My pro-hero name is Aquawhip! I can manipulate water into whips!” the man said, “It’s not a cool name like yours! How did you get it?”
‘This guy asks too many damn questions,’ Aizawa thought, in annoyance. He pointed towards the direction of the DJ booth at the other end of the room, where Present Mic had one hand in the air and dancing to the beat of the music. “He gave it to me.”
Aikawa looked back to face Mic, then turned his head back quickly, “Present Mic! WOW! I’m so jealous right now!”
“Don’t be,” Aizawa told the man as he finished sipping more beer.
“I can’t believe you know some of the coolest heroes, Fukakado-senpai!” the man now turned to Emi. “You have the coolest friends!”
“We aren’t friends,” Aizawa told him, causing Emi to immediately laugh off the comment.
“HA! Eraser and his jokes,” Emi laughed nervously. “He’s just SUPER grumpy all the time! He acts like he hates people but deep down he doesn’t!”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Aizawa said, looking up at Emi, sounding kind of annoyed.
“Ah! Yes! We do!” said Aikawa, “Fukakado-senpai! We don’t want to keep everyone waiting!”
“I’ll be there in a second! Go on without me!” Emi told him.
The man nodded, then left to where Ketsubutsu Academy teachers were, leaving the two pro-heroes alone.
“You were so rude to him,” Emi told him as she pouted. “Are you drunk already?
“No,” Aizawa responded. “And in what way?”
Emi sucked her teeth and shook her head. “You know what? Forget it. Enjoy your night, Shouta.” Emi turned on her heel and walked away towards her coworkers. However, she acted like she was not frustrated and instead, put a huge smile on her face as she walked.
Aizawa on the other hand, rolled his eyes and finished the last drop of beer left in his glass. “Shit, already?” He got up from his seat and walked over to the busy bar and asked for two classes of beer for just himself, since he did not want to get up again. As he ordered, he heard a familiar laugh through the music, since the person it came from was good at that. He looked into the direction of the laugh and saw Emi hitting the shoulder of Aikawa, which caused Aizawa’s eye to twitch.
‘Is he even that funny?’ he thought to himself. ‘Probably not. She laughs at everything.’
His eyes traveled up from Emi’s head, down to her feet, admiring the way she looked. The outfit she wore showed off every curve she has, and anyone would be blind if they thought she did not look good.
‘Damn, she looks-’ Aizawa thought before he heard the bartender call him.
“Two beers, sir!” the bartender shouted over the music.
Aizawa quickly faced the bartender, trying to make it seem as if he wasn’t just eyeing Emi, and nodded. “Thank you, put it on my tab. Last name Aizawa.”
“You’re welcome! And will do!” the bartender responded before walking away to serve another customer.
Aizawa grabbed both drinks and walked over to where the U.A. teachers were to sit. He made his way and sat down at the table, still alone, and began to chug one of the two beers.
Forty minutes passed, and he couldn’t help but eye the table full of Ketsubutsu Academy teachers to watch Emi and Aikawa be friendly towards each other. She laughed constantly at anything he said, and clashed already two shots with him, causing Aizawa to become irritated.
He needed more beers.
He went back to the bar, ordered two more beers, then went back to his seat to drink some more.
“Woah there! You might want to slow down on those beers,” said a familiar voice. “You don’t want to get drunk too quick, Aizawa-kun.”
“All Might, what are you doing here?” Aizawa asked coldly. “I thought you don’t drink. That’s what we came here to do.”
“Yamada-kun invited me,” All Might said as he took a seat across from Aizawa, “I thought might as well come for a little.”
“Well, there’s nothing much here. It probably is better to stay home,” Aizawa said before he continued to drink his beer. “Just a bunch of teachers drinking away their problems.”
“That sounds personal,” All Might laughed. “Something bothering you, Aizawa-kun?”
“Nope,” Aizawa took a sip again, “I’m all good.”
“That sounded like a lie, Aizawa-kun,” All Might said to him.
“Well, it’s not,” Aizawa glared at him, “I think you should not try and be my therapist at a bar, All Might.”
“Not trying to be a therapist, Aizawa-kun,” All Might laughed nervously, “just don’t want you to get drunk this early in the night.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Aizawa said, already now finishing the first glass of beer he had.
All Might nervously grinned and began to look around the room. He noticed a familiar face, causing him to smile, “Hey, Aizawa-kun? Is that the Ketsubutsu Academy teacher from the joint training a few weeks ago. Ms. Joke, was it?”
“Yup, that’s her,” Aizawa said, starting his second glass, “she’s here with the Ketsubutsu Academy teachers.”
