#aizawa shouta x student!reader

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— react (shota aizawa)

pairing: shota aizawa x student!reader

summary: snippets of yours and aizawa’s relationship over time. quiet yearning, love, and a little bit of toxicity.

warnings: major age gap (aizawa is like 35 & reader is around 20). teacher/student relationship. nsfw (v small smut at the end).

a/n: this has been in my drafts for almost 3 years now. paragraph here & there within those years so if the writing is off it’s bc i’m rusty as hell i’m sorry y’all this is just word vomit.

if anybody were to ask shota aizawa if he’s ever been loved — he would say no, mainly because the concept of love has always been foreign to him — he had never thought of himself as someone you’d choose to fall in love with. 

his class? they’d have a different answer.  

because there’s you — you who has been silently screaming your love to him for years.  

it’s in the way you’d bring a cup of coffee for him on your early morning training sessions — you had engraved the sight of him brewing a cup the last time he visited your dorm and subconsciously memorized his order.  

your classmates would call you insane when they spot you in the kitchen — with sugar, coffee beans, and measuring utensils splayed all out on the counter. you hovering over the measurements as if an unneeded speck of sugar falling into his cup would lead to your demise.  

to you, it would.  

aizawa, oblivious to it all, accepts your coffee graciously every time. a small smile gracing his lips  as his palm clasps around the mug. a soft thank you is muttered — voice still laced heavily with sleep but sincere. 

and it’s his sincerity, his appreciation for you going out of your way to make him this every morning — that gets you through your training every time.  

mornings to you, with him — always feels like possibility and hope, the day still untinged — so many things can happen.  

and as you take your first sip of coffee, your heart goes warm — but there’s a bitterness on your tongue — a reminder, as you lose yourself in this pitiful fantasy every morning, that this small gesture — is one he doesn’t understand and probably will never. 

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it’s in the way you go above and beyond — doing things you’ve never done before just for him. you heard through the grapevine that aizawa shota likes cookies.  

you have never baked in your life. 

sato, is as kind as ever to indulge you when you bring up the subject of baking cookies just for fun — he ends up giving you his most prized recipe and wishes you luck.  

and you have to wonder to yourself, how hard can it be?  

it takes you two hours to bake an edible batch. 

it’s 11pm and you’re in the dorm’s kitchen — counter littered with parchment paper, sugar, butter, eggs — and god, there’s flour everywhere.  

everything’s a mess.  

you’ve made almost six batches so far — some either too burnt or not baked enough. shoto, who has been sitting in the living room the entire time, has smelt the distasteful scent of burnt chocolate too many times tonight. 

“are you sure you’re following the recipe correctly?” he chirps from afar one time, and the frustrated glare you give him shuts him up for the night.  

the seventh batch in the oven right now holds all your hopes and dreams — if it ends up being inedible, you’re quite sure you’d break down.  

surprisingly (to you and shoto), it is a success. 

it’s thick and chewy — a golden brown color adorning the edges whilst the center remains soft.  and shoto, in all his childlike stupor, gobbles down a few immediately. 

“good job. i didn’t think you could do it.” he says earnestly whilst chewing.  

you roll your eyes at him as you clean the kitchen, packing away the ingredients used and ridding the counters of flour stains — you’re exhausted but absolutely thrilled at your mediocre baking skills. 

now, all that’s left to do is deliver it to him.  

after making sure the mess you made is thoroughly cleaned up, you grab a small brown paper bag and gently place the cookies inside — praying to god that none breaks or gets smushed.  

you opt to write a small note for him — nothing borderline creepy but something sincere — but the only thing that’s in your mind right now is how you’d wish to be the one sweetening his thoughts rather than these cookies. how you wish you were the one to make him feel so light and warm with each taste, rather than these cookies. 

you wish you never made them — they’re just a harsh reminder that shota aizawa is an unattainable person for you.  

and gosh, you’re breaking down over fucking cookies now — you thank god shoto returned to his room when you were cleaning.  

thanks for being a great teacher! xo  

short, simple & sweet. 

(it’s not even close to what you really wanted to say). 

you know he’s awake right now, most likely correcting papers but, you’d rather remain anonymous — not wanting to get caught trespassing in the teachers’ dorm building at this ungodly hour.  

plus, you don’t think you can handle explaining yourself to him right now.  

cookies? out of the blue? to your teacher?  

weird.  

you know it’s fruitless doing all of this but — shota aizawa is your idealized daydream, and you are empty without this.  

so alas, you leave them by his door — knocking gently then full-on sprinting out of the building.  

unbeknownst to the fact that as soon as aizawa opens his door, he’s met with a handwriting he knows all too well. 

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it’s in the way you stay back after class on days when aizawa looks like he might pass out if he lifts his pen the wrong way. 

the way a quiet adoration seeps through you as you help him tidy up his desk — placing pens and pencils back into his stationery holder, stacking his papers neatly in a corner, and throwing away crumpled-up paper into a dustbin nearby.  

and aizawa indulges you — doesn’t have the energy to shoo you off as he’s too engrossed in the file he has been rereading for over ten minutes.  

“wanna hear a joke about paper?”  

his head rises — eyes locked on you as his eyebrows raise quizzically.  

he motions for you to continue. 

“nevermind, it’s tearable.”  

and aizawa huffs, his distaste for the joke showing evidently — until he sees a small grin forming on your lips, and suddenly he’s mirroring your expression — a soft smile gifted to you.  

he feels lighter now — after that lame joke cut through whatever tiredness he was feeling.  

and you can tell by the way he straightens his posture just a bit — then flips the paper to the other  side, eyes skimming through it quickly and snatching another paper from the stack you cleared up.  

you’re relieved — already reaching for your bag and on your way out of the room, not wanting to  disturb him anymore.  

but before your two feet are out the door, a soft mutter is heard from behind. 

“thank you.”  

and it melts your heart.  

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and if anybody ever asked shota if he had ever loved someone before, he would say no — he’s never allowed himself to indulge in something like that. 

hizashi? he’d have a different answer.  

because there’s you.  

you, who he has been quietly loving without even realizing it. 

it’s in the way aizawa subconsciously shifts his schedule. he remembers the one time you mentioned, in passing, that you train alone at USJ after lunch on tuesdays. and suddenly, he’s found himself pacing his steps alongside yours every tuesday.  

even though it’s out of his way and he knows he’s cutting it close to his next class. 

he tells himself it’s nothing, just a change of scenery, a breath of fresh air until he’s locked between four walls. but there’s something in the way he lingers a bit longer than he should, his steps slowing as you near the training grounds.  

you mutter a small thank you to him as usual, offering your kindest smile.

and aizawa revels in it each time, bidding you farewell with a nod before he locks eyes with hizashi atop the staircase.  

and the blonde is thoroughly confused.  

shota aizawa? walking?  

with a student? 

it has his gears turning, but it doesn’t take long for him to catch on.  

it’s reoccurring, consistent. the look in his bestfriend’s eyes each time you smile at him, and it’s no mistake — since you’ve started to reside in his eyes, they seem to be brighter, more vibrant.  

but he knows it’s something shota will never admit to himself.  

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it’s in the way aizawa pays attention to you — has learned your little quirks and habits unknowingly throughout the years, and knows how to satiate them. 

the second he sees you walk through his door with your hair undone — tangled in minute knots —  he knows you’re stressed — absolutely running yourself to the ground about something.  

but he never pries, only offers a soft, “you’re doing great, kid,” before you exit his class — and the way your eyes light up at his small praise leaves his stomach in knots. 

it’s the way he knows you always forget to bring your gloves when training on a monday — the way he watches you ruffle through your bag, brows furrowed as you search for them — and before you can even admit your blunder, he’s already tossing you one from his desk.  

and it’s always brand new — as if he has a pack of gloves stashed in his drawer for this exact moment. 

(he does). 

“thank you,” you mutter sheepishly — eyes full of warmth and a hint of heat in your cheeks. aizawa brushes it off as usual, with no admonishment on his lips, just a small sense of pride. 

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it’s in the way shota’s a bit more protective of you, without realizing it. 

he’s already on his feet the second the lights turn red — emergency drill? invader? — he’s not sure exactly what’s happening but the alarm blaring over the intercom has his teeth on edge.  

his first instinct, unfortunately, is to look for you across the field.  

and there you are, sitting on a bench, bottled water between your legs as you glance around confusedly.  

shota shouts for everyone to stay calm and await instructions.  

but he’s already bolting in your direction without realizing it, his focus narrowed in a way it shouldn’t be. something in his mind telling him that having you within his line of sight is better for you. that he’s just trying to keep his students safe. 

the intercom crackles, something about a small fire in the main building and students should gather at the muster point — and aizawa’s shoulders loosen slightly, tension easing at the  announcement.  

no immediate threat.  

but he can’t shake the feeling, the way his chest constricted — seeing you in a red hue. panic coursing through his veins, rivaling only the strongest rivers at the thought of you alone, vulnerable, left to your own devices. 

and he shouldn’t feel this way. no — you’re a hero in training. you’re very much capable of  handling yourself — he quite literally trained you so he knows you pack a punch.  

so why does aizawa feel as if the thought of leaving you alone is synonymous with him giving away his breath? 

something’s not right here — but that thought is buried deep, completely hidden. 

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three months after you graduated, shota receives an email that catches him off guard — the message is polite — simple, even. you’re just asking how things are and if he’d be able to grab a cup of coffee sometime to catch up.  

it’s innocent, no harm in coffee — right? 

wrong. 

because the minute he enters the cafe, he knows you and him have begun to blur — that the world has shifted beneath his feet. 

it’s hesitation oozing out of him as he makes his way towards your table, but not the kind that comes from doubt, the kind that comes from knowing. 

from knowing that the minute he sits across from you, something will begin to unravel — something he isn’t sure he’ll be able to put back together.  

his heart. 

shota knows better than this — to wrap himself up in such forbidden affairs. regardless if you’re no longer his student — the age gap is huge.  

but the second he locks eyes with you, nothing else matters. you’re different now, standing on your own, no longer his student. and yet, you’re still you. 

you, who has been silently screaming your love for him for years.  

