The next day, Aizawa attended his homeroom class, 1-A. Letting out another tired sigh, he slid the door open, and entered the classroom, greeting his class casually.

"Morning," his monotone voice rang through the environment. Immediately, all of the student's attention was focused on him as he trudged towards the podium in the front of the class. Mentally, he let go a sigh of relief when he noticed all of the children were in their seats, already prepared and attentive to class. The twenty students answered  him enthusiastically, a bit too loud for his tastes, reminding him of a certain blonde hero. 

"Today, we're having a special hero informatics class today." 

He noticed the few panicked faces of some (notably those that struggle with their heroics academics), while others were clearly excited with the 'special' class. It was nothing special really, and he couldn't care, as he wasn't the one to be handling the class, this was one of the rare times he was gifted to be able to sleep and use his sleeping back. 

"Code names. You'll be coming up with hero names." 

As expected, the students jump and yell in eagerness, irritating him once again with the volume. He activated his quirk briefly to hint at them they needed to control themselves with the excitement. 

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned the other day. The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend offers to first years like you shows that you are interested in your future potential. These offers are often cancelled if that interest dies down by graduation."

The teacher's eyes glanced towards Mineta's shaking form, before he hit the desk with a fist. "Adults are so selfish." Aizawa ignored him, then waited for any other responses or questions. 

"So we'll have to prove ourselves once we get picked, huh?" the invisible student asked. 

"That's right," he replied. "And here are the totals for those with offers." He pressed a button on the controller he held, displaying the holograms of the bar graph of offers sent to his students.  "In other years, it's been more spread out, but all eyes were on these two this year."

He saw the exasperated reactions of the teens, some complaining about the huge difference in between them and Todoroki and Bakugo. Some were confused why Todoroki was placed first in offers when he had placed second. Others were complaining about others and their low amount of offers. 

"Keeping these results in mind, whether or not anyone asked for you, you will all be participating in internships with pros." 

"Internships," the green-haired boy in the front asked. 

"Yeah. At USJ, you already got to experience combat with real villains, but it will be meaningful training for you to see pros at work firsthand."

"So that explains the hero names," the student Sato stated the obvious. 

"Things are suddenly getting a lot more!" the highly bubbly and over enthusiastic girl replied. 

Ignoring the comments, he continued. "Well, those hero names will still be temporary, but if you're not serious about it-" 

The door slid open beside him right on cue, alerting the ravennette that the R-Rated hero had arrived, knowing this was where he took his leave. 

"-You'll have hell to pay later!" her voice boomed through the classroom, surprising and shocking the teens. "Because a lot of hero names used by students become recognized in society, and they end up becoming professional hero names!"

"Midnight!" the class yelled altogether. 

"Well, that's how it is. So Midnight will be making sure your names are okay. I can't do stuff like that," he announced before reaching down and taking a hold of his infamous yellow sleeping back. 

A flashback went through him. 

"What? You haven't decided on a hero name yet?" his loudass blonde classmate said next to him. 

"I don't want to be on the news, so I don't care what name I have," he blankly responded. 

It was true. He didn't want to be on the news, his type of hero path was already set on paths before he became a pro yet. He had no intentions of being known from the media, then and now. He already figured that he wasn't the type of hero that would outright take on the everyday villains that appeared out of nowhere to stop them, unless where it was the night and there were less people. People swarmed the streets of Musutafu in the hours of daylight, but there was definitely a smaller crowd in the hours of midnight. He took his fighting style and quirk in consideration, as well as how day and night were different when it came to his hero career. 

"All right! Then... you'll be Eraserhead!" 

Stoic and emotionless as ever, his monotone voice replied with "I'll go with that, then." 

He remembered how when Hizashi first came up with the name, and that he had been announced as Eraserhead, most of his classmates had raised their eyebrows. Sensoji, a hard-time bully and an egotistical hero, had laughed at him. Neither did Aizawa notice or care. But it was when he told Y/N that it mattered to him. 

She laughed at first.

It wasn't the same laugh as Sensoji's, but her laughter was musical. It filled his ears with a kind of warmth and pleasantry that he didn't know existed until he heard it. His body would shiver from just a delightful sensation of being the one to make her laugh. It didn't matter if the laughter was with him, or at him, all it mattered was that he was the cause of it. Because her laugh came from the heavens above, it had such a kindness and gentle-heartedness to it, that he felt like that it could be used to make music from it. The way she chucked her head back, and laughed at loud wither her eyes squinted in amusement and her lips turned in a smile, it gave him peace. 

So, when hearing her laughter when she first learned of his codename, he flushed red. Her laughs were still as cherishable as ever. 

"I'm sorry Sho," she giggled adorably. "It's just... it sounds like a really cute name for an underground hero." 

"Not really... All I could imagine is the eraserhead as in the pencil. It was Hizashi's idea," Aizawa complained, but internally, he was glad he could make her feel this way. He continued to look at the smile she had plastered on her face. It was beautiful, she had a mother's tender smile. 

Wait what, mother? 

Shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts he stared at her affectionately, still wanting to confess to her, but he felt as if it wasn't the time. Yet, his heart ached at someone beating to her first while he was waiting for the right time. Y/N was such an attractive and beautiful girl, he couldn't help but feel an envious and unworthy feeling get shoved upon his chest, making his head on his shoulders heavy once again. 

He felt like a lost puppy, always simping to her, he didn't know how to feel about that. What if all of this following would only result in him getting rejected? He felt as if Y/N could have anyone she wanted, with a smile that could make his breath hitch, and a melodic laugh that left him breathless, but a deeper and more beautiful personality than her physical appearance, it suddenly made him feel unworthy. Y/N was such an amazing person inside and out, and his heart ached at recognizing he was just a boring and hard working boy trying to be a hero who didn't even matter all too much. Y/N had so many options to choose from, and he thought that he would be chosen. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, as he looked down shamefully on himself. Y/N was so much more than him, he didn't know if he deserved her at all. She had a huge heart, and always wore it on her sleeves, she was honest and caring, generous and the wholesomest person he ever met. And well, what was he? Just a boy trying to play hero, a boy who didn't have enough feelings to care for others to be a hero, a boy who was powerless with the quirk he was given, and a simple boy who could do nothing but fall in love with his best friend. He didn't have the kind of heart that could match hers, or the same kind of passion, or anything. He was nothing in comparison to her. 

"Hmm, well, that's true. But maybe that's cause the hero himself is pretty cute." Immediately, Aizawa blushed heavily, hiding his face in his capture weapon to not display the redness in his face. Y/N laughed once more. 

"Aww, don't be embarrassed, Sho! It's a cute name fit for a cute boy!"

As if his scarf wasn't enough, he covered his head in both of his hands for safety measures, muttering curses to himself to stop his flustered reaction. 

Stop blushing, or I swear to god I will starve myself today. Fucking... why does he even try to hide it? It doesn't matter, if Y/N was around, he would be in this state sooner or later.

Damn these feelings.

He smiled to himself inwardly. He would have to thank Hizashi for giving him the name later on. 

"When you give yourself a name, you get a more concrete image of what you want to be like in the future, and you can get closer to it. This is what it means when they say, "Names and natures do often agree. Like "All Might," for example," he said. 

After passing out miniature whiteboards and markers, he got himself cozy in his sleeping bag, zipping it up to his neck. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to drift into sleep as he pressed against the wall. 

"Hey Y/N! Hey!" the young boy yelled as he ran towards his best friend and crush. Recently, elementary school had just ended, and the two of them were heading for the school's gate exit, deciding to walk home together since they're houses were in the same block. 

Y/N turned back towards flashing him a smile and stopping as she waited for him to walk side-by-side by her. "You're slow, Sho," she teased at him. 

"No, I'm not! You just always get out early!" he snapped back at her playfully. He smiled a little bit, taking in Y/N's hand, and holding it in his.

At an age of eight, the two of them weren't very familiar with the idea of 'love' or even knew what a 'crush' was. But this sudden beating in their hearts whenever they were near each other and the butterfly touches they received from one another had started since the first time they had met. They didn't understand what it was; they assumed it was an illness, but everytime they came home to their parents, neither of them showed signs of any. They didn't think of it too much, but they've noticed there's a lot of desires that are derived from them when they have these 'symptoms.' Holding hands was a sign of a relationship they didn't know was bound to be formed between the two. 

At this tender young period of their lives, this simple interaction and touch with each other was just them being 'friends.' Not being able to comprehend the situation they had at their hands, they paid little mind to it. Walking home together, hand-in-hand was an everyday thing and something normal between them. Their friendly arguments were also a common thing between them. 

"Because I'm not slow," she went along with the banter.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." 

Squeezing his hand tightly, the two of them walked into a pitch black void, fading into the darkness as they walked further. A bright light then flashed, and he was back at the scene again, except a little older. Y/N seemed to have matured to, and gotten taller. The earlier interactions with each other were repeated, but the dialogue was swapped out with similar frisky quips. This repeated like a cycle, with different changes each and every time the radiating light flashed again. Y/N grew taller, he grew taller, both of them started growing their respective genitals and such. The clothes they had didn't change much, except they kept getting bigger to better fit the two children. They were growing older each time.

But the last time was different. He was in a new place, and in a new set of clothes, a uniform. He would recognize this location anywhere, after all, he practically passed by it everyday. His black hair spiraled along his face as well as his shoulders. His face had no facial features, and his eyes didn't display the usual eyebags. He was definitely younger, but in his teenage years. His uniform was the symbolic UA uniform, with the same jacket, and red tie, and collared white shirt, his black slacks adorning his lower half. 

Students passed by him as he exited the school gates, looking for a familiar person. 

"Y/N." 

"Oh, hey Shota! What's up?" 

"Nothing. I'm just walking you home like usual. Is that wrong?" His usual monotone voice always made her smile, because it identified the person she cared the most. At least, that's what she said. 

"Nope!" 

They walked in comfortable silence between them. Nothing was wrong. Aizawa was starting to think about his current day, wondering how Y/N's was.

"Y/N?"

No reply. Odd. 

"Y/N?" he turned to his side, expecting to see the girl beside him. 

She was gone.