After the USJ attack Nezu decided to bring someone in for extra security measures.
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"Aizawa-sensei who is he?"
"Your new babysitter."
"WHAAA-"
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The rest of the internship was uneventful, after one day in the hospital all three students were released and back to their work studies. Zihao was granted the rest of the week to have time to relax and finish healing.
After Nezu's talk with Aizawa the teacher seemed to isolate himself in his home. Constantly thinking of his friend, who is believed to be dead.
The smell of stale coffee stuck to Aizawa as if he bathed in it. All the lights were kept off, leaving only the television to illuminate the house. He wasn't sure how long he has laid on his couch. Everything in his mind was in a daze. Clouded over with questions and grief. He wasn't too sure what to make of everything.
Until now he just believed Oboro moved to a new city out of embarrassment. Such a naive thought. And Zihao, how did he not connect the dots sooner? He saw the boy when he was a baby. How did he not recognize the green tinted hair? Zihao knew who he was, so why didn't he say anything? There were so many questions floating around, yet all the answers seemed to be out of reach.
'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.' Self-blame. An easy thing to do in a state of despair. 'The kid acted so relaxed around me. Hell! He even teased me without worry! Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.' The signs were there under his nose the whole time. All he had to do was find out who L/n Zihao was, that was all he had to do. A simple background check would have been enough, or even just a glimpse in a yearbook.