“hi!” you chirp out, warmth radiating from the ceramic mug in your hands. you almost move to hug him, but he’s already settling into the seat across from you — eyes unreadable. 

you take a sip of your drink before speaking again. “it’s been a while.”  

aizawa nods, “around 3 months.” 

you raise an eyebrow. “counting, are we?” 

and a smirk tugs at his lips. 

the conversation flows easily from there — updates about work, about your old classmates, about anything that isn’t this.

but there’s an undercurrent beneath it all, something unspoken lingering between each exchange, thickening the air. 

and finally, you decide to address it. 

you set your cup down, tracing the rim absentmindedly as you meet his gaze. “i wasn’t sure if you’d actually come.” 

and aizawa stills, flexing his fingers around his cup — he feels like an angsty teenager. “i wouldn’t have come if I didn’t want to.” his voice is low, steady, but there's a hint of uncertainty laced within it.

your breath catches slightly.

“then, can i ask you something?” you lean forward just slightly, watching the way his eyes snap back to you. 

he nods.  

“can we date?” 

and oh my god, aizawa has never thought he’d be in a situation like this — being asked out so directly by his former student.  

he is stunned – but he’s not a fool, everything then had prepared him for the now.

his fingers tap against his cup, his jaw tightening. “you’re young.” 

you tilt your head, challenging. “i’m not a kid.” 

shota studies you carefully, as if weighing his next words. “no, you’re not.” 

and that’s the problem, isn’t it? you’re not a child. you’re not his student. you’re standing in front of him as your own person, asking for something real. 

asking for him. 

aizawa leans back in his chair, rubbing a tired hand over his face. “you should want someone who-” 

“don’t do that,” you cut him off, voice firm but not unkind. “don’t tell me what I should want.” 

for years, you’ve known exactly what you wanted — never faltering once. it’s one thing to reject you but, deciding for you? that’s just cruel. 

he exhales, long and slow. “this isn’t to be taken lightly,” 

“i know.” because god, this is all you’ve ever wanted, something serious with him. not a daydream.  

“if we do this,” he murmurs, voice lower now, rougher. “i’m not going to pretend there aren’t challenges.” 

you nod your head. that’s obvious, but you’re willing to put in the effort.  

“you might change your mind.” 

“i won’t.”

aizawa watches you, searching, waiting for something — a flicker of hesitation, a sign that you don’t fully understand what you’re asking. but all he sees is certainty. 

and maybe that’s what undoes him. 

he looks defeated.  

as if he’s wrestling against something in his mind, something that sprouts from his heart — but its vines constrict his throat. it’s almost as if he feels like he needs to disagree.  

to say no.  

that this isn’t right. 

but how long will he fight with himself?  

when will he allow himself some solace? 

now.  

and when he glances up to meet your eyes, he realizes that, yes — he has won over the whole world, but he’s lost himself to you.  

the effect you have on him is so strong, something he has never felt before — it’s as if he takes your name with each breath he breathes.  

what have you done to him? 

his fingers tighten once more around his cup, a slow exhale leaving his lips.  “sure.”  

you blink at him, lips parting slightly, “sure?” 

the corner of his mouth lifts, barely there. “you heard me.” 

and just like that, the world shifts again. 

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and it was as if shota aizawa was made specifically for you. 

from the way his calloused fingers grasp yours — the way you can trace constellations on them for days — to the way his clothes drown you with a warmth you’ve never felt before. 

to the way he’s never stopped trying to woo you since you’ve both made it official. 

“you’ve become my destiny and destination.”  

stupid sappy words whispered between the two of you – as if it's your first time in love, and for the both of you, it is.

the minute he locked eyes with you, he’s everything you ever wanted — older, wiser, the kind of man who doesn’t let insecurity cloud his judgment, who doesn’t feel the need to mark his territory or stake his claim. he trusts you, respects you — and unwaveringly loves you. 

something you’d never get with a man your age. he’s in check with his emotions. a mentally stable man. a walking green flag.

and god he’s perfect for you in every way, but sometimes you’d wish he’d just — show some type of reaction to things. 

you’re young, generations apart, you get that but — sometimes you’d wish he’d be possessive, get a bit jealous — throw you up against a wall and ask you are you sure wanna wear that?  

it’s your naivety that craves a bit of toxicity. a thrill. nothing huge, just a small bit of possessiveness is hot, it’s able to rile you up.  

and so you try to do just that.

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trial one.  

you know he’s watching you.  

observing as you gulp down not one, but three shots back to back — but he’s not watching for the right reasons. no, you know he’s only monitoring your alcohol intake, making sure you’re not overdoing it.  

you know his gears aren’t turning, not wondering for a second why katsuki has his arm slung lazily around your shoulder, fingers interlocked with yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

no, your boyfriend sits quietly in the booth, fingers tracing the rim of his glass as hizashi yaps about something he isn’t the slightest interested in — but his eyes never leave you.  

yet, they don’t narrow, his jaw doesn’t twitch, grip on his glass doesn’t get tighter when he sees his past student dropping his head just enough to murmur something low against your ear which makes you giggle.  

and maybe that makes him swallow a bit hard but, it’s not enough for him to get up off his seat to break you both up.  

and you let that thought fuck with your head as you down another shot — because why does he refuse to throw you a bone? 

any normal boyfriend would not let another man casually lock fingers with their girlfriend — why is he always so composed? it’s boring.  

you start to wonder if he’s just too secure. if he’s convinced you’ll never cheat, never stray — and while he’s right, couldn’t he at least pretend to worry? 

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trial two.  

that is not your jacket. 

shota knows that, you know that.  

and yet, he doesn’t budge when he sees todoroki shrug it off and drape it over your shoulders. doesn’t even blink when you slip it on like you’ve done a million times, and maybe you have — the  way it fits you like a glove.  

the moment is soft, nostalgic, oozes with familiarity. almost too gentle to interrupt. 

it’s only natural, shota thinks — obviously you both have a bond, you literally grew up together. been through war together. but it’s all platonic, all brotherly-sisterly. 

shoto tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear — no hesitation, no second thoughts, almost as if it was pure muscle memory. you don’t check for shota’s reaction. you already know it. neutral — stoic, not a hint of possessiveness in sight. 

and it kills you. 

because shouldn’t this rattle him? shouldn’t the idea of you wrapped in someone else’s jacket — his own former student’s jacket — be enough to spark something? 

man, how hard is it to get a bit of toxicity here? just one glare, one shake of his head, some signal to tell you to take that shit off right now.  

but it never comes — because the man you love isn’t like that.  

he’s quiet. he’s patient. he has complete, unshakable trust in you — in your choices. you chose to be with him, and not the boy you stayed up numerous nights with to study for math.  

no, you made your bed, and he knows you will sleep in it.  

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trial three. 

midoriya is sentimental. 

so, when he places a pair of earrings on your lap — muttering something along the lines of, oh this reminded me of you, you can’t help but burst into tears. 

it’s too cute — everything about it, the thought, the earring, the boy you grew up with.

and next to you, shota remains quiet.  

not because he’s seething, not because he’s pretending to keep it together, but because he truly isn’t threatened. in fact, his eyes are soft, as if he’s watching a memory play out that he’s not a part of — but respects nonetheless.  

and maybe a part of you thinks you should count your blessings, that he’s just that type. any man your age would’ve flipped the entire table, start a fight, or even insult your friend.  

thank god you got a good guy.  

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trial four.  

and keigo is a breath of fresh air. 

the minute he spots you at his gala, he makes a beeline your way — a warm smile, sharp eyes, and a voice like silk. 

“so glad you made it,” a grin tugs at his lips as he pulls you into a hug, his cologne brushing your senses just before his voice dips closer to your ear. “you look stunning.” 

and your breath hitches, cheeks colored in sacred hues of surrender — like a little girl absolutely smitten by your high-school crush. but reality dawns the second you feel his presence behind you — the air thickening with the weight of his aura. it’s silent, heavy. 

a large hand presses to the small of your back, grounding, and anchoring you in place. 

“oh, keigo — have you met mr. eraserhead?” you question, ignoring the way your voice jumps an octave higher. 

shota thinks, what happened to boyfriend? when did you two become so well-acquainted? 

and keigo’s smile doesn’t falter when he sees shota’s arm wrap around your waist — almost protectively, possessively. thumb rubbing circles absentmindedly into your side, like a warning. 

“nice to meet you!” he says, extending his hand. 

and shota shakes it. 

but he doesn’t miss the way keigo’s eyes linger on you, nor the way you tuck your hair behind  your ear — almost shy.  

and then it starts clicking for him — you have a little crush, and it makes you look stupid.

“mr. eraserhead, huh?” shota murmurs, after keigo walks off to greet someone else. 

shota is not dense. he knows when to be concerned and when not to be. his past students he will never be envious of — but keigo, who is just a few years older than you — young and talented and someone of your generation has shota straightening his back a bit, chest puffed. 

almost like he has something to prove. 

“hm? that’s your name,” you say matter-of-factly — eyes still loosely trained on keigo. effortless charm oozing out of him as he works the room. you’re starstruck. 

“you might as well have called me aizawa-sensei.” he monotones, pulling you in closer to his side. you frown a little, “what do you mean?” 

“you forgot a small title,” he mentions, giving you a pointed look. that’s when you glance up at him, and shota can see the cogs turning now — he knows you’re smart, sees you playing with the idea of acting coy or not. 

“oh.” 

“oh?” he repeats — he has to laugh. 

shota thinks that little crush of yours has you forgetting who you belong to — has you thinking you’re still on the market, ready to be swooped away.  

and maybe that’s when you see a sprinkle of jealousy on his features. the way his hand on your waist tightens, stance solid and eyes narrowed on the winged hero in a way that’s not friendly. 

how fun — finally a reaction. 

and when you murmur, “he’s so pretty, though.” your boyfriend doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink — but the look in his eye screams don’t test me. 

his grip tightens almost imperceptibly, and his lips brush your ear, “keep playing with me, baby. see what happens.” 

and that’s all you ever do.

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and shota tries to be gentle, he always does. but the second the door clicks shut at home, his patience runs thin.  

before you can even turn around, he’s on you — slamming you up against the wall — mouth claiming yours in a kiss that’s all give and take. muttering something along the lines of i fucking own you and it makes your pussy drip as he slides down — hands already discarding your underwear.  

shota hikes your legs over his broad shoulders and wraps his arms around your upper thighs firmly. his tongue makes slow orbits around your pussy, teasing your clit and slipping sinuously into your cunt, repeatedly — and you can’t keep quiet.  

