So, if you've already read some of these things, this is kind of an updated version of the Jozawa sidestories. I'm putting them all in one place and making them less (y/n) central! I'm adding a few things and changing around the holiday pieces to fit the story better.

I'm planning on making a main storyline and possibly little chapters at the end that are like 'switched personalities' where Joue is more like Aizawa and Aizawa is more like Joue. Or if one of them was hit with an age regression quirk. Little things like that.

Enjoy~

Joue's POV

I had settled into my new job at UA nicely and met with some of the 1-A students already, which Nezu had wanted from me as the initial job requirement. In my almost 5 weeks, I had met with quite an interesting character (y/n) most recently, who seemed to have villain problems as well as relationship problems with her family and boyfriend, Bakugo, who I had also met with for anger issues.

One thing that was vastly different about working here was the problems. Learning that (y/n) had been physically attacked by a villain that was threatening all her loved ones was not typically a situation I dealt with at my job. It was strange to hear such horrible things.

I had yet to really speak to any staff in the school or make acquaintances with any one. I had some trouble making friends, that was always a constant in my life. They worry I wouldn't was rather real. Only a few students had made their way to my office. I had the opportunity to paint over that old office with some purple paint and make it much cozier. There were beanbags to sit in, gentle light, and I had put up some merchandise of Eraserhead on the wall with the pointless curtain. It could be covered with said curtain, so I had given it a purpose. In the highly rare event that he even did come to my office, I could cover my wall of his fan paraphernalia. I figured that would not be a problem because I wasn't planning on trying to get a work out around him. That was not a good idea for me. I was almost done moving into the school as well, which was required of the staff to keep security at a high.

I was trying my best to fit in to the school, going with what Nezu wanted to keep from rustling some feathers. I was supposed to meet all the teachers in a formal introduction by Nezu, but he hadn't done so yet. I figured maybe he forgot and I could do that later or not at all. Meeting the teachers meant I had to actually talk to them. Something about adults made me nervous, though when I usually sucked it up and spoke with them it wasn't celebrities. The teachers here were oddly attractive and in a way, famous. I just needed to keep my head down at this point.

I gathered a small box of belongs in my old office to officially set my absence in stone. I glanced around, seeing the office looked smaller and stuffier than I remembered. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I shifted the box to my hip, tugging it out. I had figured it might be my best friend, but the number was no recognizable. I answered, seeing as it wasn't labeled as potential spam.

"Hello?" I asked, pressing the door open. Nobody seemed concerned or intrigued by my walking out. Didn't change from when I had been working there.

"Hi, is this Joue?"

"That's me."

"Hi, this is detective Naomasa Tsukauchi," the voice spoke, "I have become aware that you are the counselor at UA."

"Yes."

Had I broken some weird hero law? Shit.

"I have a case with one of the hero students and an attacker. I would love to meet with you and discuss the idea of working with this attacker in a psychological sense. We have her in custody right now and I thought that perhaps if you had connections with the school that you could work with me. The girl's name is Chouka."

I recognized the name from my meeting with (y/n), knowing that Chouka had attacked her. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing I wasn't in trouble.

"So you'd need me to..."

"Essentially act as a counselor for her, seeing as you work with the victim as well as teens. I'd love to meet today to discuss, I'm going to be in the 1-A classroom for another hour or so."

"Oh, well...sure, of course," I stated. "I can be there soon, I'm currently returning from my old office."

"Perfect, thank you," he stated. We exchanged a few more points before I started towards my car. The wind was blowing cold and I collapsed in the driver's seat with a sigh. I had only been working for 5 weeks now, most of that being training and moving in. It was strange to already have a job outside of the school with a detective. I recognized that detective too, knowing he was a serious one. Apparently she had forgotten all about a few things, become violent, etc. They needed me mostly because I had talked to (y/n), the victim of said violence. Because it wasn't League of Villains issues, I'd be working with a smaller case.

