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gglitch1dd · 10 months

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You Know your Work

Teacher Aizawa x Student Reader

Request: @camilosimping: Hi! Sry if it's too much for you to take another request, I saw you took a lot of them. I was wondering if you could do professor aizawa x fem student, who just got a pretty bad grade.

A/N: Hey babes! I can't tell how much I wanted to cry writing this. Sorry for the long wait. I had to do some other things and my IRL was getting a bit hectic but its better now. I really hope you like it!!

Warning: This is NOT romantic or sexual in anyways so don't get that idea. This is a comfort piece. Also, Reader cries and its okay to cry.

Aizawa was walking around handing back papers. You were silent as your leg moved up and down underneath your table. You had studied so hard for this test and yet when you were writing it felt as if it handed your ass back to you. You were so worried. You really did your best, you tried doing everything you could, taking breaks and not cramming in last minute so you really hoped for the best.

You swallowed down hard as Mr Aizawa walked over to your desk. He placed the paper face down in front of you before moving on to Midoriya who sat behind you. You closed your eyes as you slowly touched the paper. You prayed hard to the heavens hoping that they were in your favour. Carefully you turned the paper around.

48%

You paused as you stared down at the number in front of you, hoping that the longer you looked at it, the numbers would swop themselves. You felt your heart sink as you looked at the number. You instantly felt numb as you weren’t even sure you could breathe nor make a sound.

“Sero,” Denki said outloud turning to one of his best friends as he held his paper. He shook his head with a laugh. “How’s it looking?” He said.

The dark-haired hero in training put a grimace on his face. He shook his head. “Not looking good.”

Denki nodded his head as he looked at his paper. “Yah, not looking good.”

Momo let out a displeased hum as she nodded her head. “Yah.” She spoke as she turned her paper back around with a disappointed look. “I was really hoping for a 95 this time. I can’t believe I got an 85.” She stated almost as if it was the worst thing in the world.

Denki and Sero widened their eyes as they looked at one another. He looked back down at their papers. They grimaced.

You felt yourself shrink into your blazer as you forced yourself not to cry. Everything and everyone around you felt almost as if they were too loud or too quiet. It was all too much for you. How could you have failed? You tried so hard this time. You really did. You tried your best. Of course, you weren’t perfect and maybe if you spent a bit less time on your phone you could have gotten more hours in, but you tried.

You really tried.

You bit your lip forcing yourself not to cry as you opted just to look out the window and silence out the rest of the class.

Soon the lessons came to an end, and you all had an hour before training at the end of the day. You were slow and the last one to pack away your things. You swallowed down hard, trying to think what you would tell your parents. You closed your eyes, willing yourself not to cry as you stared at the ground heading out of class.

“L/N.” You paused at the use of your family name. You turned back to see Mr Aizawa standing with his arms crossed as he looked at you. You swallowed down hard as you turned around fully, forcing yourself not to frown at the sight of him. Of course it wasn’t Aizawa’s fault you failed, but you really didn’t want to see the teacher of the subject that you fail right now. He motioned for you to come forward and that is what you did. You swallowed down hard, willing yourself to try and stay as stoic as you could be. He let out a breath.

You knew what he was going to say.

Try harder. Do more exercises. Read more. Focus.

The same shit everybody tells you.

“You know your work.” You froze at the statement as you looked at him with wide eyes. He turned to the stack of papers he had and shuffled through them before finding yours. “Your answers… when I was marking them, they showed that you know your work.” He stated truthfully as he took a step forward, his dark eyes on you as he spoke. Although he looked as stoic as ever, borderline emotionless, you could tell there was genuine appreciation behind his words. “I can see when a student knows their work. You just need a bit of an extra push with your answers. Its almost like you know the answer but you’re only giving half of it.” He explained putting your paper back down.

He put his hands in his pockets and let out a breath. He could see you weren’t totally convinced. He didn’t blame you. He saw how you reacted in class and he noticed it throughout the day as you barely interacted with the class or the activities. He frowned slightly, dark eyebrows pushed together for a moment before easing.

“How about you start doing the extra exercises at the back of the textbook and you send your answers to me. We can work through them together and help get your answers to where they need to be. Hm?” He put on a smidge of a smile, more than you would ever get from him. “You’re a good student, L/N. It’s important you know that this exam doesn’t change that.”

You scowled, your jaw vibrating as you tried to stop yourself from crying. You lower your head in front of him, biting back whimpers and sobs. You quickly wiped your eyes as you couldn’t stop the tears no matter how hard you tried. “I’m sorry.” You let out with sniffs. You knew that Aizawa would hate you for crying. You were to become a future hero, you didn’t need to cry. You sniffed as you couldn’t stop the sobs. You couldn’t stop the tears as they came bubbling out of you.

You felt a hand on your shoulder making you suck in a breath. You looked up to see Mr Aizawa, as serious as he always was, with his arms open, offering you a hug. You paused for a second taking it in, before feeling your emotions overcome you once more.

You walked into the hug with a sullen look, looping your arms around him as you clutched onto his black shirt and tried to stop the only intensifying sobs that racked through you. Aizawa wrapped his arms around you as he rubbed your back. You cried only harder. “I-I… I-”

“Breathe.” He reminded you calmly. His hair smelt like jasmine shampoo and you were pretty sure that you were letting tears into his hair but he didn’t seem to mind.

You took a deep breath to stop your hiccupping, letting it out again. You took another breath. “I-I really tried th-this time, Sensei. I promise.”

He rubbed your back soothingly. “I know, kid. I know. You did your best and for that, I’m proud.” He reminded you. Aizawa stood there and let you cry into his chest. Let you cry until you weren’t even sure where you were. Together he would help you get to where you wanted to go. But right now…

Now you just needed him to be there with you.

-Glitch1d

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freywrites1928 · 1 year

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Aizawa x Student Fanfic || (student is 18)

TW: student teacher relationship, smut

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Part One:

“Oh, yes! Right there!” I moan out as his tongue sweeps expertly over my sensitive clit.

“You like that, huh?” His deep voice whispers over my core. “You’re so wet for me, and just from a few licks. What a little slut.”

With that, he brings up his hand, looks me in the eye with a dark expression, and inserts two long fingers as he continues his work on my clit.

“Mmh, fuck…” I hum as I keep my eyes on the gorgeous man between my legs.

“Yeah, that’s right. Keep your eyes on me, I want to see your face as you come undone from just my fingers and tongue.”

He begins to pump his fingers faster, in and out, in and out, curling them slightly so they brush against my g-spot with every pass. He keeps his eye contact as he brings his thumb up to aid in his assault of my clit.

“Oh, yes. Yes! I’m so close!” I manage out as I try to maintain our eye contact.

“Yes, that’s a good girl. Cum for me darling. Cum all over my fingers and tongue like the good little slut you are.”

“Yes. I’ll cum for you, please don’t stop! Right there! Yes. Yes!”

“OW!” I’m suddenly jolted awake as I feel a slight sting on my forehead. “Did you just flick me?” I look over to see the purple haired menace grinning back at me.

“Well yeah, I had to. I tried calling your name a few times, but you wouldn’t wake up. We’re almost there.” Shinsou points out the window.

I look over him, and sure enough, our bus is driving down the dirt road that took us to the annual camping grounds. Man, I really don’t feel like enduring this camp for a whole week. And boy, am I pissed right now at Toshi and his shit ass grin for waking me up from such a beautiful dream,

“Ouch!” He yelps as I suddenly flick him right back on his forehead. “Jeesh, would you rather I have let you continue moaning like that for the entire bus to hear?”

“Yes, actually I would. You couldn’t have just waited 3 more seconds?” I try to angerly whisper yell at him, but it came out as more of a laugh. His grin spread again and soon we’re both laughing like school children. With an over dramatic sigh, I lean over to rest my head onto the shoulder of my best friend. We are silent for a few moments, looking out the window.

“So, was it me in the dream? Because you know, I could sneak into your tent one of the… Ouch!” He yelps as I once again flick him on his forehead. “If you continue to do that, you’ll leave a mark!”

“Good, you deserve it.” I state as I lean back onto his shoulder. Strong, muscular but not too bulky. I look at my friend. He’s handsome, well built, and we get alone great (which I can’t say about most people I interact with.) And not to mention, we can relate to each other’s struggles that come with the burden of having mind based quirks. All this put together, and it was only natural that we sought out a relationship that was more than just basic friendship. Though, we both agreed from our first time together that it would only be friends with benefits and nothing more.

At first, I was skeptical because anytime you hear about a friends with benefits situation, it always turns messy. Not with us though. I find it almost strange, our friendship has remained the same and neither of us have caught romantic feelings or have gotten jealous or anything. We are truly just best friends who help each other out when we get horny or need physical comfort. Or at least, we were that way.

After our last hook up, about a month ago now, I told Toshi it was the last time. Of course he rolled his eyes, because I always say that when I get crush on someone. The way I figure it, even if we aren’t bothered by that sort of thing, most other people aren’t going to go for a girl who’s sleeping with someone else. Usually, the crush I have goes no where since I don’t ever actually talk to the person I’m crushing on, so it fades, and I’m right back to Toshi’s bed.

Not this time though. It’s been a month, and I’m still firm on my resolve, because this crush is definitely not going anywhere anytime soon. I can tell Toshi’s getting a bit frustrated. He acts calm and cool all the time, but he’s really just an awkward dope who also has trouble connecting with other people. As a result of that, he doesn’t know how to approach people in a ‘seducing’ type of way so now he’s bordering on sexually frustrated. Since I’m not there to help him out, he doesn’t know what to do. I find it funny. Him, not so much.

My head is still resting on the purple haired boy’s shoulder, as the bus continues to rumble along the road, passing by the beautiful forest scenery. I look into his eyes a moment, since that’s all the time I need to activate my quirk.

I immediately regret it.

“Oh my god!” Why are you thinking about that at such a peaceful moment!” I whisper yell as I pull out of Toshi’s mind. “I was sitting here reflecting on our wonderful friendship, and you’re over here thinking about the time you tied me up with your binding cloth! You pervert!” I shove his shoulder to emphasize my disgust.

“Hey now!” Toshi retorts. “You were the one having a sex dream and moaning right next to my ear just minutes ago. What do you expect! I am a guy after all.” He tries his best to look innocent but his mischievous eyes and slowly emerging grin ruins it. “And besides, I’m not convinced your dream wasn’t about me, so I’m not doing anything wrong.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re so full of yourself.” I say as a lightly punch him in the shoulder, earning me a real smile from him in return. “But, you should know, it really wasn’t about you.”

“Oh yeah Mia, then who was it about this time?” Toshi grins and raises his eyebrow at me, but the smirk I give him wipes his face blank. “Nope, never mind. I do not want to know.” He looks back out the window.

“Oh, but you were so eager to find out a second ago Toshi!” I taunt as I lean over and whisper in his ear. Just then the bus comes to a halt as we’ve finally arrived at the campground.

“No, I wasn’t that curious. You can keep it to yourself.” He nervously states trying to avoid looking at me.

The door of the bus opens and we see someone walk on to address the students.

“Calm down now.” A deep, tired sounding voice sounds through the bus. “Gather all your things. Everyone from all classes are going to meet in front of the main operations building.”

Toshi is still not looking at me as I lean over and whisper in his ear yet again. “You mean you don’t want me to tell you that person in my dream, the one that made me moan so hard even while sleeping…” Toshi finally looks over at me in what can only be described as agonizing despair and slight disgust. I look up towards the front of the bus, and Toshi follows my gaze, and we see him staring at us both. “…was your favorite mentor…” Toshi shakes his head trying to make the image that is no doubt forming go away as I proceed to smirk at the rough, dark haired man at the front of the bus. “…Aizawa sensei.”

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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hi! so i was wondering if i can request a oneshot of class 1a & platonic aizawa or just a platonic aizawa (which ever is easiest for u!) x GN reader where the reader received massive burn scars/just scars in general that covers half of their face and arms? just real angsty and fluffy :)

Angst and fluff coming right up <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: burning, mentioned blindness, depictions of blood and injury...

Aizawa and 1-A x Student Reader (Platonic) - Scarring

The students of 1-A had heard about your accident during the entrance exam. That's why, when you walked into the room, you'd heard hushed whispers invading your ears, the class looking at you curiously.

Your face is covered in thick makeup, but your application is good, so it doesn't smear or melt, and it doesn't look cakey.

It still doesn't do a whole lot to hide the horrific scarring, though.