“you think fucking keigo can get you wet like this? have you moaning like this?” it’s all rhetorical. you both know the answer to these questions.  

shota knows you’ve been fucking with him all this time. knows you were just itching for a reaction from him, wanted him to stake his claim on you.  

make you his.  

he pulls back just enough to glare up at you — lips wet with your arousal, eyes dark and glittering. “look at you,” he rasps, breath hot against your folds. “dripping for me. only me.” 

you whimper, one hand fisting the fabric of his shirt. and that’s all it takes — within seconds he’s up on his feet, throwing you over the sofa — legs spread wide, he has a couple of ideas on how he can mark you.  

and the moment his dick slips into your cunt, he knows exactly how to remind you who you belong to — how to brand you forever.  

“mine,” he hisses through gritted teeth, driving into you with bruising force. “say it.” and all you can manage is a soft whine, a plead, “y-yes yours!” 

he smiles — something sinister in his grin as he slams into you harder, setting a brutal pace that leaves you sobbing into the cushions. 

shota knows now that all you wanted was to be put in your place. 

and now you know to stop fucking with him – you got what you wanted.

[fatkish]

MHA Masterlist

(Not everything is on here but that’s because I kept having issues and my computer kept crashing when I tried to add the rest. Sorry)

Class 1A x Soul Eater Reader

Alpha Mezo Shoji x Omega Reader

Class 1A x Fem Quirkless Reader

Mezo Shoji x Reader sex issues

Shinso and Y/N conversation

Pro Heroes with child reader crushing on Bakugou

Shoji and Tokoyami x Reader a/b/o HC's

Aizawa x Child Reader Bulimia

Aizawa & Best Jeanist x Teen Reader Self Image issues

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader NSFW

Bull Hybrid Shoji x Cow Hybrid Reader NSFW

Bull Hybrid Shoji x Cow Hybrid Reader Pt. 2 NSFW

Aizawa x Student Reader Angst

Aizawa x Child Reader Dating Shinso

Sir Nighteye x Child Reader

Hawks & Gang Orca x Octopus Quirk Reader

Tenya Iida x Reader with abusive parents

Tamaki Amajiki x child sibling reader

Y/N x MHA

Y/N x MHA Pt.2

Y/N x MHA Pt.3

Y/N x MHA Pt. 4

Kirishima & Bakugou x Reader Relationship issues

Alpha Shoji x self-conscious Omega reader NSFW

All Might x Wife Reader

Pro Heroes x wednesday Addams child reader

Aizawa x Student Reader eating disorder

Spinner x Esmerelda Reader

Aizawa x Daughter reader patrol

Pro Heroes x Reader Drugged confessions

Aizawa x Teen Reader Period

Pro Heroes x Reader stress cooking

Fatgum Ryukyu & Sir Nighteye x Reformed Reader

Gang Orca x Daughter Reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Criminal Activity

Pro Heroes meeting their child's partner

Tenya Iida x Reader Upcoming Surgery

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Night Terrors

Best Jeanist x Germaphobe Reader

Pro Heroes x Nezuko Reader

League of Villians x Mortem Omega Reader

Alpha Keigo Takami X Mortem Omega Reader

Alpha Erasermic x Mortem Omega Reader

Mezo Shoji x Mortem Omega Reader Pt.2 NSFW

Aizawa x Daughter Reader self harm

Aizawa & Kirishima x Autistic Student Reader

Pro Heroes asking their child which hero is their favorite

Aizawa x student reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Bad Friend

Aizawa & Class 1A x Alchemist Student Reader

Breeder Bakugou X Puppy Hybrid Reader NSFW

Shoto Todoroki x Cancer Ward Reader

Pro Heroes x Child Reader little Moments

Aizawa x Male Reader NSFW

Class 1A x Thunderbird Quirk Reader Media Hordes

Mezo Shoji x Thunderbird Quirk Reader

Bakugou x Reader What's Mine

Aizawa x Rebel Teenage Daughter

Aizawa X Rebel Teenage Daughter Pt. 2

Fatgum X Child Daughter Reader

Hawks x Fem Reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Anemic

Yandere Alphas Bakugou Hawks Tomura & Dabi x Oblivious Omega Reader

Hawks & Endeavor x Pheonix child Reader Continued

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Kidnap

Shoto Fatgum & Amajiki x Mitsuri Kanroji Reader

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Dear old Dad

Aizawa x Child Reader Room Cleaning

Aizawa x Teenage Daughter Reader Teen Pregnancy

Dabi x Hybrid Keigo x Hybrid Reader NSFW

Tokoyami x Reader Masquerade

Erasermic x Male Reader NSFW

Aizawa x Student Reader Eating Habits

Todoroki Boys x Cow Hybrid Reader

Aizawa Dabi & Amajiki x Nezuko Demon Reader

Mezo Shoji x Reader Forced Kiss

Geten x Weapon Quirk Reader

Shoto x ADHD Reader

Bakugou Shoto & Izuku x Fainting Spell Reader

Kirishima X SA Victim Reader x Bakugou

Aizawa x Daughter Reader Fight

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader Fake Marriage

Bakugou x Raeder Arcade Date

Bakugou x Reader Overwhelmed

Dabi x ADHD Autistic Goth Reader

Kirishima x Reader

Inner Child Series:

Sir Nighteye x Runaway Child Reader

Aizawa x Child Reader Mobility Issues

Father Aizawa x Suicidal Reader Pt. 1

Father Aizawa x Suicidal Reader Pt. 2

Ryukyu x Neglected Child Reader

Aizawa x Child Reader I'll Protect You

Aizawa x Child Reader I'll Protect You Pt.2

Gang Orca x Child Reader with Dangerous quirk

Aizawa x Child Reader with Spider quirk

Present Mic x Child Reader Perfect to Me

Midnight Ryukyu & Mandalay x Adopted and Abused child Reader

Aizawa x SA Victim Reader Pt.2

Erasermic x Bullied Daughter Reader

Aizawa x SA Victim Child Reader

[tealkitty81]

Dadzawa Headcanon for Student Athlete!

Okay, so imagine you're a student at UA who also does sports after school, be that ice skating, soccer, baseball, swimming, etc.

As soon as you were dismissed from class, you'd book it over to practice, all of your gear stored in your backpack. You'd work hard and return back to the dorms between 7:00 and 8:00, your classmates asking where you'd gone.

You often used the excuse that you visited your parents, or went to hang out with some other friends. It was ironic since you had no friends outside of UA, and your parents lived overseas for their jobs.

Mr. Aizawa notices one day that you're looking more worn out than usual. It just so happened to be the morning right after a very late competition, not that you'd ever tell him that. When he asks, you just tell him you'll get more sleep that night and arrive refreshed for class tomorrow, which thankfully, you do.

He shrugs it off at first, but when he notices this happening every week or so, he's suspicious, especially when you're always tired on the same day of the week.

One day, Mr. Aizawa decides to investigate. After he dismisses the class, he waits a few minutes before following you in his car.

At first, he's confused to see you running in the opposite direction of the dorms, still in your school uniform. Before he can scold you, he sees you arrive at your coach's specified practice location.

Mr. Aizawa parks his car and waits for a little until practice starts. He remains a fair distance away and watches you with awe, though it wasn't shown on his face. He began to wonder why you'd kept this talent such a secret.

After practice ends and you leave, Mr. Aizawa approaches the coach and asks for the competition schedule. It's safe to say you were surprised to see your entire high school class cheering you on at the next event.

From that point forward, Mr. Aizawa makes sure he's always there to pick you up from practice. He also makes sure there's at least four of your classmates at every competition, if not, more.

[bakkusimpp]

He's your teacher! Dammit!

Aizawa Shouta x student! Fem!reader

Chapter 6 : Eyes don't lie

Aizawa is strict about his realtionships with others, how much he opens up and how many people he lets in his life is very calculated.

Aizawa has a set of rules for the people in his life, diffrent for friends, colleagues, and his students.

He has felt and understood her stare, how she lingers a bit more than her classmates, and how her eyes wanders up and down his body, he tried to ignore it at first, it became hard as the days passed. He noticed how she automatically smiles when her eyes lands on him, a small almost unnoticeable smile.

She relaxed whenever she was near him, whether talking to him or not. He knew she felt safe around him, and he was happy that as her teacher he could provide a sense of safety to his students. He remembered the villain attack at the summer camp, how she looked so terrified infront of that villain. How he quickly came to rescue. He noticed, she looked relieved, dazed almost.

He noticed how she stared at him infront of her parents, her eyes wandering around him, taking him in, as if she had to memorise his features that day. He didn't look back when he patted her head, she looked too surprised, too cute.

He noticed how his heartbeat slightly ,very slightly quickens when she's around. He hates to admit it. And he knows he never will admit. Never.

He can't- he won't.

He told himself that what y/n felt was just a mere admiration. Not anything serious, she was a kid after all.

But...why did his heart crushed (slightly) when he saw her with bakugou that night?

And why does she look so serious when he teasingly asked : "so you and bakugou huh?"

He asked that question to unconsciously give himself a closure, she liked someone else.

She paused. Looked at him, as if thinking very hard.

After a moment, she stood up from the bench , standing infront of him. He looked shocked.

What..

"Sensei, I think the whole 1-A knows, who I'm attracted to," she held a serious face but her voice softer, her eyes soften.

His breath hitched, heart quickening. And face burned.

He cannot be feeling this for his student.

He stood up, quickly. walking away. He paused, facing away from her.

"School starts soon, get ready," he walked away, didn't look back. She looked at his fading figure feeling every emotion she could feel in that very moment.

Aizawa Shouta was a stern, cold and controlled man. But his eyes holds the truth.

Eyes don't lie.

[beembeem]

Halloooo, I'd like a platonic Aizawa x reader where the reader is a student of his and tries to do EVERYTHING to not be in the Limelight bc they hate the attention? Also, they're planning on becoming an underground hero :33 Remember to drink water <33

Thank you for the request! I really had a lot of fun writing this, it was nice to write again after my break!

Stay hydrated, everyone!

