Shota Aizawa · Y/n story by @itsitsuko66

The conference room hummed with the low murmur of professional voices. Y/n stood at the head of the polished table, a holographic schematic of a grand ballroom rotating slowly in the air before her. She pointed to a service entrance on the display.

Y/n's Second-in-Command

The main risk is the guest list. Half the pro heroes in the city, plus politicians and donors. It's a security nightmare.

Y/n nodded, her expression the picture of focused control. Her phone, face-up on the table, lit up with a new message. Then another. And another. The previews were all from her mother, the words "dress fitting" and "the Hayashis are expecting" visible with each new notification.

Hizashi Yamada

HEY, HEY, HEY! Look who I found lurking in the lobby like a grumpy, over-caffeinated shadow!

Hizashi Yamada, voice hero and beacon of uncontainable energy, stood in the doorway, one arm hooked firmly around the shoulders of a very reluctant, very tired-looking Shota Aizawa.

Hizashi Yamada

They need experienced heroes for the gala security detail, and I just volunteered us! Isn't that great?

Hizashi beamed, completely oblivious to the way the air in the room had frozen solid. Y/n's hand, which had been gesturing at the hologram, stilled. Her notes slipped from her suddenly numb fingers, scattering across the polished tabletop. Shota's usual deadpan expression flickered, his dark eyes widening a fraction as they locked onto hers.

Hizashi Yamada

Perfect! You two used to work great together back in the day. This'll be just like old times!