Lately, he's been struggling with his paperwork because of Class 1-A and them being targeted from the League of Villains. It was a stressful time, and paperwork was the last thing he needed to worry about when his homeroom class was being targeted because of the Symbol of Peace they had just hired for this year. No doubt it was stressful- even more stressful than all the Nezu suggested getting a TA for him as all of the students and staff had noticed his worsening eye bags, and he himself had acknowledged that he needed some help. His problemsome class was probably going to give him gray hair at the end of the year. At least he had someone that could manage his student's academics for him, just for some parts. Obviously he would teach them personally, but the work part was all up to his new TA.

He's never had a TA, he didn't need help with controlling his class, that was what he thought anyways before All Might had decided to teach at that school and caused this whole drama. He was too stubborn for his own good to actually let anyone handle his work, after all, he believed in hard work- it's what has got him to this point in life. He didn't believe in getting help because he felt it made him weak and unreliable back then, and he's learned to only rely on himself. He didn't need to depend on others- that already hurted him enough.

He sighed out in frustration, brushing his hair away and twirling and tendril of his raven hair in his callused hands, as his fingers slightly twitched at getting a useless

He only hoped this person was at least competent.

H/N? That was what the mouse had said right? Why did it seem so familiar? He swore he heard that name somewhere; he probably did, but he's never seen that hero on the news in all the years he had monitored it. Maybe it was a newbie hero? A hero that didn't debut yet? No, otherwise Principal Nezu wouldn't have hired her... was she an underground hero like him?

"I'm not surprised you don't know about her! Like you, she's an underground hero!" the principal squeaked, almost like he had just read his mind.

Intellectual mouse beings, he would never understand how he does that.

As they rounded near a corner and turned, the two of them entered into one of the conference rooms. Nezu thought it was best to meet there instead of the teacher's lounge because of the 'professional setting,' and so the other teachers didn't whisk her away before he even had a chance to introduce the new assistant to him. The conference rooms weren't anything grand- just a long table with several seats arranged around it, with a black TV pressed against the wall. Otherwise, it was quite bland.

Brushing his hand against the knob of the door, he twisted it and pushed the door open with his arm as he gazed around the room for his new assistant.

His heart stopped as his pair of obsidian eyes settled on a h/c h/l girl, and immediately his breath hitched at the familiar girl. He knew those e/c gems, the same ones that had pierced his soul one day and lingered on him for years before they disappeared. He knew this girl, it was no mistake of who she was.

"This is-"

"-Y/N."

Nezu smiled, following the female who smiled timidly and waved with an awkward gesture.

"Hey... hey Shota, been a while, hasn't it?"

"Well this is a surprise. It seems the two of you already have some history together. I'll let you two negotiate with one another on your own," and with that Principal Nezu had left the two of them in that room.

He felt rage boiled inside of him as his eyes laid on the shorter hero. How dare she come back?! After all these fucking years she thinks she could just stroll into his life so casually like she hasn't been giving him hell for the past ten years? She had the fucking audacity to come back and show her face like she hasn't been missing for the past decade and act all normal?! She disappeared without reason and whatsoever, and he thought she was dead, he really fucking did. And she came back ten years later?!

"Where the fuck have you been?" he snarled at her, his hands quickly clutching into fists as his mind was racing with just hate and detestment shooting at her.

"Well, I moved away," she said, turning her face. Oh FUCK no, she did NOT have the right to turn away and act guilty like SHE wasn't the one that left.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock! You moved away without a fucking word ten years ago, and you move back here. How long ago did you move back? I bet you stayed here a few years before you started to apply for staff at UA. What, did word get out that your former childhood best friend worked here and you were "Oh, I'm gonna work for UA because of that,"" he said mimicking a squeaking voice as best as he could. He really was too pissed and angry to even care about what nonsense just spouted out of his mouth. "Well wake the fuck up, Y/N I've moved on from you! So leave me the hell alone! You shouldn't have come back..."

Shota ended his little speech by biting his lip, wanting to spit out some insults but knew that wasn't going to get his point across. Not only had she hurted him, but she abandoned him, like Oboro, and it really made him wonder what was the point of friends and made him look really good at reality and the world. Because the world was a lot crueler than any other adult had taught him, and he had to prepare Class 1-A for that.

"I just... I needed to get away. And that's good. I'm glad you've moved on, it will be much better if you have. Also, no, Nezu offered this job and I decided, y'know, why not? It's not everyday you get an offer from U.A. You only live once and life's not that long."

Now she's trying to get his pity and empathy? And trying to act all positive once more, like nothing fucking happened to them? This woman...!

"Get away from what?! What the fuck did you possibly try to ge away from?! I was happy one day and then you fucking left nd now I'm this mess of a person! My life hasn't been fucking right ever since you left! What the fuck could you be running away from?! Did.. did you know I had feelings for you?!" he knew he was making rather bold and irrational statements, but he could care less with the steaming practically coming out of his ears. He just couldn't get himself to care, and was just abnormally furious.

"You decide to throw them away at the chance you get?! Is that what you did?! You fucking left me!" he continued to aggressively rant, fairly close to wanting to smack her.

"N-no, it had nothing to do with you- well, actually it kind of did... but actually it's nothing... it doesn't matter..."