You had been on aizawas radar from the first day of school. You never joined any clubs and participated in any school events. He's never seen you openly interact with anyone in your class aside from a quiet "yes" or "no." Although you performed well at the festival, you went home the second you had won your fight. Your lunches were spent in an empty classroom, so you'd avoid the groups of your classmates. He's not even sure anyone knows your name. Public speaking and being social is part of the job so when the first month of school ended and he noticed you still werent participating in any clubs or sports teams he took the opportunity to put you in on the PA with mic.

You'd be let out of class five minutes early to make your way down to the PA room and announce school news and maintenance. "Hey listener! Are you ready to get to work?" The blond yelled, and you nodded."Alright! So here's what you need to read. Don't be shy to add your own funky twist!" He handed you a sheet of paper,"just keep it school appropriate. " he laughed, and you glanced over the paper just the usual. Staircase B is out due to quirk mishaps and a new lunch special "so.. do I just read it?" You asked, staring at the PA system. The thought of the whole school hearing your voice made your stomach turn. "Yep! There's nothing else to it! Here." He stood up from his seat and motioned for you to sit."Are you ready?" He asked "uh-"great! " he didn't give you time to finish he pushed down on a bright red button in front of the microphone before saying his opening phrase "hey hey hey listeners! It's your one and only present mic and" he motioned for you to say your name "y-y/n" You stated, your voice breaking a bit " and we have a few updates to share with you guys! So y/n take it away!" He motioned for you to announce "u-uhm for today's announcement, uhm... s-staircase B is out of order, and uh, because of" you tried to be confident, but the words died on your tongue instead tears welled up in your eyes and present mic put a hand on your head before taking over and finishing the announcements. When the announcements were finished and turned to talk to you but your seat was empty, and the door was ajar.

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Aizawa stared blankly at you. "You want to be... an underground hero?" He repeated your words, and you nodded. "That's a first for 1a," he chuckled quietly to himself. You stared at the classroom floor and waited for him to speak again. " Why?" He asked before picking up a sheet from an earlier test and marking a few questions "w-well I don't think I handle the public as well as everyone else. You probably heard how I was on the PA system. And with the way my quirk works, I think it'd be better to work underground. Plus, I think it'd be a great opportunity for me to keep my identity a secret. " You rambled a bit anxiously, but your teachers focus still remained on the sheet. "Y/n, I get what you're saying. I really do." He started,"but you need to learn how to socialize if you want to be a hero. " he stated,"b-but!" He raised his hand, cutting you off."No buts. What if you need to control a crowd? Or help a lost child? Even if you become an underground hero that won't change what you need to learn, you frowned a little and sighed before turning back to your desk to get your bag and leave. "But." You turned to face him."If you can learn to effectively socialize and stay on the PA system for the rest of the school year, I'll mark you as an underground hero, " he said then turned his attention right back to the sheet of paper. You smiled and thanked him before leaving the classroom and shutting the door behind you.

[s7arryxo]

ೃ⁀➷ 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.

[animestsstuff2]

omg would you write all might headcanons?

Prohero All Might boyfriend headcanons.

I hope you like this!:)

All might x fem reader!

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Exchange StudentToshinori, who arrived in America and was immediately greeted by you the class rep. Toshinori who was loud, eccentric and always smiling immediately taking your hand to shake. The action making you scowl slightly as you mumbled a halfhearted welcome, yawning afterwards.

Exchange StudentToshinori, who followed you around everywhere, always appearing, always shouting something and always finding you. You secretly pretending to be bothered but enjoyed the one on one attention

Classmate Toshinori, who noticed you were always alone, class rep and everyone said hi to you but always ate alone, studied alone. Toshinori who joined you every chance he got. You were the first to great him! And in return he believed you needed company.

Classmate Toshinori, who was impressed by your quirk and your ability to use it so well, begging you almost every day to train with him. You would always say no and tease him before finally relenting.

Toshinori, who was saved by your quirk in the midst of battle, caught of guard by the building falling down atop him till you formed one of your spheres round him, keeping him safe.

Toshinori, who brought you out everytime he went somewhere different in the city whether it was out for food, a walk or to shop. Toshinori who paid for everything you wanted to get, whether it was food or just glancing at a dress in the window, leaving your face red but very appreciative.

CrushToshinori, who made you nervous when he came round, never having spent so much time with someone or had much interests from boys. Toshinori who loved hearing about your day at lunch after school.

CrushToshinori, who had to go back to Japan but promised to call you everyday and told you to come over when you both graduated in the summer. Toshinori who told you you could stay in his house.

BoyfriendToshinori, who smiled as he greeted you at the airport entrance. Toshinori who was swamped by paparazzi calling him All Might but all he focused on was you as he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, that big grin on his face as you hugged him back.

BoyfriendToshinori, who trusted you enough to tell you about his quirk’s history knowing one day you would see him in his old state and understood if you no longer wanted to date him. Toshinori who peppered you with kisses and a big hug when you told him you didn’t care what he would look like. He’d always be your hero.

BoyfriendToshinori, who when interviewed whether professionally or on the street always wound up talking about you and how amazing you were, leaving you blushing as you watched it later on Tv.

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Teachers Pet 🍎💋 [ part 9 ] Weekday Rescue!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI // 18+ only

PHOTO 📷 CREDIT • ♥️ DIVIDER

⚠️ Caution Warning ⚠️ TEACHER X STUDENT - - TEACHER CRUSH - - AGE GAP - - LEWD FANTASIES - - SLOW BURN

We’re back in business, babes! ✨ we finally made it ! enjoy a long cute chapter <3

[part eight]

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Aizawa was currently fixated on exams and hero work. Even though he still had a hero mentor to check up on his progress out in the field, Aizawa was able to catch up with the big leagues.

Even his older peers were shocked by his maturity and professionalism.

With the help of his team, he was able to bind down a sketchy villain. He was easy to pin down, a low level goon for sure but he was quick on his feet and had super speed.

The team from his hero agency found themselves thanking the young third year for the help. Without his erasure quirk, they probably would’ve ran around in circles looking for the low tier villain till sunset.

Aizawa could only tug his scarf and muttered thanks. He still wasn’t use to receiving compliments.

“Truth be told, but I think you gotta give yourself more credit, Aizawa.” One of the masked heroes chuckled lightly.

Another one chipped in. “Yeah, I admit, I was afraid of your quirk being a danger to us but you’re a natural at using it against those villains.” They laughed nervously. “Glad you’re on our side.” A sidekick added after.

To Aizawa, it feels weird after finally receiving recognition. The last time he had this amount of support was from only one teacher…

But sadly, the semester was close to the end and his studies were more focused on hero work than ever before. That meant general education became sidelined or given not much time at all.

Aizawa got to see less and less of Miss (Y/n) as hero agencies contacted UA and scooped up promising third year students.

Yes, he knew this would happen when he applied at UA but that was before he knew he’d catch feelings for a certain teacher that was kind and caring to him for the first time.

You were the very few people that encouraged him and wanted to see him succeed. And it actually felt genuine when you said it.

It felt..nice to hear…

Maybe he’ll go visit her after field training..it is a weekday so she’ll definitely still be at UA teaching. He concluded to himself.

Patrolling around his assigned town, his mentor told him he should probably take a break.

Aizawa found himself hungry and walking to the closest convenience store nearby to grab a snack.

As he walked, two young kids approached Aizawa with a cute curiosity.

“Whoa! A hero in training!!” Aizawa had to admit, after receiving looks from adults who passed by him with some passive looks, it felt weird hearing a kid praise and gush about him.

“That costume is super cool! What’s the scarf made of?” the kid pointed directly at Aizawa's bandaged scarf. The teen was at a loss for words, he didn't expect so much attention this quick. He told Hizashi that this was the only part of being a hero he wasn't the biggest fan of. The attention and media stuff.

"It's actually a special bandage made especially for my powers." Aizawa let it slide since they were kids and were curious about a hero's costume.

"SOOO COOL!!!"

"When I become a hero, I'm getting a cool scarf!"

"Whaaaat?? No fair! I called dibs!"

"Since when?" "Since now!"

The kids soon ran off, still going back and forth about hero costumes, leaving Aizawa confused and by himself again.

He strolled into the convenience store and was greeted by a friendly clerk at the register. He could use a snack for today. He sighed as he walked around the small aisle of chips. All these looked pretty good. But alas, he was short on cash, only enough for a small bag and a subway back home.

Aizawa could take what he can get. Hopefully, there's some home-cooked food waiting for him.

A bell rang as the store's door opened, Aizawa could faintly hear small heels clanking against the store tile floor.

Aizawa didn't think much of it until he heard a voice.

"Got any scratchers today?" A woman's voice perked his ears a bit. His head peeked from the aisle, viewing the women standing in front of the register as the clerk looked behind him.

Aizawa walked towards her, chips he found in hand.

"Miss (L/n)?"

She let out a small gasp and turned her heels, facing her student. "Oh! Aizawa, what a nice surprise!" She warmly smiled at the third-year student. Aizawa admitted it, he was happy to see her again. Her smile was kind and sweet, and her figure was also something he missed too--damn it! Now is not the time...

"How are hero studies going?" she asked. "I've been told third-year students are working as heroes full time now." She added.

Gosh he missed hearing your voice so much! He felt his neck feel hotter by the second seeing your pretty smile.

Aizawa did his best to look cool and unbothered, unfortunately that left him stunted with his words. He tugged at his scarf a bit and replied, “Yeah, we’re getting a lot more involved with the police and crime is getting a lot more overwhelming to patrol around towns and cities.”

Aizawa may have over exaggerated with the work stuff in order to sound busy then he was. He didn’t wanna be cottled but at the same time, wanted Miss (L/n)’s praise on how hard he’s worked…just a bit of an ego stroke…please.

His English teacher only nodded and hummed at his reply, eyes winded in shock when he mentioned the overwhelming assignments.

“Well I must say Aizawa, you seem to be holding your own, despite the circumstances.” She smiled. “Keep this up and you might surpass all the pros and adults in the near future.” She winked, teasing but encouraging the young hero. Aizawa was taken aback but humbly thanked her afterward. Definitely reminding him why he still has a small crush on you…

“Five scratches for you, miss?” The clerk spoke up, waving the lottery cards behind her. She turned her heels and attention away from the third year, she smiled and perked up, “Oh yes! Thank you sir! These will do fine.”

