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The thing is, Toshinori worries.
He can’t help it.
Worrying about Izuku, his wonderful, amazing, genius, heart attack-inducing angel of a successor, is basically a full-time job and dedicated hobby these days.
Toshinori is an old man now after all, with an old man’s worries and regrets.
Worries and regrets that he simply refuses to sit back and watch his boy fall prey to as well.
Toshinori doesn’t want Izuku to end up in the same position he’d once been in, alone and lonely and unable to realize or accept being either for the longest time.
Especially since Toshinori knows that there is still an ocean worth of untold hurt in Izuku’s past, knows that there are still scars he doesn’t know the history behind, and flinches he can’t see the origin points of.
Izuku, Toshinori knows with a soft sort of ache that he’s sure will never really go away, had been a lonely child and an isolated teenager long before they met. The training they’d done together and then the apprenticeship and all of the horror and beauty that had come hand in hand with it, had done his boy no real favors on that end.
But now?
Now when things have finally calmed down? Now that Toshinori’s boy has grown into a fine hero and an even finer young man? Now that Toshinori’s own time is mainly occupied by his position at UA thanks to the teaching license Izuku had encouraged him to work for during their apprenticeship?
Now Toshinori refuses to allow that isolation to continue.
If Toshinori has anything to say about it then Izuku is going to make friends with people closer to his own age. If only to keep Toshinori from having to once more confront the fact that Izuku's actual best friend seems to be Gran Tornio if the amount of time those two spend gossiping on the phone together is anything to go by.
And, if all works out, perhaps Izuku will even find a partner.
That’s a thought that causes Toshinori to pause, teacup halfway to his mouth, as he rolls it around and around in his mind.
A partner.
Someone closer, more intimately connected than a friend. Someone with whom Izuku might be able to build a life and one day perhaps even a family.
Toshinori has to take a moment to compose himself, has to turn abruptly to face the nearest window so that the others in the staff room can’t see his expression, as a shiver of excitement and joy arcs through him at the idea of grandchildren.
Yes.
That’s exactly what his boy needs.
Besides, it had been Izuku himself who had helped Toshinori realize just how far he’d fallen after all. Izuku himself, who had made Toshinori realize in stops and starts that he’d cut himself off from the world in so many different ways, had stopped living in all of the ways that truly mattered.
It had been Izuku who had given Toshinori the courage to reach back out to all those he’d driven away. To repair his relationships and to no longer hold himself as an island among men.
To work towards having something outside of his mantle as All Might to look forward to again.
It is simply time for Toshinori to return the favor.
And since Izuku is honestly so delightful and good he can’t imagine that it’ll be all that difficult of a task to accomplish.
Anyone would be lucky, blessed even, to have his boy in their life.
~~~
Toshinori figures it’d be best for him to start small and relatively close to home.
Kaleidoscope is a good hero, within Izuku’s age bracket, and has always seemed more than happy to stop and talk to him whenever their paths cross when Toshinori takes the time to visit Naomasa at the precinct.
They’ve even taken the time to loudly bemoan their own single statuses to Toshinori himself more than once.
So, naturally, when Toshinori walks into the lobby and sees Kaleidoscope standing there, it feels a lot like fate.
Only apparently not.
Not when Toshinori considers the way they go gray-faced and then begin to laugh hysterically when he approaches them about their willingness to have a nice, calm dinner with his Izuku.
A reaction that is, in Toshinori’s opinion, a bit … much.
“Toshinori,” Naomasa says as he makes his way over to his side, coffee in one hand and brows arched high, “what in the world did you say to Kaleidoscope? I haven’t seen them move so fast since the last time Eraser came through here on a rampage.”
“Ah, the Psyren incident, right?” Toshinori asks with a grimace.
“Yeah,” Naomasa doesn’t bother to try and suppress his wince at the memory.
Toshinori honestly can’t blame him. He’d been in the staff room when Aizawa had gotten the call that his own young apprentice had been arrested on “suspicion of villainous behavior” by an officer who had refused to believe young Shinsō’s hero license was real.
The man’s rage had been … palpable.
Come to think of it, Toshinori is pretty sure no one has actually seen that officer since then.
“Perhaps it’s just as well then,” Toshinori sighs, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. “If Kaleidoscope is truly so flighty it would have never worked out anyways. My boy needs someone with a bit more grit to them, I’m afraid.”
“What’re you talking about?” Naomasa cuts in.