“Ah! I see! I guess teachers really needed to let lose since school is out,” he laughed. “Who is the guy next to her? He looks friendly towards her. Is that her boyfriend.”
“Some teacher from Ketsubutsu. Met him a before you got here. They’ve known each other since they went to Ketsubutsu Academy,” Aizawa said as he put down his drink.
“Ah! I see! That’s why!” All Might said. “He’s a handsome fellow! I wouldn’t doubt Emi would like him!”
Aizawa’s eye twitched at All Might’s comment, “you want to go over there and let them know that? Cause it seems like you’re interested in their personal lives.”
All Might felt himself sweat at Aizawa’s response, causing him to nervously laugh again, “I was just wondering, that’s all!”
“Oh my GOD! It’s All Might!” the two pro-heroes heard a group of women shout from another table.
“Maybe you should go and say hi to your fans, All Might,” Aizawa said into his cup, before taking another sip.
“Yeah,” All Might nervously laughed, “I’ll go do that.” All Might got up from his seat and walked away to meet his fans, leaving Aizawa alone again.
He finished his last glass of beer, already feeling the effects of the liquor, but still got up to get more. He got himself two more beers before making his way back to his table.
“I should have stood home,” he told himself as he took his seat.
He heard a group laugh, causing him to turn to face them and saw the Ketsubutsu teachers laughing again at something Aikawa said, which included Emi of course.
He shook his head and continued to drink, trying to forget that Emi was there and trying to tune out his best friend, who was shouting in the Mic to get everyone to dance.
“IF YOU’RE A TEACHER READY FOR SUMMER VACATION, SAY YEAH!!!!!” Mic screamed into the Mic, causing some of the people at the venue to shout. “HELL YEAH!!! I WANT TO SEE MORE PEOPLE ON THE DANCE FLOOR!! LET’S GO!!” Mic began to scratch the records, now playing a more danceable, upbeat song, causing the crowd to go wild.
“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving,” Aizawa said. He chugged both glasses of beer before he got up and made his way to the bar to close his tab. He stumbled a bit and but didn’t completely lose his balance as he did. When he finally made his way to the bar, he asked the bartender for his bill, in which the bartender nodded and walked away to grab it.
Aizawa could not help but look back at the direction of where Ketsubutsu Academy teachers say. He scanned the table, realizing two people were missing. Emi and Aikawa. He felt his head look around the venue, trying to find the two, then spotted them on the dance floor. Dancing together.
She was smiling widely as she danced, and so did Aikawa, making Aizawa mad now. “Fucking asshole,” he cursed.
“Sir, your card,” the bartender said as he handed Aizawa a pen to sign his receipt. Aizawa took the pen from the bartender, sighed the receipt sloppily, then took his card.
He made his way toward the dance floor and groaned anytime someone bumped into him as he tried to get to the person that made him angry. Emi. When he caught an eye on her seafoam green hair, he saw that Aikawa had reached for Emi’s hand and pulled her closer to him, grabbing her waist now, making Aizawa’s blood boil. He now was shoving people and finally made his way to Emi and Aikawa.
He was furious.
He grabbed Aikawa’s hand and pushed it off Emi’s waist, then grabbed her forearm and pulled her towards himself, causing Emi to almost trip on her heel, but was caught by Aizawa.
Emi was confused as to who grabbed her and looked up to Aizawa, who looked grumpier than usual.
“S-Sho-Eraser!” Emi gasped, “what is going on!?”
“Keep your hands off her,” Aizawa sneered at Aikawa, who didn’t look super shocked and instead, glared back at Aizawa.
“Eraser! What the hell!” Emi shouted at him, but he ignored her.
“We were just dancing,” Aikawa told him over the music, “I don’t see the issue. You two aren’t friends, right? I remember you saying that.”
“Aikawa-san, he’s just probably drunk, that’s all!” Emi laughed nervously. “I’ll just take him back to his-”
“She’s not my friend,” Aizawa cut her off, “she’s my girlfriend!”
Both Aikawa and Emi were in shock. But he wasn’t wrong.
They actually been together for a few months now, but Aizawa thought it would be best if they didn’t let anyone know, since he did not want anyone in their business. When they were around people, they were to not act as a couple. That was their agreement. Until now that is.
“Girlfriend?” Aikawa looked at Aizawa as if he was crazy. “Senpai, is this true?” he now looked at Emi, who was breaking a sweat.
“Well-I-Um.. You see! It’s complicated actually,” she started to say nervouslt before she was cut off by Aizawa again.
