A quiet, introspective mha eraserhead chapter where Aizawa confronts memory, attachment, and the weight of fifteen years.
Seeing her again unsettles Aizawa in ways he never planned for. Fifteen years later, familiar rhythms and old instincts resurface at UA. He clings to professionalism while the past presses closer than he’d like. Some attachments are harder to erase than others.
Chapter 2: The Boy She Loved, Fifteen Years Later
Aizawa Shota – Present Day POV
He feels her before he sees her.
It is absurd, but the moment he steps onto the training field and senses movement at his left shoulder, his body recognizes the presence instantly. Fifteen years is nothing when the imprint was carved deep.
Jessaline Shimizu stands beside him, arms crossed, scanning Class 1-A with bright, assessing eyes. She wears her hero costume in dark blues and teals, practical and sleek, hair tied back with teal streaks catching the sunlight.
She looks older. Stronger. Confident in a way she never was as a teenager.
But the smile on her lips when she greets the students is still Jessa.
He looks away quickly, focusing on the clipboard in his hands.
He does not have time for this.
He takes a breath, drops the clipboard, and launches into his usual opening line.
“This is going to be your Quirk Apprehension Test. Whoever places last is expelled.”
Jessa snorts loud enough that several students turn toward her.
Her arms fold tighter. “Still dramatic as ever, I see.”
He ignores her, but his ear twitches slightly. That used to make her laugh.
She rolls her eyes in a very exaggerated, very intentional way.
He pretends not to notice.
Inside his chest, something old shifts.
Jessa POV – Watching Shota Work
She forgot how terrifying he is when he teaches.
Aizawa hovers behind Midoriya like a stormcloud during the ball throw. The students sweat, tremble, whisper frantically about expulsion. She smacks her gum and mutters to herself, “Classic Shota.”
Bakugo glares at her. “You know him”
She smiles. “Unfortunately.”
When Izuku launches the ball and injures his finger, Jessa steps forward on instinct before she remembers her role is to assist, not interfere.
Aizawa erases Midoriya’s quirk with a glare. “If you break yourself every time, you cannot be a hero.”
Jessa watches carefully.
He is harsh.
But never careless.
Izuku looks devastated.
She aches a little for him.
Shota POV – A Flashback Triggered
The moment Midoriya sets his jaw to try again, something punches through Shota’s chest.
He remembers another rooftop.
Another student determined to improve.
Her voice, bright and hopeful.
“Again. I want to do it again. Please watch.”
He remembers her quirk spiraling out of control.
The air cracked with water pressure.
His hair plastered to his face from the splash.
Her startled giggle.
He remembers that too.
The present slams back into focus.
Jessaline stands behind him, watching Midoriya with concern.
He forces his attention forward.
He cannot let himself drift into memory.
After the Test – Hallway Scene
“Still dramatic as ever,” Jessa says once the class disperses. “Threatening to expel teenagers on day one. Very inspirational teaching.”
“It works,” Shota replies without looking at her.
“It terrifies them,” she says.
“That is the point.”
She crosses her arms again. “You know, there are other ways to teach.”
“I am aware.”
“You could try one.”
He finally turns to look at her. Something unreadable moves behind his eyes.
“Do you need something, Shimizu”
The formality is sharp enough to cut.
Her throat tightens. She hides it with a smile. “No. Just checking if you still have a pulse.”
His expression does not move.
She walks away first.
Her heart is bruised and she hates that she still feels it.
Jessa’s First Class
The Rescue Tactics class is completely Jessa.
Warm. In control. Confident in the field. Students lean in when she speaks because her energy draws them.
She teaches them how water pressure can cut through debris, how moisture in the air can reveal structural weakness, how rescue ops require calm minds before powerful quirks.
Midoriya lingers after class, shy and fidgeting.
“Um. Shimizu sensei. Your quirk is really amazing.”
She smiles. “Thank you. Yours is too.”
He flails. “I broke my finger.”
“Great heroes break things all the time,” she says with complete seriousness. “The trick is growing strong enough to break fewer bones later.”
He laughs nervously. “I will try.”
Her gaze softens. She sees something in him. Something big and raw and earnest. She recognizes the weight behind his eyes.
She wonders how much All Might has told him.
Probably very little.
The boy is drowning in secrets he does not understand yet.
She decides she will look out for him.
Not because All Might asked.
But because the kid reminds her what hope looked like at fifteen.
Aizawa in His Sleeping Bag
She finds him between classes, curled inside the neon yellow sleeping bag like a disgruntled caterpillar.
His hair sticks out in every direction. His face is soft with exhaustion.
She nudges him lightly with her foot.
“You really can sleep anywhere, huh”
He cracks one eye open. The expression he gives her is groggy and unguarded.
“Some things never change,” she adds.
A huff of laughter escapes him. Quiet. Genuine.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Guess not.”
He realizes the slip immediately.
His face hardens. His shoulders tense. His voice goes flat.
“Do you need something, Shimizu”
There it is again.
Her smile falters for half a second. She covers it with a shrug. “No. Just checking that you had not died in there.”
He stares at her with unreadable eyes.
She leaves first.
He watches her go.
He hates that he watches.
Shota POV
He waits until she turns the corner before allowing himself a breath.
Seeing her again feels like being pierced slowly.
Painful.
Unexpected.
Unavoidable.
He remembers the rooftop.
Her laugh.
Oboro’s teasing.
The moment she told him she loved him.
The moment everything fell apart.
He is not ready for her to be here.
He is not ready for the past she brings with her.
He repeats the mantra again.
Stay professional.
Do not get attached.
Do not let her close.
It worked for fifteen years.
It will keep working.
He hopes.
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