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Aspirations
Chapter 38

You looked at the small capsule in your hand. It seemed so innocent but as you stared at it, you felt yourself shaking. It was the second day you’d taken the pill. Somehow it was harder to take the second time around. The more pills you took the less there were in the bottle. The less pills in the bottle, the closer you were to being artificially inseminated. Something most people who had made that choice would be ecstatic about. You were still trying to convince yourself that it was a good thing…you knew it was a necessary insurance plan, and that you would grow to love the result, but it still scared you witless.

After staring at the pill for a couple of minutes you closed your eyes and tossed it back. The pill was followed by a swig of a protein shake as you grabbed your cell phone. Hawks had already sent you a picture of him with a peace sign as he flew through the air. He looked like he’d been up for hours already and the sun had barely come up. In return you sent him an emoji of a kiss and a peach. Which took him a while to figure out. He texted back as you were finally heading out the door.

Hawks: time and place.

What?

Hawks: Tell me when and where to be for the ass kissing. Fair warning I bite.

You had an eye roll emoji sent with your reply.

In your dreams.

Hawks: good dream.

Hawks: lunch today?

Depends on work.

Hawks: let me know

The smile on your face wouldn’t abate even after you put your phone away. While you got overwhelmed by all of the touching from a guy you barely knew, it felt nice that there was someone who wanted to spend time with you. The fact that he wanted to go out of his way to have lunch with you when he lived in a completely different city felt nice. And though it had happened a little too quickly, knowing that he was attracted to you was reassuring. At least you knew where you stood.

Though if he’d gotten his way a couple days ago you probably wouldn’t have been standing.

Your face heated at the thought as a knot started to form in your stomach. You brought your hands up to your face to blow some warmth on them as you continued to the main building. On your way up to class 1B you heard something peculiar.

Principal Nezu was giving a lecture. You frowned and stopped near the open door. Since when did Nezu lecture in class 1A? Where was Aizawa?

You peered around the door. No sign of the grumpy teacher. Was he on an extended job from the Commission? Or was he sick? Those were the only reasons you could imagine him being away from class. If he was hurt, he’d have come to you or Recovery Girl so you ruled that out quickly. You frowned as you moved on to class 1B.

When classes let out, you’d see if Principal Nezu would tell you where he was. If you needed to stock up in preparation for healing you’d rather know now after all.

That day you helped the students from 1B with a mock monthly budget. You pulled the pay numbers from compensation breakdowns and had them practice on knowing where they’d spend the majority of their money. The students were actually pretty good at it. Though some (Monoma) didn’t like that they kept scoring low.

“Think they’ll do better than class 1A?” You asked in a playful tone.

Vlad frowned with his mouth but his eyes were smiling for him. You watched him give a sharp nod.

“I hope so too. When I walked by Class 1A, I heard Principal Nezu in there giving a lecture on Hero Economics.”

“Where was Eraserhead?”

You shrugged and shook your head. So even another teacher, one who might have been privy to any hero work, didn’t know where he was. That made you worry all the more.

Vlad King grunted. “Principal Nezu can give out a lot of precise information and the equations. But it doesn’t replace experiencing it first hand. This is a good simulation to start with.”

You nodded. “Thanks. I figure that the levity would be good to keep their spirits up too.”

Levity being generated by the game like atmosphere that enveloped the classroom. You watched as Kendo lost out on getting paid for a job to Monoma and the frustration that brought her when he started to gloat. Other students near by their mock-agency weren’t doing well as they struggled to pay the bills. Another just got slapped with unforcine medical bills and had to be out of work for a week. None of the students were scoring as highly as they wanted but they still seemed to be having fun.

“Hopefully they don’t beat class 1A too badly though. Those kids just finished taking a beating.”

“They better be ready to take another. Right class?!”

“Yes!” Most of the class called back even though they hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation.

You smiled and walked around the group of students as they went about the first part of the preparation for the event you had set up.

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You knocked slightly on the open door to announce your presence. Principal Nezu had gone back to some of the humdrum aspects of running a school while the students were in class with Midnight. He looked up from his spot and invited you into the room.

“How can I help you?”

