Early Friday morning you were awake and getting ready for your journey.
You hadn’t slept well at all last night and looked like shit to be honest- black bags hanging from under bloodshot eyes.
“I look like the female version of Aizawa,” you chuckled to yourself as you tried to cover it up with make up, “I’ll sleep on the plane…”
6am, you left to head to the airport. It wasn’t a very long trip, only a half hour and then your plane was due to leave at 9:30am… shortly after the first class had started.
You picked up your coat and grabbed the bag- walking out of the door and off down to the waiting taxi.
Around 7:30am teachers started to make their way into UA, greeting each other as they prepared for the final day of the working week, looking forward to a nice weekend.
Hizashi entered the staff room and walked over to your empty desk, his heart sinking when you hadn’t arrived.
Aizawa entered shortly after and saw Hizashi standing there.
“I told you. She’s gone,” Hizashi said sadly.
Aizawa’s heart started thumping when his eyes fell on the empty desk and he looked at Hizashi then back to the empty desk again.
“She will be here,” he said, more to encourage himself more than anything else, “she wouldn’t be so irresponsible as to leave without warning or handing over her papers.”
“I’m telling you… she has left. I’m going to find out where she lives and go there,” Hizashi said sternly.
“No,” Aizawa said, grabbing Hizashi’s arm, “she will come. Let her be.”
The pair shared a look then Aizawa went to his own desk to do some work before heading to home room.
He didn’t want to entertain the idea of you not coming to school but his mind kept poking the thought with the curiosity stick.
“Has she really left?” he wondered, looking over at your eerily empty desk.
He shook his head and went back to work.
“She is testing us. She’ll come…”
Homeroom commenced and he started taking attendance but still you didn’t show.
Yaoyorozu kept glancing at the front classroom door and back classroom door… but still you didn’t show.
Both Aizawa and her were starting to worry a bit now.
After homeroom had finished Aizawa excused himself and went straight to Principal Nezu’s office.
“Sir,” Aizawa greeted abruptly as he entered.
“Ah! Aizawa, what can I do for you?” he asked with a big smile.
“Sir. I need to ask the whereabouts of Miss L/N. She hasn’t shown this morning and her desk is bare…”
“Oh,” Nezu said sadly, “I am sorry, Aizawa… she asked me not to say anything, but seeing as she no longer works here I am at liberty to discuss her departure…”
The words ‘no longer works here’ struck Aizawa in the heart and he froze for a second, eyes widening slightly.
“She has left… for personal reasons… but rest assured that she will be in a good place. I recommended her to a friend of mine who, incidentally, runs a hero school in America. She has an interview later today and I’m assuming she is on a plane right now- heading there.”
Aizawa felt sick to his stomach. That’s not what he wanted to hear.
“America?” he asked feebly.
There was a long pause then he turned and left the office, walking slowly back to the classroom.
As he walked in, the bell to first class rang and students filed in, taking their seats and sitting down as he stood staring down at his desk.
“Umm… Aizawa, sir?” Midoriya asked from the front row with hand raised, “where is Miss L/N? Is she sick today?”
Aizawa looked up at him then around at all the students and shook his head.
“I am sorry to be the bearer of sad news… but Miss L/N has left UA.”
There was a shocked silence for far too long, that was broken only by quiet sobs from Yaoyorozu.
Aizawa’s bloodshot eyes found hers as she tried to cover her tears by wiping them away quickly but the more she wiped, the faster they fell.
The poor teacher’s heart was wrenched in two. He looked from Yaoyorozu, to Uraraka who was also tearing up, then to Mina who looked heart broken, then Tsuyu who was also fighting back tears.
“S-Sir?” Uraraka asked softly, “why did she leave?”
Aizawa swallowed thickly then looked away, “personal reasons.”
The soft crying from in front of him made him close his eyes and scrunch his nose. His students were precious to him and it hurt to see them like this.
“We must focus,” he said out loud, spinning to face the black board as he picked up a piece of chalk and put a determined look on his face.
He started to teach the class but he couldn’t, every time he turned to face them, the faces looking back at him looked so forlorn- the whole room was filled with a despondency that could only be caused by the departure of a beloved assistant.
Suddenly the classroom door flew open and in fell Hizashi.
“You need to go and get her!” he shouted, “go! I’ll cover class.”
Suddenly, Aizawa was running, he had shot out the door and down the hall within 2 seconds of hearing Hizashi’s desperate cry.
He needed you back.
The whole class needed you.
The entire school needed you.
“Don’t live with regrets…”
Hailing the first taxi to pass the school, he jumped into the back seat and yelled for the driver to take him to the airport.
“If she hasn’t already left. I’ll stop her,” he thought.
Coffee cup in hand, you dragged your items messily down the hall, half throwing your coat up higher over your shoulder as you made your way to the departure lounge.
“This feels so nostalgic,” you chuckled to yourself as you found a seat and sat down, “the last time I was at the airport was when I was headed to America for the teacher’s conference and met…”
You paused and shook your head.
“No… no, we’re not going to think about him today. He is not even going to enter our mind…”
You took a sip of coffee and settled back to wait for the boarding call.
You checked your watch.
It wouldn’t be long now and you’d be on your way to America and, possibly, a new life!
You took another sip of coffee and looked out the large window at the planes coming and going, refueling and getting cleaned.
“Yeah… a fresh start… that’s what I need…”
“Y/N!” You heard the call of an unmistakable male voice and your heart jumped so hard it almost threw you through the roof.