"Tch. It doesn't matter. You're here now. You may be my teacher's assistant but don't you think for a fucking second that I forgive you for leaving. Did you like toying with people's hearts and then shattering them? You don't deserve to be a hero, let alone a teacher at UA."

She smiled. "Hah, you're probably right about that. But don't worry, I won't be a Hero for much longer."

Shota dismissed the odd and last detail as some sort of weird pity thing.

"I hope not. I'm glad you know that. It'll be easier to bring down your hero career when you're already aware of it. You don't deserve to be a hero if you play and manipulate people's emotions like you did to me. Not even an apology. What'd you even rome a hero for, huh? Popularity? Money?"

"Shota, you already know that answer to that."

"Do I? Because I wasn't sure. You played me and broke me. What did you act nice for? DId you pity me because I had a "villain's quirk?" Was it a dare from one of my bullies? You did a good job pretending, I applaud you, you would be a terrific actor. What was all of it for?! Why the hell would you have entered UA for if all you do is become the shit you are like right now?!"

She huffed. "I become a Hero to save people. I told you that before Sho... wait... did you say pity? What exactly was there to pity about you? I was bullied too, remember?"

"Bet you were faking that too. Playing victim isn't going to get you anywhere. I despise you, with every fiber in my being. Don't try to understand or try to sympathize with me, because you can't. You wouldn't know what it would be like to be hurt and crushed by the person closest to you. And don't say my name like that. You call me Eraser, and if it's a must, Aizawa. We aren't friends, so don't act like it."

"Oh right... sorry that name just came out naturally. I won't call you that again... Eraser..." she frowned.

Shota let out a quiet tch, before deciding he needed a nap to clear his head, and to get rid of the growing headache he was having. "Good. Now, don't bother me, I don't want to see your disgusting face."

Meanwhile, with Y/N, her heart couldn't help but ache. She knew secretly that he would hate her, but she didn't know to this extent, like he was intentionally making her life hell- like to make every single day painful, or at least that was what it felt like. It seemed like his purpose of doing all of this, all of the aggressive lashing and the furious and frustrated attitude towards her, like he wanted her to be hurt as much as possible, but she knew that wasn't Shota. If Shota truly hated anyone, then he would be outright ignoring her and pretending like she never existed.

Because it took a lot more to hate someone than to pretend that that person never existed, like they were never part of their life. It meant that person didn't mean anything to them, that they weren't worth their acknowledgement, what was more was that it felt like they didn't exist, like they couldn't be bothered if they died. That was what it would have felt like if Shota truly hated her. Not that she was invalidating his hate, but she knew that he didn't hate her so much entirely to pretend like they have never met and never knew her.

In reality, she didn't know who she was anymore, or what she was doing. She didn't know that Shota teached at UA, she knew that he was Eraserhead, but like underground heroes, she could barely ever hear of him, which she hated. She had always been worrying about the one she loved the most... even though it seemed like those feelings weren't mutual.

She knew she deserved this treatment, after all, she had been gone for so many years, it was only right for him to feel so sour about her sudden appearance. Where had she been all this time? She couldn't tell him that, she wasn't sure if he was ready, if he could have handled it. Or he probably wouldn't care. Maybe he did care but telling him this? Telling him the reason why she was gone all these years? The end result would most likely result in a bigger gap between them, and distance them further, though, maybe that was for the better.

Maybe if Shota hated her, he could take the news more better? Maybe if he continued to hate her, he wouldn't grow attached and learn of the horrible fate that was to come to her? Maybe it would hurt him less if his hatred continued to grow, she knew she had already hurted him way too much. She felt bad, knowing that Shota had done nothing to have deserved it. She knew that she was something to him, whether that was a friend or a lover (though that was just wishful thinking), a stronger pang shot through her chest as she realized what happened if he was just okay with it.

It didn't matter what the end result of her telling him would be, because anything that happened after would only be temporary. Not in the shape her body was in, a constant cycle of slowly self-destructing her own organs and insides, eating away at her from the inside. She didn't know how she was still able to continue hero work, but she wanted to make the best of the little rest of her life she had. She was hoping maybe if Shota didn't know of her existence and if he had forgotten about her, it would be better. But seeing Shota, she didn't know how to feel, her heart was torn from seeing her past lover. She loved him, no, she still loves him, but those feelings would never go anywhere. They wouldn't amount to anything, because she had no future for herself. Not when she only had a few years left. If she told Shota, would he most likely be able to prepare and reinforce himself and his walls so he wouldn't hurt as much? That was most likely what he was going to do anyways. And she hated how either way, she was always going to end up hurting him when in fact she had always loved him the most. The first time she had ever saw him cry was after Oboro's death, and from Nemuri, he had cried multiple times after her sudden absence. That made knots in her stomach tightened as tears began to prick her eyes.

Either way, if he wanted her gone, he'd just have to wait two years, then his misery would end. Maybe then, he'd be happy and be able to move on.

Her teary eyes scanned back to the sleeping man in his sleeping bag, smiling sadly at him as she moved over to him, brushing away a strand of his hair. "I love you so much Shota... and I'm so... I'm s-so sorry..." she stated as her lips trembled. "P-please forgive me... when I have to l-leave you one more time... I'm s-sorry..."