“It’s true,” Aizawa growled, “She doesn’t need to explain anything to you.” Aizawa then grabbed Emi’s hand with his own and glared at Aikawa. “Now if you excuse us, she’s coming with me.” Aizawa pulled Emi as he made his way to leave the dance floor, catching the eyes of some of his coworkers, who stopped dancing and stood on the dance floor confused to why Aizawa just did what he did.
“Shouta, what the fuck!” Emi yelled at him, stumbling a bit. Her feet were already hurting from the shoes she wore but being dragged across the dance floor by Aizawa made it worse. Once away from most of the crowd on the dance floor, she pulled away from Aizawa, making him lose his grip on her. He turned to face a very angry Emi, who was red in frustration. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Are you drunk!?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said getting closer to her, “that asshole isn’t going to touch my girlfriend inappropriately.”
“We were just dancing!”
“You were just dancing; he was trying to make a move on you!”
“And who’s fault is that, Shouta!?” she shouted at him.
She didn’t want to keep their relationship a secret, but she agreed to it anyways. She knew how much he hated the media, especially after what he been through with his class and U.A. and they did not want their relationship to be published on the tabloids.
“You’re right, it is my fault,” he told her, “But that’s going to change now.”
He grabbed her by her hand again and pulled her towards the table full of her coworkers. When they stopped in front of the table, all her coworkers looked at the two in confusion.
“I’m Shouta Aizawa and I am Emi’s boyfriend,” he told them, causing many of the teachers to gasp and Emi’s face to turn bright pink. Aizawa bowed, then shot up to face the Ketsubutsu staff again, “I’ll be taking her now. But please watch over her. Especially from that water whip guy.”
“S-Shouta!” Emi stuttered. “I’m sorry, everyone, he’s just had a little too much to drink-.”
“Does anyone have her purse?” Aizawa asked them.
“Uh yeah,” stumbled one of the coworkers, who turned to grab Emi’s clutch from an empty seat, then handed it to Aizawa.
“Thank you,” he said grabbing the clutch with his free hand, “Enjoy the rest of your night. Will you excuse us.” He bowed again, in which Emi’s coworkers bowed their heads nervously.
Emi’s face was still bright pink, and she stuttered to say farewell to her coworkers. “I-Uh-! Sorry! Have a great vacation, everyone!” she managed to say before she was pulled by Aizawa.
They made their way through the crowds of people and finally found the exit. As they made their way outside, they walked a few blocks away from the bar into a not so busy street before Emi finally pulled her hand away from his grip.
“Shouta, stop!” Emi shouted at him, “are you crazy!? You’re definitely too drunk to even function!”
Aizawa turned to face her now. “Yeah, I guess I am crazy, Emi,” he told her.
Emi sighed loudly and pinched her nose, stressed from the moment. “Do you realize what you just did?”
“Probably not,” he told her. He was serious about that. When he drank a lot, he seemed pretty functional but after, he would not remember much the next day. “But that doesn’t matter. I got you away from that guy.”
Emi’s shoulders dropped in defeat, since she could sometimes struggle with knowing how drunk or not he was.
She then winced at the pain of her feet now that they stopped, since she then forgot about it with everything that happened a few minutes ago. “Crap,” she groaned, causing Aizawa look at her now in worry.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she told him as she bent down and took one of her shoes off to rub her feet, “my feet are just a little sore from the shoes. They aren’t broken into yet.”
“We should get you home,” he told her, and he went to her side so that she can lean on him while standing on one foot now.
“Don’t you have to go back home to Eri?” she said as she put the shoe back on, then took the other shoe off to rub her other foot.
“She’s at a sleepover with her classmate,” he told her.
“Oh good. She’s making friends,” Emi smiled up at him while rubbing her foot. She put her shoe back on and stood up, then took her clutch from Aizawa, who was still holding it.
He watched her as she snatched the clutch away from him and pulled out her cell phone. She unlocked it, then found the app she was looking for before she looked around to find out where they were.
“What are you doing?” he asked her.
“Getting a cab,” she told him. “There we go. Should be here in five minutes.”
“What about your feet? Can you stay up?” he asked her. “Do you want me to carry you?”
Emi laughed and shook her head. “No, you don’t need to carry me. I’ll manage,” she smiled slightly at him, “besides, I can’t tell if you are super drunk or just super jealous. So, I’m not trying to have you drop me if you lose your balance.”
“I’m fine,” he told her, “And I’m not jealous.”
“Ha! Really, Shouta!? Cause you seemed jealous enough to let everyone know we are dating just to keep a guy away from me!” she laughed sarcastically.
“I’m not jealous,” he said as he lifted his hand up to grab her chin, “I just wanted to make sure he knew that you’re mine.”
