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Making Time

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Of all the things Aizawa anticipated when he became a teacher, this one had never seemed like a possibility.

“I mean, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Jirou stood across from him in the hallway, fidgeting with her backpack straps now that she could no longer fiddle with the paper she had handed to Aizawa. Across the top of the flyer were words that he had no idea how to process.

In big blocky letters, the flyer had an obscure name and detailed the location and time of a concert.

“You want me to… go to a concert with you?”

“No, no, it’s um... “ Jirou paused, looking embarrassed. “It’s our band, Kaminari, Bakugou, Tokoyami, Yaomomo, and me. It’s just a one-time gig but Kami told me to invite you anyways.”

“I might be busy this weekend, I’m not making any promises.” In his mind, he was already clearing his schedule. The flyer said it was Saturday night, he could miss his patrol. Maybe he could even drag Hizashi along with him…

Jirou’s face fell, she was obviously expecting him to say no. That simply wouldn’t do.

“I look forward to it. I just hope the venue isn’t as gross as all the ones your english teacher has dragged me to.” He tucked the flyer into his bag and patted his student on the shoulder. “Good luck, I’d never have the courage to perform in front of a crowd like that.”

As he turned and walked down the hallway, he put his hand over where he had put the flyer and smiled. Around the corner, Hizashi was leaning against the wall and messing around on his phone. He didn’t even need to look up to acknowledge his husband.

“You seem a little less doom-and-gloom than usual, what happened? Holy shit, are you smiling?” Hizashi laughed and poked at Shouta’s cheeks. He batted the offending hands away and scowled at the other man.

“I don’t smile. You have no proof.”

Hizashi just laughed again and pulled him down the hallway by the wrist like he used to when they were students.

As soon as he was sure his husband wasn’t looking at him anymore, he let the smile creep back onto his face.

“Hizashi, are you doing anything this weekend?”

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The concert was good. As he expected, the venue was disgusting and had more flattened gum on the floor than visible concrete, the music was too loud, and Hizashi wouldn’t stop yelling the whole time, but it was still good.

Shouta couldn’t remember seeing Bakugou smile as much in the whole year and a half he had known him as he had in the two hours of the concert. During one of the more energetic songs, a cover of something from one of the punk bands that Hizashi insisted on playing on his radio show, Bakugou had been damn near grinning. It was an actual grin this time, not one of his spite-filled ones that he often wore during battles.

Currently, they were all walking in and out of a door leading to the alleyway behind the venue, carting all of Jirou’s instruments into her dad’s van. Hizashi insisted on helping their students pack up and Shouta didn’t put up a fight.

However, a part of him started regretting it as he helped Yaoyorozu carry Jirou’s keyboard. The girl obviously had something to say and was working up the courage to say it, but Aizawa didn’t rush her. Yaomomo was making great strides in her confidence and he was sure she would be able to speak her mind without his prompting.

Sure enough: “Mr. Aizawa, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“I’m worried about Bakugou. The league is still active and...”

“Do you have reason to believe that they’re going to make another attempt to capture him?” They made it to the van and set the keyboard alongside the other instruments while they spoke.

“Not exactly. I just think… I don’t know if it’s safe for any of us to be alone right now and-”

“What’s your point?” He didn’t mean to be rude, but even he was starting to pick up on his student’s nervousness.

“Bakugou wouldn’t let any of us offer him a ride home, he’s planning on just walking home alone through the city. I was wondering if you’d mind...watching over him?”

She made such a good class president that it almost hurt. “I’ll make sure he gets home safe. Thank you for letting me know.”

Instantly, her shoulders relaxed and she smiled up at him. “Thank you, sir.”

“Go be with your friends, I’m sure Jirou is wondering where you are.”

She thanked him again and hurried away, leaving Aizawa to track down his other student. The drum set was already loaded meticulously into the van and, knowing Bakugou, that meant he was probably already storming his way down the street. Hizashi carried the last amp into the van and turned to Shouta with a smile.

“Ready to head home?”

“I need to find Bakugou, he decided it was a good idea to walk three miles through a city at nearly one in the morning. I’ll meet you back home.”

Hizashi winced and nodded, giving his husband a kiss before walking back to their car. Shouta made his way in the opposite direction, squinting down the street to see if he could still spot his student.

Sure enough, a puff of blonde hair was bobbing in and out of the streetlights about 100 meters down the road. Not wanting to run, the teacher fished his capture weapon out of his bag and got ready to catch up to Bakugou. In all honesty, he really enjoyed jumping from rooftop to rooftop on nights like this. Swinging through the air felt something like flying and he made sure to land lightly the moment he got close to his student.

Bakugou grumbled a little bit, but didn’t seem to mind his presence. “Did ponytail put you on this? Fuckin’ worrywart.”

“She just cares about you, kid, it’s a good thing.”

“I can walk home on my own, you don’t need to treat me like a preschooler.” Bakugou wasn’t angry, he even sounded guilty in his own way.

“Humor me.”

Bakugou did, and they walked in silence. When they got all the way to the student’s house, the kid even grunted out a ‘thank you’ before slipping through the door.

As Shouta swung his way back to his apartment, he couldn’t help but feel warm even as the cold wind bit at him.

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When Aizawa had started training Shinsou after school, he had given the boy his number and told him to call or text if he ever needed help. In all honesty, he was worried about the too-skinny, too-skittish student and had been hoping for the few weeks afterward that the boy would use the number he had given him.

The first text he received from Shinsou was a few sentences that were overpopulated with the words ‘sorry’ and ‘if you don’t mind’. In short, the boy was asking for help. He needed a reference for a job interview. He also wasn’t sure how to do some of the paperwork and didn’t have anyone else to ask.

He smiled down at his phone.

Aizawa texted him back telling him to meet him at the nearby coffee shop they went to after long training sessions. It was early Saturday morning, about 2 pm, and he didn’t have anything to do until much later so he packed up his laptop and headed out of his apartment.

Shinsou, always on time, was there before he even showed up. Aizawa saw him sitting nervously at one of the tables, holding his book bag to his chest.

“Why are you looking for a job?”

Shinsou, always jumpy, jumped at his sudden appearance. His composure was back the next second, though, and so was the snark.

“Would you believe me if I said it was for the experience?”

“No.” Aizawa sat down and didn’t try too hard to hide his smile. “What do you need me for?”

“The company needs a reference for employees who are under 18.” Shinsou shifted to get a few papers out of his bag. They were all pretty standard employment forms and basic school permits.

Aizawa knew better than to ask why Shinsou wasn’t asking one of his parents to be a reference. He knew better than to ask more questions than necessary. He scanned and signed the forms where he was prompted to, careful not to show any hesitation under Shinsou’s watchful, nervous eyes. The forms were for a hero support company that made specialized or reusable support items.

“I’m taking time to train you, I hope you’re not giving up on being a hero so soon.”

Shinsou avoided his eyes.

“Should I be worried about you?”

“No!” Violet eyes snapped to his. “No, it… it’s not like that. I just need the money for my family.”

The lie tasted bitter enough that Aizawa could taste it too. As much as he wanted to say something, Aizawa knew that Shinsou needed this job. If this kid, sharp as a knife and just as brittle, needed money and was willing to lie to get access to it, Aizawa wasn’t going to get in the way. All he could do was keep a careful eye on him until he had something substantial enough to pull the kid out of whatever situation he was in.

What Shinsou didn’t know, of course, was that when Aizawa was signing everything, he had added his name somewhere else.

Under emergency and family contacts, Aizawa’s name was written proudly, along with his number and home address. If Shinsou saw it later on, he didn’t mention it.