The most hyped day of the year had came. With roaring yells and booming cheers, everyone in the stadium patiently awaits the arrival of the first year students. Each seat filled with eager faces, either from a little kid, a proud parent, or perhaps a scouting agency. Everyone awaits the arrival of the main characters, giddy to watch what this year's new batch of Hero hatchlings had in store.
What supposedly a globally awaited event, to [L/n] 'Miryoku' [M/n] was another sour day.
He awoke after a blissful sleep accompanied by Aizawa, in his dreams. But such dream made him realize, just how frustrated he is inside. He felt as if he's stuck in a point. All his yearly progress trying to woo the erasure hero seems to stop abruptly, and he couldn't figure out why.
Could it be Aizawa had someone already? Did Shota not like [M/n]? If yes, then [M/n] is ready to abandon his identity and start a new fake ID to try again. If not, then what's this big wall separating him from Shota? Who put such wall?
There could only be two possible answer on who put up that thick separation wall. It's either Aizawa, or [L/n] himself. For sure, the [H/c] would in no way want to put up such wall, he couldn't, not with his deep yearning for Shota. So it could only be Aizawa himself who had been trying to put some distance with [M/n].
This, angered [M/n] deeply. Although he had no confirmation, nor was he sure Aizawa was trying to get away from him, the mere thought had made his heart broke and blood boil.
Which is why, he is dead set on confirming today. Although his participation in the sports tournament is not needed, since he is a 2nd year teacher, he would still come. Just to observe and help along the staff, and most importantly, look for Shota and ask him directly.
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Aizawa landed his hardened gaze upon the two of his students seemingly fighting to death. One was absolutely burning with passion flame, while the other is slowly dimming with rigid cold frost.
It was a blur of shattering ice and pale orange clouds. Debris flinging to every direction seemingly hindering what's really happening in the arena.
"BAKUGO SEEMS TO BE KEEPING THE HUGE TORNADO HE USED DURING THE FIGHT WITH MIDORIYA!!" Present Mic's voice bounced around the arena, but no one seems to pay attention as everyone halted their breaths, waiting for the clouds of dust to disperse.
"WHAT IS...!!"
Once the wind did it's magic, all was revealed. There, Todoroki laid helplessly unconscious on top of the mix of his ice debris and broken cement. Most importantly, he was out of the arena, making it clear who the winner is.
Aizawa clicked his tongue once Katsuki begrudgingly strolled to the unconscious male, grabbing the poor lad by the collar and screaming his ass off. He only stopped when Midnight stepped in, using her quirk to calm the feral teen.
"AND THE TOURNAMENT COMES TO AN END! AND THE WINNER OF THIS YEAR'S CLASS ONE SPORTS TOURNAMENT IS... CLASS A'S BAKUGO!!!" Present Mic seems to enjoy his announcement too much, that he promptly jumped out of his seat grabbing the mic tightly.
Aizawa can't help but scoff again, thinking how teenagers sure love drama.
But then right as he was about to get up, the door to the MC station opened harshly, slamming against the wall with a booming thud.
"Shota."
Aizawa flinched at the voice. Dang, how lucky he is to just thought about the man, and there he came. But something seems amiss as the [H/c] strode inside hastily, his fluffy tail swaying with his steps.
Shota watch as [M/n] came closer to him, before stopping right in front of his seat. "What?" Aizawa looked up to the standing man, eyes locked with [E/c] irises that seems to burn with anger.
"WHOA, HEYY- BUDDY [M/N]!!!!"
"Tell me," [M/n] harshly slammed both of his hands to the armrest of Shota's chair, effectively trapping him inside as he inched closer. "Are you avoiding me?" [M/n] no longer looked soft, his loving eyes seems absent, only hurt and anger.
"What's this about?" Aizawa frowned, leaning against the chair to avoid being too close to the [H/c], where he bent down to Shota's level.
"Don't make me angry," [M/n] threatened, biting his lip and unkowingly showing off his canine.
Aizawa's eyes flickered for a second, he breathed out before glaring at the man with the same amount of hostility. "You're already angry." Shota spat out. Although he doesn't know what the fuck is going on and what had gotten [M/n] to suddenly march in so aggressively, he is not willing to be submissive.
"WHOAAA!! TWO OF MY BUDDIES ARE FIGHTING!!"
"Answer my question," [M/n] hissed, inching closer again. He suddenly stopped breathing, as if noticing how close he is to Aizawa. His anger dissipates, only soon be replaced with nervousness as he held his breath.
