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Aspirations
Chapter 25

There was a moment between sleep and awake where everything was blissful. All of the worries and stress you experienced on a day to day basis were locked away. Anything important or pressing didn’t matter. You simply existed in a safe and warm cocoon made of sheets, blankets, and limbs. You took slow, even breaths as your consciousness seeped to the forefront like a gentle tide rolling in.

You were in bed with Aizawa. Again.

His hand felt so large against your stomach. It wasn’t like you were the smallest girl out there either; and yet the strength and size of his hand made you feel like it. The more you breathed the more aware you were of each digit.

You closed your eyes as you tried to decide how you felt about that. Awkward was a good word for sure; conflicted was also very apt. You had told him that you could help him and Toshinori (along with the rest of the staff) but, other than the usual, you hadn’t thought Aizawa would have taken you up on that offer after he’d been so disapproving over helping Endeavor and Toshinori. He had seemed so disapproving over the idea of you using your quirk so exhaustively in their cases. Yet there he was right behind you after you’d spent a night making his bones as good as new. Though the fact that he was still in your bed might have been your fault, at least in part. After finishing with the non-essential repairs, you’d been so tired that you hadn’t even thought about waking him up when you’d finished. Instead you had simply fallen asleep next to him.

The kicker of it all was that it wasn’t even like you’d healed recently broken bones either. Most of what you’d worked on had been broken during the USJ event and healed shortly after. Though he had a few areas that had been older repairs, the ones from USJ had outnumbered the ones from all the prior years combined. The fact of the matter was that they’d been old wounds. Ones that didn’t really impede his abilities. So it wasn’t really even necessary for you to remove the evidence that they’d once been broken. It definitely hadn’t been an emergency.

So why? Why was he okay with you healing his non-necessary not-wounds…but fought so hard against you helping others?

Speaking of others, you were going to need to message Toshinori. There was no way you could do a healing session with him later later. Not after aquesting to Aizawa’s request. You needed some time for your body to level back out and convert what you’d eat today. Plus your brain was tired from the level of concentration you had to keep up while attending to the slumbering teacher behind you.

…

Oh shit…

…you hadn’t set your alarm.

He was totally late to work.

Goosebumps rose to your skin as you felt his warm breath against your shoulder blades. He’d taken up the middle center of your bed while you had remained where normal, civilized people slept. But probably only because he had claimed the middle before you had the chance.

“Aizawa,” you called out in a firm tone.

Did he just huff? It sure felt like a huff.

“You’re late for class.”

“Students left this morning,” he mumbled out against your back.

Good, because his lips brushing up against your spine sent a sensation racing through your nervous system that definitely wouldn’t have been appropriate around students. You squeezed your eyes closed again. You needed to clamp down on your hormones. And you needed to do it before the man behind you realized the internal struggle you were having. You could only imagine how awkward and judgemental Aizawa would get if found out just how quick your labido reared its head. The friction of the light scruff on his chin brushing against the top of your sports bra didn’t help either.

You could feel the heat rising to your chest in embarrassment even as Aizawa moved his hand from your stomach. He turned to lay on his back while you continued to lay on your side. You could hear him taking deep breaths while you futilely attempted to make sense of the situation.

“You left the scar.” He breathed out after a moment.

“Yeah,” you acknowledged as you tried to focus on relaxing and turning your thoughts back to neutral.

“That was wise.”

“Thanks,” was your short response.

The scar in question was the one by his eyes. You’d repaired the orbital bones, nerves, and all sorts of tissue in the region that had been damaged during the USJ event. Despite being able to, though, you’d left the scars that had become a feature on his face since then just incase someone was paying too much attention. He and principal Nezu had tried to impart the dangers of using your quirk to help others in noticeable ways in the current climate so you’d been careful to fix the problems without removing topical scar tissue. That way no one but you and Aizawa would know what you’d done. At least not until he filed a new medical report with Recovery Girl, assuming he even reported anything to her. That would bring her into the small circle though you knew the information would probably stop with her.

Within a few moments you heard as Aizawa started to take deeper breaths. He was falling back to sleep. Oh how you envied his ability to sleep anywhere and any time he chose. You stared at your wall as you tried to figure out what to do. On one hand, with how busy Aizawa kept himself, it seemed cruel to interrupt any amount of sleep he could get. On the other hand you had often bore witness to how quickly he could fall asleep. So it wasn’t like you’d disturb his rest if you chose to get out of bed anyways. He could always go right back to sleep even if you did wake him up somehow.

Then there was the third opinion that wondered why his sleep should be your concern at all. After all, it wasn’t like he was family. Nor, you were sure, did he want to be. He’d made his stance on your maturity clear on plenty of occasions. Which meant that it wasn’t like he was a possible boyfriend. At best he was your client. Though any other in the medical field might have been horrified that you were in such a situation with a client to begin with. Being in bed with a client who only had on the bare necessities while you were in your undergarments wasn’t exactly the epitome of professionalism. At the same time if you tried to halt the healing sessions with Aizawa while continuing to treat Toshinori this way…that could be seen as preferential treatment.

…which you technically had been giving to Eraserhead for the past year. He was, currently, the only hero you had allowed to set appointments at whatever time he needed. He was also the only person who you’d allowed to just waltz in for a tune up whenever he felt like it too. Even the students, whom you were supposed to be focusing on, technically had to make appointments. Or at the very least catch you when you were out and about on your terms.