You had been collecting points like everyone else during the exam, when suddenly everything turned dark. You were still conscious, and still moving, but you were trapped under a robot that had caught fire and shut down, and your ribs were close to crushed.

Everything hurt. You still remember the pain clear as day as your ribs got that much closer to puncturing your lungs, blood seeping from your mouth as you vomited. You were surprised to find that the screaming you could hear was coming from you, desperate wails echoing under the huge tin can, too heavy for you to lift.

Your flesh was burning and the smell reached your nose and travelled along the back of your throat, drawing more vomit from you as you clawed at the gravel beneath you. You're not sure who had plucked you out from beneath the rubble of the malfunctioned robot and the brick wall of a house that it had taken down with it, because by then you were unconscious.

The following few days, you had not left your home. Not once. You hadn't even left your bedroom or so much as drawn the curtains.

Your self esteem was forever crushed to rubble.

The burn and cut scars stretched over your left arm and your neck, reaching your cheekbone in a pattern that seemed some sort of mix between tiger stripes and lighting burns, and they had turned a paper shade in comparison to the rest of your skin, as opposed to darker like, for example, Todoroki's scar.

It almost looked like some kind of vitiligo instead of rough scarring, because Recovery Girl had been so quick to attend to you.

You had never stopped being so grateful to her.

By your first day, you were recognised as the kid who'd been crushed at the entrance exam, and every time someone's eyes landed on you, you'd get horribly self conscious, wondering if they could see the discolouration on your face.

That all changed though, when you had actually started to make friends.

And it makes sense that the first people you made friends with were Shouto and Izuku. Their scars gave you a little more confidence that maybe you weren't so hideous, and it was all in your head.

You and Shouto had bonded over the similarities in your scarring, sharing stories of how they happened and how they affected the both of you, and then you found out that as you were now blind in your left eye, so was Shouto. Or at least sort of. He retained some of his sight, but his vision had been impaired, whereas your eye had been crushed by the metal of the robot that had trapped you.

And Izuku, he always knew the right thing to say. He played a vital role when it came to you accepting what happened to you, and assuring you that noone thought any less of you with the assurance of your fellow classmates. He was a real big help, and his kind and inspirational words had you rethinking the way you saw yourself a lot.

However, sometimes there were days when you looked in the mirror and saw a ghost of who you used to be, and what you used to look like. Memories of your mother taking your, then, unharmed face into her hands and calling you beautiful flashed before your eyes, and led you to having bouts of depression where you would skip class because you had gotten so self conscious.

Aizawa Sensei had thought you'd made peace with the change, and trauma of what happened. Looking back on it now, he could see that he was clearly being naive. He thought you were just skipping class because you weren't so sure about being a hero anymore, or you just didn't care. The thought had him angry, to say the least.

He knocked harshly on the door to your dorm room, hearing a few sniffles coming from the other side. Were you upset? Maybe you were sick?

His suspicions were confirmed as you opened the door slightly, revealing just the corner of your face as you looked up at him with a tired, puffy eye.

You had been crying.

"... What's wrong? Why weren't you in class?"

"... 'sorry-"

"-That's not an answer."

You were shocked silent. You didn't expect him to look so angry with you, but you couldn't face the world like this. The comments you had received at the Sports Festival had absolutely crushed you. People could be so cruel sometimes, it's like they don't even realise that they were talking about a kid.

Finally, you broke into little cries, closing your eye and bumping your head against the door softly, feeling so tired and lonely.

"I can't take it anymore- I just wanna look normal- I don't wanna be ugly anymore- did you know that everyone at the Sports Festival was calling me ugly?! I'm sixteen! There are posts on the internet talking about mine and Shou's and Izu's scars! I just want them off my body, it's not fair!-"

Shouta's heart sinks to his stomach. Your voice is wet shaky, and your words get caught in your throat. For god's sake, he can hear the heartbreak and vulnerability in your sobs. He had failed to protect you. And not just you, but Izuku and Shouto as well? He's such a failure.

He knows the world can be a cruel place, and even though he can teach you to be strong in body, you were still kids, and it was his job to keep you safe from that kind of negative attention. You were kids. You didn't deserve to be judged like pedigree dogs. At least not yet. It's stuff like that that crushes young people's self image.

His shoulders dropped and you looked down at you with a worried expression, slowly pushing the door out of the way and enveloping you in his arms. He feels soft, and secure as you cry into his shirt, sniffling and hiccuping while he rubs your back comfortingly.

"If you tell anyone I hugged you I will deny it. But... Don't worry about what insecure people on the internet are saying, because they must truly be dissatisfied with themselves if insulting teenagers makes them feel better. One day, their life will be in your hands, and they'll regret what they said."

The comment about denying the hug happened actually pulled a little laugh out of you, and you felt much better as he comforted you. Your tears slowed to a stop and your breathing evened out, and once you had calmed down, Aizawa had freed you from his awkward hug.

The world seemed just a little brighter than it did before.

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fr4nk-1e · 1 year

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"I'll save you as many times as I have to"

Aizawa Shouta x depressed!Reader

genre: angst, fluff at the end

words ≈ 1.1 k

warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, relapse, self-harm, platonic teacher x student, please let me know if i forgot about something!!

It was getting bad again. Each day you were more and more tired. Each day getting out of bed was bigger challange than the day before. You wished you could sleep forever. Going to sleep, you wished you won't wake up in the morning. You wished you were never born. You wished you never existed. You wished you were dead.

It wasn't a big suprise that sooner or later you relapsed. And, oh, worse than ever before. Your thighs were hurting when you were walking, either your arms when you were writing something in your notebook. You had to exercise in a long sleeve, which wasn't very comfortable, but you had no choice. You didn't want anyone to notice.

You were trying to hide it for all cost but he noticed anyway. It's not like you weren't trying hard enough - he's always noticing. How could he not? He's your teacher. He sees you every day and he's very observant, especially when it comes to you - nothing can hide from him. And he cares about you. A lot actually. And he's also very, very worried. So, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't hide anything from him. You knew that, but it couldn't stop you from hurting yourself anyway. The urges were just too strong.

The bell rang and before you could pack your things his husky voice reached your ears. "Y/N, please stay in your seat."

You didn't move an inch as your body froze in place at his command. "He knows". Your mind filled with dark thoughts immediately. Your heart pounded in your chest like a hammer and your breathing got heavy and irregular. You started panicking. "He knows. He knows. He knows." You couldn't think straight. It's not like you thought he wouln't ever notice - of course you knew he'll do it eventually. But still, you weren't ready. It's not something you can get ready for.

Your hands starts shaking and you didn't want him to notice, so you hid them under your desk. When he sat in front of you he could see the panic in your eyes. It's not like he did't know you were hella stressed anyway.

He was sitting in front of you, penetrating you with his intense gaze, and you were looking away, afraid to meet his eyes. He cleared his throat wanting to bring your attention, but it didn't help, so he started speaking.

"Listen... You know that I know, right?" you noded. "Then why are you hiding this from me? You know you can tell me anything. I'm your teacher."

You swallowed nervously. "I know, it's just..." you were still looking away, staring blankly into space, nervously playing with your fingers. "It's hard to talk about it, to open up..." you were speaking in a quiet voice, almost whispering.

He sighed. "Please, look at me." you finally turned your head to look at him, blinking a few times to stop your tears from escaping your eyes. "It's not our first time having a conversation like this, is it?"

"I-It isn't..."

His hands reached under the desk to hold yours gently, then he looked deep into your eyes. "You are not alone. I was here for you back then, I still am and I always will be. I promse." he was speaking in a gentle voice, yet you could hear it close to cracking. "Please, talk to me."

"I'm s-sorry..."

"You have nothing to apologize for." he tried to reassure you. "Tell me... Is it bad?" you noded. "Can you show me?" you shaked your head.

"I don't want you to see, Sensei..."

"Okay, that's okay..." he sighed again before continuing. "What happened? What triggered it?"

"It's, umm..." you sniffled softly. "I don't even know what happened... I thought I was doing fine, then getting out of bed started to be a real challange and I kept getting more and more tired each day... I just became too tired. I could't take this anymore."

"Why didn't you seek help?"

"Because..." your voice almost cracked. "Cause the voices in my head kept telling me that I'm worthless..." another tears fell from your eyes. "Kept telling me that no one cares about me. Kept telling me that I don't deserve help... That I only deserve to suffer. T-They still do..." you were trying to hold yourself back from bursting into tears but failed miserably, so you hid your face in your hands. Aizawa stood up quickly and handled you a tissue box.

"There, there... It's alright." he sat beside you and rubbed your back soothingly as you wiped your tears away. "Let it out. It's okay to cry."

That's what you loved about Aizawa-Sensei the most. He never judges, he never tells you to stop crying. He just lets you relase your emotions and is patient while helping you to calm down. No one was as understanding as he. That's why you trusted him.

"Those voices are wrong. Don't listen to them, please." he said when you finally calmed down. "You're important. And your feeling are valid. Don't let anything make you think otherwise."

"I-It's not like I can control those voices..."

"I know, I know... Just..." he grabbed your hand again and looked into your eyes. "Don't let them make you believe it. Don't let them hurt yourself again. Can you promise me that?"

You swallowed nervously. "I-I can't promise I will stop harming myself, but... I can promise I'll at least try."

"That's some kind of a start. Remember, small steps matters." he smiled softly and rubbed your back, looking into your eyes. "Do you need a hug?" when you noded, he gently wrapped his arms around you procetlively. You slowly wrapped your arms around him too, hiding your face in his chest. "There..." he gently rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." his chin rested on the top of your head and his grip around you tightened.

You melted into his embrance then mumbled softly. "Thank you for everything, Sensei..."

His hugs were always so warm and comforting. Being in his arms you knew that his words weren't only an empty promises and that he really meant what he was saying. You felt so stupid for not coming to him earlier... But you didn't want to blame yourself, you didn't want to think about what you regret. By his side, in his arms, you wanted to think only about getting better. You promised it to him and you didn't want to disappoint him. Even if he couldn't ever be disappointed in you.

"You don't have to thank me, kid. That's what I'm here for. I'm a hero after all. It's my duty to save people..." he paused for a second to tighten his grip around you again. "I won't let you down, Y/N. I promise. I will save you as many times as I have to."

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crowborn666-writes · 1 year

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Care

(Depressions kicking my ass so I’m back again with therapy Dadzawa. Dunno why it took me so long to realize there’s MHA Wikis, but they’re a lifesaver.)

Shota Aizawa x Teen!Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Platonic

Summary: The hole just seems to get deeper and deeper, but your new teacher seems determined to pull you back out.

CW/TW: mentions of bad past, reader feeling guilty about eating, mentions/descriptions of anxiety, Mineta (he doesn’t do anything, he just exists 🙄)

Other info: reader has a established quirk(one I see myself having tbh, I call it Shadow Morph), possibly poorly written sparring scenes

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“You haven’t eaten.”

“Not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since we brought you here.” He pressed, voice and actions gentle as he scooted the plate a few inches closer to you. A part of him wanted to cross his arms, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well with you, so he kept them loose and resting across his knees.

“…Not hungry.” You spoke again, albeit a bit more hesitant this time, your eyes flitting across the light meal that was set in front of you.

Shota could only let out a worried, exasperated sigh. The police were good at their job sure, but with you they had their suspicions pointed in the completely wrong direction.

Simply, you’d been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where you were trying to avoid the villains in the area, the ones who were on the scene thought you were with them.

It took Shota a long time to get them off your back, even longer to convince them to let you go with him.

You had recently graduated middle school, and in one of your less pressuring conversations with him, had told him how you applied to a hero school and was denied. How your parents weren’t exactly the best. How you felt you didn’t fit in with anyone, and the few friends you did have left you once school was done.

Basically, you were stuck on where to go, practically in a pit made of loneliness and unknown directions.

He thought back to those conversations, wondering just how deep this hole you’re in went. Clearly, it was worrying, if you were seeming guilty about eating.

“…You said you wanted to be a hero?” He piped up quietly, watching your fingers begin to inch towards the plate.

He didn’t press further on the subject of food, knowing even a few millimeters of movement towards it was still progress.

“Yeah… even if it’s a support or underground hero. Wanna help people.” You mumbled, tentatively picking up one of the banana slices and taking a small nibble.

The small bit of relief took some of the tension out of Shota’s aching shoulders.

“What would you say to joining one of my students’ classes? You can show off your abilities there.”

“Don’t you have an extra student to train already though…?”

