Aizawa and I are still alive two weeks later. Barely.

It's not that we don't get along. We get along fine. It is the fact that this man constantly tries to do shit on his own and keeps breaking my shit because of it.

Let me give you an idea of how bad this get, alright?

Aizawa has broken two plates, a bowl, three cups. I am not even counting the multitudes of utensils that were dropped on the floor that I had to pick up. Remember that deal made a while back about how I would make him coffee whenever he wanted if he went to the teacher gathering(that is currently being held off until the students are shoved into their internships)? That applies here. I make ten cups of coffee A DAY for him.

He can not be healthy.

I'm not even talking about the awkward experiences of helping Aizawa get clean and do other human things. Those are traumatizing. I haven't even hit home base, and I am having to do things that I would be hesitant to let a close friend(if they existed) do, let alone this.

I could have called someone who was the same gender as Aizawa to help, and I offered, but he said that was illogical so here we are.

I wonder if Aizawa is into me if he is letting me help? I rather not think about it. Romance is so far from my league that it's nearly nonexistent in my book.

At one point last week, I was getting ready to fist fight Aizawa, so I asked Yamada to take care of him, and I went to Kayama's place to drink.

I would say it was fun, but I don't remember it. The only thing I know is that we did not do anything naughty, so that's good.

I regret it when I come back home with a hangover AND I have to take care of the dumbass.

This is just the home life, by the way. I haven't even mentioned the school life yet!

I HEAVILY prefer to be a janitor instead of a teacher assistant. It is bad enough that I have to do all the paperwork for him and grade since he can not write, but class 1-A manages to make it so much worst.

Bakugo has anger issues.

Midoriya breaks his bones as if he is trying to divorce them from his life.

Iida is too strict.

Mineta is a fucking dog literally. I don't even know why he is here.

Kaminari and Ashido don't pay attention in class and expect me to help them after since I explain it better than Aizawa apparently. Actually, I will use that as blackmail on Aizawa at one point probably.

And they are all teenagers, so yeah. My life is a mess.

Oh, and apparently they have not been taught how to actually fight yet. Like, they have the basics, but they are not good. Aizawa took this time to make me suffer by making me demonstrate the moves to them. This is after Aizawa keeps me up half the night in order to make sure I don't fuck that up.

Honestly, the only reason that I am standing is because the same man is constantly lecturing me to take care of myself even though he can't. It feels like he is trying to train me like an animal other than human, so I am not happy about that. However, I can appreciate the concern.

Overall, I am done with life.

However, at the end of the day today after the Sports Festival, I can finally kick Aizawa out of my place because he is finally going to be fully healed.

Right before the Sports Festival starts, I was chilling in the sound both with Yamada and Aizawa because Yamada somehow convinced Aizawa to help him with announcements.

I'm just happy for the break.

Yamada and I were talking about our theories of who is going to win when Aizawa suddenly interrupts us, "(L/N)."

I look over to him, "What?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Depends, what is it?"

"Can you tell the problem child to attempt to not use his quirk as much as possible? He'll listen to you more than me. And tell 1-A good luck. Give them a motivational speech."

Yamada says what I am thinking, "Awe, you care!"

"I just don't want to Recovery Girl to scream at me again."

I sigh and get up, "Fine. If they do worst because of me, that's on you."

"I trust you not to mess this up." I'm impressed, then.

"Alright. You two have fun!"

Yamada exclaims, "We will!" while Aizawa just sighs.

I make my way to the class 1-A locker room only to enter in on some tension, "What the fuck happened in here?"

"Language!" Iida says while chopping his arm.

"Just tell me what happened."

"Todoroki challenged Midoriya in front of the class and Midoriya reciprocated."

"Of course. I have a speech to give y'all, but where is Midoriya?"

Iida guides me to Midoriya. Midoriya quickly notices me and straightens up, "H-hi, (L/N)! May I ask what you are doing here?" I look at Iida, and he takes my silent message and goes away to give me a moment with him.

"I'm here to tell you that your quirk isn't you. Your quirk isn't everything. You're you. You don't need to break your damn bones to prove a point. You're a smart kid. Humans have made it this far because of science, not because of strength. Otherwise, we would all be dead. Basically, limit the use of your quirk and use your damn brain. You don't want permanent injuries. They suck."

Midoriya looks close to crying, but he nods quickly, "Yes, sensei!"

