The Quirky Duo

“?”

At first this felt like Hawks was just shooting the breeze with some average person on the street. But, now it was getting a little personal; more than he was used to, anyway. Was this guy high up in the commission or something? Or was he being a dumb, forgetful birdbrain who couldn’t recognize faces?

“I’m sorry, have we met? Like, I’m not asking to be mean or anything, I’m just not entirely awake…”

Now it’s Renki’s turn to be confused. He could sense some tension in the air despite him trying to be as non-threatening as possible. It wasn’t as though he was trying to prod Hawks for information, but perhaps the mere mention of working for the government at all brought to mind the Commission.

“Good to know,” Unzipped, Aizawa rose from his sleeping bag like a zombie from a grave. Her certainly looked like one, with his perpetually disheveled appearance and heavy-looking eyes.

His attention was really caught, however, when she mentioned the villain attacks. He listened, now a bit more intently, to her suggestion. He mused over the idea; UA already had very high-end security, and the students had proven that they could handle most anything any villain could dish out. It wasn’t his call to make, but maybe he should provide his feedback.

“…Since villains are growing bolder, that may be a good idea,” he nodded, “but that’s not my call to make. My students have proven themselves, but it can’t hurt, going forward. Did you have someone in mind?” Herself, he assumed.

Maho finally got the chance to behold Aizawa in all his...glory? Unless forced, he never did put much stock into his appearance, but he looked even more haggard than she remembered. The intervening years seemed to have taken their toll on him too, judging from his new scars.

“Yeah, I figured as much. I didn’t think you’d have the authority to say one way or the other, but there’s no reason I couldn’t at least bounce it off you. That said, while I’m sure you’re teaching them well, there’s the inexorable fact that villains seem to be targeting this school with a rather alarming frequency. Between the USJ incident and that kidnapping, it feels like it’s all building up to something.” She did have her suspicions as to why things were like that, but since they were just guesses she kept them to herself.

“I sure wish I’d actually been allowed to become an actual hero after I graduated from UA. But no, the government had other things in mind for me. Not that it’s a mismatch for me, but the whole ‘being carted around the world with little to no warning’ thing gets old fast.” If nothing else, Renki had enough self-awareness to know that excessive complaining to a stranger was hardly a polite things to do.

“Eh, nothing I can’t handle. Helps that I’m so fast, I can keep up with all the baddies as they all pop up.” Hawks grins. He said this all not to brag, but more to try to assure this person.

“Well, it pays to be optimistic, if nothing else. You’re truly a role model to aspiring heroes everywhere.” Despite the lack of abject enthusiasm in her voice, Maho wasn’t being sarcastic, trying to keep her demeanor professional.

“Perhaps it was a bit overdramatic to put it that way, but do you ever feel like your job is truly done? Is there ever a shortage of villains to fight or people to save?” Maho asked him in return. She wasn’t implying it wasn’t important or worthwhile, but being a hero truly felt like the embodiment of a Sisyphean trial some days.  

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            “Here’s the plan…” His voice was hushed, veering on conspiratorial, as he leaned in towards the other hero. The villain they were going after had been tearing up the area for weeks, rampaging quickly before vanishing into crowds of civilians. Eraser’s idea was to take that comfort away–let his defenses fall and strike on his territory. 

             “You’re gonna draw this guy out, got it? Get him to follow you a few blocks, out to where the streets are wider. I’ll follow from behind and disable the villain when he begins to transform. Whichever of us has a clearer shot will detain him and the other can play people keeper for all of the civilians who don’t know how to mind their own business.”

Having gone to UA back in her younger years, being able to work with one of the teachers there was like a dream come true for Maho. Now, she hadn’t been in Eraserhead’s class, but it wasn’t as though the classes didn’t intermingle at all. As such, while they were still pro heroes, it came naturally to her to defer to Aizawa when it came to the planning stage; her forte was being big and flashy, not tactics.

Ah. That was why she sounded familiar. Mr. Aizawa mused to himself, as he looked her up and down. She probably had a point that sleeping in his classroom would’ve yielded a better nap, but it hardly mattered. He was such a light sleeper, a bird by his window would’ve woken him up. 

“I see, you’re another guest speaker,” seeing as how he wasn’t going to get much more sleep in, he started to upright himself and snake an arm out to unzip himself free, “I’m sure the students will benefit from hearing what you’ve got to say. I’ve got…” he checked the time on his phone, “…another fifteen minutes before my students return from lunch. Do you need something, beforehand?” 

Despite not having gotten many chances to have witnessed Aizawa’s ‘rebirth’ from his cocoon, it always amused Maho to watch it happen. That said, the man really looked like he was more worn out than usual, but she wouldn’t risk insulting him by pointing it out. “Fifteen minutes should be plenty of time, and no, I think I have everything I need.” She was just here to talk, after all, but in the case she did need to use her Quirk, she had plenty of wands on her person.

“And I’m sorry for springing this on you first, but I figure if I’m going to go to Nezu about it anyway after I’m done talking with the classes, you might as well hear it to. So anyway, I’ve been thinking about all the publicized villain attacks on UA, especially on your class.”

Was he really sad over chicken nuggets? no. He didnt even have chicken nuggets and if you looked anywhere you would see no nuggets anywhere. He’s just not gonna tell some random af stranger his issues.

“I actually cant believe you fell for that. No im not sad over nuggets i just dont know you.”

Maho shrugged her shoulders. It wouldn’t be the first time someone used her kindness against her, and she knew it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She didn’t hold it against him that he didn’t want to tell her, but the fact that he lied to her instead of just being honest about not wanting to rubbed her the wrong way.

“There’s many things that are the matter but currently i dropped my chicken nuggets and honestly im so disappointed.”

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“Man, i could use a hug..”

At being poked, the shape inside the sleeping bag started to stir a little bit. Why did that voice sound familiar? It wasn’t a teacher, but Mr. Aizawa didn’t forget people easily. He gave a quiet groan as he flipped himself over to look at the figure who disturbed him.

“I was finished with my work, so I was trying to take a nap,” the keyword being ‘trying’. Really, he had been laying with his eyes open, hoping the despondent mood he was in would pass enough to let him get a few minutes of sleep in, “do you need something…” He looked her up and down, swearing he’d met her before, but a name was eluding him, “…Miss…?” 

As if there had been any doubt whatsoever, Maho’s suspicions had been concerned, this ‘mystery napper’ having just been Aizawa. She couldn’t really tell if she’d woken him up or if he’d just been lying there out in the open. “Sir, I think we both know that if you were truly trying to take a nap, you wouldn’t have picked a spot in the hallway where anyone could walk over and trip over you. Any of the rooms would have been far more secluded and quieter, you know.”

Mr. Aizawa had plopped himself outside of his classroom. He really didn’t like Mother’s Day, and it showed. He always seemed more tired than usual–which was a lot, coming from him–and less responsive that day. 

He gave a deep, melancholy sigh. He didn’t even notice when somebody approached.

It was around that moment that a woman appeared down the hallway, stopping for a bit at the sight of a huge caterpillar slumped on the floor. Maho squinted her eyes, only realizing after a few seconds of staring that this wasn’t a caterpillar at all, but an occupied sleeping bag.

This is a new Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia dual-muse RP blog featuring a pair of OCs. I’m new to the fandom, so I’m looking forward to meeting new people! Not very selective, open to everyone!