I hurried in when I got back to the school, not having time to drop off my box of files. I saw Nezu leaving the classroom when I got close, catching the door as he was leaving. He nodded a hello to me and I let myself in with a knock. I let out a breath, smoothing down my wind blown hair, realizing my face was slightly red. It was cold outside, and apparently windier than I had thought.

"I'm so sorry, I had to stop by my old office to pick up some things. I missed most of it didn't I?" I asked, walking into the room. I saw (y/n) and her partner Bakugo near the desks, turning back to Tsukauchi.

"That's alright Joue, you'll find out most of it in the car. I'll be going with you to speak to Chouka today if you'd like to go. I'm assuming you know Bakugo and (y/n)."

"That I do!" I replied, letting out a breath. They hadn't come into my office together yet, but meeting with them individually was nice. I could tell, personality wise, that their personalities complimented each other well. They were both working through things together, as well as individually.

"And Aizawa." I glanced over to my left where he was standing up from where he sat. My eyes widened, following a clear route up from his waist to his face as he stood.

There he was.

The box and folders slapped to the ground, my fingers having just let go of them. In my peripheral vision, I could see (y/n) place a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing before coming to pick up the papers with Bakugo. I just felt so nervous standing in the same room as him, both (y/n) and Bakugo knowing I was. My stomach dropped as did I, kneeling on the floor to pick up the papers.

"I--Hello. It's...nice to meet you sir, Mr. Aizawa." I dropped the messy papers on the front desk, avoiding looking at him. I had gotten a clear look at him before dropping all my belongings. I remember the first time media had actually captured him. I had the news on in the background of my college dorm, completing my homework. I caught a glimpse of him, distracting me from my work.

"Woah, he's hot as shit," I stated, my friend looking up from the table. She glanced over and shrugged, not really agreeing or disagreeing. I just shut my lips together, glancing back at the TV.

I certainly know what he looks like and I think my face would be even redder just looking at him. God it was so hot in here. Having a weird 5-or-more-year fangirl crush on your new kinda famous coworker was just too odd of an occurrence to me. I was probably such a weirdo. And the fact I was such a stuttering klutz didn't help either.

"Aizawa is fine," he replied.

"Got it."

"Give me one moment," Tsukauchi said. "I need to make a call and then I'll be right back." He left the room and I just turned my back to everyone, sorting through my now messy papers. I found myself idly fixing my shirt and hair in between.

Aizawa approached me from behind, stepped around to the side of the desk where I was sorting my papers. I could tell it was him without even looking. He was just an attractive presence. On all levels, he shouldn't be attractive and yet he was.

"Do you need help?"

"No, thank you Mr. Aizawa," I said, opening up the folders and placing the papers in their correct spots.

"Again, Aizawa is fine," he replied, insisting I not add any sort of honorific. His last name alone was an acceptable thing to call him, but honestly I was so dreadfully nervous that I was bound to forget again.

"I forgot," I laughed, so painfully awkward it actually hurt to listen.

"So I hear you've been speaking with some of my students, I commend you for that," Aizawa sensei called, trying to hold a conversation with me

"It's...my job," I said, offering a weak smile to around his shoulder. It must be obvious I didn't want to look up at him directly.

"Joue was it?"

Why the hell is he taking so much interest in me? I didn't know the guy personally, but I had adamantly heard that he was far from personable.

"Yup that's my name," I replied, finally mustering up the courage to look up at him. I stopped, realizing just how close he was even if it was about a meter and a half away. That was the closest I'd ever been, it being far different than TV or pictures. I just stared at him full on, feeling my hands curl up into fists. I shrunk gradually away, unable to control the slight shake in my movements. Aizawa peered down at me with confusion.

He had an intense gaze, probably not realizing the impact of his stare. I was painfully aware of how I looked right now, but there was no way of fixing that now. I cannot believe I had embarrassed myself so badly the first time I ever met Eraserhead. He was tall and appeared lanky, but sort of built at the same time. I peered at his mouth resting before he might speak again.

Maybe I didn't know what he really looked like.

"Joue?" My head snapped towards the door. Tsukauchi gestured for me to come along with him. I grabbed the folders to shove them in the box, forcefully laughing again to fill the silence. It honestly didn't matter if they were in order now, I had to get out of here.