"Good. Now," I go to the center of the locker room, "Everyone, over here!" That catches the student's attention.

Now what am I supposed to say?

Eh, I'll just let my mouth run, "You guys have been working your asses off- Iida, don't even think about it- for the past two weeks. You know the pain and suffering. Don't let that go to waste. Otherwise, you wasted your time. At least make it through the first stage. Otherwise, I'm going to be salty. Good luck. Now, go beyond!"

"PLUS ULTRA!"

Okay, I think that worked.

With the class now pumped, I slip out in order to head to my seat in the studio.

- - -

It's after the Sports Festival, and I was in charge of making sure that the kids got picked up by their appropriate adults while Aizawa gets out of his bandages.

Of course, I got weird looks from parents because I do not look anyway near like a hero, but I digress.

I come back to the teacher's lounge to grab Aizawa so that he can pick up his shits and get out only to find him missing. Yamada, Aizawa's current babysitter, is at his desk talking to Kayama. I have no qualms wlaking over and interrupting.

"Yo, where's Aizawa? He needs to come over to pick up his shit," I ask Yamada, who was supposed to be babying the dumbass.

Yamada rubs the back of his neck with an awkward smile, "Well, as soon as he healed, he left."

"Of course he makes my life harder. Fine. I'll just sell his stuff on the black market or something."

"At least give him a day, (L/N)! Maybe text him to come pick it up? I'm sure he will!"

"Fine."

I pull out my phone and text Aizawa.

Conversation with Hobo

Me: Yo, come pick up your shit unless you want it on the black market.

I put it away, "Well, I am going to go home and appreciate being alone either way."

Kayama leans forward, "Are you sure you don't want company? You were wonderful company when you were at my place."

"I'm more sure that I don't want you over than I am about my mental health."

"So mean!"

"Whatever. Later, losers!" I walk out, pick up my bag from my hidden office, and head home.

- - -

Why does random crap always happen to me?

I enter my apartment only to smell something cooking. I know for a fact that I had nothing going when I left because I planned on ordering carry-out when I got home.

I snatch my baseball bat from beside the entry (better safe than sorry), and I go to the kitchen silently.

When I peer in, I am shocked.

Aizawa is in my kitchen cooking. Why is he back here? Also, he's not a mummy anymore, so bless there.

I put the baseball bat out of his view and clear my voice, catching his attention though he doesn't face me.

I huff, "You realize that you can go home now, right?"

Aizawa stirs something while turning the heat off, "I will."

"Then why the fuck are you cooking in my kitchen?"

"Just giving you something before I leave."

"Hold up: you're cooking for me?"

"Yes. Now go relax."

"Are you trying to turn what I did to you back at me?"

"Logically. Now go."

"Petty."

Aizawa sighs, "(L/N)."

"Alright, alright. Chill."

If he wants to cook for me, I am certainly not going to stop him. I drop my bag at my room and go to sit at the couch.

It feels strange not having to take care of him. I'll get over it quickly, though.

Aizawa comes in with two bowls of soup and hands one to me, making sure it is toward my dominant hand without the scars.

"Thank you," I tell him as I start to eat. Aizawa merely grunts as he starts eating his own bowl.

Together, we end up watching the news, which is trash.

When I get up to go clean my bowl, it gets snatched from me. I watch Aizawa go into the kitchen.

Alright then.

I sit back down and lean back. Damn, that feels weird. I get that I have been stiff, but goddamn.

Suddenly, something hits my head.

I turn to Aizawa who, even though he has a blank look, I see the amusement in his eyes that he got to hit me, "What the hell, man?!"

"You should be using that on your scars. I noticed that you haven't been using that hand as much." What? I look down to find a bottle of scar cream.

"I have some."

"The cheapest kind."

"There's nothing wrong with being cheap."

"There is when it has something to do with your injuries that limit your mobility."

"I consider it more of a decoration."

Aizawa sighs and just goes to the guest room. He returns with his bag, "I'm heading out. Thank you for taking care of me. If you need anything, text me."

"That's a rather considerate offer. Alright. See ya! Make sure to actually eat!"

Aizawa does not acknowledge that statement. He just heads out after nodding slightly at me.

Great. I'm going to end up making a bento for him everyday for lunch, ain't I?

Yes. Yes I am.

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Goddamnit, Aizawa.