Aizawa walked his way back to the corner aisle where all the chips were and went straight to the fridge doors to find a cold drink to wash down his chips with.

Aizawa knew that this fantasy crush wouldn’t make sense in reality. Miss (L/n) clearly saw him as just a kid, nothing more. Although the teasing was friendly and a nice ego boost, it was just that, friendly.

It could never be.

Another bell ring chimed the store. Aizawa heard but wasn’t in view of who it was. (Y/n) was leaning by the counter, scratching her lottery tickets with a coin, taking her time.

The soles of military boots stomped down against the thin tile. The clerk perked his head and smiled.

“Welcome sir! Just browsing through or—“ A gun clocked and silence came almost immediately.

A rough scuffed voice could be heard. “Give me everything in the register.” He warned. (Y/n) gasped immediately, dropping her penny that she was using to scratch her ticket. She and along the clerk raised their hands up slowly, fear and worry on their faces.

Aizawa sharply turned, panic ensued. He immediately laid low within the small aisle. Gulping as sweat beads followed. This was not good. At least he knew the robber didn’t know he was here.

The celebration didn’t last though as his anxiety shot through the roof when he peaked his eyes through the counters and saw Miss (L/n) shaking, her standing frozen solid in fear. Crap! She’s a hostage too!

“Anything else s-sir?” The clerk muttered lowly. The robber hummed to himself.

“Get me some smokes! Actually, on second thought, some cigars.” The robber chuckled.

He gritted his teeth and brows frowned. The lowlife of robber wasn’t gonna get away…not on his watch.

Although anxiety got the better of him as he came back to reality. He couldn’t call for backup! Any communication would make too much noise and draw attention to himself. Making three hostages in the process. If was gonna prevent this robbery with no one getting hurt, he had to make his moves count!

The clerk gave the man a small package of cigars, as he did the man turned his attention to (Y/n), darkly smirking as he looked at her figure up and down. The teacher blushed and a look of discomfort followed.

“I’m taking this sexy minx with me!”

(Y/n) tried to get away but was pulled by her collar and her back was against that scumbags chest who soon chuckled darkly after. He’s hand grabbed both her wrists together and the other held a gun to her head. She gritted her teeth and struggled at his grasp.

“Let me go you, dick! You got what you wanted!” She spat, hatred and spite lingered in her words as she cursed at him.

“Nah doll, with this cash and cigars, we’re gonna have some fun together.” She was absolutely disgusted. Such scum, so greedy and pathetic that he could’ve just walked away with the money. The robber meanwhile was smitten and full of life, even after receiving a death glare from her.

“Oh don’t give me that, doll!” He teased, tightening his grip on her. She winced in pain, still eyeing him up with hate and scorn.

“I don’t see any pros here..” he laughed. “So who’s gonna stop me?”

“Nothing can! That’s what!” He answered himself confidently.

Aizawa knew that was his cue, he wiped his scarfs as far as he could, taking him by surprise!

Just then, the robber slipped on the tile, landing on his side. Unbeknownst to him as he boasted his victory, Aizawa wrapped his scarf around the robber’s ankles, pulling it caused his legs to fused and fall on his face against the tile.

Miss (L/n) quickly followed suit and elbowed the scums’ stomach to keep him down, running away as Aizawa rushed in.

Aizawa took the liberty of pinning the robber down on the cold tile as he had him all tangled up to make sure he wasn’t gonna move a single inch!

Aizawa called the police and said they were on their way. Miss (L/n) approached the clerk and ask if he was alright. Clerk nodded his head, still pretty shaken up. The teacher gently took him outside the store for some fresh air and assured him. “It’s all over, sir. The police are on their way.” She looked back and saw Aizawa still restraining the guy, and noticed how knocked out cold he was. Thank goodness.

She was immensely proud of Aizawa tonight! He handled that scum robber like a pro (no pun intended) and did his best to immediately call for back up. He was improving fast and had the marks of a future pro hero, no denying that! She never doubted Aizawa in the slightest.

After the police and some local pros came to assist the aftermath, media reporters interviewing witnesses or as many people that could be asked questions about what went down.

You opted to only report to the pros, to be honest, it was mostly you praising young Eraserhead. Police questioned and asked you if you were hurt but you assured them nothing crazy happened. You mentioned that the robber was being kind of a creep but you decided to not press charges.

Aizawa was a lot more quieter than usual, seeing all these media reporters and onlookers at the scene wasn’t what he expected to be in the middle of. He originally came for some cheap chips for lunch and few hours later, he’s being bombarded with reporters asking who he is.

He just wanted lunch…

Although he’s glad you’re safe and sound. He didn’t expect to be your savior today. It genuinely annoyed him how that criminal was treating you like an object and asking you for ‘a good time’. Pathetic.

He didn’t realize how mad he got, that he must’ve pinned down the guy a little too aggressive that he accidentally knocked him out cold when the police carried him away.

Oops

Aizawa turned his head, Miss (L/n) smiled, ear to ear, approaching him.

“You did an amazing job today, Eraserhead…” she warmly praised, winking as she said his hero name. Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat.

“Not your scene huh?” She asked simply, noting his quiet demeanor at the cameras and loud bystanders. Aizawa only sighed and shook his head.

She gasped, an idea sprung from her head. Aizawa cocked his head in confusion.

“How about we get outta here, lunch will be on me.” She flashed a smile. Young Aizawa couldn’t agree more!

Maybe patrol wasn’t so bad after all…

((To Be Continued…))

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[dreamilysporadicpervert]

S. Aizawa | Dorm Patrol

So this will be my first time posting one of these on here. It's more of an experiment than anything else, but I had an idea for a one-shot/fic and I figured I'd see if anyone would be interested before I invest actual time into it, you know?

TW: 18+, studentxteacher (implied afab), peeping, masturbation

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT

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He's wanted you since the first day of classes. Something about you draws him in like a moth to a flame. He's done his best to keep himself in check, but every night when he patrols the dorms, he checks in on you, slipping his head into your room.

If you're up, then he makes sure to check in on some of the others to make sure he doesn't arouse suspicion, but if you're asleep, he watches you sleep for a bit, admiring your features.

After his dorm patrol is over, he goes to his own room and locks the door, using his rolled up undershirt as a gag as he violently pumps his cock, not even waiting to get all the way out of his hero suit. He thinks of the way your lips move when you talk, how they would taste on his, how you've got just the right figure, how he wants to touch every inch of you with his rough hands.

Sometimes, if training is one on one and you volunteer to be used in his demonstration, he rubs one out during his lunch break, barely making it to his room before he loses his composure completely.

As teens are wont to do, you start experimenting on yourself, and hearing you pant and moan under your own ministrations has him hard instantly. His impulse tells him to burst through your door and ravage you the way you deserve until his cock is coated in your juices and your voice gives out from screaming his name, but he knows that he shouldn't, so he fights it with everything he has and opts to just listen.

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Please like this and/or tell me if you'd like to see it more detailed. I'm not quite prepared to do a lot of asks, but if you want, you can send me something to mull over for later.

[lilithliliam]

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💜

[corporalswhore]

— shota aizawa drabble in my drafts for 3 years!

cue carina and her obsession w student/teacher relationships (you guys already know this).

this is poop but trust i’m working on stuff for age gap april 😘

it’s in the way you always stay back after class — packing away your stuff slowly and walking up to his desk with a slight pep as the last student trickles out.

“do you need any help, aizawa-sensei?” you inquire, voice dripping with honey and a small grin on your lips.

like clockwork — iida thinks as he peers through the glass.

he’s always the last one out after every class — ensuring that none of his classmates had fallen asleep and that they were all out the door — but he’s picked up a pattern with you.

he’s never the last one out after aizawa’s lectures — you always remain.

you always have a reason to speak to him — be it, can you help me with the homework? or can i get your opinion on this? or can i stay here to study? it’s so loud everywhere else.

and aizawa eats it up everytime — none the wiser to your ulterior motives.

iida wants to set you on the right path — he knows exactly what you’re doing but god — the way your face lights up when you speak to shota breaks his heart. it’s downright devastating the way heat rushes to your cheeks when he smiles at you.

but maybe he’ll allow you this small solace, this small joy — because he knows, you understand better than anyone how much this little fantasy will never be.

[fatkish]

Aizawa finds their student, reader, impressively talented at combat and hero training. Aizawa was going to talk to parents about living in the dorms or their astonishing experience and finds out why.

reader was kidnapped as a child into a corrupt hero agency from five to eleven. their pro hero parents have strong quirks and their child was a mix of the two quirks. this hero agency caused immense amount of damage to the children who were kidnapped, forcing them to compete against each other. those whose quirk didn’t improve, they were brought to orphanages or if they were old enough to speak out properly, killed.

they/them for reader, androgynous appearance preferably :3

sorry if this is too gruesome, feel free to delete or change it up a little if it’s a bad request — thank you!

— anon 🫧

(Sorry this took so long for me to write. I’ve been struggling with mental and physical health issues as well as writers block. I hope you don’t mind that I based this loosely off of Marvel’s Black Widow and Wolverine. Also, reader takes Mineta’s place in UA)

(Platonic) Aizawa x Student Reader

It wasn’t hard to see just how formidable you were from the start. During the entrance exam, the teachers were amazed at how quick and efficient your performance was. You took down the mock villains with precision and ease and when it came to the zero pointer, you stoped it by climbing up its arm and making cuts all along it, destroying any and all wiring until it shut down. You aced the written exam and got the highest score on the practical exam. Some of the teachers were surprised that you weren’t among the recommended students. Either way, they were impressed by your skills and immediately put you in class 1A.

On the first day of school, Aizawa noticed that you didn’t really communicate with anyone and ignored most people who tried to talk to you. When he started the quirk apprehension tests, you were one of the few students who had no reaction. With every test, you gave it your ‘all’. Or, at least you appeared to. You got a pretty decent score despite not having the most powerful or flashy quirk. It was during Hero 101 training the next day that Aizawa began to question your personal background. You were paired with Momo Yaoyarozu, an equally smart and strategic girl. You and Momo quickly strategized and decided that she would stay behind and barricade the door while you hunted down the hero team. You had her make smoke bombs and in less than a minute of the round starting, you had captured both students from the hero team. Aizawa had watched the footage of the training sessions and was impressed by your speed. But he was also curious.

