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Hitoshi Shinso x f! Teacher! Reader (Evil laugh)

A/n: I've been thinking about Shinso x teacher reader for quite some time and here I present it to you!!! ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) and also a bit aizawa x reader (platonic!!!)

Chapter One: New Teacher

"Miss Y/n! I'm so pleased to welcome you to U.A. High!" Principal Nezu beamed, his small paws clapping as thunderous applause echoed around his office.

The faculty had all gathered to welcome you. The moment was surreal—faces you’d grown up seeing as mentors were now your equals. Colleagues.

"Welcome back, kid," Aizawa’s low, familiar voice came from beside you, and his hand ruffled your hair like he hadn’t done since you were a student yourself.

"Sensei!" you lit up, beaming. "I missed you guys so much!"

"Yup. Still too bright. I’m out," he muttered, already turning for the door.

You laughed, hugging the other teachers. Emotions spilled over—tears slipping past your lashes. It felt like coming home.

Once the greetings were over and the others filtered back to their classrooms, you approached Nezu’s desk.

"Y/n, I hope you're ready. You won’t be a homeroom teacher—"

"She can take my class," Aizawa interrupted casually from the doorway without even looking back.

Nezu chuckled. "They’re a handful, you know.

"It can’t be helped. I applied for the Mathematics position," you shrugged, settling into your chair.

Nezu nodded, pulling out a file. "Yes, yes, but we also need to discuss something more… delicate."

You straightened instinctively.

"I trust you received the message from the higher-ups?" he asked, voice quieter now.

"Of course, sir," you replied, tension coiled beneath your smile.

He handed you the file and gestured toward the clock. “That said… it’s almost time for your first class. 1-A. I’d suggest moving quickly before they start climbing the walls.”

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Meanwhile – Classroom 1-A

"I have an announcement," Aizawa said as he entered the room, his tone bored as ever.

The class snapped to attention.

"You’re getting a new math teacher. The last one couldn’t quite handle you lot."

Snickers and groans rippled through the students.

"Her name’s Miss Y/n. Don’t get too excited—she’s no better than you. Just graduated a couple years ago. Still got that teen spirit."

A few students whispered.

"She’s strict," Aizawa added, pausing at the doorway. "Worse than me."

"WORSE THAN YOU!?"

"THERE’S SOMETHING WORSE THAN AIZAWA-SENSEI?!" Kirishima and Kaminari shouted in unison.

Aizawa smirked and walked off. "She’ll be here soon."

"Do you think she’s hot?" Mineta said, but no one paid him attention.

"I really wanted a female teacher!" Momo squealed, turning to Mina. "We could be friends!"

"Girl math!" Mina giggled.

Midoriya scribbled in his notebook, eyes darting between equations and the door. He nudged Shinsou, who sat at the back.

Shinsou didn’t respond. He’d opened his eyes for one second, glanced toward the door, and then leaned back with his arms crossed behind his head like he didn’t give a damn.

But he was listening.

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When You Walk In

The door creaked open.

Every head turned.

Your heels clicked softly as you stepped in, confidence oozing from every movement even if your heart was racing inside your chest.

You placed your folder down, smiled just slightly. "Good afternoon, everyone. I’m Miss Y/n, your new mathematics teacher."

The classroom was dead silent for a second—then filled with whispers, side-eyes, and soft mutters of “she’s cute,” “oh she looks like she’ll kill us,” and “finally someone with fashion sense.”

But Shinsou? He didn’t say a thing. He watched. Quiet. Still. Those sharp indigo eyes trailing your every move, every expression. Not in awe, not in lust—just… focused.

You continued, voice firm and clear, "Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not here to babysit you. I expect focus, effort, and zero bullshit. Got it?"

More groans. A few grins. A challenge hung in the air.

Shinsou’s lips twitched at the edge. Just a little.

He liked that.

The way you didn’t sugarcoat. The way you didn’t beg to be liked.

You launched into the lesson with ease, chalk sliding across the board as the room slowly adjusted to your rhythm. Some students genuinely focused, some tried to sneak texts. But Shinsou

Shinsou watched. Every. Second.

The way your voice dipped when you explained something complicated.

The curve of your lips when a student got an answer right.

The way your fingers brushed chalk dust from your skirt like you didn’t even notice

You weren’t trying.

You weren’t pretending.

And that killed him.

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After Class

You closed your folder with a snap.

“That’s all for today. Homework’s on the board. I expect it done and submitted on time. And yes,” your eyes narrowed just enough to scare them, “I will be grading harshly.”

