The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Part 2: Chapter 4.

SPOILERS FOR VIGILANTES MANGA, AND POTENTIALLY SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR MHA MANGA.

The last words I ever wanted to hear from anyone. 'Let's talk.' Like... then you have all of these nerves and anxiety until you DO talk. LIKE WHAT ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT?!

Well, no use in freaking out about it. All I could do was lead my teacher to my dorm room. I know, sounds scandalous. Not the first time I've brought a teacher to my bedroom. Wink wink.

Okay, very different situations.

Hand trembling slightly, I pulled the door closed with a click.

"Uh... Tea?" I gestured to the kettle, smiling awkwardly. He sat himself at the table and shook his head no. With a sigh, I sat down opposite him.

"So... Shouta gave me your letter."

'FUUUUUCK. I FORGOT ABOUT THAT.' Was the immediate thought that ran through my head.

"He only gave it to me today. And... Ahhhh, I had this all thought and planned out in my head..." Hizashi put his face in his hands. I remained silent, not particularly wanting to hear what was to come.

"You... you know we wouldn't just be able to 'forget you', right?" He stared at me, his eyes filled with this... sadness.

"My therapist said that no one would fo-"

"Forget what she said." He turned his head to the side a little frustrated.

"Well, of course no one wo-"

"But is that how you feel, dude?" He cut me off yet again.

"I- I don't know." I whispered.

"A small part of me just feels, out of habit, almost- that yeah. People would. But it's hard breaking out of that thought cycle. I wanna be remembered, now. What if I died and no one remembered?" My voice began to shake. It was hard trying to explain all of this.

"No one. I promise, no one would forget. My- my friend died. When we were in our second year."

Well, that threw me for a loop.

My eyes widened, unsure of what to say.

"In a villain attack, though. Shouta ended up defeating this huge villain all by himself, even though he was convinced he was useless by himself. But no one forgot Shirakumo. No one he knew and met. Even after 15 years. Shouta definitely never forgot."

"You... both knew him?"

"We were a ragtag trio of hero students! And Midnight was with us, too. But yeah... he was our best friend. But even the preschool kids he helped cross the street didn't forget him." He laughed lightly, a sense of nostalgia present in his tone. I figured out who he was talking about; the kid I saw in that old picture of Aizawa's, about 45 chapters ago.

"I... didn't know. I'm sorry for your loss." I said in a hushed tone.

"Thank you. You know, I'm not sure Shouta would have been able to handle losing another partner." I choked on thin air slightly at the suggestiveness of this comment.

"Partner...?"

"Well, they went to the same hero agency for work placements and sorta became a partnership hero team. But, uhhh..." He began to fiddle with his hands a little.

"I think they were a bit more than just friends."

I took a sharp breath into my chest, a pang of hurt accompanying it. Not because he was with a man, but because he'd suffered this huge loss at such a young age. And I had no idea, and it was probably still affecting him.