In the following days, Aizawa discreetly kept his eye on you, observing you and your mannerisms to see if his worst fear was true. After seeing the footage of the training, he looked deep into your records and found that you were homeschooled. He looked into all your background information but it was all clean, too clean he felt. He feared that you might live in an incredibly dangerous neighborhood but found that you live alone in a small apartment in a moderately safe neighborhood. Despite everything that he could access, you seemed like a normal teenager. But why do you live alone? Where are your parents? He decided that he would ask you about it the next day. When he did ask you about it, you told him that your parents lived in Russia and that they work in undercover operations which is why there’s no contact information, it’s for their safety and yours. Aizawa had no reason to not believe you so he accepted your explanation, it would also explain your above average skill level.

Aizawa continued to observe your capabilities and during the practical exam, you quickly realized that you wouldn’t be able to defeat Midnight if you had to carry Sero the entire time. Sadly Sero was knocked out almost immediately so you hoisted him onto your shoulders and ran towards the exit while dodging Midnight. You passed the practical exam with flying colors and immediately dropped Sero on the ground once you passed the gate. Time went by and eventually the summer training camp came around. During the attack, the moment you smelled smoke you knew something was up. Before anyone noticed the villains or the smoke, you shot off into the woods. The pro’s called out for you to come back but you didn’t listen. Eventually, the first villain you came across was Moonfish. He had already attacked Shoji and Tokoyami. What you didn’t know was that Shigaraki had learned about your past and wanted you captured along with Bakugou.

After the attack, when heroes and police/paramedics arrived, the pros and police were stunned when they found you, claws unsheathed and dripping blood, covered in cuts all over, standing over the corpse of the notorious serial killer Moonfish. Looking the police and heroes dead in the eye, without any emotion in your voice or on your face, you spoke. “They were after me. I was their second target. It was kill or be killed. Besides, he was already on death row, he was going to die if he was apprehended.” You spoke with a flat voice as you passed by the heroes and police. “Who do I give my statement to?” You asked the nearest police officer. After regaining their composure, they lead you back to camp and took your statement. Despite the paramedics insistence, you refused to go to the hospital and showed them your already healing wounds.

Unknown to everyone else, you had caught the Nomu’s scent in the forest and returned to the city to hunt it down while the heroes and your classmates were in the hospital. It took you two days and nights of scouring the shadier parts of the city before you caught the Nomu’s scent. After discreetly marking the area, you returned to your apartment and took out your special suit from your past, one designed for you by the Russian hero agency that was tailored with armor and stealth equipment. You made sure to pack all your gear, your weapons, spy camera and microphone as well as your quirk restraining darts. These darts were the last of the prototypes created by the same Russian facility that turned you into a living weapon. The darts contain strong, fast acting quirk repressing serum. You didn’t know what you were going to encounter so you made sure you were prepared for anything. That night, you went back to the building and used a device to scan the interior of the building and locate any and all security devices. After discreetly hacking into the building’s security systems and making sure they would ignore your presence, you scaled the walls and climbed into the vents from the roof. After crawling through the vents for a bit, your instincts told you to stop, that there was danger ahead. You decided to stay put, not a moment later, the building shook and you saw as the vents and ceiling just a few feet in front of you was destroyed by Mt. Lady.

You stayed hidden even when All for One attacked and when All Might showed up. Seeing how the fight was going, you pulled out your dart rifle and aimed at All For One, without being detected you loaded a quirk repressing dart and fired once All For One was within range. The dart hit him and in minutes suppressed his quirk. You quickly left the vents and ran at him, claws unsheathed and snarling. The entire world watched as you made quick work of All For One, severing his limbs and beheading him before kicking his body parts far away from each other. You were wearing a mask so no one could immediately identify you. Before the heroes could stop you, you used a flash grenade and smoke bomb to cover your tracks as you fled the scene.

Afterwards, the heroes and police tried to identify who it was that suddenly showed up and killed All For One before quickly disappearing. They knew it had to be a pro, someone who’s had at least 8 years worth of experience in these kinds of situations. While the police and detectives continued their search, Aizawa and the other teachers began going to houses to ask the parents if they would allow their kids to move to the UA dorms. Aizawa knew that your parents were likely to not be available to contact, but he still needed to try. When he and All Might showed up at your apartment, you let them in and made some tea/coffee for them. As you guys discussed things and whether your parents would be able to be contacted soon, All Might needed to use your restroom so you allowed him to. After leaving the living room and walking to the bathroom, he noticed your bedroom door was open slightly and through the crack, he saw the exact same mask the person who killed AFO wore. After going to the bathroom, he walked into your room and found your all your gear as well as a giant corkboard with newspaper/article clippings in multiple languages, photos of people, some with black X’s on their faces as well as photos of houses and dates circled out. He’s been in the business long enough to know that this board was used to identify and track/locate targets. He grabbed the mask and returned to the living room and sighed before looking you in the eyes and asking if you killed AFO while holding up the mask for everyone to see.

Aizawa was surprised and both Pros looked at you as your eyes moved from the mask to the floor as your shoulders slumped and you sighed. “Yeah, I did.” You said as if you were talking about the weather. All Might was shocked and had to sit down as he took in the information. Aizawa knew there had to be more to your story. So he asked. That’s when you brought them into your bedroom and pulled out a box filled with folders and files of paperwork. After pulling out all the folders you began to explain to Aizawa and All Might what happened to you. When you were four, your quirk manifested, you had three retractable bone claws in between each first knuckle on your hands. You explained how your mother had a self healing quirk and worked as a police/hero mediator due to her ability to heal from even the most fatal wounds so long as there was something to heal from. Your father had claws and enhanced senses. Apparently, the hero agency knew of your parents quirks and when they learned that you had inherited both of their quirks, they offered to buy you. When your parents continuously refused, they decided to kill them and take you.

Once they took you, you underwent severe torture, training and quirk experiments. They wanted to create the ultimate weapon for peace. When you were 8 years old, they forced you to undergo an experimental and incredibly painful procedure that allowed them to fuse molten metal to your entire skeleton. You weren’t the only child at the facility, but you were the only one who underwent that procedure and survived. At 9 years old, they began to send you on missions where you were ordered to kill big time villains and secret villain organizations and operations. You showed Aizawa and All Might the complete files of the experiments, training, torture sessions, and all the mission reports. You then revealed that when you were 12, you had had enough and destroyed the facility, killing all the other kids in the process and the scientists, doctors and members of the hero agency involved with the secret operation. After destroying the facility, you collected all the evidence and either burned what wasn’t useful or kept what was. After that, you began hunting down every last person who was part of the operation, making sure that no other child would have to experience what you did.

After explaining everything to Aizawa and All Might, you looked up to see their horrified faces. Hearing the details of what you experienced was nothing compared to seeing actual photo and video evidence of all the pain you suffered. They both knew that what you did and are still doing is against the law, but taking into account that you were basically raised and taught to do this, there would have to be a lot of discussions about whether or not you’re truly guilty. After learning the truth, Aizawa told you that he won’t lie to you, they will have to inform the authorities about all of this and there is a lot good chance you might be locked up in Tartarus for your crimes. You nodded and accepted your fate without a trace of emotion and that was what broke them the most. You had been doing this for so long that you no longer really seemed to care about what happened to you. The moment they notified the authorities and the HPSC, the police arrived and arrested you.

The police and detectives combed through every inch of your apartment, collecting and cataloguing every file, weapon, article of clothing, etc. the only thing they couldn’t find where the files explaining how to fuse metal to a living person’s skeleton and the quirk suppressing darts. You made sure that no one would find those, lest they fall into the wrong hands. You were brought to a police station for questioning and were restrained as well as forced to wear quirk restraining cuffs. You answered whatever questions the police and detectives had asked and seemed to completely accept the grim reality of your supposed fate. Before the HPSC and police could officially charge you with your crimes and send you to Tartarus for the rest of your life, Nedzu and Aizawa came into your cell to talk to you. Nedzu asked if you like killing. You told him you have no real preference for it, it’s something you do well and have done it for a long time so you just continued. He then asked what it is that you like to do, and that question seemed to stump you. You could actually see the puzzled look on your face as you tried to come up with something you genuinely enjoyed doing. And when you couldn’t give Nedzu an answer, he smiled sadly at you. He then asked if you genuinely wanted to continue doing what you have been doing. You looked down for a moment and eventually told him that you just don’t want anyone else to suffer the way you did, and that you never want to be found and taken back by the people who experimented on you.

After talking a bit more, Nedzu and Aizawa left the police station. After a few days, Aizawa and Nedzu returned and you were released. Nedzu had made a deal with the HPSC, after everything you had gone through, done and experienced, there was no way that you could continue being a hero especially if the public knew all the details of the grisly crimes you committed. However, you were still deemed too dangerous to live on your own, and with your parents being dead, you had no legal guardian. So Nedzu had volunteered for UA to become your home. You would have to leave the hero course, you could still help and teach your fellow peers but you could never take the licensing exam. Instead, you would have to enroll into one of the other courses. Nedzu wanted you to be able to be free to choose what you wanted to do in life since you were never given the chance. The teachers would monitor you closely and you would wear a waterproof ankle monitor at all times so that your location would be constantly monitored. Additionally, you would have to attend mandatory counseling and therapy sessions every week.

When you returned to school, Aizawa, Midnight and Present Mic all went shopping with you and helped you with buying and setting up your new room in the teachers dorms. After you got settled in, you took the next semester to explore new things and hobbies, and with the help of the UA staff, you found that you really enjoy spending time with animals. Eventually, you ended up officially switching places with Shinso Hitoshi. He took your place in class 1A and you took place in class 1C. Surprisingly, the students in 1C welcomed you happily. With the help of Nedzu and the UA staff, you learned that you were really good with animals especially dogs and you began training to become a certified dog trainer who specializes in training various service dogs. Even though you weren’t in class 1A anymore, you still had a close relationship with Aizawa since he became your official legal guardian. When he took in Eri, you took her to the animal shelter and helped her pick out a companion animal that you would help her train to keep an eye on her stress levels so she wouldn’t have any episodes with her quirk. She chose a cat, much to Aizawa’s relief, and you and Eri trained to cat to alert her whenever her stress levels were high and to help her calm down.

