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Mary oh Mary my beautiful lady, the love of my life.
gone in an instant
Izuku sat dumbfounded and he stared down at his gorgeous pink detailed glass bong that he spent 3 weeks working in a convenience store out of town to save up for… shattered into a million pieces on the ground. How could this happen?
He was already too high out of his mind after the 3g he just smoked to rationalise that he still had papers in his bag as the thought of his precious baby broke the camel's back as tears slowly formed in the corner of izuku's eyes.
She had an ash catcher for fucks sake, AND AN ICE CHAMBER!
He began Loudly and most certainly obnoxiously crying his eyes out as he stared at the broken shards on his dorm room floor and murky water running through the cracks in the floorboards.
Looking back it may have not been a great idea to smoke on his new balcony and miscalculate how fucking stoned he was before almost falling face first because of the notch in the floor but god didn’t have to fucking do him like this.
To a completely sane person this would seem like irrationalism but to midoriya it was basically the end of the fucking world, he used to get bullied for crying too much, told to shut the fuck up by teachers when he was beaten half to death on the fucking playground, so he did. Oh a broken bone that’s manageable because You're a crybaby loser with nothing going for you, except mary. She was the first thing he accomplished, his first goal he completed on his own.
And now she’s gone.
“fuck.. Fuck FUCK”
It was currently 2:30 am and screaming at the top of his lungs probably wasn’t a great idea, with the sound of his loud sobbing he couldn’t hear the sound of knocking and shouting coming from the other side of the door before it was busted down behind him, momentarily sobering him up. In the doorway stood a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes and
“OH MY GOD YOU’RE A VAMPIRE”
Aizawa stood at the door fucking dumbfounded…
“What the fuck?”
Quickly regaining his composure aizawa scanned the room for a threat, something must have happened for this child to be so devastated but midoriya sat on the ground next to the open balcony window with ugly tears streaming down his face and a broken pink glass something on the ground spilling water all over the floor.
The thought crossed his mind that it might have been an intruder but with the security UA had he quickly dismissed it.
Only when there was no perceivable threat and the problem child seemed mostly unharmed did Aizawa put down his defences and noticed the smell, oh god the smell.
It was the nostalgic smell of his teenage years as he sat on rooftops after a shift as he pulled out a magnificent blunt rolled by his best friend and sat for hours staring at the stars before having to get up in the morning to study for his teaching license.
Aizawa stood stock still for a moment reminiscent of his happiest moments as Izuku gazed upon him confused at why the vampire looks so much like his home room teacher.
“Aizawa-sensei?”
Aizawa made eye contact with Izuku’s blown out pupils and blood red eyes as he narrowed his gaze
“Yes, problem child?”
“Oh fuck”
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the reaction but nonetheless waited for what excuse this kid could come up with to justify what he could now see was a broken bong, clearly used in front of the very obviously high child.
“Are you crying because it’s broken or have you hurt yourself?”
As if reminded that she was broken Izuku started to cry and hyperventilate once more.
“Ooooooh Mary huhuuhuuuuuurrrrrggg” Izuku gagged and Aizawa quickly plucked him up and dragged him to the bathroom as the student began to throw up, still wailing into the toilet bowl in between gags as Aizawa sighed, soothing the child rubbing his back, somehow making midoriya cry harder as he greened out.
“Maaaaaaaaaaarrrryyyyy waaaaaahhhh waa*hiccup*aaahhhhh i want my mommmmmm”
As Aizawa softly stroked his hair and muttered soothing comforts he murmured “well call your mom in a bit when you're feeling better okay?”
This however worsened izukus fit and he wailed even harder, hiccuping and inhaling flem and gagging again in an endless cycle and as he spoke barely legible, echoing through the bowl
“How am I *hiccup* supposed to *hiccup* call her, she doesn’t want to talk to me . I’m Basically disowen- uuuuurgh” Aizawa went stock still, his body was still moving but his mind and what were completely frozen.
What
“Wha- what do you mean midoriya? What happened to you and your mother?”
Izuku, shivering and coughing as he knelt on the cold tile of the bathroom, tears still clinging to his face as he turned and faced his teacher’s worried gaze.
“She’s been *hiccup* gone for weeks, I’ve been fucking working*hiccup* to pay for tuition. I just wanted to relax but I can’t forget…FUCK *hiccup*”
…His mother…how did he not know?
“Izuku… fuck kid I don’t know what to say, your dad?”
The scream that echoes from inside the toilet bowl nailed aizawa to his spot “FUCK THAT SCUMBAG-uurgg-stole my trust fund, my mum and my fucking childhood to screw off to America, trying to stuff his pockets with chips and gamble his life away just because I don’t have a quirk fucking asshole dickhead harghmb..” the stream of curses faded into unintelligible mumbles as Shota sat back into his knees and stared at the brightly lit ceiling. What a fucking mess. bomb after bomb dropped on him in a matter of minutes..he needed a break, and a cigarette preferably.
Aizawa spent the rest of the night sitting in the dark of the bedroom as he sat beside Izuku in front of the bed monitoring his sleeping form, although a few hours into contemplating his life aizawa glanced down to grab a box he found poking from under the bed and discovered what he assumed to be the rest of the stash, after a small internal struggle he decided it would be a waste to throw it out in the morning when he confronted the kid so he took a minute to grind and roll the last gram before striding out onto the open balcony for some fresh air. He glanced down to find a bright red almighty lighter sitting on the rails he couldn’t help but puff a laugh.
“A super fan through and through huh”
Grabbing it and lighting the blunt, he took a drag as he looked out towards the view out the back gardens of UA as the sun was peeking out from its blanket of land. He needed to address what happened tonight…but not right now.