“On the way to a special lesson, I noticed you were lecturing in 1A - not Aizawa. Should I be prepared for when he gets back?”

As much as you’d rather ask directly about things, you knew that pro-heroes didn’t always have the luxury of giving out information on their whereabouts. Nor was it always smart for another hero to know their exact location, support staff less so. So you asked as close to what you wanted to know as you dared. If Principal Nezu wanted to share more information than that you were all ears.

“Don’t worry, he’s not out on assignment,” Principal Nezu said pleasantly. “He just found himself incapable of teaching at this time.”

“Is he sick?” You asked in surprise.

As long as you’d known him, Aizawa had never gotten sick.

Nezu shook his head before making a thoughtful sound from behind his desk. “He’s not suffering from any infectious agent.”

See, that right there was why you would rather be direct. If he wasn’t out on assignment or sick, then why wasn’t he able to teach his class?

“Where is he then?”

“In the teacher’s dorm all the way across campus of course. In fact, if you have some time, would you take this packet of the students’ work to him? I’m afraid I’m going to be busy well into the night and I’m sure Professor Aizawa would rather have more time to grade than less.”

“Okay,” you said nonchalantly.

Other than the distance, it wasn’t like it cost you anything to help out. You walked closer to the desk. As you gathered the paper you watched as Nezu’s nose practically twitched. You stopped and stared at him for a moment…

He looked so cute in his suit.

As you resisted the urge to reach out and pet him, Nezu spoke up. “Have you changed your grooming routine?”

Huh?

The urge to pet his pretty fur was momentarily overshadowed by confusion. “No?”

“Oh well that isn’t important,” Nezu said as he jumped down from his seat. “Be sure that Aizawa gets the papers. I have to get back to revising the lesson plans for the students.”

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Huh…the teachers’ coffee pot was broken. In fact it looked like it was missing the whole pot. Was that why Aizawa hadn’t made it to class?

You continued through the area and made your way to the elevators. The teachers’ dorms were pretty much laid out like those of the students. The only differences being that teacher rooms were twice as large and included their own bathing room as yours did. You looked for Aizawa’s name beside his door. He was on the first floor - how practical of him.

After knocking on the door, you held all of the paperwork out in front of you. When he didn’t answer you knocked again. This time the door was opened after a couple seconds by Aizawa, who was wearing his black pants and very little else.

The artificial light of the hallway battled with the darkness of the room behind him. Even with that you could see that the waistline of his pants sat dangerously low. What little was left for the imagination was probably for the better. Under the right conditions this man would have looked great. The only reason you didn’t flush at seeing his sculpted torso was because you had seen him hundreds of times before. It wasn’t like he was getting undressed in that slow “look at me” undressing arch this time either.

That and he looked torn up.

He didn’t have wounds or anything like that. Though it did seem like his hands weren’t at their best. There was just something about the way his hair was styled, or not styled in this case, and the expression in his bloodshot eyes that told you he was in pain.

“What?” He asked.

“You weren’t at work today. I was worried.”

“I’m taking a personal day. What did you want?”

“…you don’t do personal,” you said, regretting it the moment it came out. Oh well, too late to take it back. “You don’t look 100%. Want help?”

He seemed to hesitate before opening the door and stepping backwards. You took that as a sign of affirmation and started forward. Aizawa left the door open as he walked the rest of the way into his room.

It was sparse. Unlike yours he didn’t have a sitting area. He had a full bedroom set but everything on it wasn’t very personal. Mostly just his hero equipment lying about. Though you did see a couple picture frames peeking out from a shirt that had been haphazardly thrown about. What you realized quickly was that what he lacked in an area for guests, he made up in a different way. He had an entire corner dedicated to a large cat tower. And peering at you from the darkness of their caves were two sets of eyes too.

Oh the moment you were done with him, you were going to make friends with the felines. Why didn’t Aizawa ever tell you he had two kitty cats?

The scent of alcohol hit you as you turned back to look at him. He had turned on the light a moment ago but looked to be in more pain than before. The garbage bin by his front door was filled with at least a twelve pack. You looked between him and the bottles. No doubt that the smell of alcohol, his pain, and the light were all connected.