“I do,” Shota’s smile at seeing you finally eat a bit more stayed hidden behind his scarf, but it definitely met his eyes, “but his progress is going smoothly enough to where I don’t have to always watch him during his training, and if your abilities are good enough you can train with each other and grow even more.”

You nodded quietly, eyeing the buttered toast that had been made for you with a bit of hesitance, wondering if you’d be able to stomach it.

Shota then stood from the table, movements careful as to not startle you.

“Eat what you can, I won’t push any more today. In the meantime I’ll fix up the couch for you.”

“Thank you.” Your quiet call following out of the kitchen, your fingers picking up the slice of toast you’d been eyeing.

Your night was fitful, to say the least. The unfamiliar environment and uncomfortable couch made it hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. You sworn in your half-asleep haze at least two times Shota had wandered over to glance over the back of the couch to check on you, one time even adjusting your blanket that had gotten tangled in your tossing and turning.

Somehow, though, you’d managed to fall asleep for more than twenty minutes. You awoke later to the sound of Shota in the kitchen, the sound of a coffee maker reaching your ears. Rolling over, you glared at the clock on the coffee table, reading 6:20 in the morning.

Figuring trying to fall back asleep would be fruitless, you sat up, rubbing at your tired eyes as you stood to wander into the kitchen.

“Morning.” Shota spoke as he turned to you, placing a granola bar on the counter for you before he turned to grab a mug from the cabinet.

“Good mornin’.” You yawned, not thinking twice as you grabbed the granola bar off the counter. Next thing you knew, Shota had a glass of water next to you, turning to pour his cup of coffee.

Your anxiety had crawled up to your neck as you and Shota walked towards a building called Gym Gamma. Shota explained that students often trained there with Ectoplasm and Cementoss, since the Pro Heroes could create concrete structures and fake Ectoplasm’s for them to practice against.

You were dreading the possibility of a grand entrance as Shota opened the gym doors. You trailed behind him, and despite him not making any sort of announcement to get his students’ attention, all eyes naturally fell to him.

Oh god, were you pale? Were you sweating bullets or is it just hot in the gym? You had to be sweating bullets and pale as a sheet. Your entire body was tense and—

“Alright class, I need your attention for a few.”

You already have their attention!

You watched with trembling hands and a gaze that soon locked onto a very specific pebble that had been dragged in as the class of about twenty students all gathered around, their attention wavering between their teacher and you.

“This is (Y/n). They’re going to join today’s class to show off their abilities, to see if they’re good enough to join the hero course.”

A rough voice called out, your gaze flickering up to spot a blond with a rather annoyed look on his face. “Does this school really have time for this stranger?”

Before your thoughts could drag you further into your metaphorical pit, Shota spoke up almost instantly.

“As heroes we should not only save people from disasters, but we should try to help them in low points of their lives. If they aren’t cut for the hero course, we will find something else for them to strive to achieve.”

No one else heard it, but from your right you could’ve sworn you heard Ectoplasm mumble something about Aizawa being a softie.

One by one, you were introduced to the class, all except for a very short, purple haired boy. But you didn’t say anything, figuring there was a reason given Sero immediately slapped some tape over his mouth just as he opened it.

One student rose her hand, Tsuyu, if you recalled correctly. “May I ask about your quirk?”

“Oh good call, Tsu!” Denki piped up, “I wanna know too!”

From Shota’s gentle prompting, along with the kind gazes of Izuku, Ochako and a few others, you began to explain your quirk to them.

Without your quirk, you’d be too slow, too weak to be much of use. But with how you’ve developed your quirk, you were able to push and pull yourself and others to your advantage.

You could create shadowy tendrils from your back or limbs, able to pull and push yourself as needed, able to wrap others up to restrain or throw them. With enough focus and energy, you could even slip through shadows, adding to your dexterity.

Your voice would waver, going in and out with volume, your mind hissing with all the words people told you about your quirk.

Not very heroic.

Scary or worrisome.

Too dark.

You didn’t say those thoughts out loud, of course, but they were instantly swept away when Izuku started rambling.

“That’s so cool! Are you able to morph your entire body into shadow or just parts of it? Can you move only through shadow that way or can you move anywhere? Is it like Tokoyami’s quirk where light—“

“Midoriya.” Shota cut him off, the green-haired boy giving a sheepish smile as a few others sighed in unison.

“Sorry, Mr. Aizawa.”

You figured this was a daily occurrence.

It wasn’t long after that the training resumed, the students easily falling back into their routine. Shota had you go up against one of Ectoplasm’s copies, just for you to warm up and get used to using your quirk in a fighting style rather than an aid like at home.

You were too focused on blocking or dodging attacks to really notice a few students glancing your way, not even Shota’s, who no doubt had his gaze moreso on you than anyone else.

After your warmup, you turned as Shota called out. “Asui. I’d like you to pair up with (Y/n).”

Nervousness rising, you watched as Tsuyu hopped down from the cement towers, right down next to you.

“(Y/n), Asui’s here is fairly quick with her movements, I want you to try your hand at capture. Asui, I want you to do your best at dodging and blocking (Y/n)’s attacks.”

“Got it, Mr. Aizawa!” She replied, turning to you with a smile and a soft ribbit, “Good luck to you!”

“G-Good luck to you too!” You stammered, getting into stance as she hopped a distance away from you.

“Go.”

Shota wasn’t lying when he said Tsuyu was fast, it was like she was made of water almost, or as slippery as a frog. Just when you thought you had her in a grip, she found some way to wriggle out of it or dodge at the last minute.

You had a thought then, wondering if you could fake her out somehow. You sent your shadows towards her, like you had been doing, and right before she jumped you opened them like a cage that surrounded her from all sides.

You knew she could probably slip through, but this was your best bet right now.

She aimed to jump upwards, between two shadows above her head, and thinking fast you clamped down like a venus fly trap.

A startled “ribbit!” left her as you held her upside down, arms trapped to her sides.

After your surprisingly successful capture of Tsuyu, Shota had you up against Sero next.

“You said you were able to push and pull yourself, right?” He called up to you, looking a bit small from atop the cement tower you were on. “I want you to do just that, and either evade or fight back against Sero, who’s job for this mock fight is to capture you.”

You glanced around, finding yourselves on the higher cement towers, everyone else either still training or watching from below.

At Shota’s call, Sero immediately dove into action, shooting tape to try and ensnare you. You were quick to jump away, backing out of his reach, your shadows helping you cling to your surroundings.

Now it was your turn to be quick on your feet, thoughts running a mile a minute as you had to both evade Sero and keep track of where you were going.

Suddenly he was in front of you, and in two quick tugs, your shadows pulled you behind him. He recovered faster than you expected him to, finding yourself suddenly wrapped up in tape and dangling.

“Not bad.” Shota spoke, watching as Sero carefully lowered you to the ground. “Even though Sero has a lot of practice in capture, you evaded him longer than I expected.”

You took the praise with red cheeks, a little embarrassed by it all.

A few other students wanted to train with you after that, especially Midoriya, but unfortunately you needed to rest, and so spent the rest of the class period watching them all.

“You did good today.” Shota spoke up as you walked back to your temporary housing with him.

“You mean it…?”

“I mean it.” He glanced back at you and caught your gaze for a short moment, just long enough to emphasize his point before turning away. “A lot of my students wanted you to come back and join them in the second year. If you’re up for it, you can join the hero course with Shinsou.”

You found yourself smiling. “Guess I got a lot of training to do now, huh?”

Shota was smiling as well, even if you couldn’t see it. “That, and you got a lot of people who care about you now as well.”

#mha #bnha #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #mha shota aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #teen!reader #aizawa x teen!reader #platonic #aizawa x student reader #aizawa x gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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kywaslost · 1 year

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Hello, How are you? I hope you’re doing good. Can I request Aizawa x student reader who has like a very similar quirk to his and they start feeling self conscious about how their quirk isn’t that flashy and they feel like they won’t make a good hero? You can choose on whether it’s head cannons or a scenario. Have a blessed day <333

Birds of a Feather - Aizawa

A/N: Hello! I’m well, how are you? I hope you’re doing well :) Thank you so much for requesting!!! I decided to go with headcanons if that’s alright? I hope you have a blessed day as well <33

First of all, Aizawa took a liking to you the second he saw your quirk during the entrance exam. You weren’t able to use it much but made it in with recommendations and points you could scrounge up during all portions of the entrance exam.

Your quirk was much like his, except yours was voice activated instead of using your eyesight. It was almost as if Shinsou and Aizawa’s quirk were to mix.

Despite your quirk, you were a quiet kid. You didn’t speak much, and Aizawa had a feeling he knew why.

He was once in your shoes, after all.

Aizawa noticed how you focused less on strengthening your quirk and more time building muscle and stamina. So much so that it seemed as though your ability to use your quirk was diminishing.

So Aizawa asked you to stay after class one day.

It didn’t take long for you to open up to him.

“I guess I just feel insecure,” you admitted, looking down at your shoes. One was coming untied, laces stuck under said shoe. “My quirk is a lot different than everyone else’s.”

“How so?” Aizawa’s voice was gentle, encouraging you to voice your thoughts and opinions. He tried to meet your gaze, red eyes uncharacteristically soft.

“I don’t have a quirk based on strength and stamina,” you began. You lifted your head, offering a small smile to your homeroom teacher. “I don’t know. Everyone else just seems like they could turn out to be really good heroes. I guess I feel like I won’t?”

Aizawa returned your soft smile. “What makes you think that?”

You shrugged. “My quirk isn’t as flashy as everyone else’s and we all know that quirks play a huge role in fame and popularity.” You bit the skin on your bottom lip. “I guess that means I can’t be a good hero.”

“No one ever said that.” Aizawa crouched down in front of you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Why did you want to become a hero, Y/N?”

You didn’t hesitate to answer, “Because I want to help people!” Your eyes shined a bit brighter at the thought. “When I was younger I always thought I was going to be a nurse or doctor, but then I realized that being a hero will let me save so many more people.”

“Then why should you let what society deems the big time pro heroes stop you?” Aizawa asked. “You know, you remind me a lot of myself. Our quirks are very similar. And look where I am.”

You giggled softly, bringing about another soft smile from Aizawa. “You’re a teacher of a bunch of teenagers.”

He chuckled to himself. “Well, yes, but I am still a hero. I’m just as important as Hawks or Endeavor. I save just as many people, I just don’t get my name in the papers.” Shouta’s hand moved from your shoulder to your head, ruffling your hair. “I think you’ll turn out to be an amazing hero, kid.”

Aizawa offers extra quirk-strengthening lessons for you to help you feel better about yourself.

He’s even been known to bring you on a few patrols to show you that being an underground hero is just as important as being a big time pro hero.

This man is always there for you when you feel down or insecure. He’ll help you with any problem or challenge you may be facing :)

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #platonic #mr aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa #aizawa x reader comfort #platonic aizawa x reader #aizawa x student reader #mha comfort

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lilithliliam · 8 months

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Aizawa Shouta x student/reader

(very fluffy💕no sexual content. Love/jealousy. Declaration of love. Forbidden relationship. Secret relationships. There is a mention of minors. voluntary relationship.)

For Aizawa, every day is worse than yesterday, he can't remember the last time he took a proper shower, let alone sleep, and then there's Nezu with a new exchange student. As if he doesn't have enough idiots of his own. He had long planned to dump a lot of work on Iida and Momo and take a quiet nap in his sleeping bag. But he couldn't, he had to meet you and introduce you to the class.

And no one said that while doing this you had to take off your sleeping bag.

You came to their class with a big smile and a soft voice like an angel descended from heaven. You were definitely lovely. With such an aristocratic appearance, full lips, charming eyes and a beautiful physique. Naturally, all the students were excited, not only did they transfer someone to them after the start of the school year, she was also so beautiful. Aizawa could have sworn that he had already seen Denki and Mineta's obscene thoughts. Even Bakugou, saying rudely "What, staring" turned to the window hiding his red cheeks and ears.

You weren't at all embarrassed by their attention, and Bakugou's words didn't hurt you. It seemed funny and saying the traditional words: "Nice to meet you and please take care of me" sat down in her seat with a final smile at the strange yellow teacher.

Your beauty is the true embodiment of femininity, grace and attractiveness. You were so beautiful that you could admire for hours. You are like a valuable gift from the gods from Olympus to insignificant mortals, so that they can see the true beauty, even from afar.

