Cautiously you approached him once the students had left to get changed.
“So… how did your patrol go?” you asked.
“Routine,” he stated, not looking at you, “came across one disturbance but it resolved quickly.”
“Oh…” you said, still feeling like something was wrong, “are you ok?”
You reached out and touched him arm gently and he pulled away and looked at you.
“Yes. I am fine,” he replied, keeping his distance from you.
“Shouta?” you asked, feeling even more hurt. It’s as if he had forgotten that you two were dating.
“Do not call me by my first name,” he said sternly, “I don’t know why you are suddenly feeling the need to touch me and call me by name when we are colleagues, but I’d appreciate if you didn’t do so.”
Pain shot through your heart and you just stared at him with a hurt look on your face then nodded and pulled your hand back to your side and dropped your gaze to the ground.
“I’ll go and get changed,” you mumbled, quickly walking past him and wiping a tear that escaped your eye, “what’s happened? Has he forgotten we’re together? Or is this his way of breaking it off?”
Confused and hurt, you went to get changed and have a little cry. You couldn’t afford to cry too much though as it would clearly show on your face afterwards, but you allowed a few tears to escape before collecting yourself and heading to the bathroom to touch up your disturbed makeup.
Putting on a brave face, you went back to the classroom and snuck in the back.
Aizawa didn’t even acknowledge that you had arrived and you sat down to listen to the rest of his lecture.
Not once did he look at you and the less eye contact you made, the more you ached in your heart.
From the front of the class, Midoriya was still mulling over the thing he had seen with the lady’s hair when she had shaken Aizawa’s hand.
“Was she involved somehow?” he wondered.
He looked up at Aizawa but nothing seemed amiss with the usual deadpan expression of his teacher.
“I will need to look into it I think. If she did use her quirk on Aizawa it could be anything. It may even be a latent quirk that acts on him later…”
After class, you walked to the front of the room and waited until the students had left, to talk to Aizawa.
Yaoyorozu saw that you were waiting to talk to him and left the room but hid just outside the door in the hopes of being able to sneak a peek at her now favourite coupled pairing.
“Aizawa,” you addressed him as courteously as you could muster without any emotion showing in your voice, “would you like me to take the same group of students tomorrow for the patrol?”
He turned to the board and raised the duster, idly cleaning off the chalk marks.
“I would like to rotate the students so that they all get a chance to work with different teachers and in different areas of the city,” he stated.
“Oh. I see,” you said, feeling that maybe he might be ok now… since he had responded normally to your question.
“Maybe he had felt that the students were still around before and didn’t want to show that we are in a relationship?” you thought, “maybe he does remember that we’re dating?”
“Will we have a chance to talk tonight?” you asked softly, “or do you have work?”
He turned and looked at you with his usual bored expression and your heart twisted.
“We have nothing more to discuss,” he said bluntly and you quickly looked down.
“Ok,” you replied, barely above a whisper, walking around him and heading out the door.
You were in such a hurry to get away that you didn’t see Yaoyorozu quickly hide in the next classroom down and she poked her head out to watch you go, her heart nearly shattering at the things she had heard and seen.
“Are they not on good terms? Did they have a fight? I don’t ever remember seeing anything happen?” she thought sadly, desperately wanting to run after you and hug your broken form.
You left the school grounds and made your way home as quickly as possible but unfortunately the tears had already started to fall as you got half way to home and by the time you reached your apartment your make up was all smeared across your cheeks and you couldn’t see properly because of the tears.
That night you skipped dinner and cried yourself to sleep. What had happened? Why didn’t he want anything to do with you anymore?
Over at the dorms, Midoriya was lost in thought, his brows scrunched with concentration as he sat in the middle of the busy lounge area trying to figure out what he should do next.
“You look like you have something on your mind,” Uraraka commented to him as she walked past, “you’ve been sitting there with that same expression on your face for the past hour?”
“Oh? Have I?” Midoriya asked with surprise as he looked up at her, “I just… something happened today and I can’t seem to make sense of it,” he admitted, going back to his concentrated look.
“What happened?” she asked, sitting down opposite him.
“Well… you know the incident with the hammerhead man?” he asked.
“Well… afterwards, a lady came up to Aizawa and shook his hand. From where I was standing it looked like her hair grew.”
“What does that mean?” Uraraka asked.
“I’m not sure. But I think it was a tell of her quirk? I think she may have done something to Aizawa but he hasn’t changed… so I’m not sure… but I feel like it needs to be investigated.”
Yaoyorozu just so happened to be walking past when she heard Midoriya mention a quirk, and Aizawa,and her ears pricked up.
“Sorry, Midoriya, would you mind repeating what you just said?” she asked politely, putting her tub of laundry down and walking over.
He explained what had happened that day with the guy who was smashing things during their patrol and Yaoyorozu listened intently.
“And this lady came and shook his hand?” she confirmed.
“Yes. After the male had been captured. She walked through the crowd and thanked Aizawa for capturing him, then shook his hand and left.”
“Did anyone else come and shake his hand and thank him?” Yaoyorozu asked him.
Midoriya thought for a moment.
“No… no one else did…”
“That alone is suspicious,” Yaoyorozu mused out loud, “and although Aizawa isn’t appearing like he is affected- to us… I think he might be affected in a way that we can’t see… but others might.”