"She's actually cool…" Kirishima whispered to Kaminari, who nodded, starry-eyed.

“Scary-hot,” Kaminari mumbled.

“I like her teaching style,” Tsuyu added quietly.

“She’s got great shoes,” Momo noted again, and Mina squealed in agreement.

Izuku was frantically writing notes about your approach to teaching, the formulas, your clarity of speech—he looked like he’d just watched a TED Talk.

Shinsou didn’t say a damn word.

But when you glanced his way—just for a second—your eyes locked.

And in that second, something shifted.

His chest felt tight.

He told himself it was nothing

He told himself he was just curious.

But deep down, the flicker had already started.

The first spark of something he didn’t have a name for yet

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Later That Day

You leaned against the wall near the vending machine, sipping the canned tea Aizawa had wordlessly offered.

“She didn’t run. Impressive,” he said, tone flat.

“I like them. They’ve got a little chaos in them. It’s… refreshing.”

He gave you a rare nod of approval.

From the far end of the hallway, Shinsou paused. Just for a second. You were laughing—something soft and unguarded.

And he wasn’t used to feeling like this

So he turned and walked away before he had to admit it.

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That Night – Shinsou’s POV

He lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.

He couldn’t stop hearing your voice in his head.

He didn’t know why it stuck. Why you did.

You were too new. Too bold. Too… alive.

And for someone who always felt one step removed from everything—

You made him feel seen.

And that was the most dangerous part.

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[End of Chapter One]

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THIS IS SO BADD😭😭 I'll see if you guys like it, if you don't I'll delete and DO BETTER! Hehe love yall~

Do you guys fw shinsou?

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He's your teacher! Dammit!

《Aizawa Shouta x student! Fem!reader》 !Extra!

You groaned lightly as you felt the morning sunlight hit your face, a satisfied smile sat on your lips as you recalled the incident from last night.

"You've no idea how long I've been waiting,"

Aizawa finally accepted his feelings amd took you back to his apartment.

In the heat of the moment, the clothes were hurriedly taken off of the others body, kisses were placed all over your body, gently, wet and emotional.

You sobbed as you came, he held you close and let you drift off with him inside you.

...

"Morning' sleepyhead," a deep voice came from the door, you turned towards the voice and shyly smiled.

"Good morning sensei,"

You were wearing his shirt, it was so comfortable on your skin amd you liked how it smelled like him.

"I made breakfast," he came closer, setting the tray on the bed.

"Did you sleep well baby?," he asked, his fingers stroking your cheek.

"Yeah..."

You slowly got up from the bed and went towards him, his expression held confusion as you sat yourself on his lap, hugging him.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, and you nodded, smiling

"I'm just...so so happy,"

He chuckled and stroked your back gently.

"I don't want to ruin the mood but what about your boyfriend?"

"Hm? What boyfriend?"You smirked at him

"...Wha-"

"I texted him last night as you drive us back," you pulled your phone from the nightstand with a single text from your now ex.

'Tf why!?'

"...thats all he said!?" Aizawa was flabbergasted

"Mmm~" You snuggled close to him, "he never cared,"

"And I don't care anymore too," you kissed his nose.

"I love you,"

"I love you too, kitten,"

..............

GUYS, I WROTE THIS CHAP IN LIKE 15 MINS. I PROMISE I WILL PROOFREAD AND EDIT THIS SERIES AS QUICK AS I POSSIBLY CAN.

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Tutor

Bakugou katsuki x fem! Reader

Enjoy :)))

He huffed, watching Mr. Aizawa looking down at him, disappointed. He hated it, that look of disappointment, from literally anybody. Hated how people looked down on him.

Aizawa sighed, massaging his temples he spoke, "Maybe we can find you a tutor for English?"

As he spoke, the door to the classroom opened, "may I come in sir? " a timid voice asked. Aizawa noded. The girl walked over, beside bakugou and placed a file on the desk. "Principal nezu asked me to give these to you, "

Aizawa looked at the file and nodded, y/n smiled and started making her way out. She stopped upon hearing a voice, "y/n, your English is good, right? " Aizawa asked.

She turned and nodded her head.

"Then I hope you won't mind tutoring bakugou, I can give you a five percent credit if you helped him" he stated.

"Um, sure?"

And that's how she ended up in the same room as the angry dude from her class, bakugou katsuki.

She didn't mind actually, this 'tutoring' was a fair excuse for her to talk to him, watch him, admire him and this was the first time she had ever been alone with him. She had a mixed feeling of nervousness and excitement. At other times she had to just break her neck to look at him during class. And it was not safe, what if someone saw her looking at him?

