I'm With You (Aizawa x OC)

Chapter Nine

"We will talk about this more later." He scolded. Sighing deeply, he pulled out his phone, quickly sending a text to the former U.A. Student.

Aizawa rubbed his temples as his phone vibrated with confirmation from the hero that he was on his way. Aizawa pocketed his phone again and he huffed in agitation. What a day this turned out to be.

A few excruciatingly silent minutes later, Eri's small voice broke through the air, "Please, don't make her go away." She pleaded, her voice barely audible.

Aizawa looked deep into her ruby eyes before breaking away. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to make that promise to her.

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Kazu was jolted awake by a loud banging on her bedroom door.

"What the hell?" She muttered to herself. She looked over at the bedside table clock, she blinked a few times to adjust her eyes. She nearly choked, realizing she had way overslept.

She cursed as she threw the comforter off of her and quickly searched for some clothes to throw on. The loud banging sounded again as she pulled her pants up. "I'm coming! One second!" She yelled to the assumed, very annoyed Pro-Hero.

She pulled a shirt over her head as she ran to the door, stopping right before she turned the handle to quickly smooth down her dreadful bedhead.

"This will just have to do I guess." She thought to herself and she opened the door.

She expected to be greeted with the annoyed face of her boss. An apology was already starting to spew from her mouth before she was met with the intimidating red eyes of Aizawa as he pushed her back into the room.

She stumbled back, stunned at what was going on. His hair was flowing up in the air as he glared at her. Was he using his quirk on her? But why?

Aizawa quickly released his capture weapon, wrapping it around Kazu and typing her arms and legs together. She gasped as her back slammed into her bedroom wall.

Her eyes widened in shock and she watched as Aizawa began to walk over to her bedside table. "What the hell is going on—" Kazu attempted to yell before another part of his capture weapon wrapped around her mouth tightly, cutting off anything she tried to say.

"Be quiet, criminal. I have no interest in what you want to say." He seethed.

Aizawa roughly pulled open her bedside drawers, pulling out all of its contents. Throwing them on the floor. Kazu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his actions. What was happening? She watched as he pulled her pillows out the cases and ripped the blankets off the bed before he flipped the mattress up, tossing it to the side.

Kazu watched in utter shock as he continued to pull out every drawer and empty them onto her floor. Suddenly, realization of what was happening slammed into her like a truck.

Her lungs froze in panic. There's no way he knew about her suppressants. Right? How would he know? But as he continued to look, her face paled. He knew.

Kazu began to thrash around against his binds. Her protests for him to stop were muffled against the fabric. Her stomach started to turn with the fear of being discovered. Sweat began to build on her forehead. At this rate, it was all a matter of time until he found her stash and she was completely helpless. All she could do was watch as her life spiraled downward, again.

Kazu screamed against the fabric as Aizawa moved to her top dresser drawer. Aizawa opened the drawer, faltering his movements slightly as he realized it was her underwear drawer. He scoffed in annoyance for his moment of courtesy for the criminal. Why should he worry about morals when she was hiding drugs in his home?