#neutralizingxgaze

It should have been the most embarrassing day of his life. He’d gotten quite far in the sports festival, into the final match-ups as a matter of fact. He was cocky- a high school student with this much control over his abilities already was tough to beat, and it was easy enough to incapacitate his fellow classmates to get ahead. He just hadn’t anticipated that when he’d been face to face with the boy across from him that his world would bloom into a shocking yellow tinted nightmare.

He’d been so surprised by it, he wasn’t able to recover and had gotten his ass kicked, badly, by the one person who was supposed to mean the most to him on live television. The dark haired teen had even shattered his nose and jaw and as Hizashi looked up at him from the edge of the ring he could see the blood red of his eyes fade back to black and he was smitten.

He’d rather be out there to witness the rest of the event, but right now he was nursing his pride with an ice pack in the clinic. He should have been embarrassed, but was mostly just impressed as his supposed soulmate went on to decimate every other opponent he came across. Hizashi had begged to listen to the broadcast as the lingering soreness of his bruised face throbbed, to hear his other half, a boy by the name of Aizawa Shouta, become the winner of the sports festival.

He’d listened as the announcer gushed about the surprise of a general ed student managing such a thing- and he lay back with an overdramatic sigh and a wince. General Education? He was wasted there… and it meant that Hizashi was going to have a hell of a time talking to him. Would he even want to talk to Hizashi? He hadn’t reacted at all at the intro of the announcer, when Hizashi’s own color punched him in the irises. Maybe he was destined to just be sad and in love with someone who thought nothing of him.

          Shouta, as well as the villain, hear MIC before either of them see him. A particularly low, percussive WAIL sends the opposing party careening into a few parked cars, hard enough to make them jut out at sharp angles where they had once been parallel before. 

“Stay A W A Y  from him--!! ♪ “

           With some distance between himself and the other LEAGUE member, he darts forward to get the Pro Hero. Speed wasn’t his forte, but it was when he had a thirty second head-start... Not that he was worried, anyway. 

Really, the fact that it’s Aizawa is what gets him into such a frenzy. 

“S-Sir!” Midoriya squeaked out, giving a too quick bow and probably giving his back whipflash from the action.