She sighed, the boy opened his bag and pulled out a textbook, pencils and a notebook. He looked at her. "How will you teach me while you sit a mile away from me?" He asked.

"You scared or somethin'?" He asked as she scootched over him. Sitting beside him. "I'm not" she stated with her eyes on the textbook.

He scoffed and turned the pages of the book. "I don't get it, goes over my head during class" he said.

y/n looked at the topic: Prepositions.

"Yeah, it did took me while to understand it as well, but once someone explains it, it's pretty easy," she smiled at him.

They started the topic and it was 8.50 now. Surprisingly bakugou understood it pretty well and 'silently appreciated ' y/n (he didn't)

"So-" she looked at him and sighed. He fell asleep.

'Ofcourse, how can I forget, it's way past his bedtime' she smiled again.

She got up and stretched her hands over her head, hearing come pop of her bones and sighing in satisfaction. She bent down and gently scooped bakugou in her arms. He wasn't as heavy as she thought, gently she placed his sleeping body on her bed and tucked him in her blanket. Running a hand over his forehead, he sighed exhausted from the day.

'Maybe I could?' She asked herself. Slowly moving towards his face, glancing at his lips then at his eyes. His red eyes staring at her. She could get lost in the- wait,

eyes + staring at her = awake.

She gasped and before she could move away, he pulled her in the bed, quickly getting on top and pinning her arms over her head.

"Caught you red-handed, didn't I?" He hissed. y/n could only stare at him. Gosh, he looked so perfect on top of her.

"You think I haven't noticed you? Staring at me in class, " he moved closer to her neck. "How you say my name when you touch yourself, and could be any more loud, my room is right next to yours, do you do it on purpose?"

"So, explain yourself" he stated. y/n stared at him, admiring him.

"Talk . Now"

"I love you" he scoffed at her choice of words.

"Course' you do"

y/n looked away, regretting ever saying anything, regretting agreeing with aizawa. She messed it up.

His hand, moved her face, looking in her eyes. "You love me huh?" He asked, she nodded.

"Prove it"

Prove it? What did he mean? Her mind was blank, her hands worked on their own. Pulling him in by his neck. Pressing her lips on his, both moaning once their lips met. He rested one of his hands on her waist and the other in the bed for support. While her hands tugged at his hair, they were so soft.

That pulled away, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry" she said, "I shouldn't have-"

"Oh will you ever shut up" he pressed his lips on hers again shutting her up.

"Mm katsuki..." they pulled away and katsuki plopped beside her. Pulling her close to his chest with a huff.

"Idiot♡"

....

I just picked any English grammar topic😭

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ya'll Hes your teacher! Dammit! Is not proofread or edited😭 ik it's kinda bad I'll be proofreading it PROPERLY

And maybe even change a few things here amd there! While that's being done, I'll be working on my other one-shots and series!

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Aizawa Shouta x student!fem!reader

Chapter 10: Complicated

...

Ms. Joke annoyed the shit out of y/n.

The first thing that ticked her off was Ms. Joke saying,

"DATE ME!" to Aizawa.

She stood beside shinso, anger boiling inside her.

She shouldn't be jealous.

She's not.

Right?

"These are your students? Nice to meet you!" Ms. Joke said looking at the students.

Midoriya started muttering about her hilarious quirk and her fighting style. He went on and on until ochako stopped him.

Aizawa visibly looked–well irritated?

"You know we made a pact which stated , we'll marry eachother if we're single by 30– don't you remember that eraser–"

"I dont"

Aizawa tried to hide it but his gaze fell on y/n. He noticed she was glaring at Ms. Joke , she was pissed.

So this was his type?

A funny woman?

Someone his age? (Well duh)

Someone loud?

y/n also noticed Ms. Joke's body.

She grew self conscious in a few seconds.

Aizawa noticed, he always notices her.

She tucked shinso towards the entry , not wanting to hear anything more from Ms. Joke.

Her mind was clouded by Ms. Joke and Aizawa the whole time she was in the exam hall. Trying her best to focus.

This was it.

She needed to focus.

And she did.

...

After a days , aizawa noticed something

Something I didn't like.

y/n had started to avoid him.

And she did it good.

Only being formal with him and at practise sje would mostly interact with shinso. Her smile disappeared, the one he saw everyday.

She started to grow distant from him

While being the same sweet girl towards her friend's and other teachers.