“Ah,” Toshinori shakes his thoughts out, “sorry about that. Was lost in thought.”
“Something about Izuku-kun?” Naomasa asks, mouth pulled up in a small smile. “You’ve picked up his mumbling habit, you know?”
“So you’ve told me,” Toshinori tells him dryly, “over and over again. For years now.”
“I’ll stop saying it when it stops being true,” Naomasa reminds him as he always does. “Now don’t ignore my first question.”
“Right right,” Toshinori waves a hand through the air between them. “It was nothing dire so I’m honestly not sure why they reacted like that. I simply asked if they’d be interested in going to dinner with Izuku.”
Beside him, Naomasa abruptly chokes on his coffee.
“You did what?” Naomasa eventually rasps once he can breathe again.
“I don’t want my boy to make the same mistakes I did,” Toshinori explains. “But he’s a great deal shyer than I was at his age. So I’ve taken it upon myself to reach out on his behalf.”
“No,” Naomasa practically gasps, some strange mix of horror and glee in his expression. “Toshinori, tell me you’re joking. You’re trying to matchmake Izuku?”
Naomasa doesn’t wait for Toshinori to actually answer him.
Instead, he just breaks out into loud braying laughter, uncaring of the way everyone around them has stopped to stare.
“Nao,” Toshinori says when the laughter shows no actual sign of stopping, “you’re being ridiculous. It’s a perfectly reasonable idea. I honestly have no idea why everyone seems so intent on reacting so … dramatically.”
Naomasa’s laughter finally begins to die down a bit, the loud braying drifting into something that can only be described as giggle-snort territory.
“N-No wonder,” Naomasa stutters the words out, “K-Kaleidoscope left like y-you set his cape on fire.”
The laughter abruptly ramps back up again.
Honestly, if this keeps up Toshinori is going to end up getting offended on Izuku’s behalf.
~~~
Later, far later than necessary in Toshinori’s opinion, Naomasa finally manages to regain control of himself.
But not until he’s also managed to pull Sansa into whatever delirium has obviously affected him.
Which is how Toshinori finds himself crammed into Naomasa’s office with both of the detectives slumped across Naomasa’s desk and occasionally still breaking out into random laughter.
“Toshinori,” Naomasa rasps out through a laughter-sore throat. “You know I adore Izuku-kun, really I do. He’s … delightful.”
“Sweet kid,” Sansa chimes in distantly, eyes glassy as he brings a hand up to give a thumbs up in Toshinori’s direction. “Fantastic hero.”
“Of course,” Toshinori agrees. Of course Naomasa and Sansa both adore Izuku. Who doesn’t? Who wouldn’t?
“But you have to know that the vast majority of people who’ve known him for longer than ten minutes are all some degree of scared of him,” Naomasa says. “Other heroes included.”
Toshinori pauses.
His eyes narrow.
“What.”
Beside him, Sansa’s fur abruptly ruffles.
“No need to get upset about it,” Naomasa waves him down. “Izuku-kun is just …”
Naomasa trails off as if he’s searching for the right word.
“Objectively terrifying,” Sansa pipes up. “Horrifically and unexpectedly intimidating.”
“There you go,” Naomasa snaps his fingers in Sansa’s direction.
“Izuku is a wonderful boy,” Toshinori objects hotly. “Sweet, considerate, kind to a fault, and breathtakingly heroic. He can be a bit shy and he does tend to get enthusiastic about things that interest him but there’s nothing terrifying about him at all!”
For a moment there’s just silence.
“You really do believe that,” Naomasa stares at him, eyes wide. “By all the gods Toshinori how?”
Now huddling against the side of the desk, Sansa begins to laugh once more.
~~~
“Look,” Naomasa finally says once they’ve all managed to calm down again, “if you’re serious about this matchmaking thing, have you actually talked to Izuku about it?”
“Not yet,” Toshinori admits. “I was hoping to have a date in hand before I brought it up to him.”
“Talk to him first,” Naomasa insists. “At the very least you’ll be able to get an idea as to what he’s looking for in a partner. That should help to narrow the field down a bit.”
And that is, finally, something Toshinori can’t actually disagree with.
~~~
Toshinori pats gently at Izuku’s back with one hand even as he reaches over to take the mug of hot chocolate from him with the other.
“Are you alright, my boy?” He asks as Izuku sucks in a ragged breath.
“Y-Yeah,” Izuku croaks out after a bit. “I’m o-okay. Sorry about that, Toshi-sensei, you just startled me a bit.”
