aizawa tries his best to teach yagi how to relax. it fails spectacularly
*salutes* this was gonna go a sexy way (like reeelaaaaaxxxx) but then it went crushingly cute so no regrets
Seriously guys thanks for all the prompts
Erasermight prompt #2: No Chill
“Relax.”
The single word was deep and impatientand undeniably an order.
“Of course,” Toshinori saidquickly, like it would help. It didn't. He tapped his foot and thenstopped, glancing around the cafe. What were they doing, again?Slumped across from him at the too-small table, Aizawa let out asuffering sigh.
“We were sent here to calm down, andyou're not even trying,” he muttered into his cup, tired eyesblearily taking in the tiny building and all of its young, sunnyoccupants making the best use of their Friday afternoon.
Friday afternoon was a popular datetime, it seemed, from the amount of gushing, blushing hand-holdinggoing on. It made Toshinori want to loosen his collar and alsoperhaps disappear into a hole in the ground. That sounded ideal,considering who he was sitting across from. Who he couldn’t keep his eyes off of, that was. Then he caught up.
“Wait, sent?” Toshinori blurtedout, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“Isn't it obvious?” Aizawa glancedat him over his iced coffee and then shrugged. “You're toonew to teaching teenagers to smell scheming. Hizashi and Nemuribundled us off on a coffee date to get us away from UA so we wouldcalm down.”
“A d-date?” the older herostuttered, neck prickling from a sudden and swoon-worthy rush ofblood. Aizawa's friends had set them up on a date? That knocked hiswhole world-view out of focus and his poor heart instantly startedpounding, straining against his ribs – how did they know? Did theyknow?
Or were they just putting him out ofhis misery, heading off this stupid misbegotten crush before it snowballed out ofcontrol? Aizawa would have absolutely no problem informing someonethat he had no interest in them in front of a crowded cafe, of thathe was certain, even if the thought made cold sweat streak down hissides. Damn, these UA teachers were brutal. Plus Ultra, indeed.
“They think we're too worked up aboutFinals,” Aizawa continued, like he wasn't aware that the man acrossfrom him was suddenly crumbling from nerves. He sipped his coffeespitefully, if that were possible, ending with a grimace. “I saythey're not worked up enough. Leaning on their Quirks, as always.Irritating.”
“Well, I'm, uh--” Toshinori's mindflew. Recalculated. It was a break for them? “Huh. I'm flattered, I guess --”
“I'm not,” his coworker counteredsharply, dark eyes flashing. He chewed his lip. “It speaks of a lack of regard forautonomy. You can't just send someone away and tell them to changetheir emotional state, especially when it pertains to something sopresent and important. It's arrogant and dismissive.”
“Like you were ordering me to relaxearlier?” Toshinori ventured, smiling somewhat. Daring. Aizawafrowned at him.
“You're just bad at it,” he saidflatly, unfazed. “Literally inept. I've never seen anyone sit sostraight before. You're allowed to let go. You have to, or elseyou'll shake yourself apart.”
“I haven't had many chances to.Relax, I mean,” the older hero admitted after a moment, honest.“It's been ... a long time.”
Aizawa tilted his head and made a flatnoise, acknowledging him (and, unspoken, the tolls that came with asuccessful hero career, the rules painted in hyper-vigilant red and nightsweats), andthat was that. They sat in the quiet together, listening to the clinkof cups and dishware in the small cafe and soothing chatter.
He thought about it: Fridayafternoon date time in a small college town. Studying, talking,snacking, laughing in safety. It was … sweet, and certainly nothing Toshinorihad ever had in his life. He liked it, even as an observer. But then, that described so much of his life it wasn’t really a distinction anymore. Part of being the Symbol of Peace was a life of violence and there was no way around it. Now, today ... it was peaceful, and he was a part of it.
Even if it was just to get them out oftheir (very fashionable and well-kept) hair, Toshinori was grateful to Kayama and Yamada for givinghim this strange chance to just sit with their usually thornycoworker in comfortable silence. It almost gave him the courage toask Aizawa more questions about himself, but later. Much later, lest the thorns come outagain once the soothing magic of the coffee wore off.
“Hm. We could try again,” Aizawaspoke up after a moment, taking a long drag of his coffee andlooking out of the cafe window. Toshinori was momentarily distractedby the strength of his fingers clawed around the cup, the infinitescars toughening Eraserhead's knuckles. The battles he had fought. “When it's not Finals. Whenthere's no scheming.”
“Relaxing?” Toshinori said with avague chuckle, catching up. He didn't have the faintest hope that hewould miraculously acquire the skill just because Finals were over,because who knew what lay beyond that?
“No. Coffee,” Aizawa said with atiny, terse smile, and Toshinori promptly dropped his very large mug and spilledhot tea all over his pants, because, as the kids said – he had nochill. Absolutely no chill.
It turned out, he didn't need chillwhere he was going, which was over to Aizawa's apartment for a changeof pants. There, they found a certain distraction that even Yamadaand Kayama would have approved of – one which made Toshinori feeljust like the young couples at the cafe, straining to hold handsacross homework and around tableware and giggling. It turned out, youdidn't need chill for clumsily kissing each other on a worn-out couch while the dryer hummed in the other room, either, and that was just fine withhim.
okay so i know that everything's been pokemon and homestuck lately but i have a show i want to suggest to you: trollhunters. trust me you won't regret it, despite looking generic it's actually pretty great
maybe ill pile it with star wars: rebels and big hero 6 on top of the “licenced cartoons i need to watch” list