Aizawa didn't push. He knew it was for the best.

Even though hus heart sank when he heard of her boyfriend.

Yuta, a boy from general studies. He heard Yutaka was excellent in his studies and often helped y/n. And that's how they got close.

Its for the best

...

(Time skip) 4 years later ~

y/n was now twenty.

Stronger, smarter, wiser.

She was currently working in the hero agency of the pro hero Hawks. As his assistant.

Hawks was a respectful boss and always made her feel comfortable.

y/n was still in a relationship with Yuta, though she wished she wasn't.

Her relationship with Yuta had turned somewhat toxic. They both didn't love eqchother anymore but also were afraid of letting go.

"y/n~~! My sweetest assistant!" Hawks chipped

"What do to you want?" She glanced at him.

"Well..it's not like I can't just day hi to you-"

"Cut it out boss"

"Alirght. My sweet girlfriend is kinda busy tonight and I need a date, "

She raised her eyebrows at that. Telling him to continue.

"With her approval and blessing, I would like to ask you as a date to the hero gala tonight, plus I can't go alone and it's kinda short notice please say yes please say yes please say yes-"

"Okay! I'll go with you dude!"

"Cool!"

...

– Hero Gala –

The ballroom was loud.

Too loud.

Music pulsed through golden chandeliers, laughter bounced off polished marble, and flashing cameras made the place feel more like a battlefield than a celebration.

Y/n stood beside Hawks, arm lightly looped through his as the crowd swarmed around them.

“You good, y/n?” Hawks leaned in, his voice low and teasing as always.

“You look like you're about to commit a felony.” She gave him a deadpan stare.

"You promised this would be a quiet job."

"It is," he smirked, tugging his champagne flute to his lips.

"You're assisting me. Look pretty, make me look reliable. You know, PR stuff."

"I’m not your arm candy."

"You're prettier than candy, sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes. "I’m leaving. I need air."

"Don't get lost," he called as she walked off, and she flipped him off without turning around.

Jerk

She pushed through the chatter, the clinking glasses, the artificial smiles. She didn’t belong here. Not with fake charm and empty conversations.

Her heels clicked against the marble as she slipped out onto one of the quiet balconies, finally exhaling.

And that’s when she saw him.

Aizawa.

Alone. Dressed sharp—black suit, loose tie, collar popped.

Hair tied back. A glass in his hand.

Their eyes locked.

Her heart skipped.

"Didn’t expect to see you here," she said, voice casual, but her hands were clenched behind her back.

"Didn’t expect you with Hawks," he replied coolly, gaze sliding to the gala behind her.

"Figured you’d be... busier."

"I’m just his assistant," she muttered. "His girlfriend had some last minute work."

"...Still working too hard," he noted.

She smiled faintly. "Old habits."

He looked at her then.

Really looked.

She’d changed. Grown into herself. Her eyes burned sharper, but her smile was quieter.

Beautiful

"How’s the pro life treating you?" he asked, taking a sip.

"Tiring. Lonely sometimes. But I manage." He nodded.

"And your boyfriend?" She stiffened.

He noticed.

"It’s... complicated." He arched a brow.

She leaned against the rail.

"He doesn’t like my hours. My missions. He says I’m not soft enough. Not present enough. That I—"

Her voice cracked. She turned away.

"That I still look at someone else like I did back at UA."

The silence between them crackled.

"Do you?" he asked quietly.

Her laugh was bitter.

"Would it matter if I did?"

He didn’t answer.

But he stepped closer.

And her breath hitched.

"I thought I was over it," she whispered. "Thought you were just my teacher. A crush. A phase."

He stared at her. Hard.

"You were sixteen," he said low. "I had no right."

"And now?" she challenged, stepping in.

Their chests nearly brushed.

His hand twitched at his side.

"Now you're not my student anymore," he said, voice rough and low.

Her lips parted.

"Then do something about it."

He didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her in, mouth crashing onto hers like he’d been holding back for years.

And fuck, it was worth the wait.

Hot. Desperate. Hungry.

But still careful—because she was herself now, not some lost girl needing approval.

She kissed him back like she did in her first year.

And for the first time, it didn’t feel wrong.

It felt right.

When they pulled apart, breathless and still too close, she whispered,

"That complicated enough for you, sensei?"

He smirked.

"You’ve always been complicated."

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Chapter 9: New Friend

Talking to Aizawa-sensei was not as hard as I thought. First of all he didn't refuse to talk to me.

