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After the Sport Festival, Shinsou was completely exhausted, he got beaten at the third phase fighting against one of the power houses of class 1-A, Midoriya.
It was already a rarity that a Gen-ed student was able to arrive there but it wasn’t enough to transfer into the hero-course and all the struggling for nothing, did numbers on him. He still had next year but it would be even harder to get in and as much as he hoped…
But days later when school resumed, an angel perhaps or his ancestors even responded to his struggles and if it was an angel, said angel looked like a mummy in all those bandages and casts. Eraserhead would train him if he showed potential during the time when the man homeroom class was busy with work studies. And to say he wasn’t trilled, even with the imminent future of getting beaten up by a licensed pro-hero, would be a lie.
In the period of his training to become Aizawa-Sensei official personal student, he learned a lot about the stoic ravenette man one of these being that weirdly or in strangely genius move, the hero saved every single contact with one single emoji.
The teen learned this when apparently going by the muffled voice on the other side of the phone, the red drop was actually the class 1-B home room calling him for an urgent meeting (which cut short their evening training but he couldn’t complain, he was just a Gen-ed kid).
But why think about it so much? Shinsou was technically still a teenager and of course some times he did indulge in doing teenage stuff like theorising about his mentor love life.
All of it started when he overheard the pink girl from 1-A joking about “Imagine if Aizawa-Sensei has a girlfriend!!” So he got himself into the conspiracy and after seeing a heart in the stoic man contacts he started getting curious.
1.
The first hint wasn’t something he happened to search for, it was a casualty he remembered and filed in mind.
It was a normal morning, fresh despite being summer, he run late for their training even after taking the bike with him spared him only a few minutes. As he arrived, peaking at the man was, he stopped on his track for a second. The gym was early quiet as usual and Aizawa-Sensei was fidgeting with a charm on a chain around his neck, gently and with care at every turn of the circular pendant.
The older man didn’t seem to have noticed the teen staring from the small window of the gym’s door, too entranced by his fidgeting. He looked at the charm almost on the verge of napping like a horse, standing up, his eyes half closed on the object like it was made of precious metal an for a second, Shinsou thought he saw his mentor smile even so slightly before he hears a stern yell.
“Shinsou. I see you at the entrance. Give me fifteen laps around the gym. NOW.”
He could only sprint for his life now, too bad.
2.
The second hint came sooner than Shinsou expected.
It been a few days since he first started pulling theories together with what he could gather at school. He didn’t have any sort of external information, given the underground nature of the pro-hero. So every single bit of information had to be taken personally by the teenager and with a luck he didn’t know he had,they ended training late.
Usually it would be a bad thing considering they never leave him leftovers and he’s to tired to make anything but this time was different because Aizawa-Sensei insisted on offering him a bowl of ramen from a small restaurant close to UA grounds. And who is he to say no to free food. (He denied four times.)
The shop was hidden in between tight streets made by tall buildings spacing from each others. The trip to the place was awkwardly quiet. Aizawa-Sensei wasn’t the type to acknowledge students after work hours or at least he didn’t seem to. But he could be wrong. “Take a look at the menu Shinsou,” The raven haired man told him tapping at the plastic covered pages of the thin book. “The ingredients are under the name of the dish, be mindful of the spice level. Get something you can and want to actually eat.”
Shinsou pointed at one of the bowls illustrated on the paper and looked up at the man then he simply asked “Do you want it?” And to the question the teen nods. “Alright.” The ravenette asked for the two plates and while the lady with curly red hair behind the counter started to cook, she asked to Aizawa. “Where did you ditch your blondie, grumpy man!” In a jokingly manner. The liliac tilted his head to gaze at the other. “I usually come here with a friend.” The man responded to Shinsou’s curiosity. “I…” Aizawa started “I never liked eating alone. And I own you all the times I ended training later than scheduled. It only seems logical in my eyes.”
“Oh, it should be. Thank you.”
3.