You squeezed your eyes closed as you turned onto your back. After everything that you’d done or allowed to happen…what was the most professional thing to do?

“You need to start scheduling the sessions again,” you said quietly, not even sure if he’d hear you given that he was asleep.

Given the fact that you got no response, you were going to say he hadn’t heard you. Which was probably for the better. You didn’t really want to have the conversation about maintaining a professional relationship while practically naked in bed. You wanted to clarify the blurry lines, not make them even worse.

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“They still want you to sign up that badly?” Recovery Girl asked as she held up an envelope.

You looked up from the anatomy book and practice test you’d been doing. While the students were away you had spent a good amount of time studying. It wasn’t quite doctor or surgeon level like that of your great aunts but you figured working on nurses credentials would be a good place to start. All that studying also gave you the perfect excuse to put off having a talk with Aizawa about boundaries. If you were always busy there wasn’t time for him to blur the lines. Which was why it took you a moment to understand what Recover Girl was asking. You stared blankly at the envelope in her hands until it clicked.

“Yes,” you answered shortly. “Can you blame them though? It’s their job to try and keep the hero society strong and functional.”

Your great Aunt huffed as she sat the mail down at the table you were currently at. She did it with such force that she rattled the lollipop container in the middle.

“They should understand that no means no.”

You blinked. Then you blinked again. Why was she so unhappy that the Hero Safety Committee kept contacting you? It wasn’t like they were interfering in any aspect of your life. They were just trying to persuade you to further the hero society. Sure it was in a less orthodox way than trying to get you to get a hero license but it wasn’t an unthinkable idea.

“Weren’t you encouraging me to get out of the office, meet a nice boy, continue the family tree, and still work on helping hero society?” You asked.

“Yes,” she admitted.

Before Recovery Girl had time to continue, you added in, “See—I understand you being upset when they tried to recruit me straight out of highschool but it’s been a couple of years since then. Technically I’m a full adult now. And with everything that’s happened, of course they’re looking to the future. It makes sense that they’d want to help ensure strong heroes for the future right?”

“Yes. But that doesn’t give them the right to ask you to become a glorified egg donor!”

You stared at her with a bland expression. “Technically they also wanted me to incubate my own eggs too. Pretty sure with my quirk the chances of miscarriage are like less than 1%. Assuming that the sperm from the donor was healthy enough to produce a viable gamete.”

“I don’t like this impersonal talk,” your aunt made her opinion known. “I don’t want you thinking in terms of quirk marriages when you should be out looking for a nice boy. It’s not naturally.”

“Less naturally than trying to find a match just because my great aunt wants to spoil children?” You asked with a teasing smile.

“Exactly,” she said with a firm nod of her head. “I want you to have a family, to be happy, not to be a brood mare for one of their prized stallions.”

“Uh-huh,” you acknowledged. “That’s why I turned them down the first time, Auntie. Don’t worry. If I decide to have a kid…I want it the old fashioned way. I want to have a say in their lives afterwards too so don’t worry. And I would want the kid to have more than just a sperm donor; they’d need a father. Which is exactly what I plan to tell the commission this time when I write my response. Whenever I decide to have a kid or two you’ll get to spoil them. Okay?”

“Good.”

“But you’re probably going to be waiting for a while,” you teased. “I have this aunt who wants me to do a lot of things all at once. Not to mention the worst luck with guys.”

“Ai—“

“No,” you said quickly, being impertinent and putting your hand on her mouth before she could even get the sounds out. You removed your hand with an apologetic look on your face. “He’s just a client. Maybe a friend, maybe.“

You really needed to get back to studying. From the stubborn expression on her face you had a feeling that wasn’t going to be easy. You waited nervously as she pulled up a chair to sit across from you with that very serious ‘we need to talk’ look on her face.

“He’s a good man.”

“Uhuh, I know. But he started as a client so there’s a Gray zone there already. Plus I’m still a kid to him. He made that clear already. So you leave him out of your whole scheme to set me up or whatever you’re trying to do.”

“He doesn’t see you as a child. You just need to make a move. Next time he comes over, all you need to do is rub—.”

You put your hands over your ears as your face flushed red. “Nope! Nope! Not hearing it!”

Recovery Girl huffed. You lowered your hands from your ears. Though as she continued to speak, you wished you hadn’t.

“What about finding a nice senior here then? There are plenty of good boys at this school.”

“Who are barely 18,” you wrinkled your nose. “I’m turning 22…somehow dating a senior High School student seems illegal. So no to all the students! It’s just…way too weird. IF, big if, I find someone to go on a date with, I want them to be over 20 okay?”

“Aizawa is over 20,” she pointed out stubbornly.

At which point you pointedly started staring at your book again. Even if your mind was too preoccupied by her words and trying to avoid getting trapped in your own, you pretended to read anyways. At some point Recovery Girl gave up. She leaned back in her chair with a frown.

The fact that you were adamant that Aizawa saw you as a child was ruining her plans. She was just going to need to push that man into showing you just how un-child-like he thought of you. Preferably in a way that ended up with her having kids to spoil soon.
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