"Sensei?" I timidly asked, peeking my head through his classroom. Heads of second-year student turned towards me.

"Yes y/n?" Sensei looked at me with indifference.

"Could I..speak with you after class?" I asked glancing towards him and my seniors.

"Ofcourse, I'll be out in a bit,"

I waited.

Secondly, he was respectful and listened to me. He didn't cut me off or tell me how disrespectful I was.

"I'm...sorry sensei," I bowed down after telling him everything i felt towards him.

He was silent. He watched me very carefully.

"I will be focusing strictly on my studies from now," I said looking up at him.

He smiled,

Then patted my head.

"Good," was all he said beforing walking away.

And that was enough for me.

(Next day)

I woke up at the sound of my door being knocked, I grumbled and got up to open the door.

Aizawa sensei stood tall, staring down at me with lazy eyes.

"Be ready in 5," was all he said before walking away.

Huh

What..?

Its way too early for this shit

...

I got ready , my hair tied back in a loose ponytail, I wore my tracksuit and walked out of the dorm area. I spotted sensei squatting near a tree, petting a cute orange cat.

The cat noticed me and ran away.

Sensei looked a little disappointed at the now gone cat.

"Sorry sensei," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Start with laps, do 10, then meet me at the gym,"

10 laps???!

Sensei walked away and I started stretching quickly, I need to get this over with.

Sweat slid down my forehead as I sighed, finally I'm done with 10 laps- is he punishing me or something??

I walked in the gym and saw sensei with a boy my age. His hair was purple and sensei was teaching him how to train his scarf.

"Sensei," I walked up to them.

"Y/n," his eyes soften very slightly

"This is Hitoshi Shinso, he's a student from general studies," sensei introduced me to shinso. I smiled and reached my hand out "It's nice to meet you shinso! I'm y/n,"

He took my hand and shook it gently.

"He'll be joining the hero course soon," Sensei said looking shinso. He had a proud look on his face as he looked at shinso.

Am I...jealous?

Oh wait

Its not jealousy, shinso's pretty cool.

We started training and sparring with eachother everyday and honestly? It was a pretty good distraction from a certain someone.

Well, not entirely.

Sensei monitors our fights and pushes us to train more. He's always there. Supporting us.

After spending so much time with both sensei and shinso, we had bonded alot. Especially shinso and I.

"Hey dummy! I told you not to touch my comb-" I yelled from my washroom as I heard shinso put my comb back. I walked out and saw him plopped on my bed, facing up his hands behind his had.

"I'm nervous about our hero license test," he said, face blank

"You don't look scared,"

"I am, very,"

"Not buying bro,"

"Whatever, m' sleeping," he said turning over and pulling my blanket over himself, well it was late so I should also sleep.

"Make space," I said plopping beside him. "I'm nervous too," I said quietly.

"You'll do great, don't worry," his voice was muffled but I heard the sincerity in it.

"If you say so,"

...

maybe I was wrong.

I am jealous

So damn jealous– who even is she?

And why is she flirting with him?

Are they dating?

Exes?

Friends?

Who is she?

While a storm brew inside y/n's mind, shinso noticed the glare she casted on the older woman.

It was not an annoyed look.

She was mad.

.......

Okayy I'm adding shinso hereee, we are kind of not following the story line. We are a bit off ><

Its fine, yall get it right?

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Aizawa Shouta x Student!fem!reader

Chapter 8: Major Fuck Up (a/n: everyone is tweaking)

"You . Did. Not. Kiss our homeroom teacher who is double our age,"

-A very flabbergasted Mina

"y/n! What were you thinking ?! You need to tell me what the hell was going through that idiot mind of yours!" She continued

I stayed silent, because truthfully I had nothing to say.

"Talk to me" Mina pressed, I sucked in a long breath and sighed , massaging my temples

"I don't know- it was the heat of the moment, I mean I was the one who initiated the kiss , its not his fault and- I just- I don't know"

I started ranting

"WHY THE FUCK AM I SO DUMB MINA?! WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!?!"

I spiraled

Ive been spiraling for the past half hour and Mina just sits there listening to me. Just talking and talking non stop about how big this fuck up was.

As I continued - "I know he's our teacher and kissing him was so wrong -"

"Y/n stop" Mina interrupted

"No lemme continue-"

"Y/n shut up!"

Oh shit

Theres somebody behind me.

"Bakugou's behind you,"

Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool

I turned around and saw- surprise surprise - a very flabbergasted katsuki bakugou.