Even Aizawa, who is poorly versed in beauty, understood this, and after your dazzling smile in his direction, his heart froze in his chest and his breathing quickened. A treacherous blush appeared on his cheeks, which he immediately hurried to hide behind a scarf. Perhaps it was still worth getting out of the bag, he thought, and mentally slapped his forehead for such thoughts. Why would he suddenly be ashamed of the way he looks. He's never cared before, and then you show up and he's already blushing like a fifteen-year-old in the midst of puberty.

Aizawa even decided to pull himself together and continued the lesson as if nothing had happened. He almost forgot about the case when, after all the lessons, you approached him with a request for help, because you were very behind your classmates.

He should have refused you, but God, how could he? You are all so airy and sweet asking him for help with a sweet blush on your cheeks and, of course, his duty as a teacher and a more experienced senior to help and teach you everything. Anything you ask him to. He realized that his thoughts were leading him in the wrong direction and mentally hit himself on the forehead. What is he thinking? After all, Aizawa should have asked the director to transfer you to 1B, flashed through his mind.

Over the course of your training as a hero, Aizawa's condition didn't get any better. He even tried to distance himself and ignore your existence as much as possible, but as soon as he forgot for a second, he found you nearby helping him with the papers at his own request, or the two of you chatting about everything in his office. And when you said how tied up hair suits him, he caught himself on the fact that he began to tie his hair more often and shave for no reason. And it's not because he instinctively wants to impress you clearly?! Tts

Sometimes it seemed to him that perhaps it was written on his forehead that he so desperately wants a woman for himself and that you. How else to explain that Mick is constantly teasing him for this reason, and you look at him so slyly during the lessons?

Aizawa is not the type of person who falls in love so easily, and certainly not the type of person who falls in love with her students, and certainly not the type of person who would be jealous of her peers. This is how Shota would have described himself before meeting the lady. And is it his fault that you are so beautiful and sweet to him and is it his fault that his students pay you so much attention and openly flirt with you. And when he accidentally sees you and Todoroki-kun through the library window chatting cutely about something, he can't help but feel that suffocating feeling. He thinks right. That's the way it should be. You certainly need your peer, strong like you. Someone who can give you all the wonders of first love and relationships that Aizawa couldn't. He thinks like this when he walks down the corridor, he thinks like that when he opens the door to the library and he thinks like that when he calls you by name and asks you to go with him because there is something to be solved. He thinks so, he knows that this is right, but in his office, closing the door to the lock and turning to face you, he officially admits his defeat.

Your eyes are bottomless sea distances, in which there is no bottom. Therefore, everyone who falls into them perishes forever, having no chance of salvation. So Shoto died. He asks to give him a chance to show himself. He does not promise stars from heaven, but he promises to treat you as one of them and carry you in his arms.

If you agree, he will be very surprised, he probably thought that you would refuse. But believe me, he will be very happy. He will take care of you like a princess, protect and cherish, call you a kitten, give you forehead kisses and sometimes "adult kisses". Shota will not touch you until your graduation and you will definitely have to wait until it happens, but believe such a man is worth waiting for for all eternity💜

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x student reader #dadzawa #aizawa sensei #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #aizawa fanfiction

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sleepyxxhead · 9 months

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How do you think The Teachers would react to a student, whose quirk drawback is that they're slowly shortening their lifespan every time they use it (technically dying lol), but they never told anyone about it? not even their parents? Anyhow- Ignore this if u aren't comfy w/ it <:

A/n: omg this is such a good idea :’) tell me if you guys want a part 2 with more teachers or just other characters :))

Genres: comfort

Synopsis: When a student is slowly dying due to usage of their quirk, how will UA Teachers react?

Characters: Aizawa Shota (Eraser Head) | Yagi Toshinori (All Might) | Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

You’ve wanted to be a Pro-Hero ever since you were little!

It’s always been your dream and it’s what drives you to do well in class and stuff :))

Your quirk allows you to enhance others’ quirks for certain periods of time

If you touch someone with your hands, you can strengthen them and make their quirk stronger as well

It lasts until you shut it off

However, the more you use it, the shorter your lifespan

You can feel everytime your lifespan shortens and it’s agonizingly painful

You don’t know how much is taken off of your life every time you use it

“Todoroki-san! Come here!” you called to your classmate. Class 1-A was in the middle of even more survival training. It was similar to the survival training that they had completed before, however they were separated into even smaller groups in an ever more dangerous setting. You had been put into a group with Todoroki, Sero, and Tsuyu.

You had already gotten to the mannequin your group was supposed to be saving, but there was a fire closing in on you. Your only hope was Todoroki, but he was worn down and the ring of fire that surrounded you was impossibly large. The smoke in the air was burning your lungs, causing you and your group to cough and wheeze.

You grabbed Todoroki’s shoulder in a hurry, lungs yearning to escape from this cage of flames. “Y/n-san, no!”

Despite your classmate’s warning, you immediately activated your quirk, channeling all the energy you could into the boy. Suddenly, a familiar pain boiled in your chest, causing your whole body to ache and writhe in pain. You screamed out, holding on tight to Todoroki, knowing that you’d collapse without the support.

“Todoroki-san!” you practically begged your classmate, starting to feel lightheaded from the searing pain. You felt the temperature drop, crisp air biting your nose and fingers.

Your vision started to blur as your shuddered, letting go of Todoroki’s shoulders and dropping to your knees. “Y/n!”

₊ ⊹ Aizawa would be very concerned after you passed out (he cares sm about his students ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝), thinking that you were overworking yourself and just needed to rest. He approached you to talk about it and he noticed you acting kind of weird. You thought he had already caught on and was going to confront you about removing you from the hero course; but, he actually didn’t know until he noticed you acting weird. He’d ask you if anything’s wrong and then you’d like burst out and say something super concerning (which this is concerning but like-) like “I’M DYING AIZAWA-SENSEI .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.!! ” And he’d be so stunned like “W-what-?” He’d ask you a couple questions but then he’d realize that he needed to calm you down first. After coming to this realization, he’d put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Then you guys would have a long conversation over some tea <3

₊ ⊹ All-Might would also think you’re just overexerting yourself when you pass out. He would come to see you in the nurse’s office (because you’re one of his favorite students ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ!!) He wouldn’t really notice anything else wrong with you, so he’d tell you something like “just rest up and you’ll be back in no time, young y/n 👍” but then you end up feeling guilty so you confess to him that your quirk is killing you. He’d be so shocked and he’d feel so bad for you because you want to become a hero so, so bad but you can’t if your quirk is killing you. He sees himself and Midoriya in you because you all wanted to become heroes and were basically all hopeless. However, he feels very guilty because he can’t help you like he did with Midoriya. He ends up just listening to you talk until he’s told he has to leave so you can sleep.

₊ ⊹ As Present Mic’s favorite student, of course he had to pay you a very long and loud visit in the nurse’s office. You’re thinking about telling him about your quirk, so you’re not really listening to everything he’s saying. Meanwhile, he’s too busy talking to notice at first, but when he realizes you aren’t laughing at his puns like usual, he’ll be like “What’s wrong, favorite student??” You’d tell him and start crying because you feel so frustrated and crushed. Then he’d be like “Hey, it’s okay. Look at me. You will always be my absolute favorite student!” to which you can’t help but laugh. He’d just spend the rest of his visit trying to make you laugh and feel better and he leaves all of the hard stuff (like removing you from the hero course and shit) to Aizawa ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

A/n: sorry that’s all! ALSO, I’M SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK THAT LONG OML IM S O S O R R Y!! Anyways if you guys want this with more characters go ahead and request away :) I don’t have any requests rn so I’m just going to focus on other WIPs I have 👍 (TY FOR YOUR PATIENCE)

have a nice day cutie <33

dividers by: @cafekitsune

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holywaterandlove · 1 year

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Y’all I want a smut where shigaraki kidnaps college!reader and makes eraserhead use his quirk so he doesn’t disintegrate them

Reader is one of Aizawas students 👀

Maybe shigaraki and reader had a run in before 👀 and reader kicked ass but optional

Separated by glass (so in two separate rooms)

Eraserhead trapped in one of those electric chairs with an eye opener in

One of the LOV has a gun to eraserheads head

“If you try anything princess, we’ll shoot him… and eraserhead don’t forget to keep that quirk activated or they’re dead”

PLEASE I’m on my god damn knees

Update: The deed has been done

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simpingwriter · 2 years

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#12 Shota Aizawa x Nakano Kaneko

'Sunglasses off...'

Honestly, just got into this anime after i binged Naruto (because of Kakashi, why else, for the plot? Nah.) And Aizawa? Nice. Really something for someone with a soft spot for teacher/student fanfics. So yeah. Maybe it becomes a Multi-Part story...maybe not. Honestly, i hope it does, but no promises, as always. Now, have a "Prologue"

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"Sunglasses off in the classroom, cool kid..." Your new homeroom teacher told you with a lackluster yet stern voice, already moving towards you to probably take it off your hands.

Unfortunately, you couldn't give them to him.

"I can't..." You reply easily just as lackluster, having heard the same complain from your last teachers and similar people. "You can't or don't want to?" He asks in return, now standing in front of your desk, arms folded in front of him. Why did you have to choose first row again?

Oh yeah, because your eyes are jack shit with these damned glasses. Also, unfortunately, you still can't take them off. You're still trying to convince your parents to let you go back to the eye doc to let you get better ones.

"A bit of both. Kinda don't want to go blind mid-Academy years...just when I might become a hero afterwards." Your parents would be too proud of their own Hero-History to accept their youngest child becoming a failure in their bloodline because of a birth and a "useless" quirk that's become "defect". "Kinda don't wanna ruin my future."

His already flat eyes squinted at your "rebellious" response, as your parents would call it before lecturing you for another thirty seemingly unending minutes, before he gives a dry and somehow almost intimidating chuckle, "Usually it's wearing sunglasses indoors that ruin the eyes of kids nowadays... Hand them over, you get them back at the end of the school day...if you're working hard enough."

If the room's lights weren't so bright that your glasses adjusted themselves to be basically entirely non-see through, he would be able to see you squint back as you scowl, "I won't." "First day and you're already being such a handful, kid..." He sighs out, sounding more than done with your shit already, "Wanna know what i do with kids like you? Expel, no questions asked."

He wouldn't even ask for an explanation on why you wore your glasses? Actually, he probably wouldn't care or believe you anyways, that's what this man sounded to you like. Like an asshole.

"Without even asking for the reason I'm wearing them?" You try anyways, aware that the whole class was now eyeing you, the new foreign student. You came from a different "hero school", from abroad. America had their own heroes too after all, like the rest of the world. But you're Japanese anyways, just not born here.

"Well, looking at you, probably to stick out more from the masses as the weird new kid. But, you know, enlighten me, i guess..." "My eyes are photosensitive or light sensitive, florescent and or bright lights and especially daylight...it feels like it burns my eyeballs straight from their sockets. Even now, they maybe don't hurt me, but this room's lightning makes me fucking nauseous..." It was the easiest, simplest way to describe your condition and suddenly his demeanor seemed to...change? For a second he almost looked sympathetic beyond his tired "why am I here again?" gaze.

Instead of continuing his strict demand on your protective gear and his talk about expelling you within the next few minutes, he nods and turns his back on you, "In that case, you better show your worth in the first test today. I will determine if you're still a viable Option in becoming a hero nonetheless, just like with every other student in this room. If not, no glasses will save you from losing the possibility of ever becoming an official hero."

Your eyes — slightly bloodshot from accidentally looking out the window this morning without your glasses — widen. He wouldn't dare, not after you aced your entry exam for foreigners! You were the best of your group!

You would show him just how strong and resilient you are!

"Actually, we're wasting enough time already, get up and follow me. Said test will be held NOW." Mr. Aizawa, as he formerly introduced himself, led the class out into the hallway of the building and all the way to the changing area for the outside training grounds. Filing into the female changing room with the rest of girls, you open the locker with the key — that you had been given with your other school equipment — that had the same number on it. Surprisingly they actually had provided you with the right clothing size...one plus point in regards to your former school in NYC.

"H-hey...my name's Ochako...i, well...i just wanted to say that I'm sorry about your... condition?" The slightly timid auburn girl suddenly appeared at your side. Had you activated your quirk, you would've sensed her beforehand. But you didn't, so you basically jumped right into your closed locker, ramming your head full force into it with a shout, "God fucking damnit, OW!" You curse as you rub your head, quickly fixing your glasses before you accidentally looked at the painfully bright locker room lights. "Yes,...ngh...also nice to meet you. But don't do that again. Please." You reply, squinting as you hoped you didn't dent your locker. You didn't, thank the gods.

