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Aizawa yawned, slowly waking up as he sipping on a cup of coffee. He winced at the taste, but ultimately decided to bear it to get through the morning. He wasn’t a morning person, but unfortunately for him, his work days started at 5am.

“Yo! Shouta!” Hizashi yelled, and Aizawa grumbled slightly under his breath, a headache already building up behind his eyes.

“Hizashi, be quiet.” Shouta hissed, but Hizashi only waved him off.

“Yeah yeah, too early for you I know. Buuuut, I noticed a certain someone got assigned morning shift at the station with us.” Hizashi sang, and Aizawa only nodded, not really listening. He eyed the files in his hands with distaste, but already planning out his schedule, and no matter how much he hates paperwork, he hates falling behind more. It’s illogical and only builds up unnecessary stress.

“-and Midoriya volunteered to take up the morning shift, and honestly, Nemuri is a genius. You’ll need to thank her later-” 

“Hizashi, hold the fuck up,” Aizawa spluttered, hacking as he accidentally inhaled some of his coffee, eyes watering as his mind tried backtracking, but failed as he wasn’t fully paying attention to his friend. “Midoriya? He has morning shift?” Aizawa’s voice did not crack, absolutely did not.

Hizashi’s glasses glinted, and the smug smile he sent Aizawa made the raven haired man’s hands twitch with the urge to smack his friend on the back of his head. “Yeah, Nemuri ended up getting put on a case, and needed her mornings cleared for investigation, so Midoriya volunteered to switch shifts with her.” 

Okay, its fine, this is fine. It’s all good, Aizawa is thirty for fucks sake, he can handle this.

No he can’t, he can’t do this, what if Midoriya tries talking to him? He can barely manage a decent conversation with the younger man as it is!

Hizashi, intentionally oblivious to his friends system overload, cheerfully kept walking to their desks, eyes roaming around in search of green curly hair.

Aizawa takes a deep breath, fruitlessly attempting to gain his composure. He nearly succeeds as he and Hizashi pass by the main corridor in the station, and in the corner of his eye, Aizawa notices green.

Hizashi, notices a second after, and grins slyly as he quickly and quietly steps behind Aizawa, careful not to gain the attention of the man as he waves his hands in an attempt to catch Midoriya’s attention, when he sees Midoriya glance over, he quickly ducks into a nearby door.

Aizawa paused, eyes darting back over to the brief blip of green he saw.

There he was, green curly hair brushing rounded freckled cheeks, bright eyes and even brighter smile.

Then, said bright eyes glance over and locked eyes with Aizawa’s own dark ones. He was gifted with a bright smile, and wave, before the recruit headed off after his mentor.

Aizawa rushed around the corner, covering his burning face with his hands as he leaned against the wall.

‘ Holy shit, he smiled at me, holy shit it was so cute.’ Aizawa internally panicked, before taking a deep breath and trying to get himself under control.

Midoriya only smiled at him, and here he was, thirty years old, and blushing like a high school kid with a crush.

God he was so screwed.

Blush now under control, he quickly downed the last of his coffee, briefly coughing from the bitter taste, before rushing to his desk.

He cast a glare at Hizashi’s sniggering.

Of course, that wasn’t the end of it because Hizashi couldn’t resist trying to wingman.

“Hey, Midoriya!” Hizashi called over to the man the minute their lunch break started, and Aizawa stiffened, shooting a glare at his blonde friend, who flinched, but did not waver. “Hizashi I swear to whatever god you think protects you, my wrath will-”

Aizawa is cut off as green curls came into view, a pleasant smile on a rounded face, freckled cheeks dusted with a light blush. Midoriya Izuku, a new recruit to this areas police force, and Aizawa’s mind went blank.

“Yes, Yamada-san?” He asked, and Aizawa schooled his face best he could, despite the effort, a blush still reddened his cheeks. Hizashi grinned as he waved the man over. 

“Want to have lunch with us?” He asked, and Midoriya blinked, a little surprised, before a flustered smile stole across his face.

“Is that okay? I would love to!” He said, and Aizawa only nodded, voice having failed him. The way Midoriya’s smile brightened caused Aizawa’s heart beat to speed up.

“We don’t mind at all! Right Shouta?” Hizashi askes, grin sharpening and Aizawa shot a glare to his friend, before nodding to Midoriya, hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously though he threw up his mask of indifference, only ruined by his red cheeks, and Midoriya laughs softly to himself at the gesture.

“It’s fine.” Shouta said, quickly closing the folders on his desk and heading to the break room, Hizashi and Midoriya following.

Much to Aizawa’s embarrassment, he could barely hold a conversation with Midoriya, words failing him, or his sentences ending up short, or stumbles through what he tries to say, though Midoriya seemed to not mind it. 

Then, Hizashi told a joke, and got Midoriya laughing, and it was like Aizawa’s whole world stilled. Midoriya’s laugh crinkled the corners of his eyes, and rang out and holyshit Aizawa is so far gone .

Quickly excusing himself to the restroom, Aizawa walked as calmly as he could, the minute he was out of sight he crouched, one hand against the wall, the other covering his face.

Midoriya’s laugh so was cute, and the way his eyes brightened and his smile .

“I’m so hopeless.” Aizawa said, trying to will his bright blush away. It wasn’t fair how everything about Midoriya stole away his focus, and sent his world out of order.

“Is Aizawa-san alright?” Midoriya asked, and Hizashi nodded, grin in place as he chuckled.

It was a wonder how Midoriya hasn’t caught on to Aizawa’s crush yet. The whole police station knew, Aizawa was painfully obvious despite his attempts to hide it.

“He’s fine, but likes to pretend to be all tough and indifferent. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.” Hizashi said, and Midoriya nodded.

‘ Aizawa-san has a nice smile.’ Midoriya thought, cheeks rosy as he thought back to Aizawa’s small, probably unintentional, little smiles he gave throughout lunch.

He would like to see Aizawa smile again.