"YOU WHAT-"

...Meanwhile

"SHE WHAT-"

-A very flabbergasted PresentMic

"Just calm down, she's a kid and-"

"EXACTLY MY POINT , SHES A KID"

Aizawa massaged the bridge if his nose. Trying to keep it together. Maybe telling mic was not the best idea (it's the worst)

"She'll understand mic. She's a kid not an idiot" aizawa looked to the side, the scene replaying in his mind again and again. Her soft lips pressed on his rough ones- and maybe he should stop thinking about them.

Maybe telling mic was a stupid idea, maybe he should've kept ot to himself. But he needed to get this off his shoulder.

"Ok I should calm down. I mean she was the one who kissed you right?" Aizawa nodded

"You should talk to her parents,"

...

Bakugou was sitting on my bed, his head resting on his palms as he stared at me. Mina had to leave to spar with kirishima.

"I mean- I kinda knew you had a thing for him but- this? Y/n -what you did was wrong. Apologize to him," he said sternly.

I looked down, embarrassment creeping on me. I slowly nodded and looked up at him from the floor. His face held a calm very calm expression.

"And maybe...

"Try dating someone your age, huh?"

...........

Im sooo sorry for the late chapterrr, and so short tooo

Schools a bitch

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Aizawa Shouta x Student! Fem!reader

Chapter 7: After School

– Faculty Courtyard –

The hallway had long since emptied.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue across the concrete paths of U.A.

Y/N stood by the courtyard wall, her fingers twitching at her side, heart thundering against her ribs like it was ready to burst through.

She had waited.

Waited for him.

Waited for this moment.

Aizawa Shouta emerged, scarf loosened, hands buried deep into his pockets. He paused when he saw her.

“Y/N,” he said with that flat, steady voice, though something flickered in his dark eyes.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, stepping closer.

Her voice trembled, but her spine stayed straight.

He didn’t move.

He waited.

She took a deep breath.

“I meant what I said earlier… I’m not confused. I am attracted to you.” Her voice shook, her eyes locked onto his.

“I like you, Aizawa-sensei. And I’ve tried to keep it quiet, respectful, but I’m tired of pretending it’s not there.”

His face stayed unreadable for a beat too long.

Finally, he exhaled, eyes closing for a brief moment. “Y/N,” he started, tone calm, calculated—almost too gentle.

The way he said her name, she knew rejection was close.

“You’re young. It’s natural to feel admiration… attraction. But that doesn’t make it real. You’re still growing. This... this is just a phase. A little crush–”

Her hands clenched. “Stop calling it that,” she snapped, voice low, raw.

“It’s not a phase.”

There was silence.

And then before logic, before control, before consequence—she surged forward.

Her hands reached up, and she kissed him. Fiercely. Desperately. Like she needed him to feel it—to understand the storm burning in her chest. Her hands holding his face so gently he almost melted.

His eyes widened, breath catching—but he didn’t respond. He didn’t move. Not for a heartbeat.

Then gently—very gently—he pulled away.

His hand lingered near her face, not touching, but hovering like he wanted to.

“No,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“Don’t mistake my silence for permission.”

She stared at him, eyes wide, lips trembling.

“I care about you,” he said, looking away. “But not like this. I’m your teacher. And you deserve someone who can return your feelings fully. Without restraint.”

“But I don’t want anyone else,” she whispered. Her voice cracked.

He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. His fists clenched in his coat pockets.

“You think you won’t. But you will,” he said, quietly.

“One day, you’ll meet someone your age, someone who looks at you the way you look at me. And you’ll forget this. You’ll forget me.”

Gently he patted her head, like he always does.

He started walking again, but slower this time.

“I won’t forget you,” she whispered, he heard her.

I won't

He didn’t turn around. Didn’t pause.

But his voice floated back across the courtyard.“…I hope you do.”And then he was gone.

Leaving her standing in the gold haze of the evening, heart heavy, eyes burning—but lips curved in a sad, defiant smile.

Because she knew.

She saw it in his eyes.

He felt it too.

But he was too bound by his own damn rules to ever admit it.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

And that made it hurt even more.

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Night in the forest (Sukuna x reader)

-minors dni, nsfw, somnophilia, choking, tied, many more (ig)

Chapter 0: Prologue

"It’s... just a... dream."

"It’s a dream."

"A dream..."

Tsk tsk tsk... It’s not a dream, baby. I’m very much real

Drops of sweat slid down my forehead. My eyes shot open, mouth dry, throat raw and tight. Tears streamed silently, soaking my pillow.

I was in my bed.