“Quite alright, my boy,” Toshinori reassures him easily enough as he hands over a few napkins. “No harm done.”
It’s silent for a moment as Izuku concentrates on cleaning himself and the table up from where he’s spilled his drink.
“I’ve, uh, not really given it too much thought,” Izuku finally speaks up once everything’s been set to rights again.
“I find that hard to believe,” Toshinori counters. “You give everything thought.”
Izuku flushes just a bit because they both know that’s true.
“It’s true,” Izuku insists as he brings a hand up to fidget just a bit with his hair. “At least not lately? I used to think about it when I was younger, and I had those three months when I was nine where I was obsessed with planning my wedding. But I kept getting frustrated because I couldn’t find the perfect flowers so I ended up researching botany and that ended up taking up another few months. I think I might actually still have the scrapbooks laying around somewhere though …”
Toshinori just sits there, chin propped up on his knuckles, and listens.
Izuku will, Toshinori knows now thanks to years of experience, eventually run himself back around to the actual conversation they’d been having.
“But yeah,” Izuku finally huffs, “I haven’t really thought too much about my ideal partner since then. It just didn’t seem … likely.”
And there it is, another small clue as to the kind of sadness his boy has been holding onto for years now.
Toshinori hates the reminders almost as much as he adores the fact that Izuku trusts him enough to let those little truths slip out these days.
“Well,” Toshinori reaches over to pat gently at Izuku’s shoulder, “give it some more thought for me now, my boy.”
“This is really important to you huh?” Izuku asks him.
“I want you to be happy, Izuku,” Toshinori tells him. “Both on and off the field in ways that I’d given up on until I met you.”
To Toshinori’s fond exasperation but very much not his surprise, Izuku abruptly tears up.
He is, even after all of these years, more than a bit of a crybaby.
“Okay,” Izuku practically warbles the agreement out even as Toshinori reaches over to drag him closer to his side.
His little prince of nonsense indeed.
~~~
It takes another hour or so but, in the end, Toshinori leaves the cafe with a half dozen pieces of notebook paper covered in tiny little scrawl about what Izuku would like in a partner and his boy’s solemn promise to keep thinking about the issue.
Which means that now Toshinori is ready to get to work.
~~~
Except there is, apparently, a startling lack of single individuals to which Toshinori has access.
He’d taken the time to reach out to a few heroes over the phone who he thought might fit Izuku’s standards only to either be hung up on or find his number abruptly blocked after he mentioned the purpose of his call.
Which was, in Toshinori’s opinion, extremely rude.
His boy would never do something like that.
Just as he’d told Naomasa earlier, Toshinori prides himself on the fact that, alongside his many other stellar qualities, Izuku is exceedingly polite. He’d even tracked down a journalist once who’d accidentally hung up on him mid-interview just so he could finish telling them exactly what he thought about quirkless and mutant discrimination in modern society.
So considerate.
Honestly, more heroes should aspire to be like his boy.
Which is why it’s so frustrating to be hitting a brick wall so early into his search.
These heroes and heroines really shouldn’t be so hard on themselves or so easily overwhelmed at the mere suggestion of getting a meal with Izuku.
Toshinori takes a moment to stretch and pour himself some more of the tea that Izuku had specially blended for him before he turns his attention back to his work.
He’s going to find his boy the perfect partner come hell or high water.
~~~
Toshinori gnaws lightly on the end of his marker cap as he stares at the dry-erase board he’d requisitioned from the supply closet.
Initially, when he’d first had this idea, he’d been hesitant to bring his project to UA for a variety of reasons.
But that had been three weeks ago.
Three long weeks in which Toshinori has combed through every hero, sidekick, and a number of police officers he knows to try and find his boy a date only to still, somehow, be empty-handed.
He’s honestly more than a bit offended on his boy’s behalf.
Plus the staff room at UA is one of the only places that Toshinori goes that Izuku doesn’t also frequent. So the chances of him seeing just how much work Toshnori is putting into this entire thing only to have no results so far, except being blocked by half of the heroic population of Japan, is slim to none.
The last thing Izuku and his still precarious self-esteem needs is to see proof of just how many people don’t want to date him.
Not that any of them actually deserve him in Toshinori’s opinion but the point still stands.
So that leaves him where he is now, in the staff room, marker in hand, as he stares at the board and the condensed list of traits he’d managed to pull from the pages Izuku had given him.