Emi’s face became flustered at him comment. “S-Shouta!” she gasped, “We’re in public.”
“So what?” his voice turned husky now as he brought his face closer to Emi. “And I do like your outfit. You look sexy in it.”
Emi felt her face burn up now, “T-then why did you tell me you didn’t like it, asshole.”
He smirked at her then tilted her head upwards a bit, so that their lips were just centimeters apart. “Because I didn’t want anyone to gawk at what’s mine. I should be the only one doing that.” He closed the gap between their lips, bringing Emi into a passionate yet drunken kiss. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue, but that didn’t bother her, and let out a small moan as he kissed her.
Aizawa pulled away from her, causing Emi’s lips to part slightly and her eyes fluttered opened to see him smirking at her.
“You are definitely drunk, Shouta,” she told him, though her face was still flustered.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” he slightly laughed.
Emi sighed, “I knew it.”
“Come on Mr. Grumpy pants,” Emi said as she got Aizawa into her apartment. The liquor finally got to him, so he was stumbling into her apartment. “Shoes off,” she told him, trying to keep him up right. Aizawa nodded and slowly, but surely was able to take his shoes off. She tried her best to carry him through her apartment and into her bedroom, which she dropped him on the edge of the bed.
“I’m tired,” Aizawa slurred.
“I know, I know,” Emi softly laugh. “Can’t sleep with all these clothes on.”
Aizawa hummed in agreement and nodded at the same time. He took off his black denim button up, then followed by the gray shirt he had underneath. Emi took them from him and folded them up for him while he stripped down to only his boxers. She grabbed his jeans to fold as well, but still kept an eye on him to make sure he was okay. She heard him groan as he then crawled into the bed, making her giggle a little as he did. He dropped his head into the pillows and groaned of joy since he finally was comfortable.
Emi walked to the side of the bed and sat down besides Aizawa. She reached over and took the hair tie that kept his hair back, causing his raven hair to fall on his face. She pushed back some of it to see his face and smiled at how innocent he looked when he slept.
“Emi,” Aizawa groaned, though had his eyes closed.
“What is it, Shouta?” she said softly.
“Don’t leave me for another man,” he grumbled, “you’re my girlfriend.”
Emi laughed softly and nodded, “I won’t Shouta. You made me wait too long and now you’re stuck with me forever, future husband.”
“Good.” He grumbled again causing Emi to laugh softly again.
After his last response, Emi realized he was already asleep. She leaned down and kissed his forehead as he slept and brushed a few strands of hair back once more before she decided to follow him and join his slumber.
Aizawa woke up from the sunlight that shined in his face through the window of Emi’s bedroom. He groaned, since he hated that she had light curtains that allowed light through unlike his own black-out curtains, but he knew he had to deal with it. He looked to the side of him and saw that the bed was empty. He sighed heavily, still tired, but he was already up.
“Damn it,” he groaned, as he sat up. He put his hand on his forehead, wincing at the throbbing he felt. He looked around the room before he finally pulled the covers off him and slid himself to the edge of the bed. “I need to stop drinking more than I need to,” he told himself as he began to lift himself off the bed.
He walked out of the room and saw Emi dancing in an oversized t-shirt with wireless headphones in her ears while she mixed what seemed to be pancake batter. When she spined, she saw Aizawa standing there in his boxers, causing her to jump.
“Shouta! You scared me,” she told him. She put down the bowl of pancake batter that was in her hand and took her headphones off, setting them aside. “I was going to wake you up in a few minutes for breakfast.” She walked over to him and put her hand on his cheek, caressing it. “You feeling okay?”
“Head hurts a bit, but I’ll manage,” he told her. He put his hand on her hand, then kissed the palm of her hand, “sorry you had to take care of me.”
She laughed softly, then tip toed so that she can give him a quick peck on the lips. “It’s okay, Shouta. I was planning on giving you a talk about your actions after breakfast, but I won’t when you have a hangover.”
“I was really that bad, huh?”
“Do you remember anything?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
He brought his hair up to scratch his head and sighed, “not much. I remember telling that coworker of yours to fuck off but after that, I don’t remember what happened.”
Emi sighed and shook her head, “I figured. Well, now everyone knows about us. You made a big scene because you got jealous of Aikawa-san.”
“Shit,” Aizawa groaned then sigh, “sorry for embarrassing you, Emi. How can I make it up to you?”
“No need to,” she smiled at him, “I already got what I want.”
Aizawa raised a brow, “and what is that?”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, “everyone now knows you’re mine and I don’t have to hide my boyfriend anymore.” She laughed, “I’ll take that as a win.”