"I'm sorry about that as well. It won't happen again!" Little did you two know, it would become a common problem.

"But about my condition... there's absolutely nothing to be sorry about. It's part of my quirk, it's a quirk defect. I was "born" with it." The girl looked at you with surprise, "I didn't know people get quirk defects that affect them outside of using them...what is your quirk anyways?"

You're about to explain it to her when a strong knock against the opposite door leading onto the training grounds pulled you from your short conversation. "Hurry up, we don't have all day. You won't have it in a battle either!" Mr. Aizawa shouts impatiently through the closed metal door, it being your cue to shrug at Ochako, "Guess you'll see it in action first..." Excited, she nods, "And you'll get to see mine!"

Giving her a thumbs up as your non-vocal agreement, you tag onto the group of girls at the very back, trudging out of the locker rooms with even less enthusiasm than you thought you would have. You had already finished your second year in America, but due to differences in teachings between the two countries...well...your once again stuck in year one. So all this "We'll test your quirk's strengths" shit was old news.

Bakugou was, as you already figured out within the first minutes of being stuck in a room with this idiot, a real handful. Nicely said of course. Your real opinion was a bit harsher but also still very surface-level. Maybe he turns out to be a good person...no matter how idiotic.

So of course, he boastfully went on about how he would rock this test, absolutely break the records and all that stuff. Mr. Aizawa in turn gave him the opportunity to show that he was actually capable of backing up his quite big words.

By using his quirk, Explosion, he threw 705.2 meters. You choose to remember his distance, already making a mental note to put everything you had in your cells to beat his distance. No matter how basic your current opinion was about him, about basically everyone of your classmates actually...if you could show someone their place, you would. A hero that thinks too highly of themselves, even boasts about it, they will never turn out well. You have witnessed it before, watching these people change to the worse and sometimes even changing teams...

Even if your quirk is strong, don't push it into other people's faces, mock them if they got weaker ones or even demand to fight on your own in case "the others might get in your way".

The first Station was the 50-m dash. Easy enough, you thought. You were last on the "contestant" list, letting you easily make note of everyone's quirks, quickly also noting that Midoriya seemingly didn't show any attempt at using his quirk. Then it was your turn for the first time.

Activating your quirk, you hear someone's quiet and shocked gasp behind you. Due to the deeper, mature tone to it, it had to be Mr. Aizawa? Was it your quirk's "give away", as people called it? Maybe because it looked similar to his? Floating hair, floating scarf (Though it wasn't like his, it was a normal one.) it was a telltale sign of yours and as you had researched Japan's pro heroes two months ago, his apparently too.

But you couldn't let that destroy your concentration, you needed it right now for your quirk. 'Hyposensibilty, Muscles! Cell Control Feet and Legs!'

Getting into the starting position, you look to your right, your opponent was ironically Ochako. Did she just...sparkle a bit?

Ignoring it for your quirk's sake, you waited for the signal.

Go!

Behind your glasses, which you could've discarded with your quirk now active, but you don't have time for that, your eyes focused on your goal in 50 meters before you lifted your body from the ground, running off.

You easily left Ochako in the dust as you sprinted towards the goal, passing the line, barely able to catch yourself as your mind planned subconsciously to continue running.

"4.10 seconds." You heard the machine tell out loud as you finally managed to take a turn back to the group, losing down to a more relaxed jog. But you didn't deactivate your quirk. If you did now, you'd be too exhausted in your legs to continue for the next station. That was one downside. Both of your two quirks worked against you, being the subtle cause for you various hypersensitivity problems.

"Holy crap, Kaneko, you're really quick!" Kirishima exclaims, Bakugou huffing annoyed behind the actually really nice redhead who cheered you on. You blush just a bit at the kind words, scratching the back of your head, "Thank you, Kirishima, but you weren't bad yourself...". Ochako came up behind you, panting just the smallest amount, "I didn't think you were that quick, quicker than Bakugou too!"

Said blonde eyed you with certified anger in his eyes. Oh you were going to have so much fun... hopefully. You still hated the test itself, no matter what. It's still a waste of time.

Next was: Grip Strength!

Everyone was handed a device that they were supposed to grip as hard as they could, basically. Having long reset your quirks strengths in your lower body parts, you now gave your needed arm the same treatment, forcing your muscles to go to their current limits and using your other quirk to desensitize said muscles and to lift the strain they would be put under due to that. Taking the device in your hand, you flex your muscles as you grip it.

276 kg.

Apparently, from reoccurring grunts from the explosive Blondie, better than his number, again.

Moving on to the next trial, you did the same as before, once again strengthening you leg muscles, specifically your thighs, but also your stomach and back muscles to keep your balance mid jump.

With just some small stagger, you managed to clear the box, barely keeping upright as you almost ate some of the rocky ground, Ochako eyeing you in fascination and Mr. Aizawa seemed to slowly get over the fact that you wore "sunglasses", your results seeming to impress him a little bit even. From all students in class, until now you could use your quirk(s) for all test stations, something that would bite you in the ass later on. Yet your strategies wouldn't change, as your Quirk was just too adaptable and you even had two more aces up your sleeves — though very dangerous, especially for yourself — that you're currently training to be more versatile and under your control to alter as you wish.

Your next station to pass was repeated side steps, which had quickly been cleared by you as you sped up your body's adrenaline production and the reaction speed your brain's cells needed for the station. Mineta of course was much much faster than you with his odd...balls, bouncing in between them. But at least you left a certain fuming someone once again in the dust. The next station turned out to be the infamous Ball throw from the beginning of Bakugou's slow downfall.

Taking the last ball, you test its weight by shorty throwing it up into the air and catching it again. Medium to heavy weight, not unbalanced in any area. It was going to be fairly easy. Focusing, as many times before, you take your favored stance for throwing objects before launching the ball far...farrrr away.

900m.

Unified gasps from your fellow classmates went across the training grounds as the machine called out the result, a slight smirk appearing on you usually relatively neutral face. You had a real good day today and ate well in the morning, perfect to show what you're capable of.

Cleaning off your hands from shortly before touching the ground, you turn to Mr. Aizawa, "I'm done, i believe? What comes next? The sun is fucking torture." The black haired teacher had a one-sided grin for the split of a second, something only you seemed to witness, "Eager, aren't we, cool kid?" He asked you, with the same stupid nickname from before before he waved everyone to follow him for the last few stations. Those, you also went through with ease. As expected, since you had gone through a test very similar before after all.

Even now that all tests had been over, you kept up your quirk and your glasses too, now long too lazy to pocket them. You didn't need everyone to see how you felt after using your quirk. Not yet. How it used you and your energy up, no matter how well you had it under control, other than Midoriya apparently.

The list was via a hologram. On the top was your face and name, then came Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki. Only after them, you saw Bakugou's face. Holding back a childish and definitely girly giggle, you continue down the list, smiling when you saw that Ochako did well enough to not land last place.

No...that place...that place was reserved for none other than Midoriya, who broke his finger with his own quirk. He had to learn how to control it, quickly too, Mr. Aizawa had been rough but right so with his words when he first erased his quirk as Midoriya went to throw his ball.

Guess that was it for the poor green head, right?

"But no. Nobody gets expelled today. Lucky, huh?"

You seemed to have tuned out when Mr. Aizawa spoke to the class, now only able to dumbly stare at him from your place behind some of the others. Something he apparently didn't miss as he threw his clipboard straight against you sweaty forehead, almost taking off your protective glasses in the process. "Learn to listen, kid...and the test is over, you can deactivate you quirk now. Or do i need to help you out with that bit?"

Oh god, please don't let him erase your quirk right now, not in front of everyone! "J-just give me a hot minute, Sensei!". Though he was definitely the type of person to just say "no." coldly before simply deactivating your quirk for you without asking, he no longer seemed to want to do that with you, not after the test. His demeanor seemingly shifted for you after you showed your potential. "A minute, not any longer. The rest, go change, classes are over for today." The more excited kids cheered, running to the changing rooms while the more down to earth ones calmly did the same.

Once the last student disappeared behind the metal doors and said doors closed, leaving you alone with your teacher, you quickly deactivate your quirk, coming to regret that immediately.

As you hair looses it's floating abilities, you lost you ability to stand as well. The pain you felt right now was nothing like the kinds you felt after training all day on high intensity or after fighting in you old school. Be it villains or test battles against classmates or teachers. Nothing to truly worry about.

The current level of pain was describable as a mid-level full body cramp. "Fucking...BITCH!!...ARgh.." you grunt, fisting against the hard and slightly dusty ground, your eyes squeezing shut immediately in reflex when your glasses fell off your reddened face. Your legs and arms subtly went on spasming as you hear Mr. Aizawa coming closer with his heavier steps.

"I was already wondering what your quirk's drawback is. After all, everyone has one..." He did sound a bit concerned after all, no matter his words, as he kneeled down next to you, "But the real question, is it controllable, like Midoriya's—" "No. It's the quirks' natural backlash. The more i strain my body using it, the more it hurts me back physically afterwards... that's why I don't deactivate it too early, if i do it before my fight is over, i would be at a terrible disadvantage." It was the sad truth, you own quirk could get you into the hospital. Which it already did various times before.

Nonetheless, it may not be controllable but it's very well trainable. The tougher your natural muscle structure is, the more strain their cells can take. And that includes everything you're made of, everything your body produces to make you a human like anybody else, bones, muscles, nails, teeth and so on. When you first began training your quirks for hero school in NYC...you broke down every time you had finished normal Training, sometimes spent hours in the stupid infirmary.

"But I'm training to...to lessen its blow on my system." You claim, trying to control the ongoing cramps with mostly success. Yet at some places it felt like a knife was buried right inside your body, twisting and going deeper. It was nothing against what you had felt before. "You're very strong, Kaneko—" "So...you do know...my name!" You interrupt him with pants in between, hearing his annoyed grunt in response, "Stop interrupting me, kid." "No..." You reply flatly, slowly sinking to the ground at the same time, finally feeling the integrity of your cells in your body reach normal levels again.

Hearing you glasses move from their place they fell at, you first mumble something incoherent into the floor, "Give them back."

"Anything else than your eyes that is sensible?"

Was that just a lucky guess, curiosity or did he know that it couldn't be JUST your eyes?

"My whole body is a hot mess with the quirks' i possess." "Plural? What even are they? The foreign student files still haven't been given out to the teachers by the Principal. And because of that profile existing and being official too, you have never been asked to fill out the one of the UA. You're mostly a mystery as of now, the only identification we have to make sure you are you is with DNA, your picture, name and your current residence."

"Hyper-/Hyposensibility and Cell Manipulation. They work in tandem, a bit at least..." The ground tastes like dirt. Not much of a surprise. But the unfortunate mouth full of dirt of course didn't sate your now adamant feeling hunger that grew with every minute passing of your body regaining normal Levels. "So you're mostly changing you own body...is there anything to your quirks that give you long range attacks?"

His questioning went on for a little while, until he finally stopped, sounding quite tired, giving you back the one thing that actually kept you from leaving him and his interrogation — Or more, his analysis. — your stupid glasses. "I've heard enough. I will give you some one on one training, if you think you need it. And here, your sunglasses." "I don't need this extra training, I'm NOT Midoriya! Until now i have been capable of training my drawback on my own quite well, what even makes you think you're able to understand my situation, Mr. Aizawa!?"

Shrugging at your little outburst and ignoring your in fact rude behavior towards a teacher — just for today, he tells himself foolishly — he turns on his feet to leave you to your festering own, "Just think about my offer. You don't have to take it, forcing you into it wouldn't be of use. In that case, you would get the same treatment as the rest. Now go home and rest up, i can't have you down in class tomorrow, kid..."

He was probably right with that though, you should head home as well like the others. But you also needed to train a bit more if you wanted to lessen your quirk's blow some more. Which was something that had time for another day.

When you went into the locker room, everyone else had already gone home, after all a minute easily became 10 minutes with your cramps and Mr. Aizawa asking you out about your quirk.

Your way home was quiet and the sun beamed down unrelentingly, even your glasses bearing only just enough safety. As you enter your home, you throw your door shut.

"I'm home..."

No reply.

Right.

You're all on your own.

All alone.

"At least no constant reminders..." You mumble, walking into the small kitchen connected to your living room that also was your bedroom. Remembering to open your balcony before you began to cook — otherwise you and your bed would smell of beef for a week again — you open your fridge with a goal.

"Mhhh, Salad with Teriyaki Beef Strips...if i got enough left after eating diner, i can take some to school with me tomorrow..." Talking to yourself had become something of a bothersome habit with absolutely no one around you. At least you now had the school, people to talk to.