“Uh, Yagi?” The familiar voice snaps Toshinori out of his thoughts.
He turns, marker still in hand, to face Yamada.
“Ah, Yamada-kun,” Toshinori nods at the vibrant hero. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yeah,” Yamada bobs his head and, for some reason, finger guns in Toshinori’s direction. “Just got a quick question for you.”
“Of course,” Toshinori prompts him, mind clicking over whether or not Yamada might fit the criteria for his Izuku. It’d be a bit of an odd match as Izuku did specify “please, if you love me at all, no loud and/or explosive blondes” but, well, Toshinori is running low on options. A few of Izuku’s points might have to become … negotiable.
“Just, for curiosity's sake,” Yamada says, hands moving to prop themselves on his hips, “why, exactly, are you describing Shōta on this murder board of yours?”
Toshinori freezes.
Because …
“What?” Toshinori wheezes the word out as he stares down at Yamada in shock.
“I was going to ignore it since I don’t really like to harsh anyone's vibes,” Yamada continues unphased, “but then I got to thinking and I’m just saying, if you’re planning on trying to kill him or auction him off or something you might want to be a bit more strategic and discrete about it. It won’t work but, you know, food for thought.”
Toshinori takes a moment to absorb all of that before he focuses on the most important part of what Yamada had just said to him.
“How did you look at all of this,” Toshinori waves a hand in the board’s direction, “and come to the conclusion that I was talking about Aizawa-kun?”
“Because you’re describing him?” Yamada reaches up to tilt his glasses down enough that he can stare up at Toshinori over the rim. “I think the better question is how did you not realize you were describing him? You see Shōta almost every day.”
“Exactly,” Toshinori agrees. “Which is why I’m still confused.”
“That feels offensive,” Yamada tells him.
“Apologies,” Toshinori offers automatically.
“Look,” Yamada reaches out and grabs the marker from Toshinori, uncapping it and stepping up to the board, “I’ll go over it for you okay?”
Invested now despite himself, Toshinori steps back with a nod.
“So,” Yamada says as he points the marker towards the first point, “hero and/or heroics-related career? I think Shōta gets a double check for that one since he’s both a hero and a heroics teacher.”
Toshinori can’t argue with that or the double check marks that Yamada actually puts beside the point.
“Taller than five foot seven inches?” Yamada moves to the next point. “A little wiggle room there but Shōta’s six foot when he’s not slouching so, check.”
Another mark.
“Not a loud and/or explosive blonde,” Yamada reads off, “again, offensive, but check.”
Another mark.
“Older than twenty-five? Check.” Yamada picks up speed then, marker flying across the board. “Likes animals? If it’s even kinda cat-shaped he’ll try to pet it no matter what, so that’s a big check. Willing to get arrested for the right reasons? Odd, and kind of vague, but we’ve had a bail buddy system going since high school so that’s also a check. Not married, engaged, currently involved in a polycule bigger than three people, or a cult? I have a variety of questions about those points in particular but again it’s checks all the way down. Doesn’t mind staying in? He’s a bastion of boring so check. Good listener? Ears like a bat that one, so check. Fiscally responsible? Pretty sure Nedzu set him up an offshore bank account before we ever graduated so let’s put that down as a check too. Logical? Fucking triple check.”
Toshinori watches the check marks grow with a distant and odd mix of horror and victory already beginning to swirl in his chest.
“Adventurous palate? He’ll basically eat anything you hand him, which can have hilarious results, but don’t ask him to cook. Still, that’s a check. Steady nerves? Again, odd, but he’s basically a rock so check. Enjoys long conversations about the judicial system and the ways it can be improved?” Yamada actually barks out an uneven little laugh at that one. “Get him started and then try to stop him before he’s ready. I dare you. Check.”
Toshinori can actually confirm that one himself. He’s been on the receiving end of Aizawa’s surprisingly passionate, and borderline threatening, rants more than once.
Now that he’s thinking about it, perhaps that should have been a sign that Yamada might actually have a point.
“Nice smile?” Yamada pauses for a moment, darts a glance in Toshinori’s direction, and then makes a very very small check mark.
“Yamada-kun,” Toshinori feels the need to protest.
“Hey, he totally has a nice smile,” Yamada cuts back defensively.
Toshinori just looks at him.
“Well, he smiles? Occasionally?” Yamada corrects. “Either way that’s subjective so I think it should still stand.”