Aizawa sighed again, then wrapped his arms around Emi’s waist, bringing her in closer to him, “now I have to prepare for all the questions from Hizashi and him screaming in my ear for not telling him.”
Emi laughed, “I think I’m gonna hear about it too. He called me his loud buddy, so he’s definitely going to think I betrayed the friendship.”
“He’ll get over it,” Aizawa smirked. He leaned down and kissed Emi, causing her to giggle a bit into the kiss. “Do you want some help with breakfast?”
She shook her head as her arms fell from his neck, “I got it. I’ll take care of you for now, even though I shouldn’t, but I know you cannot pick up Eri with a hangover.”
Aizawa leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “thank you, Emi.”
“You better thank me, Shouta,” she winked at him. “Go brush your teeth. I’ll also make some coffee.”
Aizawa nodded, then made his way to the bathroom. Once he brushed his teeth and cleaned his face, he walked back into Emi’s room to find his jeans, so he can check his phone. When he found it, he unlocked his phone to see he had 20 missed calls from Present Mic, and at least one text message from each of his coworkers. But they weren’t the only ones who texted him. He saw that there was a group chat named “The Best Class A,” which he sighed because he knew news got out farther than the people at the bar who witnessed what happened last night.
“Shouta! The pancakes are done!” Emi shouted from the kitchen.
“Coming!” He shouted back. He scrolled through the texts on his phone as he made his way to the kitchen and sat at the small dining table Emi had there. “I think my former students found out about us,” he told her as he looked down on his phone.
“What? Already!” Emi sounded surprised as she set down two mugs of coffee on the table, “what did they say?”
Aizawa groaned as he began to read through some of the messages.
Mina Ashido: SENSEIIIIIII!!!! WE SAW THE NEWS ON TWITTER!! I KNEW YOU HAD A THING FOR MS. JOKE YOU LIAR! AGHDSFJHAJHF!!!! YES, THE SHIP HAS SAILED!
Toru Hakagure: MINA AND I ARE FANGIRLING RIGHT NOW!!! WE ARE SO HAPPY YOU FINALLY GOT WITH MS. JOKE! WE KNEW YOU TWO WOULD BE TOGETHER ALL ALONG!
Denki Kamanari: SENSEI!!! We thought you would die alone! LOL! Glad to know you’re not!
Hanta Sero: HA HA, sensei! You finally got a girlfriend! Good job! We didn’t think you had it in you!
Eijiro Kirishima: Good to see you with someone, sensei! Congrats!
Ochaco Uraraka: CONGRATS AIZAWA SENSEI!! YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST!!
Minoru Mineta: SENSEI! HOW DID YOU GET SO LUCKY TO HAVE A HOT GIRLFIREND!!!! I’M SO JEALOUS!!
Mina Ashido: Shit. I meant to leave you out this Mineta.
Minoru Mineta: YOU’RE SO CRUEL, ASHIDO!
Izuku Midoriya: Congrats, Aizawa sensei! You guys look like a great couple!
Kyoka Jirou: Congrats, Aizawa sensei! You two are hardcore!
Momo Yayorouzu: Congratulations, Aizawa sensei. I wish you and Ms. Joke nothing but happiness!
Shoto Todoroki: Congratulations on your relationship, Aizawa sensei.
Tenya Iida: EVERYONE! THIS IS INAPPRORIATE! PLEASE LEAVE SENSEI AND MS. JOKE ALONE!
Tenya Iida: By the way, congratulations, sensei.
Katsuki Bakugou: YOU FUCKING IDIOTS! I’M TRYING TO SLEEP AND YOU ARE BLOWING UP MY PHONE! I’LL FIGHT EVERYONE OF YOU WHEN I SEE YOU!
Aizawa sighed as he read the messages out loud to Emi, however she laughed so hard, her quirk almost activated, but Aizawa was ready to erase it.
“Oh, those kids! They are so sweet!” Emi laughed.
“They are lucky they’ve graduated,” Aizawa grumbled as he put his phone down on the table and grabbed his cup of black coffee. “I would have made them do extra training for that.”
Emi giggled as she put both her hands on his shoulders from behind him while he sat. She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Of course, you would. Now eat up, mister I can’t handle my liquor,” she teased causing him to groan into his mug.
“That’s not funny,” he retorted
“Yes, it is,” she laughed back as she moved to the side of him then kissed him on his lips this time. “Now eat up. You have a hangover to get rid of.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Thanks, Emi.”
“You’re welcome, Shouta. Just no drinking for a while, okay?” she laughed.
“Yeah,” he smirked, “not for a while.”