When the final battles against Shigaraki happened, you stayed by Eri’s side and made sure she was safe. You kept her calm and told her that everything would be okay. You kept her distracted and when the battles were over, you, Eri, Aizawa and Present Mic all had a sleepover and watched family movies together. In the following years, you would officially become Eri’s older sibling and you graduated at the top of your general studies class. When you turned 18, your ankle monitor was removed and you were no longer ordered to attend counseling and therapy every week. Instead, you had to always keep your phone on you so your location could be tracked, and you only had to attend counseling and therapy sessions once a month. You decided to attend college and got a bachelor’s degree in biology and animal behavior studies. You eventually opened your own business where you took on clients and helped them train their own service animals as well as guard animals and got them certified. You were happy with this life and made sure to Thank Nedzu and Aizawa for taking a chance on you and helping you. You never thought you could have such a peaceful life after everything in the beginning, but you’re satisfied and happy with your life now. And it’s all thanks to Aizawa and Nedzu who never gave up on you, even when you did. Thanks to them, you have a bright future ahead of you.

[crowborn666-writes]

Hello! May I request for a platonic one shot of aizawa comforting his insecure plus size student? I have always wondered on how he would handle it in the most dadzawa way. I just really wanted some comfort cause I am also plus sized person myself. That is all, thank you very much!

Size Doesn’t Matter

(Hi yes this has been in my inbox for forever. I apologize. I dunno how good this’ll be, I feel rusty.)

Aizawa x Student!Reader

Genre: platonic, fluff

Summary: You find yourself insecure about your size. Are you fit to be a hero?

(Reader’s quirk is left up to interpretation)

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You frown at yourself in the mirror, pinching your sides in between your fingers. All the other students in your class were fit, well toned and perfect for their Quirks.

Yet you… you weren’t like that. Sure, you got past the schools entrance exam and even made it into the hero course, but…

You sighed, shaking your head before moving to get dressed for the day.

“Alright class, today we’ll be doing one-on-one’s. Bakugo you’re up against Sero,” Aizawa continued listing off pairs, “—and (Y/n) is up against Tsuyu.”

The pairs came and went, some had clear victors from the start, others left you on the edge of your seat. And finally it was your turn.

You nervously stepped up, along with Tsuyu, who seemed much more confident than you. Your mock battle didn’t last long, Tsuyu too fast for you to keep up with your Quirk.

It wasn’t long before you were knocked onto your back, the sound of the whistle bringing the fight to an end.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. Go back to the locker rooms and get ready for your next class.”

“Yes, sensei!”

You huffed, taking a moment to stare up at the ceiling of Gym Gamma.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned your head, looking up as your teacher and Tsuyu came into view.

“Are you ok?” Tsuyu asked, finger pressed to her lips, “I hope I didn’t hit you too hard, ribbit.”

“No, I’m okay, Tsuyu.” You offered a weak smile, watching as Aizawa ushered her off to the locker rooms.

“Something’s bugging you.” He stated, “What is it?”

“…Do you think I’m good enough to be a hero?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just… this.” You gestured to your stomach, your expression contorted in discomfort.

“You think your size will affect whether or not you become a good hero?” He asked, before crouching to be on your level as you sat up. “There’s plenty of heroes who aren’t thin, who need weight to be able to do the things they do. Don’t let your size get to you. And if anyone picks on you for it, they’ll be answering to me.”

You offered a soft smile.

“So become a Pro, you’ll be a role model for lots of kids out there if you do.”

[bakkusimpp]

He's your teacher, Dammit!

Shouta Aizawa x Student! Fem!reader

Chapter 1: The Point of View of a Teenage Girl

You sighed yet again and looked out the window.

The thought of him blurred in your mind and you blushed again—and he wasn't even there to make you blush. Just a mere thought was enough.

You wonder when it started…

[Summer Camp]

As everyone was in a frenzy of panic, you were frozen in place. You couldn’t move. Fear gripped your chest like chains—cold, paralyzing, all-consuming.

But what could you do?

There was a criminal. A villain standing in front of you.

Should I fight?

Run away?

Scream? (No, that’s probably dumb.)

What should I do? Someone help me...

Your thoughts raced, colliding like a bullet train with no brakes.

The villain, a man who seemed to be in his mid-twenties with black hair and scars on his face (and body), was in front of you smirking. He slowly and predatorily stalked toward you.

You were just a little plaything for him, before he got his hands on the main target—Bakugou.

“What’s the matter, little hero? Cat got your tongue?” he sneered.

He raised his brows and grinned.

Please… someone...

And as if God heard what you asked for—

You suddenly felt a tug at your waist. A long white rope coiled around you, yanking you back with force. You yelped in surprise as you were quickly dragged by the rope. Your hands gripped the person’s bicep, and you quickly looked at their face.

It was your grumpy homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa.

Up close, you realized you couldn’t look away from him.

“Stay back, kid,” he muttered and pushed you behind him protectively.

A feeling of safety bloomed in your chest.

The things that took place after he pushed you back were chaotic and hazy. You chose not to remember them. Your friend was kidnapped. You were so worried…

It had been days since Bakugou was taken by the League.

[Present]

Bakugou had finally been brought back—by you, Todoroki, Deku, and all of your friends. It had been dangerous, reckless... and you got quite the scolding from Mr. Aizawa.

“I cannot believe you,” he muttered sternly, massaging the bridge of his nose. As he looked back at you all, his eyes briefly held yours.

You quickly looked away, a pink tint rising in your cheeks as you cleared your throat. “Sorry, sensei...” Izuku mumbled.

He motioned for you all to leave the classroom, and one by one, each of you bowed and apologized.

You were the last one to leave. “We are very sorry, sensei, for causing you trouble,” you said as you bowed. You looked up—and saw his hardened expression.

“Y/N… I know how close you and Bakugou are. But I’d recommend not thinking of such plans again.”

Oh.

He knew.

He knew it was your idea.

A blush crept up your face, and you shyly looked away.

“S-sorry, sensei…”

“Go along now.”

His hand brushed lightly against your back as he guided you out.

...

“I wonder if he’s single,” you sighed, flipping through the pages of your textbook.

“You can’t be serious, Y/N! He’s our teacher! And he’d get in trouble if—”

You cut Mina off.

“I know! It’s just a stupid crush, okay? He only sees me as a student, maybe even a daughter… nothing else! So let me fangirl while I still can!”

You huffed, and Mina chuckled, sitting up. “I don’t understand you though. He’s grumpy and scary… always threatening to expel us.”

“You don’t get it!” you half smiled, half pouted.

...

“Be ready for combat in 30,” Aizawa announced, dismissing the class. One by one, everyone left. You slowly walked out, glancing back at Aizawa-sensei.

“It’s rude to stare, Y/N,” he said, not even looking up from his paperwork.

Shit.

“Sorry, sensei,” you mumbled, rushing out to catch up with your classmates.

...

That evening, you were exhausted from training. You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the sofa.

Your dad was watching the news. You lazily glanced at the screen… and froze.

There he was. Mr. Shouta Aizawa. Wearing a suit. Looking clean as hell. Giving an interview, dodging allegations, outsmarting tricky questions.

You watched it carefully—more carefully than your dad, who was now looking at you instead.

“Something caught your eye? It’s an old interview,” he asked.

You shrugged.

“I just haven’t watched it properly before.”

“It was so scary for us… as parents, we’re always worried about you.”

Your mom appeared with a bowl of fruit. “I think the teachers handled it well.

Aizawa-sensei saved me from that fire villain…” you mumbled, eyes still on the screen.

“That reminds me,” your mom said. “I got an email from your school this afternoon.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Your homeroom teacher wants to speak with every parent.”

Huh?

“He’s coming tomorrow.”

[beembeem]

Hi! Can I request aizawa x adoptive daughter or student reader, who is really quiet around aizawa, because she has daddy issues and struggles being around aizawa because he's so kind? Maybe some comfort?

Hi chat! It's been a long time sorry about that!( ＞Д＜；) I recently made a huge move to a different state, started a new school and got sick a bunch(ToT) so this fic isn't the best but someday I'll redo it because I really like the request! Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed! Feel free to leave a request

Tw: implied aɓuse and child neglect

You stood in front of your teachers desk, fiddling with your skirt. "Could you repeat yourself y/n?" He looked up from his stack of papers, and his tired gaze met you. You tensed and stuttered out your request. Aizawa raised his eyebrows and let out a "huh?" Before leaning forward in his chair. "C-can I sit in here to eat?" You whispered a bit louder."Chairs are empty. Do what you want." He motioned towards the desk before focusing on the papers in front of him. "You waiting for someone?" You jumped at the sudden voice before letting out a shaky "n-no sir. " "Did you pack your lunch or get it from the cafeteria?" The small talk making you shrink in your chair."I don't have any." You responded, and aizawa sighed and reached into his bag. The man walked over and sat a grape jelly pouch on your desk. "This was supposed to be my lunch for today, but you need to eat, alright?" Aizawa turned and went back to his desk, and you stared at the pouch before hastily devouring it. "Your parents don't feed you at home?" It was meant to be an unspoken thought, but it just slipped out. You stared at him in shock. "Sorry.Don't answer that." He said before returning to his papers.

The next day, you showed up in his classroom again. "Y/n, do you have lunch today?" He asked, and you nodded before pulling a granola bar from your bag. "I'll be back in a bit." He sighed before walking out of the room. When he returned, he made his way to your desk and sat the dollar store lunchbox in front of you. "I can't accept this!" You protested."I don't care to eat." He replied,"At least let me pay you back!" You dug in your bag to get your wallet and flinched when he held out his hand to stop you. "Y/n. that lunch box was like five dollars, it's fine."He paused before looking at you."Are you okay?" He asked when he noticed you shaking. "I-im." You stuttered and fell back when he moved closer. "Y/n, calm down." He slowly approached you, and you backed into a corner and hugged your knees and started to sob. Aizawa got on his knees and placed a hand on your back. "I'm sorry." You repeated over and over as your teacher soothed you. The both of you sat in the empty classroom, your sobs filling the empty room as aizawa tried to comfort you as best he could. your teacher soothed you better than your own father ever did.