As annoying some might seem, they are better than your empty four walls that only listened but never could reply. They sent you all on your own. The only things that reminded you that you weren't actually a bloody orphan right now are the monthly payments your parents managed for you, like rent and water/electricity money. And some monthly allowance that did get you around somewhat.

But they made very sure that it was JUST enough so you could eat properly and buy all school utensils you needed. Never more. After all, you're not here to enjoy yourself, you're here to stop bringing shame to their hero names for being the runt of the litter...

Your two siblings...they both inherited your mom's and your dad's quirks. One of them hers, one of them his. And you? Not even similar. And they all let you feel it the moment your quirk showed. Before that, you had been the little princess, treated equal to your older siblings, had even some very happy memories, but those stopped after you turned four.

Letting your anger out on the lean beef cutlet sitting on your cutting board, beating it soft for further use, you shake in your spot. Even now, they still managed to get to you, even though they didn't even bother calling to check up on you...

"Why...why couldn't I be like my siblings?"

Taking your sharpest knife — one of the many things you had to buy off your allowance on your own by literally begging them to send you a bit more for that month — you cut the meat into fitting strips for your unfortunately "Ready to use" Teriyaki Sauce. It was probably loaded with sweetener and other stuff that didn't belong in good Teriyaki based foods. But it would have to do until you saved up for fresher ingredients.

You made a habit of taking down every yen your parents sent you onto your bank account to give the illusion that you used it up at the end of the month. But in reality you saved up everything you didn't use that month. That's for example how you bought yourself more fitting lightbulbs for your eyes, they don't hurt your eyes — if you don't directly look at them of course.

When you finished making your salad, you take a plate and dump a certain amount on top with two juicy, protein-rich beef strips before moving to your couch, oh how you missed it! While you ate, you also began to digest the curiosities of people you met today. Especially your homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa.

He thought he could understand your quirk from day one, that he could help you handle it. He wasn't the first to make that mistake. You gave one of your teachers the benefit of the doubt before him...

As nice as it sounded to maybe actually have found a mentor for your difficult abilities...it most likely would end up being just wishful thinking. Everything always ended like that.

But what...what if you gave yourself another chance? If you actually gave your new Sensei a chance? What if he got hurt...you surely would get expelled, your parents would be now fully sure of you having been a waste of time, money, love and food. They...they would definitely abandon you.

Just as they promised you if you failed the school.

Tightly gripping your fork at that nauseating thought, at them, you growl before ejecting it from your hand with enough force to find its metal prongs stuck in your undecorated white wall of your similarly empty living room. So empty.

"Fine." He wins, you'll let him try to mentor you. Anything to not be left for dead in a country you barely knew but apparently belonged to...

Anything to no longer be called a waste of space.

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#MHA fanfic #MHA Aizawa x oc #MHA Aizawa x reader #Aizawa x oc #aizawa x reader #My Hero Academia fanfic #12 #Aizawa x student oc #aizawa x student reader #Shota Aizawa

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starryskyzx · 7 months

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿!𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 “𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴” 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗸𝗲𝘆, 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝟰 𝗺𝗲!!

The lecture hall was empty aside from Professor Aizawa and you, who was sitting on his lap. You grinded your damp, pink panties across the print poking at you through the fabric of your professor’s dress pants. You knew in your head this was wrong, but whenever you saw someone good-looking, no matter who it was, you’d automatically turn into a horny mess.

“You listening, y/n?” he asked smoothly, pretending his dick wasn’t hardened up waiting to feel the warmth of your walls around it. “Sorry, guess I’m distracted” you mumbled, batting your false eyelashes, pretending to be some innocent girl despite your mini skirt riding up your legs.

There was an open book plopped on his desk, along with a few pieces of paper, and some writing utensils too. This “study session” was going well, but as time went on, you became more eager to learn more about what was in your professor’s pants rather than the actual lesson.

“We can’t have that can we?” he whispered into your ear, lifting up your skirt, leaving it sitting loose around your waist. “Needa get your mind off of work for a while?”

You nodded, gently closing the book, scooting it over to the side incase you two went a little crazy and needed more room. “Can you take these off for me, sweetie?” he said, using his index finger to tug on the elastic of your panties before reaching to pull your tight little crop top over your head. “Mhm” you purred, slipping your panties to your ankles leaving them hanging next to your heels.

You felt a a slender hand pushing you against the desk, arching your back into a good position. Biting your lip, you prepared yourself for the feeling of Professer Aizawa’s cock rubbing against your entrance the way you imagined all those days in class before.

As you heard a pants zipper unzip from behind you, your face heated up and your heart began to race. His cold hand gripped your left tit, squeezing your pierced nipple in between his index finger and his middle finger. It took a moment for your body temperature to adjust to his, but right as you thought things had leveled out, you felt the tip of his veiny dick split between your folds and penetrate your pussy.

“Fuck!~” you moaned, vocalizing your pleasure a little too loud, forgetting this was taking place in a classroom. “Quiet, baby” Aizawa soothed, slowly inching the rest of his girthy cock into your wet cunt.

You instinctively nodded, trying ever so hard to hold back any sort of whimper or wail as your pussy loosened to adjust to the girth and length of his dick rubbing against your walls.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his initial slow thrusts. They were languid and affectionate, only leaving a slut like you desperate for more. You bucked your hips and attempted to inch yourself further down onto his cock.

“You want more, sweetie? Think you can take it?”

Whether you thought your cunt could swallow all of his length or not, a quick “Yes-” rolled off your tongue, followed by “Just fuck me please~”.

Aizawa quickly rammed the rest of his cock inside you, unknowingly slamming against your g-spot, leaving you disheveled, aching for the tip of his dick to strike your sweet spot again, at a more frenzied pace.

You stopped leaning on the desk and decided to brace yourself on your professor’s thighs, giving you a good balance. As Professor Aizawa pumped his cock in and out of your pussy, grunting as he played with your nipples, you began to bounce on his dick, using one of your hands to stretch yourself open even wider.

“If you keep wearing slutty clothes like this, you wont be the only one distracted in my class you know” he teased, gripping your waist and slamming every inch of him into you all at once.

“Mhm-“ you stammered unable to find words to appropriately reply to his banter. Your head jerked as the force of a hand tugging your hair pulled you backwards. “Are you listening, Ms. l/n?”

Your cunt tightened on his cock as if it we’re trying to influence his body to continue moving. His tip applied pressure to your g-spot as he sat there, waiting for you to reply.

“Yes, sir- Listening-“ you cooed, lying through your teeth, simply trying get him to fuck you unapologetically rough, leaving you out of breath. “Promise if I fuck you good, you’ll do better in my class?” he taunted, slowly moving himself within your body.

A needy “Promise~” fell from your lips on impulse, bringing tears to your eyes knowing you couldn’t yell as loud as you wanted to. A sense of hopelessness washed over you, as you could feel every part of your body begging to touched. However, it was then your professor stood up from his chair and bent you over, now pinning you to the desk in the exact same spot you cleared room for earlier.

A gasp tried to come out of your mouth due to the sudden movement, but Aizawa had already placed his hand over your mouth and began brutally pounding your cunt. “This what it take for girls like you to pass my class? Getting used like a cumslut?”

A set of muffled moans filled the room, as the will power you had to hold any noises back had disappeared the moment his pace had picked up. Tears began to roll down your face as your pleasure reached it’s peak and your body attempted run from the cock you’d been begging for all this time.

Your hand grasped at the air and you pleaded into the hand of your professor, as his length caused you to paint his dick white and drip cum onto the pants hanging around his ankles.

The euphoric feeling of your walls clenching down on his dick, lead to your mascara running down your cheek. A few grunts and groans came out his mouth before he quickly removed himself from your cunt, leaving you feeling relieved, but empty and ready for more.

Professor Aizawa gave himself a few pumps before releasing his nut onto your back, leaving some residue on the mini skirt he had pulled upon your waist. You layed there catching your breath as he reached down and pulled your panties up for you, redressing you with your shirt and cum covered skirt as well.

Eventually, you sat up and Professor Aizawa pulled you close to his face. Taking his thumb, he wiped away your running mascara, before moving his hand to your chin, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “When you go home make sure you study, baby. Mkay?” he whispered gently, as if he were a completely different person than the one that was corrupting you, making you cry tears of pleasure just moments before.

You replied with a small, sinless “kay~” before grabbing your purse that was set aside and limping your way towards the exit of the building. However, little did your professor know, instead of studying when you got home, you simply began planning out an even sluttier outfit for tomorrow in hopes that maybe he’d see you again and you two could start a nightly routine of hooking up together for the rest of that term.

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uhhidkkenny · 6 months

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𝙈𝙧. 𝙈𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺：𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔．

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨：𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘍！ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳， 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛，𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯．𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡？ 18 𝘗𝘓𝘜𝘚！𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣，𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 （𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓） 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠，𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑．𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔，𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔（𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑）

𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖： 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦， 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬♥︎ 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑． 𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑦，𝐴𝐼 𝑏𝑜𝑡， 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒，𝑒𝑡𝑐 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘． 𝑊𝐶：2.2𝑘

October 31st was the best day of the year for you. You typically went out in a slutty costume and got drunk with all your friends to ultimately meet hot strangers. Why were you all the sudden in charge of keeping watch for villans during halloween? You pissed Aizawa off by waking him up, and boy did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It was your last Halloween at UA. Being in class 3-A and turning 18 we’re big milestones you wanted to celebrate along with Halloween, but no.

Mr. Aizawa and you have a rough history. You never wanted to become a hero but when you saved a kid with minimal effort by repelling a firetruck a villain threw, Japans top hero’s saw more in you than your own family. UA practically “bought” you in your opinion. Offering your parents money and a scholarship where you could live and eat for free, it was a proposal that was hard to reject. Aizawa was your teacher and acted as if you being there was a hinderance. He treated you as if you were lower than the rest of the class. His words only fueled your hatred for the man who personally went out of his way (unbeknownst to you) and asked the principal for you to have a full ride.

You and Aizawa were two sides of the same coin. Opposites in the best way. You hated being at UA. he hated being there too. You hated being a hero, he hated doing hero work. He was lazy. You were stubborn. You hated UA for basically a full year but no one gave up on you. Now here you are top 5 in your class, stuck looking at the moon until the morning because your asshole of a teacher got mad he woke up and had to work.

As your sitting in the lounging area to “keep watch” you get the glorious idea that you’ll just wait till Aizawa is asleep to sneak out. You were already in fishnets under your pj bottoms. All you needed to do was throw some more slutty stuff on with animal ears and you would be good. It’s already midnight so he should be asleep.

Creeping around the hall ways you slowly go to peek through his door. He wasn’t in there though which through you off even more. As you turn around with a huff to walk away you bump into something. Immediately screaming as you try to move from its embrace. “Why are you looking in my room L/n?” Mr. Aizawa said as you struggled to get out of the hold he had on you with his binding cloth. You look at him with your best puppy dog eyes and he feels his heart flutter and his eyes widen.

Aizawa was a pretty man who liked pretty people, however you were a very pretty person that he never could take a chance on. Why? You were never old enough, even now with you being 18 your still his student. He released the hold on you rather quickly which left you stumbling backwards slightly. He muttered a get back to the lounge before walking in his room and slamming the door. You wanted to knock. You were slightly out of breath but you wanted to make sure he was ok?

Deciding against it you walk into the lounge room again. Sitting on the couch flipping through channels for at least an hour before Aizawa comes into the kitchen only a few feet away with his shirt off, sweats, and that fucking scarf. You always found Aizawa attractive, but you couldn’t stand him at the same time. Anytime you guys threw jabs at one another you always gave him back handed compliments, or you would compliment him and then call him names. Petty of course but you couldn’t let him get a big head. But this was new territory.

You’ve never seen him with his shirt off in real life. This is something you’ve only seen in your imagination. Like when you would touch yourself thinking about your teacher and then be angry about it later. He can feel your gaze on him and chuckles to himself while he starts rummaging through the fridge. So you take it upon yourself to make this a 2 player game. He can’t just come in here, be cheeky and leave. No. Some conclusions were gonna be made today.