"See you kids!" I said, glancing to them. "Mr. Aizawa."

I paused before letting out a disappointed sigh. I had forgotten to drop the Mr. before his name. I followed after Tsukauchi, feeling the three watch me leave.

Well that was a colossal failure.

I ended up heading towards the mental institution that was holding Chouka, the attacker. Tsukauchi tried his best to fill me in on the biological and psychological aspects of the situation. Of course, I had agreed to a dangerous job and I honestly couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Aizawa, which was so embarrassing and cost me an injury. She had launched at me, punching me in the face and scratching my collarbone.

I wanted to help by perhaps figuring out what was going on with her, but clearly I had just gotten maimed and embarrassment myself today. I let out a sigh as I was escorted back to UA. It didn't seem like I was fitting into the job all that great right now. I didn't want this to be another past job, but it seemed that way. Things were moving too fast and I felt like such an idiot. Why would I think I could fit in to jobs like this?

It was growing late by the time I arrived back at UA and upon placing a few things in my office, it became even later when I reached my apartment. I walked back, keys in one hand and another hand over my battered eye. I had a paper towel pinned underneath the strap of my bra in case the scratch on me would bleed. When I reached my door, I fumbled with the keys in one hand as I tried to find the right one. They clattered to the floor and I sighed, bending to pick them up. The door behind me opened and I glanced at it upside down. I stood up quickly, turning around to Mr. Aizawa checking on the slight commotion.

"Joue?"

"Sorry! Too much noise! Keys. Clattering," I said, jingling them in my hand with an awkward laugh. Holy shit, he lived across from me?? How did I not see him during the entire time I was moving in. I didn't want him to see my apartment, it being still messy. He didn't seem to care much about the fact I was making noise or anything, his sharp eyes glancing to the hand over my eye.

"What happened to your eye?" Before I could answer, he glanced down. "Are you bleeding?"

"Oh you know, sometimes you get punched at work," I said. That was the most coherent sentence I had mustered around him yet, and it had to be that.

"Punched? As in Chouka punched you?" I had almost forgotten that he knew all about this. I just nodded, fumbling with my keys again. "Would you like some ice? A bandage?"

"No, no, I got it, it's—I'm—no," I muttered, finding the right key, finally.

"Can you see?"

"Yeah! I do everyday! Thanks though!" I replied, turning to my door with the key out. 'I do everyday.' Genius Joue. I misjudged where the door was, however, slamming into the doorframe. My hand shifted up from my eye to my forehead, my eye remaining closed. I couldn't believe how embarrassed I was, my chest down to my fingertips ablaze with crazy embarrassment. I turned around, mumbling a small 'ouch' as my forehead whined in pain. He took the opportunity to look closer at my eye.

"That's not good," he pointed out, stepping closer and placing a light finger tip on my swollen cheekbone. He looked down at me, his eyes looking at the bruise that was probably there. I nearly choked at the fact he had touched me, just looking up at him like the dummy I was. I was rather tall for a girl, being 5'9 but he was still taller than me at 6'0. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he finally took his finger and intense gaze off my cheekbone. I didn't understand how he could possibly be this attractive. "I'll get ice," he said, dully.

He gestured for me to follow with his hand and I just swallowed the sick feeling in my stomach as I stepped into his apartment. I stayed nearly glued to the doorway as I listened to the slight commotion in the kitchen. He returned with a ziplock back big enough to reach both my eye and the center of my forehead.

"Here," he offered, placing it against my face for me.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

"You can sit here," he replied, gesturing you a chair and I lowered myself to sit. He disappeared again and I glanced around with my good eye. His apartment was neat and tidy, looked kind of like no one lived here. My space was usually neat, but it was sort of miscellaneous and colorful. I wanted to showcase art from kids, little stuffed animals from my childhood, etc. It was a little unprofessional, but it was my house. Mr. Aizawa's home was dark and sleek, like a display space in a furniture store. I could hear him rummaging around before he returned with a bandage.