Toshinori thinks about Izuku, thinks about some of the things he’s seen his boy coo and gush over, and can’t help but agree.
“See?” Yamada turns back towards Toshinori then as he waves the marker back towards the board and the small army of check marks he’s covered it in. “You were basically describing Shōta at his core.”
Toshinori is still of the opinion that Yamada might have been reaching a bit but …
Well.
Now that he’s really thinking about it?
“I think,” Toshinori says slowly, free hand coming up to cover his mouth, “that you might have a point.”
“I always have a point,” Yamada replies even as he caps the marker and tosses it back to Toshinori. “Sometimes it’s even a good one.”
“Aizawa-kun does seem to fit the criteria,” Toshinori is talking more to himself at this point than Yamada. “Plus I know his mettle. He’s got grit, unlike the others. And if things go wrong I know where he lives and works.”
“Ominous,” Yamada pipes up from beside him.
“Right then,” Toshinori declares. “That means there’s only one thing left to do.”
Toshinori puts the marker back onto the board’s tray, turns on his heel, and marches towards the sofa in the corner of the staff room where Aizawa’s currently curled up in his sleeping bag.
Yamada is, of course, right on his heels.
“Aizawa-kun,” Toshinori calls once he’s within arm’s reach of the sofa. He knows full well that Aizawa isn’t actually asleep.
“No,” Aizawa’s muffled voice answers.
“Please,” Toshinori insists, “you don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“Is anyone dead? Currently dying?” Aizawa asks without even bothering to unzip the bag. “Is it about that board you’ve been glued to the past two days?”
“No, no, and yes,” Toshinori answers in order. “Yamada-kun made an excellent point that you seem to fit all of the necessary criteria.”
“Not interested,” Aizawa seems to scrunch down even further into the sofa.
“It’d only be for an evening,” Toshinori begins to present his case, more than aware of the fact that the entire staff room is now watching them. “Just a few hours out of your time even if things go poorly. You’re skilled, mature, reasonably attractive in a certain light, and have a fortitude that is apparently distressingly lacking in many heroes these days. I think this actually has a chance of working out.”
Everyone and everything seems to pause.
Aizawa unzips his sleeping bag enough to squint up at Toshinori.
“Yagi, what,” Aizawa practically bites the words out, “exactly, are you talking about?”
“A date,” Toshinori says.
He does his best to ignore the way that their audience makes audible sounds of surprise in the background.
“I’d rather piss glass,” Aizawa announces.
“One dinner,” Toshinori presses on. “That’s all I’m asking. Just one evening of your time. I assure you, if you give him a chance my Izuku will prove himself to be more than worthy of your time.”
“Izuku?” Aizawa questions.
“Ah yes,” Toshinori smiles just a bit, “you’d probably know him better as Dekiru.”
A pause.
“Bullshit,” Aizawa responds.
“Again, I assure you,” Toshinori tells him earnestly, “it’s not. Izuku’s a bit shy but I’d be delighted if you’d let me set you up on a date with him.”
Around them the entire staff room erupts into chaos.
~~~
It takes Toshinori a bit, and liberal interference from Yamada, to actually wrangle an agreement out of Aizawa but the point is that he actually does it.
Now all that’s left is for him to confirm the time and place with Izuku himself.
~~~
“D-Did you say Eraserhead?” Izuku asks, voice faint and expression dazed.
“Indeed I did, my boy,” Toshinori confirms happily. “Young Aizawa is a bit intense at times but I really do think you two will hit it off if given the chance.”
“Eraserhead,” Izuku mumbles to himself again, expression still distant. “The Eraserhead.”
“My boy?” Toshinori calls him.
“Eraserhead,” Izuku just stares off into the middle distance.
‘Perhaps’, Toshinori thinks to himself as he pulls his phone out and gets busy texting the details to Izuku for later since he shows no sign of actually coming back to himself any time soon, ‘things will go even better than I expect’.
~~~
The date is set for that Friday evening.
Toshinori has the honor and pleasure of watching over video call as Izuku attempts to both find something to wear and not work himself into a panic attack over his hair simultaneously.
He can’t help the way an ocean of pride and affection wells up inside of him once his boy is actually ready to go and is fumbling to end their call.
Hopefully, this date will go well.
Even if things don’t work out between Izuku and young Aizawa, maybe it will, at the very least, go well enough to give Izuku the confidence to try again.
Either way, Toshinori will pray for the best outcome.