[dee-writes-anime]

OH MY GOSH,

Imagine Aizawa dating a younger girl, whos a super model!!!

For an example, he’s on patrol right. And he visits her at a meet amd greet! Cameras are flashing as reader gives him a big smooch!!! How eould 1A, other teachers/pro heros and other students react😭

Randomly came to me after listening to turn heads by dem franchize boyz

Smeared Lipstick and Flashing Lights

FEATURING Shouta Aizawa x Reader

SUMMARY Aizawa's life erupts into chaos when you decide to kiss him in front of hundreds of cameras.

CONTENT WARNINGS pure fluff guys, class 1-A being children, pure chaos, descriptions of kissing, some good old teasing between friends

AUTHORS NOTE THIS IS AN EPIC IDEA MONTY!!! I love it so much and this was such a joy to write!

Tokyo Midtown Plaza shimmered with polished marble floors and the cool hum of upscale air conditioning. Velvet ropes stretched across the gleaming lobby, separating rows of cameras and screaming fans from the raised platform where you stood beneath a cascade of LED lights and branded banners.

You’d done a hundred of these meet-and-greets, but tonight—tonight you had a feeling. Something beneath your skin itched with electricity.

You signed a glossy photograph with a flourish, smiled into the flash of an iPhone, and handed it back to a starstruck girl who could barely form words. You whispered a quiet thank-you to her and turned slightly, posing with your signature look—chin tilted, eyes soft, a touch of a smirk.

Then you saw him.

Half-hidden behind a marble column near the back of the venue, head tilted low and posture slouched like he belonged in the shadows. To anyone else, he was just a tired man in black—another body in the chaos.

But to you? He was gravity.

Aizawa stood with his hands in his pockets, capture scarf bundled neatly at his hip, dust smudged along the sleeve of his hero coat. His half-up hair framed his face in messy strands, one brow raised slightly as he watched you work.

You beamed.

No hesitation. You ducked under the velvet rope, ignoring the flurry of movement from the security guards, and stalked toward him with long, graceful strides that only made the cameras turn faster.

“Miss—wait, please—” someone called after you.

He didn’t even flinch. Just blinked once. Slowly.

The moment you reached him, you grabbed his collar, leaned up on your toes, and kissed him.

Not a polite peck. Not something demure or for show. This was shameless, deliberate. The kind of kiss that says, I know exactly what I’m doing.

The crowd exploded behind you.

You smiled against his lips as the burst of camera flashes lit up the marble floor like fireworks. Someone in the press screamed. Another person cheered. The whole venue turned into a wall of voices, rising into a euphoric frenzy.

He didn’t kiss you back at first. He just stood there, stunned—probably calculating just how badly this would go over. But then, he exhaled through his nose, a sound like a sigh and a laugh, and his hand slid up to rest gently at your waist.

“You know,” he said, barely above the noise, voice gravel-thick, “I was just here to check in.”

“And now you’re here to be adored,” you replied with a wink.

His eyes softened for just a heartbeat before flattening back into their usual half-lidded look of apathy. But you knew better. You could feel the subtle tension in his hand where it gripped your waist a second longer than necessary.

“Cameras,” he said.

“Let them look.”

He groaned quietly, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward—barely. Only you would’ve noticed.

That was enough.

The dorm was quiet. Suspiciously so.

Most of Class 1-A had retreated to the common area for snacks and late-night studying—though the "studying" part had long since given way to Kaminari and Sero attempting to balance textbooks on Mineta's head while he napped.

Mina sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through channels in boredom until she landed on a newscast with the caption in bold white font:

"BREAKING: ERASERHEAD CAUGHT KISSING FASHION ICON LIVE AT MIDTOWN PLAZA."

She blinked.

Paused.

Then screamed.

“KIRISHIMA!!! DENKI!!! TODOROKI!!! LITERALLY EVERYONE!!! GET IN HERE—NOW!”

The boys crashed into the room like a herd of startled cattle, Kirishima wiping crumbs off his chin and Denki tripping over a power cord.

“WHAT? WHAT IS IT? IS IT A VILLAIN ATTACK?” Kirishima shouted.

“No, it’s worse—it’s—LOOK!”

She jabbed a finger at the screen, rewinding the footage.

And there he was.

Eraserhead. Grumpy, broody, nap-loving homeroom teacher Aizawa Shouta—standing in full hero gear at a public venue, stiff as a board while a beautiful, radiant woman in a black satin dress yanked him down and kissed him senseless. And not just any woman.

“Wait—isn’t that—?” “It is!” “That’s the supermodel from the Sekai spread! The one that broke the internet—” “The one who made that sheer mesh catsuit look good!” “I HAVE THAT CATSUIT SAVED TO MY CAMERA ROLL!”

Kirishima collapsed to the floor with a groan. “Bro. BRO. He pulled a woman like that?! That’s so—so manly, I don’t even have words—”

Todoroki watched with a blank stare. “He said relationships were a ‘distraction.’ I guess he meant our relationships.”

Kaminari’s mouth was wide open. “Did you see the way she grabbed him? Like—like she owned him?! That was insane! I need someone to kiss me like that!”

“You need someone to tolerate you first,” Jirou muttered, deadpan.

Uraraka was red as a tomato. “I didn’t even know Mr. Aizawa smiled. Did you see the way he looked at her after?!”

On screen, the camera zoomed in. A faint curl of his lips. A glimmer of affection behind sleep-heavy eyes.

“Mr. Aizawa is hot,” Tsuyu said matter-of-factly, sipping her tea. “We all just didn’t want to admit it.”

Midoriya’s hands shook as he scribbled furiously in his notebook.

“Notable change in public persona… possibly quirk synergy in shared lifestyle? Domestic compatibility? Hero-student boundaries?? What does this mean—?!”

“Yo, we gotta show this to Bakugo,” Sero grinned.

As if summoned by sheer will, Bakugo stomped into the room seconds later, glaring. “The hell are you losers screaming about this time?!”

The TV lit up with the moment. The kiss. The crowd. The lipstick smudge on Aizawa’s stubble.

Bakugo stopped dead.

There was a long silence.

“…That old bastard is pulling?” he muttered.

The world tilted slightly.

“I’m done,” Bakugo said, turning on his heel.

The breakroom at U.A. smelled like burnt coffee grounds and the faint tang of disinfectant. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sterile glow over the mismatched mugs, half-eaten rice balls, and teacher-grade exhaustion that clung to every surface.

Aizawa sat in the corner, hood up, eyes closed behind his capture scarf like he could will himself into a coma. His coffee sat untouched. He had already regretted waking up today—and he’d only been conscious for ten minutes.

He didn’t look up when Hizashi burst into the room like a man on a mission.

“SHOUTA. Shouta. SHOUTA. Dude.”

Aizawa cracked one eye open. Slowly. Like a tired cat contemplating murder.

“What,” he muttered.

Yamada slammed his phone down onto the breakroom table, screen up, the brightness blinding in the otherwise dull space. A still image of the kiss—Aizawa’s gloved hand on your waist, your lips pressed to his with the kind of audacity the internet had only dreamed of—burned across the display.

“YOU’RE A VIRAL SENSATION, BABY!” Hizashi howled, flinging his arms out. “How the hell did you not tell me you were dating her?!”

Aizawa closed his eye again. “It’s not a secret.”

“Not a secret?! Half of Japan’s on fire. You made national news during a patrol route!”

“Wasn’t my fault.”

“You kissed a supermodel—in front of cameras—during a public event.”

“She kissed me.”

Hizashi made a strangled noise. “Ohhhhhh my god you’re impossible.”

Across the room, Midnight—lounging against the countertop in leather pants and a smirk—sipped from her coffee like it was wine. “I always knew you had taste,” she purred. “Didn’t think you had game, though.”

“I don’t,” Aizawa said flatly.

“Sure,” she hummed. “That’s why you’re all over the entertainment blogs this morning. Scandalous mystery hero revealed as fashion queen’s secret boyfriend!” She tossed her phone on the table, showing the article. “They’re calling you ‘Japan’s Grumpy Zaddy.’”

“I’m going to burn the internet.”

“Too late,” came Cementoss’s low, amused voice as he entered, arms crossed and half a rice cracker hanging out of his mouth. “My daughter texted me asking if we serve caviar now that Aizawa’s dating royalty.”

“I don’t even know what caviar tastes like.”

“She said you’re her new favorite hero. She used to like Best Jeanist.”

Aizawa stared blankly at his coffee.

Then, with painful timing, All Might entered, beaming as if this was the most wholesome turn of events in modern history. “Aizawa! What a lovely surprise to see you trending for something positive!”

“I was trending?” Aizawa asked grimly.

“Oh yes!” Toshinori fumbled for his reading glasses, squinting at his phone. “There’s a fan account already! They’ve posted over twenty edits. The music choices are a little intense though. Very… sensual.”

“Please stop talking.”

“OH! OH! Is this the one where you’re like—grrr, and she’s all—mmwah?” Yamada mimed both parts dramatically, complete with flailing arms and kissy noises.

“I will end you.”

The breakroom door opened again.

This time it was Nezu, rolling in with an espresso in his paws and a suspicious twinkle in his beady little eyes.

“Well well well,” he said, voice chipper as ever. “Our dear Eraserhead. A viral sweetheart. A romantic lead. Dare I say… a public figure?”

“I’m not a public figure.”

“You are now.”

“I’ll quit.”

“No you won’t,” Nezu said, sipping serenely. “Because she makes you smile.”

A beat of silence.

Everyone turned.

Yamada’s mouth dropped open. “You SMILED?!”

“I did not smile.”

“You so smiled.”

“I was grimacing.”

“Your eyes were smiling,” Midnight said helpfully.

“God, just—stop talking. All of you.”

“You know, the students are in shambles,” said Cementoss. “Mina nearly passed out. Midoriya’s having a hero notebook crisis. I think Todoroki thinks love is a government conspiracy now.”

Aizawa groaned and finally buried his face in his arms on the table. His coffee sat cold. His life was ruined. And the worst part?

He could still feel the faint smudge of your lipstick against the corner of his mouth.