I pulled the paper towel from my shirt and quickly balled it up in my hand. He looked at me without saying a word, studying the right side of my collar. He took the larger bandage of the few he had brought, opening it up. I just watched his fingers work, unable to speak or keep my face from heating.

"Pull this back," he stated, pointing to my shirt collar and I just swallowed tightly, tugging it aside. He wiped off the spot, smoothing down the bandage for me.

"You didn't have to—" I stopped when he looked at me, paying his full attention. He was close to me, I was in his apartment, and he was still touching me. "Nevermind." I jerked my shirt back up, holding the ice pack tightly to my face. Despite it being cold, I felt like my face was melting.

"Keys," he commanded, holding out a hand. I set my keys in them, careful to keep from touching him in the event I not survive it again.

"It's the one with the pink," I said. I had painted the bow of each of the keys a different color so I could tell the difference. He unlocked my door for me, handing the keys back to me. "Thank you."

"That's no problem," he said. "Perhaps you can catch me up on Chouka and how it pertains to the wellbeing of my students when you're up to it." I felt my face heat up under the ice, even more than before.

"Okay."

"Good, have a good rest of your night," he said simply, turning to return to his own apartment.

"You too Mr. Aizawa." He glanced back around at me and I corrected myself. Maybe I could at least pick up this day a little bit. "Aizawa."

"So you can speak to me, I was beginning to get worried," he said. "Good to know."

He entered his apartment and shut the door, causing me to stare at him leave and consequently the door. I place a hand over my mouth, my keys still hanging from that finger. I hurried inside my own place, my heart beating way too fast to be considered normal.

I was questioning just about everything at this point, wondering why of all people this had to happen to me and why this way. He was so...and I...he...I was truly baffled. Had he just asked to speak to me again? Eraserhead? Speak to me? For a second time? I was a good people reader, but reading his tone was just not something in my skill set. Had he been playful with me or was he just blunt or even mean-spirited? I was beginning to believe the latter, the first just not sitting well in the logical part of my brain.

"Good to know? Good to know?? Dear god Joue pull yourself together," I muttered to myself, pressing the ice pack closer to my face and gripping my keys tightly in my fist.

I went to bed uncomfortable, stressed, and confused. The next morning, I fell flat on my ass with a frustrated sigh. I was still trying to put together this goddamn sofa, but was coming up unsuccessful. The biggest problem was the arm piece, that detached for some stupid reason. I don't know how I had attached the other. My phone buzzed and I picked it up, answering the call.

"How was the first few weeks??" My best friend asked, getting right into the meat of the conversation. Her name was Ren and she was the best person I knew, hands down. She had moved to America for college and stayed there, which was unfortunate for me, but I talked with her frequently and saw her a lot as well. She knew just about everything regarding me.

"Tell me why I don't have a man to build my furniture for me yet?" I asked, tossing the couch arm aside.

"We all wonder those things."

"You have one," I replied.

"Yeah, but I wondered it before," she replied and I rolled my eyes, unknown to her.

"Well frankly you're not going to believe this."

"Oh?"

"I met Eraser yesterday."

"WHAT?! AND YOU DIDN'T CALL ME??"

"You go to bed at 9:30 Ren."

"So?? This is important," she scoffed and I let out a sigh.

"Well I dropped all my shit in front of him and couldn't look him in the eye slash respond to him so I really think things aren't going well for me. Not to mention I got punched by a student this detective wants me to work with."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. I realized I was still sitting on the floor.

"I won't lie, that sucks major balls buddy," she stated and I laughed, finding her reaction to most things humorous. "Honestly, where is this kid. I know you like them but I'll drop kick them for you."

"It's fine, I wasn't expecting much. He did get me ice yesterday for the punch. And he may have place a bandage on me."

"Okay first of all, lead with that, that's the good shit. Second of all, what did we talk about regarding not expecting the best?"

"I know, I know, don't do it."

"I really think if you just try to be around him more then things will work out. Seriously. You're an amazing person and I know things will be