You walk into the kitchen and sit yourself up on top of the counter. “So what are your fun Halloween plans Shouta?” You question. Kicking your legs back and forth like a child with a smirk on your face. He turn around with a glare on his face. “It’s Mr. Aizawa to you, and Halloween is for kids. That’s why everyone in the dorms is out having fun.” He said. “Oh right. I’m sorry sir. I just didn’t realize that you were old and boring with the mummy costume you always wear.” You say jokingly. Aizawa turns around to face you and chuckles, “Atleast I’m not a brat that’s stuck inside, while her kiddy friends run around and get away with whatever they want.” “Oh fuck off Shouta. I’m only here cause your lazy ass doesn’t like to teach.” You say with a huff crossing your arms over your crop top covered chest.

“You may be an adult now, but your still a snot nosed little shit who can’t even hear the word no without throwing a tantrum.” Aizawa says as he stalks towards your pouting figure. “Your the brat for making me stay here all cause I woke you up from your nappy.” You spat angry and flustered with how close your teacher is getting. “Yea? The way you speak to me is plenty reason to keep you here.” “Aw Shouta, you like me that much?” He is in your face at this point. Hands placed on the counter next to your ass cheeks that are smushed against it.

“It’s sir to you.” He says with the most stern face and tone that makes you shiver. You feel the tremble in your voice when you say, “but I thought we friends Shouta.” You pout leaning closer and your faces our now inches apart. His eyes meet your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He is daring you at this point and you have got time today. “Or what Shouta?” You say with the most innocent face you can make.

With that his hand is around your neck. Squeezing it just enough to make you feel a little dizzy. “Your such a fucking tease.” He says as he is removing his scarf to wrap around your wrists. He wraps your wrists tightly in a bow and all you can do it try to catch your breath and smile. This tension has been eating at both of you for months and it’s finally overflowed. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your face close to his before saying “Get on your knees or I will make you.” You nod your head and hop off the counter to get on your knees.

“Been thinking about shutting that pretty mouth up for awhile. Now I finally can.” He says as he pulls his half hard crack out of his sweats. He’s lazily stroking it infront of your face almost as if he’s stalling. Has he made a mistake? Can he tell you practically drooling over him and have been for years? To make it known you look up to meet his eyes and open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. Inviting him into your warm mouth, which he could never deny, he slowly glides his member across your tongue. Teasing you while slapping the tip on cheeks. He finally gives in and thrusts into your mouth.

He starts with a slow shallow pace you could easily keep up with but slowly starts increasing his speed until his full blown face fucking you. You would be mad if he wasn’t making the most beautiful groans. You couldn’t grasp his hips for support or touch yourself but a win is a win. Your face is wet with spit and tears but you can tell he is getting close as his hips begin to stutter in their pace. He slows down only to make up for it in depth. His cock being jammed down your throat. He gets a few more thrusts in before releasing himself in the back of your throat. You couldn’t even taste it.

You look up at him and he realizes your fully clothed with your hands behind your back. He laughs as he catches his breath. Pulling you up by your hair and dragging you to the couch in the lounge. Tossing your body onto it like it’s nothing. He then rips your top off to reveal you have no bra on. “What the fuck?!” You say kinda upset he would just ruin your clothes. He laughs again. “Don’t worry brat, I’ll buy you as many as you want.” He says as he begins to slip off the pj pants off your body to reveal the fishnets you put on in hopes of your Halloween turning out this way. He stares at your body as if you are a sculpture and your doing the same. His fully naked frame on top of your mostly naked one.

“Didn’t realize you were such a slut y/n,” he says rubbing his hardening cock against your clothed pussy, “why don’t you tell your teacher why you’re here right now.” Your panties were soaked in arousal. You didn’t even realize how turned on you were until he was touching you. “I was being rude.” You say looking at his cock rubbing against you until you see his cock replaced with his hand. He slaps your pussy. The moan/yell thing you released was euphoric to his ears. He tears the fishnets so that there’s a hole and then rips your panties fully off so you’re left in fishnets and restraints.

“Address me correctly.” You look at him with tears forming in your lash line. “I was being rude to you, sir.” You give in. Easier than you wanted to but there were more important matters. “Are you gonna be a good girl y/n? Or do I need to keep punishing you?” He says slipping two fingers into your pulsing hole. Letting out a moan of relief you admit, “I-I’m gonna be a good girl sir.” He chuckles as he moves lower to flick his tongue at your clit. You’re mewling at the contact. He was bringing you dangerously close to an orgasm, pumping his fingers at a fast pace and tongue slurping at your clit.

You feel yourself growing hotter and you get closer to your release but it all comes to a sudden stop. Aizawa pulled away and you didnt have any hands to pull him back. You whine like a brat pushing your hips up to signify you wanted his mouth again but he slaps your pussy again. “You’re gonna cum on my dick or not at all.” He says as he flips you onto your tummy. Face down, ass up, and hands tied he slides straight into your welcoming pussy and you could already feel his cock hit the gummy spot in your walls.

You feel so full that all you can do is whine and beg. “Please what pretty baby? Am I not fucking you good enough? You’re dripping all over my legs.” He coos teasingly. “You wanna cum for me?” “Yes sir” you answer immediately. “How long have you wanted this?” He asks pressing down on the arch of your back to make you arch even more. “Years sir. I -ha- wanted this for years.” “Aww cum for me then. Show me how bad you wanted this. You feel yourself release all over his cock as you scream into the couch cushion beneath you.

He unties your hands, flips you over, and places his and around your neck again and gently squeezes. “Doing so good for me. Been waiting -fuck- on this day. You want me to fill you up pretty girl?” You’re so fucked out all you can do is nod with your mouth agape as he plows into you. With a few final thrusts he releases into you.

He collapses on top of you for a few minutes before looking into your eyes. Neither of you know what to say or do so you just press your lips to his. He gladly moves his lips slowly with yours. Laying with each other and letting your lips do all the talking feels like heaven for both of you. Every regret and I’m sorry comes through with the passionate kisses your both sharing.

Time flies by and you find yourself passed out if your teachers bed. Everything can be resolved tomorrow, for now you’ll just stay snuggled up to your favorite teacher with a cunt full of cum and a smile on your face.

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎!: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎🖤

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Hi you really don’t have to do this…… anyway I’ve been told I act like near from death note so could you do a mha x child male reader where the reader acts like near from death note like he pulls out toys in the middle of class stacks cups at lunch and is very quiet and stuff oh yeah could you make it class 1-A + Aizawa maybe other teachers in there too sorry if it’s too specific

Ofc! I haven't gotten that far into death note yet so I had to watch a Near compilation on YouTube, so I hope I got a good enough grasp of him in that time lol

Also I'm describing you as antisocial rather than shy, because near didn't strike me as the shy stuttering pushover type, and seemed just withdrawn or disinterested, and I also high-key headcanon izuku may have ADHD. I will not elaborate <3.

Masterlist<3

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1𝐀 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

It draws a few sets of eyes every time you pull out a pack of tarot cards or dice to play with in the middle of class, but noone really got distracted as long as you were quiet enough. Though, a few times you've knocked over a power ranger or transformer doll while taking notes and drawn the classes attention.

During break on your second week of school, you find yourself approached by the 'bakusquad'. Kirishima introduces himself politely and mina stares in awe at your tarot collection, but Bakugou looks livid.

He doesn't expect you to meet his glare directly with an unamused stare, and he's a second away from lunging at you and taking it as a challenge before Kaminari and Kirishima simultaneously bonk him in the head.

"Dude you don't even know him, give him a chance!"

You can't stop yourself from raising an eyebrow at the statement, figuring that these two must be the perfect balance for Bakugou's... Overbearing personality.

The next thing that catches your attention is the green haired boy that joins into the conversation, quietly asking you a question with a cute tilt of his head. "Have you maybe got ADHD? I've just seen a few of the signs on you- It's perfectly okay if you do! You won't be looked at differently!"

You already like this one, he's so precious.

Your eyes look straight into his as he studies you, and it's very intriguing to watch the gears turn in his head while he figures you out like some sort of puzzle. You could definitely get along with him. "No, I don't believe so."

He seems a little surprised by your words, but then again, you very well may have ADHD. You were never allowed to get tested for it, because your parents refused. Without a diagnosis, they can pretend there's nothing "wrong" with you.

He studies your eyes, figuring that you may have an irregular sleep schedule from the dark circles under your eyes, and that your eyes seem to be very sensitive to light because of how wide your pupils are. It's almost unnerving, to be honest. Your eyes look almost fully black.

Over the next few days you're scolded a few times by Aizawa Sensei for being too loud when knocking over your dice or your robots, but he never once asked you to put them away. All he asked in return was for you to be a little more active in the lessons.

"You get to keep your toys as long as you answer questions and participate a little more. Does that sound fair?" You nodded, slowly backing away to walk back to your desk and wait for break to finish, but from then on, you start drawing attention to yourself.

At first the attention is unwanted, and as you sit Criss cross applesauce on your chair, playing with your tarot cards, Izuku comes to sit next to you, starting to ramble about a random hero that you don't know anything about. He's very easy to get used to, however, and you quickly become what some would call friends.

Everyone's a little creeped out by your social awkwardness, and the fact that you never seem to talk, until they start to include you more, and you're forced to make new friends.

That doesn't mean you don't have trouble opening up though, and during lunch you sit in silence with your new friends as they chatter and smile at you, stacking cups that Izuku gave you to help you focus on something other than the amount classmates you have crowding you.

It takes a few more months for even Izuku to pry anything even remotely emotional from you, and even then it only shows in the waver of your voice, but he's proud nonetheless.

He would escort you around school because he didn't want you to be alone, and after a while your newfound closeness with Izuku branches out as mina comes to join the two of you.

She gives you an absolutely radiant smile as she grabs your hand, izuku taking hold of your other side for them to both drag you away to some part of the school you're not familiar with. The warmth of their hands in yours leaves you in shock, though, and your mind blanks a little when you feel the greenette squeeze it reassuringly, a tiny, pale blush creeping into your cheeks. This feeling, it was something you wanted to feel every day. It's so warm and comforting.

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fr4nk-1e · 1 year

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Aizawa Shouta x Abused!Student!Reader

"save yourself"

warnings: self-harm, mentions of being abused, mentions of parent death, platonic teacher x student, gender neutral reader, if i forgot something please let me know!!

genre: angst, fluff

words: 3,2k

A/N: hii!! this isn't my first fic ever but it's my first fic in english. it's not my native language, so sorry for any errors. i hope you'll like it :33

oh also it's happening after all might's fight with all for one, so around season 3 :))

jahshwhdhehd i'm so nervous while posting this

It was a tiring day for Aizawa. Talking with his studends' parents was more exhausting than he thought it will be, but getting their opinions and them agreeing to move students to the dormitories was necessary and very important to him and U.A. The safety of the students is a top priority, so he tried his best to make this project successful.

The sun was setting when he and Toshinori arrived at Y/N's house. Honestly - it was huge. Not only the building but the whole property. A quiet sigh escaped Toshinori's lips when he looked at big beautiful garden with two marble fountains and massive, three-floored, modern house.

"They must be rich, right?" he said in slight nervous tone, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're suprised?" the tone of Aizawa's tone was tired and hoarse. This man was really exhausted that day. He cleared his throat and continued. "The L/N is a family of politicians with a long tradition. Everyone in their family has been involved in politics in some way since the 19th century. That's pretty serious. They have a lot of influence. Don't you remember how big a scandal it was when journalists found out about Y/N's passing tests for the U.A?"

Toshinori didn't answer. The only sound he made was a nervous gulp before the car stopped and they got out of it. They made their way through long path and walked up to the door.

"Oh." Aizawa raised his hand to ring the doorbell but stopped suddenly. "They are living only with their father. Don't bring this up during the conversation, please." he said then pressed the button and the sound of an elegant doorbell rang out. Before All Might could answer, the door were opened by a tall man dressed in dark pants and white shirt.

"You must be Y/N's teachers." the tone of his voice was a little bit rough. His eyes were wondering from Toshinori to Aizawa like he was judging them. For some reason he seemed pretty annoyed like his work got interrupted or something, but it brought Eraserhead's attention.

"Good evening Mr. L/N. May we come in and talk? This won't take long." Aizawa was the one who was doing all the talking and greeted Y/N's father properly. The man was still looking at them suspiciously but with a wave of his hand invited them in.

"Come inside." he said and they stepped in. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked not out of politeness, but because he didn't want to come off as an asshole.

"No need to bother. Like I said, this won't take long." Aizawa said as they sat on the couch in the living room. All Might looked around nervously feeling a little bit overwhelmed by the luxury of the house, meanwhile Aizawa's eyes kept following all the man's movements. "There's something weird about him" he thought.