"What? I'm avoiding you? So what if I am?" Aizawa was somewhat annoyed. This man, out of nowhere barged in and without shame dare get angry at him? How childish. Although [M/n]'s and Shota's record was never clean from fights, such thing only happened once in a blue moon remembering how selfless the [H/c] is when it came to Aizawa.
"So you are avoiding me," a flash of hurt appeared in his eyes for a second, almost made Shota retract his words and apologize. "But why??" [M/n] asked, trying his best to not just burst down crying out of frustration. Though he quickly turned his desperation to determination, actively motivating himself saying he needs to work twice as hard in pursuing the man he loves so much.
"You've been too close to me. We're coworkers. A lot of your behaviour is not appropriate,"
"Okay, I'll resign from Yuuei," [M/n] firmly said. His tone back to the normal calm one as he stared deeply into the onyx eyes he loved so much.
"What?"
"WHAT?!" Yamada who had been watching all this time almost choked on his saliva. "HEEEYYY WHAT IS ALL THIS NONSENSE- YEAHHH!!!!"
The audience in the stadium had been continuously confused, searching left and right trying to make sense of Present Mic's commentaries. Just what is that yellow haired man suddenly screaming on and on about? Is he not aware that his mic is still on and the whole stadium could hear him?
"I'll resign from U.A, so you won't have to avoid me. I'll quit being a teacher so we won't be coworkers anymore. That way, you would have no reason to fucking run away from me again,"
Shota had to admit [M/n] being aggressive is quite a sight to behold. After all, the [H/c] had always been so sweet and caring towards him. The new winds flowing from the other direction surely felt nice as a new change from the usual breeze. But he could never openly say that, would he? Shota had too much of a pride to keep.
"AAAAAHHH!!!! WHAT IS THIS SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN YOU TWO?!"
At this point the audience figured it's just Present Mic out of his mind as usual, and had long ignored him, focusing on All Might giving medals to the winning kids.
"Shut up, -Zashi. Had enough of your shit getting in between me and Shota-kun." [M/n] turned towards the latter, yet still keeping his arms firmly gripping the armrest as if scared if he were to leave an opening, Aizawa would bolt out(which he wouldn't). "Get out. show's over." He ordered.
Present Mic, having flashbacks to High schooler [M/n] being the scariest person when angered, wasted no time running out the door. He was never aware why, all he knew that [M/n] and Shota had always been gnarly with each other. As if some part of them are drawn to each other, yet they still desperately trying to put up some space. Although [M/n] seems to be breaking away from that.
Now Aizawa and [L/n] had the privacy they needed as they continue to glare holes into each other's irises.
"Who told you to make such rash decisions?" Shota started. He was affected by [M/n]'s anger, which made him angry himself. He felt devastated at the thought of [M/n] signing out, which mean less time bumping into each other.
Shota can't understand why [M/n] would whine this aggressively after a little bit of distancing. He's only trying to keep being professional, it's not as if he completely disregards [M/n]'s existence.
[M/n] clicked his tongue. "Who told you to avoid me, huh? You know how much I hate you distancing yourself." He growled.
"So you deemed it necessary to create this ruckus? Have you got no sense of professionalism? Do you know how many people questioned you seeing how you act everyday?"
The [H/c] was agape for a minute, his heart thumping loudly as he process Shota's words. "Look, I'm so fucking happy you're caring about me, but really, I can't give a fuck! Why should you sacrifice the relationship I build so hard for those people?!"
Aizawa was beyond confused once more. What relationship? What is he if not a mere coworker and former fellow graduates? What had gotten into him? Was there something Aizawa missing? "Why are you so ready to discard your career, passion, and hobby just like that?"
[M/n] loft a hand up to grip his own hair, slicking it back out of frustration. "You're my passion! You're the career I want to pursue!! My hobby is being with you, don't you understand??" He sighed, counting under his breath as a means to calm himself.
"Is it that easy for you to discard my hard work? Do I really had no chance in the first place?" [M/n] gritted his teeth. Hand no longer on the arms rest as he gripped Aizawa's shoulder harshly, yet still carefully remembering the thick bandages still wrapped around the latter's body.
"What are you implying?" His onyx eyes hardened as he hissed. Surely he was sick of his colleague's frustration, Shota ha no idea nor does he feel responsible for it.
"What am I implying?" A sly sarcastic smirk made it's way to [M/n]'s face, yet his eyes stayed glaring. "I fucking LIKE you, Aizawa Shota! How loud do you want me to shout that?!"
And the room soon fell silent.