His luck run out quicker than he expected because this time it took more, so more, he almost was tempted to go ask that group of 1-A girls if they had any news but he resisted the urge. It was not important to do, he needs to focus on school work and training. Priorities straight even if he’s anything but that. Still priorities straight.
For a few weeks the theorising on Aizawa’s love life were put on hold given the progressively higher difficulty of his training, having started to learn his mentor iconic fighting style. Yet one evening after their bi weekly meeting in the afternoon. He, by chance, happened to see the heart emoji contact call the raven haired man for only a second Shinsou saw him smile softly, lips curving just slightly before picking up, face returning to the stoic man usually resting face.
The liliac teen could understand only the parts of his mentor conversation. He listened carefully to what the other said, for the most it sounded like a normal call with responses to the usual questions such as where are you followed by a stern yes by his mentor, then Shinsou heard it. “No, no, go home. I’m taking the train. I still have to do some business.” Aizawa talked low leaning against one of the trees as he continued after a long pause and a hum, not caring about the Shinsou overhearing. “Go shower. I’ll get take out for both. Sounds good?”
“I’ll ask him,” Aizawa plainly says back staring at him before looking away adding “Bye, see you home.” Then he puts his phone back in his pocket giving him a head nod. “Had to respond.” Shinsou looked straight into his mentor eyes. “ Don’t want to intrude but you seemed awfully familiar with the person on the other end of the call.” He muttered loud enough to be heard but not so to seem too eager for the answer, the teen was feeling strangely bold this evening.
“Oh, only my roommate.”
Roommate, uh.
4.
It was a cold night of a weekend and Shinsou was lazing in bed under his cozy, fuzzy covers. He took a small nap but now he really couldn’t go back to sleeping anymore, his insomnia hitting him with a brick on his head. The silence only made it worse.
Shinsou opened his eyes looking at the dimly lit ceiling of his dorm room after the explosion boy from class 1-A got kidnapped by that villain group called the LOV or like League of Villains. It sounds like a video game name, however named it that was definitely not that creative.
Regardless the dormitory to all UA High classes of all grades got to move in for ‘safety’ and his foster parents were so happy to see him pack up even if they said him nothing. Even if the two adults where trash in their own ways, he was starting to bond with one of his younger foster sibling. Such sweetness and such a huge Present Mic fan. (He was starting to miss the rambling.) Radio doesn’t sound a bad idea actually.
He put his earphones in and started today ‘Put your hands up radio’ live. It was Friday, the only day of the week when the shows were not pre-recorded and THE Present Mic was live. Not that it mattered. He saw the blond man nearly every day at school, it wasn’t a novelty to hear the hero chirping but it was way better than to hear his own thoughts in the void of the night. A song was on the verge of ending “—- And that listeners waaass XXX a new entry in the music world based on the pre-quirk band, Ghost, by soloist and guitarist YY!!! Now my usual listeners will know what’s to happen but for the new comer! One more time!”
“All Fridays at four in the morning we switch to a different playyylisttt!!— Only for one dedicated soooong! This is a sweet song for you my dear.” He seemed to want to stop, there, but he added quickly. “Listener!!!” Then an unfamiliar melody starts as Mic’s voice fades in the background.
‘ Don’t you notice how
I get quiet when there’s no one else around?
Me and you and awkward silence
Don’t you dare look at me that way
I don’t need reminders of how you don’t feel the same
Oh, the burning pain …[…] ‘
He closed his eyes for around two minutes as the song arrived to an end. Not his style but something in that love song lyrics seemed to speak the truth for someone. Maybe that someone being even Mic himself but he’s tired, his brain fuzzy from this is just stupid speculation.
That melody really wasn’t for him. It was delicate. For someone precious. He’s definitely wasn’t any of the two. But listening to his hometown teacher talking to the callers oddly soothed him in a way not even his sleeping pills did. So he fell right back asleep.
If he was late to his and Aizawa next morning training looking strangely rested it was his business (And not his mentor who still made him go trough the punishing training.)
Later that day he put the events of this night in the back of his head, not giving it any thought.
5.