Of course it was a dream... Right?

Oh, thank God.

Except—no dream had ever made me feel like this.

Not just scared... violated. Hot and cold all at once, my body still tingling like it had just been touched—owned—by something not human.It was too vivid.

Too real.

I could still feel the press of phantom hands, the cruel whisper against my skin, the heat between my legs that refused to fade.

The worst part?

It wasn’t the first time. It's been two days since now, I’ve felt watched. Every damn second. Whether I was waking up, showering, walking to work, even sleeping... Especially sleeping. It was constant. Oppressive. Like something was hovering just behind me—always out of sight.

I told my parents.

“You’re overreacting.”

“You’re a big girl now, Y/N.”

My friend just laughed. At first. But then her smile faded and she leaned in, asked me quietly,���...You think it’s a ghost or something?”

A ghost...?Maybe.

But what kind of ghost makes you wake up feeling like you’ve been fucked?

I shake my head, dragging myself out of bed.

No.

No more crazy thoughts. I’ve got work. I’ve got things to do.Just... shake it off.

I brushed my teeth, took a long, cold shower. I tried not to linger in front of the mirror—afraid I’d see something else staring back.

I dressed quickly and left. A coffee stop was necessary. My eye bags were beyond help but concealer would have to do.

Walking into the office, the usual morning hum greeted me: the clack of keyboards, soft voices, the bitter-sweet smell of roasted beans. It calmed me. A little.

I dropped my bag on the desk. Gina, my ever-curious colleague, leaned over with a grin.

“So, how was your ‘adventure’? You have fun camping?”

“It was nice,” I started with a weak smile, “A change of pace from office life—”

Then I froze.

The forest.The exact moment everything started.

The campfire.

The strange markings on the trees.

The whispered dare to wander past the clearing.

That old shrine with the crumbling statue and paper charms fluttering in the wind.I remembered now.

That was when the dreams began.

That’s when I invited something in.

And I think it liked what it found.

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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.

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He's your teacher! Dammit!

Aizawa Shouta x student! Fem!reader

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a/n: this chapter contains very mild smut (very very little)

Chapter 5 : Punishment

As I slept, something shifted at the edge of my mattress — subtle, like the brush of air from an open window, but just enough to drag me out of the heavy lull of sleep.

I stirred with a faint, tired grumble, the sheets tangled around my legs.

My eyes cracked open, still hazy, barely registering the dark silhouette near my bed.

Something… no—someone… was there.

“Y/n.”

The voice was deep. Low. Right by my ear.

And unmistakably his.

My breath hitched in my throat.

Aizawa-sensei.

I blinked hard, trying to wake myself up, but the sleep refused to let go. The room felt hot. Too warm. Too quiet. The air thick with something electric.

He leaned over me, and the faintest strand of his hair brushed my cheek. I could feel his body heat now — close, close enough that it made my pulse trip over itself.

“You have to stop...” he murmured, his lips barely grazing my skin.Then came the kiss. Slow. Measured. Planted right at the curve of my neck, where my breath stuttered and my eyes fluttered shut.

A pause.

Then

—“Looking at me with those eyes,” he whispered again, this time lower, rougher.

His mouth moved deliberately, kissing his way down to my collarbone.

Every touch was feather-light, like he was holding himself back — barely.

I was frozen. No thoughts, no logic — just sensation.

His words wrapped around me like silk, dragging heat across my skin.

“I’m warning you…” His voice faltered slightly — not from uncertainty, but from restraint.

“I won’t be able to hold much longer, baby.”His mouth grazed the soft dip of my stomach now, and I let out the faintest whimper.

Sensei lifted his head slowly, eyes locking with mine.

They were dark and unreadable, but they burned with something I couldn’t name. Something I felt in every inch of my body.

I reached up, almost instinctively. My fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt as I tilted my chin up, lips parted—ready.

Waiting.

He leaned in—

BZZZT. BZZZT.

The sound ripped through me.

I gasped and sat up with a jolt, heart hammering against my ribs.

Sweat clung to my skin.

My thighs pressed together under the blanket, trying to hold onto something from the dream.

Goddamn it.

It was just a dream.

Reality came crashing in — the dim light of early dawn, the rough sheets, the too-real ache in my chest.

And then—

Knock. Knock.

A sharp, clipped sound at my door.

“Get your ass to the track in five,” Aizawa sensei's voice rang out — cold, commanding.

“You’ll run until I’m bored.”

I collapsed back into the bed with a long, strangled groan and pulled the pillow over my face.