~~~
Toshinori finds himself attached to his phone for the entire weekend despite the fact that he doesn’t actually hear from Izuku.
Which is either an excellent or terrible sign of how things went.
Toshinori is actively praying for it to be an excellent sign.
He’s not looking forward to having to call Gran Torino down so he can help him drag Izuku out of his home office and away from the cold case files again if his boy has spiraled down into depression over a horrible date.
He will, Toshinori eventually decides, give it until Monday evening. If he hasn’t heard from Izuku by then he’ll know that, one way or another, it’s time for him to step in again.
Whether or not that means he’ll be showing up to Izuku’s with a congratulatory fruit basket or Gran Torino in tow remains to be seen.
~~~
Toshinori admits to being more than a bit anxious by the time Monday morning rolls around.
He might have resolved to give Izuku until Monday evening but Aizawa will surely be at work today no matter what.
The man is notorious for not missing a day for anything short of an act of Nezu or active unconsciousness. And even then it tends to depend.
A date, good or bad, isn’t likely to keep him out of the building.
Except, Toshinori has to admit as he watches the clock click closer and closer to the start of classes with no sign of Aizawa, he might actually be wrong about that.
“Have you heard from Aizawa-kun?” Toshinori asks Yamada.
“He sent me a string of emojis not even I could figure out sometime Saturday afternoon,” Yamada admits. “None of them seemed like a cry for help though so I figured everything was okay.”
Just then the staff room door slams open and everything goes quiet.
Because Aizawa steps in.
Only …
Only it’s Aizawa like Toshinori has never seen him before.
For one he’s not in his normal outfit.
Instead, he’s wearing a much too short, and startlingly familiar, t-shirt that says ‘pajamas’ across the front and a pair of green Dekiru sweatpants that show off a great deal of ankle above his normal combat boots.
His hair is somehow both glossy and windswept.
His eyes aren’t bloodshot.
And his skin is practically glowing.
“You!” Aizawa practically snarls, one hand coming up to point directly at Toshinori.
Toshinori just raises a hand to point at himself in confirmation.
“Yes you!” Aizawa confirms as he stomps into the staff room and directly up into Toshinori’s space.
Aizawa is, Toshinori can’t help but notice, limping just a bit.
“Aiza-” Toshinori starts.
“No!” Aizawa cuts him off. “You don’t get to talk right now.”
Toshinori’s mouth snaps closed with a click.
“One date you said,” Aizawa reaches out to fist a hand in Toshinori’s shirt front. “Just one. It’ll be a simple dinner, no big deal. Just a few hours out of my day. That’s what you said right?”
“Ye-” Toshinori’s cut off again as Aizawa shakes him just a bit.
“I haven’t been back to my apartment since Friday morning,” Aizawa declares. “Dinner turned into dessert and then coffee and then the next thing I know he’s making me breakfast in bed Saturday morning.”
There’s a loud round of noise from the others in the staff room but Aizawa doesn’t seem to notice.
“I spent the entire weekend at his apartment,” Aizawa grits the words out, something almost feral in his expression. “He cooked me three meals a day and I had snacks, Yagi, snacks! Last night I slept for nine hours straight because he made me chamomile tea and gave me a massage. He flew me here this morning because we overslept! Goddamn you, I’ve never been more rested in my entire life.”
Off to the side, Toshinori can hear the distinct sound of Yamada desperately trying to contain his laughter.
“It went well then?” Toshinori manages to get the question out.
“Well?!” Aizawa shakes him again. “He’s picking me up this afternoon and he’s going to make nikujaga. I think we’re going to co-adopt a cat. I don’t know what you made him out of but he’s not human, Yagi.”
Aizawa practically shoves himself away from Toshinori, turns to limp towards his desk, and snatches up the small duffle bag he always keeps there.
Then he turns and limps back towards the staff room door.
“None of you assholes are going to be invited to the wedding,” Aizawa announces before he slams the door behind him.
For a moment there’s silence.
And then the staff room once again erupts into chaos.
Yamada is literally on the floor.
Toshinori just stands there in the middle of it all torn between being shell shocked and victorious.
His boy’s date had obviously gone well and Aizawa had seen just how sweet and good Izuku is.
Toshinori feels as if he’s entitled to give himself at least a small pat on the back.
Although he might hold off on dropping by Izuku’s apartment for a bit longer.
Maybe for a week or two at least.
Until then he can’t wait to brag to Naomasa about how well his plan has obviously gone.