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As much as Aizawa despised to admit it, the USJ wasn't his first encounter with Shigaraki. Their original meeting was slightly more concerning, and that was saying something.
Aizawa threw out a tendril of his capture weapon after the man, grinning slightly after it wrapped around his target successfully. Tugging the villain closer, he began to speak.
"Did you seriously disintegrate an entire arcade just because you lost at Pac Man?" In Aizawa's opinion, it should be illegal to commit crimes after midday.
The young man scoffed.
"It pissed me off.”
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “So you decimated a whole building?”
The young man shrugged. “It had it coming.”
He looked down at the fabric restraining him with a bored expression.
“If I were you, I’d let me go before I could disintegrate this.”
The hero scoffed, “No way in hell, kid.”
“Your loss.”
He smirked, and grabbed the capture weapon with both hands. His smile, however, faded the second he realised that nothing had happened.
“Wha-”
“It’s my quirk. Sorry, kid, the only place you’re going is the police station.”
The man hissed in annoyance.
Keeping his eyes on the villain, he slowly began dragging him in the vague direction of Tsukauchi's department. (Totally not as revenge for the time he'd lied to Aizawa about getting him a cat, that would be petty.)
At first it seemed the villain had accepted his fate, but the second he noticed Aizawa's eyes straining, a wide grin spread across his face.
"Struggling to keep your quirk active, Eraserhead?" He taunted, digging his heels into the ground just to be annoying.
The hero ignored him, keeping his focus on his quirk. If there was one thing he didn't want to do, Aizawa thought, wincing as the young man threw a pebble at his right eye, forcing him to blink. It was that.
He paused for a second, waiting for a response, before sighing in relief when the villain gave no outward reaction.
He readjusted his grip on his capture weapon and was preparing to start dragging the man away again when he noticed a heavy blush on the aforementioned man's cheek.
"Ah, fuck."
Meanwhile, Shigaraki Tomura was having a minor sexuality crisis.
The second the hero had winked at him, it was like a veil had been lifted and Shigaraki had finally seen the man clearly, and god was he grateful for that.
Aizawa finally blinked, for less than a second, yet it was still enough time for the villain to escape his capture weapon.
Glancing between his destroyed support item and the slightly concerning (read: Very, very fucking concerning) villain, it wasn't a difficult decision for Aizawa to make.
If anyone asked what happened that day, the hero would say he made a tactical retreat.
"Shit, Aizawa-Sensei, that's some awful luck."
The man chuckled.
"Yeah."
"I guess the USJ does make a bit more sense now, though. He fanboyed a concerning amount."
Aizawa groaned, "Seriously? I thought he'd have gotten over it."
The teenager chuckled sympathetically. "You poor man."
"Shut it, Problem Child. I've still got one more reason left. This shit was the final straw."
"I'm guessing it's why you wear goggles now."
"And a few other reasons, but yes."
Aizawa was very offended when Stain tried to kill him. In reality, the hero killer wasn't actually trying to murder him, but it sure fucking felt like it.
"Is there anyway I can convince you to piss off to the depths of All Might themed hell from which you came from, or is it too late?"
In response to Aizawa's perfectly reasonable question, Stain drew another blade to replace the one the hero had kicked away earlier.
Slipping into a defensive stance, he picked up part of his capture weapon and allowed a cocky smirk to slip into place.
"Ignore the other hero; your fight is with me now."
"I'll get around to him once I've taken care of you." The villain responded, certainty practically dripping off of his voice.
"You say that as if it would deter me." Aizawa skillfully dodged the slash aimed at his neck, ducking low and throwing his scarf at the man's legs, successfully unbalancing him.
He'd just managed to pin him when a hidden dagger broke the skin just above his brow, dripping blood directly onto Stain.
"Shit!" Aizawa cursed.
It wasn't until his whole body froze that he finally figured out the man's quirk.
"Well, at least you put up a fight."
Before the hero killer's blade could embed itself in his shoulder, Aizawa activated his quirk and rolled out for the way.
"I'm not going down that easily." He hissed, winking unintentionally as blood dripped from the open wound into his eye.
Stain froze, giving Aizawa the perfect opportunity to wrap him in his capture weapon until he looked vaguely like a murderous cocoon. (The chance was, unfortunately, that he wouldn't turn into a beautiful murderous butterfly.)
"A… A true hero." Aizawa prayed to every God he believed in that he'd misheard the villain.
Wisely, he opted to ignore the man's words and simply dragged him over to the nearest police station.
It wasn't until several weeks later that he'd been notified of the villain's breakout.
(He'd given up coffee for a month, just so he could force himself into unconsciousness so he didn't have to deal with the bullshit that was life.)
"Damn, you met Stain?! I guess that's one thing we have in common."
Aizawa gaped in disbelief. "Excuse me?"
Oblivious to his teacher's turmoil, Midoriya continued.
"Yeah, with the internships. I think it's really admirable that you managed to capture him all by yourself."
The student paused, as if considering.
"Say, he doesn't send you fanmail, does he?"
Aizawa blinked widely, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes?" His voice was questioning and very, very concerned.
"Oh, thank fuck! I was terrified that I was the only one, you know?"
Aizawa, who's letters had some… questionable things (the occasional love confession) in them, was immediately on alert.
"What sort of stuff do they say? You can trust me if it's anything gross, kid." He placed a hand on his student's shoulder.
"Ew! Ew, god! No, nothing like that." Midoriya faked a gag.
"No, he just talks about killing everyone who's hurt me, and breaking out of Tartarus to take care of me and take my father's place. Why, does he write about romance to you?"
Wisely, Aizawa chose to ignore the last part of the teenager's statement.
"How did you even meet? When did the letters start?!"
Midoriya tilted his head in thought, "Well, we met when I beat the shit out of him during our internships and nicked his credit card. As for the letters" He drifted off.
Midoriya picked up the letter addressed to him, almost buzzing from excitement. He never got letters, and this one looked pretty fucking interesting.
Despite his high energy, he somehow managed to keep the envelope in decent condition as he opened the piece of paper covered in writing.
"Little hero," He read, before gently placing the paper down.
Midoriya:
Hey, hypothetically, if a dude who tried to kill
me a little bit sent me a letter, should I read it?
:Nezu
I would suggest against it without proper adult supervision. :)
The student turned off his phone; if Nezu was going to be boring, Midoriya wouldn't be around to listen to it.
He picked up the letter and read as quickly as he could.
He got the main gist pretty easily; Stain was glad it was Midoriya who took him down, blah blah, He wanted a list of everyone who'd ever hurt him, Midoriya barely resisted rolling his eyes, he wanted to adopt him. Now, that made the teenager pause.
'What the fuck' He mouthed.
Unfortunately, the letters didn't stop there. Thankfully, however, they were a little more… contained.
When Midoriya found a brand new pair of his favourite trainers on his window sill, stuck in place with a (very high quality, mind you) knife, it didn't take a genius to figure out who it was.
(As much as he hated to admit it, he was very grateful for the shoes. And the knife. He kept the knife.)
"He still sends letters sometimes, but I'm mostly concerned about how easily he broke out of Tartarus."
Aizawa nodded thoughtfully.
"That does make sense, but also kid, what the everloving fuck."
"Language!" The student quipped, completely disregarding the many profanities he himself had used during their lovely heart-to-heart.
"Plus," He added on, "At least I didn't wink at a two hundred year-old man who's job is to be evil."