This was the real punishment.

...

I huffed as the cold air slapped across my face, this is a nightmare!

Hes not telling me to stop, he's just running with me! Telling me how slow I am and how low my stamina is–

"Sensei-! Please!" I begged trying to steady my breathing.

He looked back and sighed, "Fine, I'll give you 5,"

"Five?! Oh my god– okay fine it's better than nothing," I quickly shut myself up when he gave me a stern look.

I walked over the a bench and sat down, the sun had started to appear and everything seemed so peaceful.

Until I heard him speak,

"So you and bakugou huh?" He glanced at me, smirking slightly.

Oh Fuck.

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'he's your teacher dammit' is literally so good. out of curiosity, is there gonna be any smut or angst?

There will be angst (a little) but I can't promise you smut, maybe I can add that as well!

And thanks for reading and supporting! (o^▽^o)

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He's your teacher! Dammit!

Aizawa Shouta x student! Fem!reader

Chapter 4 : Dare or Death?

...

"No no no never!" I muttered continuosly, "nope nope nope nope nah uh!"

"y/n c'mon!" Kiri encouraged,

"NonononononononoNOPE!" I chanted again and again. "Not doing it , nope-"

"Y/n you can't back off now!"

"I'll be expelled! They'll kick me out if they found out!"

"It's just harmless fun!" Kaminari said, smirking at me.

"I'm not sneaking into the teacher's quaters!"

...

I'm sneaking into the teacher's quaters...

What is wrong with meeeee?

I look back and all my friends—bakugou, kirishima, Mina, kaminari, sero, shoto, ochako and midoriya —were standing at a safe distance.

What I have to do is just go inside the quaters, in the corridor, and through the window, wave at them. Simple right?

Wrong!

First of all these are pro heroes were talking about and second I'm just really scared shitless, what if aizawa sensei found me or any other sensei found meee??

I climbed in to the window using sero's tape, quickly and NOT quietly jumped inside,

maybe next time don't wear your fucking shoes y/n!

The second my feet hit the floor, it’s game over.

I freeze mid-step, heart thundering in my ears like it’s trying to escape my chest. I felt it before I could even hear it—that presence behind me.

Heavy. Cold. Deadly calm.

“Y/N”

Shit.

I immediately regret everything.

I turn my head slowly, like in a horror movie, hoping by some goddamn miracle it’s just a dream.

It’s not.

Aizawa sensei stands in the doorway, black eyes narrowed, arms crossed, scarf trailing behind him like a shadow. He looks… unimpressed. Dangerously unimpressed.

I open my mouth—then close it. Because what the hell am I even supposed to say?

He raises an eyebrow.

"You want to tell me why the hell you're sneaking into the faculty dorms like a damn villain?"

“I—it’s not—” i stammer, fuck “I wasn’t sneaking—well okay, yes I was sneaking, but not for anything bad—”

“I saw Sero’s tape on the window,” he cuts you off, voice low and sharp.

“That’s breaking and entering. And stupidity. Two offenses already.”

I wince. “I was just checking for…structural interigrity...”

He blinks once.

"You broke....into the faculty quaters...to check the structural interigrity?" He almost sounds amused at this point, "using sero's tape?"

"...Yup"

“And what if I wasn’t the one who found you? What if it had been someone less forgiving?”

You swallow hard. “...I figured you’d be the scariest.”

Wrong. So wrong. Because he steps forward, and your knees betray you.

His eyes flickers to yours in an unreadable way, "No, but I expect to see you doing laps tomorrow at 5 a.m"

"Five–are you insane—"

"Four laps for sneaking in, two extra for the shoes, " his eyes narrowed, "you thought I wouldn't hear those footsteps?"

I looked down, feeling embarrassed.

"Well?" He waited

"Yes sensei, I'll do the laps..." a slight pout came to my lips.

He lightly flicked my forehead and turned away, "Sleep" was all he said before walking away.

...

I looked out the window and waved at those bastards.

......

Ya'll I hope it's not like too cliché!!! I hope you all are enjoying as much as I'm enjoying writing these! Love yall ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

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Masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♤My Hero Academia

♡Bakugou Katsuki : Study Anxiety Comfort

Reverse Comfort

Tutor

♡ Aizawa Shouta: He's your te.acher! Dammit! (Not proofread!)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Extra♡

♤Jujutsu Kaisen

♡ Ryomen Sukuna:

Night at the forest:

Chapter 0

Chapter 1

Note: More series and characters will be added as we continue! (≧▽≦)/