No wonder he looked like shit. He was hungover.

You handed Aizawa the paperwork, lowering your voice, “Principal Nezu wanted me to give you all of this.”

He looked at the paperwork blandly as he took it. Though you noticed he pretty much just put it into a pile ontop of a bunch of unopened mail.

“You can turn off the lights if you want. I won’t need it.”

You knew his physiology well enough by now that you could heal him blindfolded if you had to. The room being dark wouldn’t affect your ability to help him. It would, however, help prevent him from feeling too much pain in his hungover state. And it would provide a cover of modesty which he seemed to completely lack at the moment.

“Won’t your boyfriend mind?”

“Boyfriend? I don’t—“ it took the latest turn in your life a minute to catch up with you. Hawks had called you his girlfriend, indirectly at least. “He knows what I do for work. I don’t think lights on or off makes any difference when clothing tends to be optional too.”

Huh. That sounded a lot worse than you meant for it to have. Aizawa made some sort of sound that you took as a form of agreement. He turned the lights off though left his bedroom door open. With very little light peeking through the blackout curtains in his room, the light streaming through the open door looked even more intense. You’d never been hungover before but from what you gathered, that much light all at once tended to hurt. How had he taken it?

Said man moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Given that Aizawa preferred to work in the dark for what hero work he still did, you didn’t expect him to have a problem with the lack of light. You however moved over more cautiously as he’d left his capture weapon all over the place. Once you’d gotten there you stood in front of him, holding out your hands. You felt as he placed his onto yours. They were larger and far rougher, warmer too.

You set to work on fixing them up; correcting the bruises and whatever stress he’d put on them since last you’d worked on his hands. It had been a sufficient amount of time, his hands were honestly one of the parts of his body he damaged the least.

As you retracted your tendrils you spoke in a whisper, “Okay now that those are done, let me help with your hangover. I’ll be right back with some water.”

You left Aizawa sitting on the bed as you walked out of the room. Seeing as how he had left the door open the first time you followed his example. You hurried down to get a couple of room temperature bottles of water from the kitchen. On the way out of the kitchen you almost ran into President Mic.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” he said out of surprise as he caught you by your shoulders, preventing you from smashing into him at the corner. “First time I've seen you here.”

“Looks like I do house calls now,” you said as a little joke. You took a step back and held up the two large water bottles you had. “Aizawa’s got a bad enough hangover to keep him from working. Principal Nezu stepped up as their sub. I figured I’d help them all out and get their teach back on his feet.”

“You drop that dude Hawks and watch how quick our boy gets better,” Mic said as he stuck his hands into his jean pockets.

And he was on that band wagon too. Was he and your great aunt delusional or something? They, well she really, kept trying to insist that he liked you. You had tried to see if that was true so you weren’t just dismissing it out of turn. But he had never really given you an answer that pointed to yes. Hell you’d brought up having sex if he didn’t have to play chaperone and he thought you’d been joking!

Though there was that one moment in the teacher’s room…

That was definitely not something that was appropriate to think about. Especially considering you could practically feel his lips on your hand again. And the way he’d trailed his hands on your leg. Yes that shiver you just had to repress was from desire. So sue you; he was a good man as Recovery Girl put it.

“I was being serious,” you said in return to Mic’s observation.

“Me too. As serious as a chart topper.”

You closed your eyes shut to avoid rolling them. Next you took a deep breath. Only when you opened your eyes again, he was still staring at you.

“Check it. Our boy only started drinking when he went to talk to you and found out Hawks was already up in your room. If that doesn’t tell you something you need to check your facts some more.”

“Correlation is not causation. Wasn’t that also the night he came back from his trip?”

“Yeah—“ Mic was going to say something else but you continued.

“Then isn’t it true he could have found out some bad news or something while he was away?”

“You think Eraserhead hasn’t heard bad news before? I’m telling you, it’s ‘cause you picked up that young bird boy.”

“He’s about a year older than me,” you pointed out. “If you think Hawks is young…then what does that say about my age compared to Aizawa’s?”

You left him without a retort for that one. With a quietly mumbled goodbye, you hurried onto the elevator before President Mic could think up another thing to argue with you on.
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