Shinsou (All because of class 1-A getting in exponential in more and more trouble.) saw less times his mentor specially in the evening. Usually in the morning, he and Aizawa-Sensei would meet up in one of the smaller gyms, gym Phi, continuing on with the training. The purple haired teen when the older man wasn’t able to meet him, he still trained without any slacking and following the provided directions written by the older man if he was absent and couldn’t supervise him. Finally, one late afternoon Aizawa gestured him to follow him, meaning‘let’s go train’. So they went to the big gym and he got tossed his capture weapon. his And damn it passed a long time since last time he got to use this beauty of a weapon.
As hours passed, getting stuck and freed from the ties he unconsciously made with his own movements to himself and the sky slowly lost his bright signaling the start of the late evening almost night. They stopped after nearly four hours of the raven haired man adjusting the little imperfections in his steps and correcting the error in his stance that would make the difference. Shinsou decided to take a quick dip in the water in the (strangely but only in UA) clean showers, he will washing his hairs in the morning but as he got out and ready to head back to his dormitory, his head in the clouds thinking of what cat videos to watch if he wakes up in the middle of the night yet Aizawa-Sensei called him out snapping him out the trance. “Shinsou.”
The raven haired man shoved his phone in his pocket closing the screen on a text message as he lowered his arm. “Do you want to eat dinner with me again?” The teenager pearled up looking with a few rapid blinks “The curfew is almost over.” “We’re not going outside, I a: inviting you to eat at my apartment in the teachers complex. A reward for your patience and perseverance, it would be illogical to inconvenience you with cooking given the tardiness when I have perfectly good food in more quantity than what I need.” Aizawa said with a stern nod before quickly adding. “And you are a grown ing boy, you need good nutrition.”
“Oh, jeeze, woah, thanks dad..” He responded sarcastically at the man concern. “But, I mean… I would be nice thank you Sensei.” It was considerate from his mentor to be worried about his wellbeing, it was a care he rarely if never experienced. As Aizawa showed him the way to the apartment, he couldn’t help to notice up in the fourth floor, the cracks of artificial soft light illuminating the metallic floor. They stopped there, he guessed maybe his mentor left the lights on. The raven haired man pulled out the keys from his utility belt, the keychain gently swaying left and right it was a small argent cat-themed on. A true piece of art. When Aizawa opened the door the smell of warm food filled his nostrils, why… Actually how is the food already hot, shouldn’t—-
“Shouta, are you back?”
A familiar yet not quite there voice called out his mentor by his first name and Shinsou froze, the raven haired man signed him to enter the house. “Yes, I am and I also brought Shinsou with me. What did you make ‘Zashi?” As the liliac teen walked in staring at the strangely warm and homey-feeling apartment. Definitely not Aizawa-Sensei hand. He looked in the kitchenette where a blond man was grabbing three bowls from a high shelf before responding to his mentor question. “Rice with spicy salmon and cabbage and like other types of greens.” The other spoke softly, adding referring to the teen. “Shinsou, soia?” The liliac teen nods shyly to the blond man. Something felt familiar in the voice of the man. But it was too sweet to be of who he thinks is from. Or is it from of who he thinks of… “I… Uh… Have dirty hands.” He muttered to his mentor and quickly got directed to the bathroom down the hallway.
There was only one more room. Then when washing his hands, his mind registered. That, most definitely, was not only Aizawa’s roommate but his lover (Oh my kami, Aizawa-Sensei is gay—). If they were just friends, they would have two different rooms. As he walked back to eat he couldn’t shake away the thought.
The blond looked quite comfortable with the teenager at the table like he knew him somehow. The one single phrase flipped the switch. “Do you want anything else to drink other than water little listener?”
Oh.
“WAIT, PRESENT MIC?” Shinsou stared at him with wide eyes. Actually. It made strangely sense. The blond nods about to respond but then the teen connected ulterior dots and without any second thought he shouted pointing his finger towards Aizawa. “WAIT, YOU ARE DATING YAMADA-SENSEI?!”
Silence. Then a soft snort. “Kamis, Shou, he’s clever! He’s the first student to ever guess that!”