Pull Chapter 46: Hizashi Is Shook

Needless to say, the mood was a little dampened when everyone boarded the bus close to midnight. You had been sent on ahead in an ambulance to get checked over at the hospital and although the word had come back that you were fine everyone was still concerned.

“Why does this happen, every. Single. Time. We ever do anything?’ Kaminari wailed from his seat next to Jirou on the bus.

“Because you’re with us, that’s why,” she teased.

“Hey!”

“No, but he’s right, we’re a trouble magnet,” Uraraka sighed, “I’d love to just do something that’s not potentially going to get people killed.”

Tokoyami was listening from the back of the bus and hung his head.

“Nobody blames you,” Shoji whispered, placing one of his hands on Tokoyami’s shoulder, “it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was,” Tokoyami replied darkly, “I’ve been feeling like I’ve fallen behind when it comes to quirk training and that frustration was what caused me to lose control.”

Shoji shook his head, “feeling frustrated is a good thing. You can now use that to fuel your desire to improve.”

Tokoyami looked up at him then looked away.

“I guess…”

……………………………..

Amazingly, Aizawa let the students have the Monday off to recover but then school was back on on Tuesday and they all traipsed into the grounds ready for class.

As usual, you were at school early, dressed nicely with something a little longer sleeved to cover a giant bruise that had appeared over your shoulder and half way down your arm.

“Ugh… this damn bruise… I don’t even remember when I got it but it probably happened with the Dark Shadow incident.” You walked over to the photocopier and put some papers in to make duplicates, your mind wandering back to your time spent with Aizawa over the weekend. “I mean, the weekend wasn’t all THAT bad…”

“YEEEAAAHHH!!” A loud voice called from the staff room doorway and you jumped and spun around to see who it was that was screaming so obnoxiously loud first thing in the morning.

“Oh. Hizashi… should have guessed,” you said, clutching your chest.

“Good morning!” he greeted as he strolled over and leaned down on the copier, peering at you over his glasses and doing an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle, “I hear you had a good time over the weekend.”

You looked at him and your eyes widened slightly.

“Surely not?! Aizawa wouldn’t have said anything… would he?? I guess they ARE friends, but still?!” You cleared your throat before answering, “uh… well… yeah, but I didn’t think he would have said anything about it…”

“Of course he did! He was very concerned about you!”

“Concerned?” You were confused now.

“Did you get hit?”

“Oh my god! He’s talking about the Dark Shadow incident!” You breathed a sigh of relief, “oh! That! Yeah, I’m ok, thank you.”

Hizashi paused and looked at you before smirking, “wait… just hold on a second folks, caller on line one has a question! What else happened on the weekend that I obviously don’t know about?”

Your face flushed and you looked back to the photocopier with embarrassment.

“Ohhhh?!” Hizashi leered, “did you two get closer??? Did you hold hands? Did you kiss?”

You rubbed your nose and looked completely away from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hizashi…”

“Come on now, don’t hide juicy details from your man’s best friend!”

“M-My man?!” you spluttered, “h-he’s not my man!” 

Hizashi reached out to grab your shoulder and spun you around but unfortunately he reached for your bruised one and you yelled out with pain.

Instantly there was a binding cloth around Hizashi’s wrist and his hand was flung off you as the wielder of the cloth entered the staff room.

“Don’t touch my assistant,” Aizawa said darkly as he walked in. 

“Oh! Just the person I wanted to see!” Hizashi said cheekily.

“Y/N,” Aizawa addressed you, ignoring Hizashi completely, “you’re injured.”

“No, I’m fine,” you replied hastily.

“Your shoulder,” he continued, walking over as he unbound Hizashi’s wrist, “why did you not tell the medics.”

“I told you, I’m fine, it’s just a little bruise. I don’t know when it happened but it’s only just come up in the last day or two… it wasn’t there when I was at the hospital.”

Aizawa took a hold of your shirt over your shoulder and pulled it down slightly, exposing your bra strap and purple, green and yellow bruise.

“That’s a bruise and a half!” Hizashi said with a whistle, “how far down does it go?”

“Like-” you pointed half way down your arm- “to here…”

“You deliberately wore long sleeves so that I wouldn’t see it,” Aizawa commented in a low voice.

“Well, yes? Because look at you, you’re all worried now! I’m telling you, I’m fine. Trust me. It’s a bruise, that’s all.” You tried to pull away but he held you firmly.

“Go to Recovery girl, I don’t want you working with such a large bruise,” he commanded.

“Aizawa… it’s f—,”

“Go. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.’

“Fine,” you sighed, “I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

Aizawa and Hizashi watched you leave the staff room then the loud blond sidled up to the dark haired teacher. 

“So?” He leered to his quieter friend, “did something happen between you and Miss L/N, she seemed a little flustered when I asked her.”

Aizawa looked across at his friend and gave him a dead stare.

“What makes you think I would do anything?” he asked bluntly.

“Oh, I know your type, Shouta. You’re quiet and dull but I bet you have a devious side. I mean, you work with bondage items daily. Did you hold hands???”

“Hizashi,” Aizawa said bluntly, I am a 30 year old man. Not a 5 year old child. If I’m gonna make a move, it’s not going to be holding hands.”

“So did you make a move??” Hizashi pressed, “come on, you can tell me! Did you kiss?”

Aizawa looked away and smirked.

“So is that a yes? Did you?” Hizashi hounded him.

“I’m not here to gossip, Hizashi, if you want news go and ask Midnight what she got up to on the weekend.”

“I already know. She had a bachelorette party with her girl friends and some of them got drunk and started getting freaky in the pool,” he said.

“Well looks like that was the theme of most people’s weekends then…” Aizawa commented before walking away.

It took Hizashi a second to connect the dots and then his mouth fell open.

“You didn’t!” he gasped dramatically, clutching the sides of his face, “in the hot springs pool?!”

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