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A hero’s work is dangerous. It’s complicated and exhausting, and any hero in their right mind would do everything in their power to make their life outside of work as easy and simple as possible. So that’s exactly what Aizawa Shouta did.
He lived in a small apartment just outside of the busier streets of Musutafu. It was located halfway between UA high school and the red-light district, making his travels to his day job and patrols as easy as possible. His apartment was kept neat and basically bare, except for the required necessities like a bed (though he often slept in his sleeping bag), some kitchen appliances, and a small table with two wooden chairs. He didn’t even own a couch or dresser. His clothes were fine folded up on the floor, so why bother with an unnecessary piece of furniture? And it’s not like he ever had many guests over, so there was no need for a couch when he could sit at the table when eating or grading papers.
He kept his social life as uncomplicated as possible. Even when Aizawa was a kid, his social life was near non-existent. It was only when he got to high school that he was adopted by a group of extraverts and finally started spending time with friends, and those same extraverts were the only people he would spare his time for outside of work. Though their friend group had lost one of its members, Aizawa’s relationship with the other two were strong, even if he considered them an annoyance most of the time.
There were many things that Aizawa avoided to keep his life simple, like going out to dinner after work with the other teachers at UA or getting involved in the teen drama his students seemed to start constantly. But the biggest thing Aizawa avoided was romance. Love was a liability. It made people lose all sense and logic, and it was logic that saved as many lives as possible. Logic was what kept him from messing up, and he swore to himself not to make that mistake again after it cost him his friend. The only two people Aizawa would admit to loving is Hizashi and Nemuri, but they were both heroes as well. They risked their lives just as he did, and they understand the types of hard decisions heroes sometimes had to make.
So, Aizawa detached himself from those around him. He was now twenty-nine years old, and he found that one could live quite comfortably with romantic love. He didn't want it, and he most certainly did not need it.
Or so he thought.