Eraserhead wanted to start speaking about the main topic, but was interupted by Toshinori. "Where's young L/N?" he asked.

The look in the man's eyes changed when his child's name was mentioned. He wasn't afraid of that question, but he really wished it to not be asked. "They are in their room."

"Can you go get them?"

"I don't think that's possible."

"Why?" Aizawa asked and gives him concerned look. "It's quite important."

The man gripped his jaw but didn't show his irritation when he spoke in a soft tone. "They are tired after school and they are taking a nap." each word said slowly.

"Umm..." suddenly they heard a quiet voice. They turned their heads to see Y/N standing in the threshold, wearing a black oversized hoodie and comfy sweatpants. They really looked like they just woke up from a nap, but it made Aizawa even more suspicious. "What's going on...?" they asked confusedly.

"L/N, please join us." All Might said and Y/N slowly walked towards the couch where their father was sitting and sat next to him without even looking at him. They just stared at their fingers and played with them.

"They seem nervous" the thought crossed Aizawa's mind and he brings his eyes back to Y/N father. He looked displeased and kinda angry that his kid appeared. He didn't want the anger to take control over him, but his eyes were saying enough - he's pissed. So pissed. But why? The hero thought he know the answer, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

For the whole conversation he was keeping an eye on Y/N. They were looking down almost all the time, playing with their fingers and fidgeting in their seat. "They aren't nervous" he thought, "They are scared". Being quiet was Y/N normal behaviour, but this time it was unusual. They seemed scared enough to be afraid to take a deep breath. Aizawa's attention brought also a bandage around their wrists. It was visible only for a second when they were fidgeting in their seat, but that second was enough. "I need to talk to them".

The talk about the dorms didn't go as smoothly as the heroes wanted. Mr. L/N was very skeptical about the idea, but he didn't want to answer why. His response was always "I have my reasons". It was making Aizawa not only mad, but also even more worried about his student. "What reasons?" he finally asked and gave him a penetrating look, as if he wanted to look directly into his mind or soul. "It's none of yours business." that's how Y/N's father was cutting the heroes off from the sensible answer. Toshinori was about to give up, but Aizawa's firm tone gave him a little bit hope. "It doesn't affect you any harm, Mr. L/N. We just want to make sure that students are safe". Thankfully, Mr. L/N finally agreed.

"Now, I'm sorry, but I think it's time for me to ask you to leave." he said while lifting himself up from his seat. "I don't mean to be rude, I just have a lot work to do."

"I want to talk with Y/N privately before we'll leave, please." Aizawa said which brought the kid's attention and they looked up at him from their fingers.

Y/N's father raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

The two men looked at each other intensely. "Just the school stuff. It won't take too long".

"I suppose it can wait until tomorrow then".

Aizawa's gaze became even more penetrating. "I insist".

The man was about to protest again, but he was interupted by his child.

"We can talk in my room" they said in a soft tone. Their father gave them the same warning look he had given them when they appeared in the room. It made Aizawa's blood boil. They walked past their dad and gulped nervously before speaking to their teacher. 'Please, come with me..."

They led him to their room and sighed deeply in relief after closing the door, but their hands were shaking slightly. "I-I'm sorry, Sensei. My father doesn't usually speak to people like that".

But he ignored what they just said. He could tell that they're nervous. Really, really nervous. Scared. Terrified. Anxious. All of the above. Their hands were shaking, they were stuttering and refused to look at him. He took a deep breath and knelt in front of them.

"Y/N, look at me" his tone soften when he said this. They raised their eyes to look at him. He saw tears forming in the corner of their eyes. "It's okay, you're safe with me".

He raised his hand to place it on their shoulder but he regretted it immediately when they flinched slightly and he saw fear in their eyes. Single tear fell down their cheek. Aizawa regretted it even more.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, kid. I should've asked first" he looked at their form and felt really bad for them. Their whole body started to shake slightly. "Listen... I won't hurt you. I just want to talk with you".

They looked into his eyes and held back another tears that filled their eyes then noded.

"If you don't want me to touch you, that's completely okay. But if you'll feel like you need a hug, my arms are open for you". They noded again. Aizawa raised his hand again, this time slowly and carefully, trying not to scare them more. "Is it okay if I place my hand on your shoulder?" he looked into their eyes. They gulped.

"Y-Yes..." they said quietly. Eraser lowered his hand and placed it on their shoulder. He could tell that they were tense. Very tense. He gently rubbed their shoulder trying to comfort them.

"Now, I need you to tell me what's wrong" his voice was soft and quiet. He was almost whispering.

"Noth..."

"Don't say it's nothing. I see something is going on, Y/N. I saw it the whole evening. I'm here to listen and help. All I want is your safety, because you're my student and I care about you. But I can't take care of it if you don't open up. Please, it's important."

"What if I can't open up? What if I can't talk about it?" tears fell down their cheeks. Aizawa felt he was too harsh on them.

"Listen... I suspect what's happening here, in your house" their eyes widen when he said this. Another tears fell down their cheeks.

"Nothing is happening..." they looked down at their fingers again.

"I see how your father treats you. How he looks at you" they raised their eyes at him again. "You can tell me everything. I'll listen and help you go throught this. You're not alone, Y/N. I am here with you".

They couldn't hold back anymore. "Sensei..." They bursted into tears and fell into his arms. He caught them and held them tightly while they were holding onto him, crying softly on his shoulder. He patted their back gently trying to comfort them.

"Shh... It's okay. Let all of your emotions go, that's right... You don't need to hold back. You can cry as much as you want" he kept saying comforting words into their ear. "You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you, Y/N".

When they calmed down and pulled out slightly, Aizawa held their shoulders gently and looked into their eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked. They noded. "Good... Please tell me the truth. Is it true that your father..."

"Beats me?" They interupted him and finished his sentence. "Yes... yes, it is true."

Aizawa gulped loudly. "Can I ask for how long is it going?"

"Since my mom died... He started to drink too much and quickly became aggressive..."

"I understand. I'm sorry for everything you've been through, kid" Aizawa rubbed their shoulders. "The bandages on your arms... Are they because of him?"

They swallowed nervously. "N-No..."

"No?"

"No." They looked down. "He doesn't touch me there."

"Then why do you have bandages on your arms?"

They started shaking again. "I-I-I..." They were unable to put together a correct sentence because they were stuttering too much.

"Hey, it's okay." he kept rubbing their shoulder reassuringly. "You can tell me everything."

"I..." they started crying again. "I self harmed..."

Aizawa didn't want to hear it. He suspected it, but didn't want it to be truth. It was quite shock for him. How could he not notice? They are his student, he sees them almost every day, and still... How could he...? He kept asking that question to himself.

He didn't say anything. He was just starring into their eyes, trying to figure out what should he say not to scare them off. But instead of saying anything, he just pulled them into a big, warm hug.

"I'm sorry..." he holds them close to him. "I'm so sorry, Y/N"

"It's not your fault, Sensei..." they sobbed softly. "I should say sorry"

"No, you don't" he pulled away from them slightly and looked into their eyes again. "You don't owe any apology, kid. You're the one the world should be apologizing to. You deserve the world."

They smiled weakly. "Thank you for everything, Sensei."

"I didn't do anything" he smiled back. "Not yet."

They looked at him questioningly. "Not... yet?"

"You didn't think I will leave it without doing anything, did you? Your father will pay for what he did to you."

"No..." their eyes filled with panic. "Please don't do anything... He will take revange. Not only on you, on me too."

"I will protect you."

"You don't know what he is capable of!" they were close to burst into tears again. "He has contacts… He will destroy me, he will destroy you."

"He won't do anything. I will take care of that."

"Please, Sensei..." they looked him into eyes.

"I can't leave you like this, Y/N" he massaged their shoulder. "I'm a hero and also your teacher. It is my responsibily. Why do you think I became a hero?"

They looked down at their fingers again. The answer wasn't that hard, it just didn't want to pass through their clenched throat.

"To help others." they finally muttered under their nose.

"Yes, you're right. To help others" he patted their head. "Now look at me, please."

They slowly raised their head and looked into his eyes.

"What's your reason to became a hero?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"I-I..." they stuttered. "I also want to help others... I don't want anyone to go through hell like mine... I want to save all the helpless and scared kids like me"

Aizawa smiled softly. "Then... how do you want to save others when you don't want to save yourself?"

Their eyes widen when his words reached their ears. Unknown feeling took over their whole body as they kept starring into his dark eyes. His gaze was penetrating, but also calming. It made them feel something they haven't felt in years. Hope. They were still scared though, but for the first time in their life they feel like they can do something agaist their abusive father. It's a new unknown feeling but at some point made them feel alive again.

"You're right, Sensei..." they whispered then took a deep breath. "I need to be strong. I need to face my fears. Otherwise, I won't be able to become a hero"

"I wouldn't go that far, but..." he patted their head. "That's right. You need to fight with your fears. Otherwise, they will take control over your life and you will never be free. But you want to be free, right?"

They noded slowly. "Yes."

He took his hand off of their head and stood up. "Will you let me take care of it now?"

They were looking at him for a longer moment before nodding. However, their eyes were still filled with uncertainty.

He leaned closer them. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. I won't leave you alone. I will be with you all the time" he said while patting their head, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the police.

***

"What's taking them so long?" Y/N's father was starting to get impatient, but then he saw them entering the room. On their faces, there was not a trace of what was happening a minute ago in Y/N's room. "Couldn't it take longer?" he asked sarcastically.

"Please calm down, Mr. L/N" Aizawa said as he walked walked towards the man. "Sit down, please. I forgot about one thing."

"No, no, no, no. We can discuss it another day." he protested and shook his head. "Now, I think I have to ask you to leave."

"I insist." the truth was that Aizawa was playing for time. Yes, he called the police and they should be there around a few minutes, but he wanted to be inside the house when they will enter to arrest the man. He had to be with Y/N.

"Please, leave." The man was even more pissed than before. He did not expect what was about to happen.

The tension that had built up in the room caused Toshinori to speak up. "Eraser, let's just go..." but then the front door suddenly opened and two police officers walked into the house. Aizawa reacted quickly, grabbing Y/N's arm gently to give them a sign that he is with them and he's not going anywhere.

"What the f-" Y/N's father didn't have a chance to finish his sentence when he was pushed on the couch by one of the officers, his wrists got handcuffed.

"You are under arrest on charges of abusing your child. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used as evidence against you." the officer said a typical police phrase and grabbed him by his shoulders, lifting him from the couch. He didn't stop himself from being rough with him.

"You can't!" Mr. L/N tried to resist, but was quickly escorted out of the house and put in a police car.

The grip of Aizawa's hand on Y/N shoulder tightened a bit when he spoke to them. "It's all over now". But they didn't even heard him saying those words. Their eyes were still wide open, their hands now shaking uncontrollably. They didn't know how should they feel. Should they feel happy because this nightmare is finally over? Should they feel grief? Or should they feel sad because, after all, it's still their parent? The last one that left...

Y/N hid their face in Aizawa's chest. Overwhalmed by so many different emotions they started crying loudly. Almost screaming. They could't take this anymore. It was too much. Too much trauma. Too many years keeping their emotions inside. Now, they can finally let go.

Aizawa, seeing his student so much in pain, almost broke himself. He hugged them tightly and gently stroked their hair trying to comfort them while they were holding onto him. He saw the police car driving away with Y/N's father, then looked at confused Toshinori and gave him a signal to wait in the car. The blonde man left the house leaving them alone. The black haired hero let Y/N cry into his chest for a little longer before pulling away and kneeling in front of them.

"Y/N, please look at me" he tried to be as gentle as possible, because they were still trembling slightly. They looked up at him. Their eyes red and swollen from crying, tears couldn't stop falling down their cheeks. Aizawa brought his hand closer their face and wiped the tears away gently. Then he placed his hand on the top of their head and rubbed it calmingly. "There, there... You're safe now. It's all over now." He tried his best to comfort them.

"B-But what do I do now?" they asked, still crying. "I feel like the whole world is failing apart..."

"Come here" Aizawa pulled them into another hug, placing his hand on their back and massaging it reassuringly. He tightened his embrance when he felt them melting into his arms. "Shh... It's okay. You don't have to worry about anything. Like I said earlier, I won't leave you alone. I promise."

They held tighter onto him. Their hands were still shaking and tears kept falling down their cheeks. "I-I'm scared..."

"You don't need to be afraid anymore, Y/N. I will protect you and I will help you get better." he was still holding them in his arms when he leaned closer their ear and whispered softly: "I will help you save yourself."

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