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"I don't deserve your love."

Aizawa x transmasc!reader

Slightly inspired by the fic "It Takes Two" by @come-away-with-me87 (I liked the idea of Nemuri and Hizashi setting Aizawa and the reader up at a bar / a stranger ordering a drink for one of them)

Summary:

You are a new art teacher at UA high school, and you've been there for five months now.

(Your Quirk is that your skin can glow, but it only works when you get emotional [angry, excited, etc.])

Even though you were never strong enough to become one, you had always admired heroes.

…Especially one particular raven-haired, sleepy-eyed hero. Eraserhead had utterly captured your interest.

You're unknowingly invited to a setup, mock ‘date’ with him by your two best friends, but there's no way he would reciprocate your feelings… right?

Characters:

Y/N

Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Some random lady idk

CONTENT WILL INCLUDE:

TW for overuse of alcohol

Reader uses he/him pronouns

Aizawa x transmasc!reader

Aizawa x AFAB!reader (pre bottom surgery, post top surgery)

Aizawa x Teacher!reader

VERY dirty-minded Aizawa

Aizawa doesn't know Y/N is trans (yet.. ;))

NGL, shameless self insert on my part lmao ;~;

Eventual nsfw in later chapters.

Chapter One:

AIZAWA'S POV:

There was a new teacher at UA. A 23 year old art teacher, Y/N

And Aizawa had hopelessly fallen for him. The young man was cute—he always had a kind, gentle expression on his face. Rosy lips that puffed out into cute duck lips when he was really concentrating. Not only that, but he was sweet-- shy and a bit awkward; but clearly very caring. He always made his students feel welcome and comfortable, even when they did something wrong. A stark contrast to Aizawa himself.

His thoughts were plagued by the younger art teacher. He thought about him every day, even when he wasn't there. In short: he was fucked. It was a fellow coworker. He shouldn't feel this way about a colleague. Not only that, but he was sure that Y/N disliked him. Whenever Aizawa was around, he would get really awkward, make an excuse, and leave.

But one specific night, Aizawa had been invited out to a bar by Hizashi and Nemuri. Normally, he turned down offers like these, but for some reason, something pushed him to go out tonight.

So he put on a black button-up that he had left partially unbuttoned, tied his long hair half-up, and went out.

When he got to the bar, he was a bit late, so he went to find the table his friends were at. He saw them, and his stomach dropped as he saw... Y/N. They hadn't said that he was going to be here. The art teacher had a black baggy shirt that revealed his creamy collarbones, and a leather jacket over it. Completely different from the attire he wore at school. And not only that, but he looked... drunk. He was leaning over his drink, red-faced and giggling at something Hizashi had said.

…He was attractive, Aizawa would admit that much... This wasn't good. Aizawa tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in his stomach and moved over to meet with Nemuri, who had been gesturing for him to come closer.

"You didn't tell me he was here..." He mumbled under his breath as he walked over, keeping his voice low enough that the art teacher wouldn't overhear their conversation. Nemuri waved her hand nonchalantly.

"Oh.. did I not mention he was coming? Oh well. It was a last minute change." Aizawa got the feeling that Nemuri and Hizashi had done this on purpose, but he couldn't really prove it.

"C'mon and take a seat, Shouta!" Nemuri patted the seat right next to her... which was also the seat directly next to Y/N. The art teacher didn't seem to see Aizawa yet, still giggling over his glass. The older teacher wondered just how much he’d had to drink so far.

Aizawa gritted his teeth, already knowing that his friends most definitely intended for this to happen. He had half a mind to just turn around and leave, but the idea of going back home alone wasn't appealing either. Reluctantly, Aizawa made his way over to the table and took the open seat next to Y/N.

He did his best to not focus on the art teacher's pretty collarbones, or how cute he was when he was laughing. His hands clenched into fists beneath the table.

Y/N giggled and leaned back, unaware that Aizawa was behind him, and accidentally bumped into the Pro Hero. He turned around, a bit confused. His gaze trailed up from the older teacher's chest to his face, and his eyes widened.

"Mr. Aizawa...? What... Did they invite you..?" His speech was a bit slurred, and Aizawa could swear that Y/N’s eyes raked up and down his body. From the older man's strong shoulders, to his exposed neck, to the buttons of the slightly tight shirt outlining his pecs. But it was too quick to tell whether he was checking him out or simply sizing him up. But either way, Aizawa felt an annoying heat on his cheeks, and just hoped that the flashing, coloured lights of the bar covered up his damned blush.

“Uh… yeah. They didn't tell me that you were coming.”

"...Oh." Y/N didn't seem to put together that it was likely a setup, and instead he chimed in on the conversation that Nemuri and Hizashi were having.

Meanwhile, Aizawa's mind was racing. Why hadn't they told each of them that the other was coming? Were they trying to set them up together? He had confided in Hizashi and Nemuri that he liked men, but he didn't think that they would actively try to set him up with someone. Let alone Y/N... the young art teacher who seemed to hate him.

…Even if Aizawa had to admit that they had gotten his taste spot on.

Aizawa was tugged out of his thoughts by Y/N's thigh rubbing up against his, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He nearly flinched when he felt the friction between their thighs. He kept his hands in tight fists, trying to focus on Nemuri and Hizashi's conversation and drown out the sensations going on under the table. But it was impossible. Every little bit of contact between the two of them made Aizawa want to let out a strangled sound of pleasure.

His gaze landed on Y/N’s lips as he took a swig of his drink, his throat bobbing up and down as he finished off his glass. Aizawa’s mind began to wander into dangerous territory, wondering what it would be like if the drink was replaced with Aizawa's own… fluids. He wondered if Y/N would still guzzle it down so greedily.

He REALLY needed to get a grip. Even if Y/N was a bit drunk and likely had no idea what he was doing, Aizawa was fully sober and should have more control over himself.

“Yo Shouta, you good?” Hizashi chimed up as he saw the hero’s tense posture.

“I’m fine.” Aizawa practically snapped, then winced at how rough he had come across. He hadn’t meant to be that harsh.

“Sorry, just… I was… thinking about work.” The lie went over well enough, after all, Aizawa was a workaholic.

"Oh, quit being so gloomy! This is a fun night out! Let's get Shouta something to drink! I know you don't like beer or anything, so I can order you something nonalcoholic." Nemuri chirped, patting Aizawa on the shoulder with a smile.

“...Just get me some iced water.” Fuck knows that he needed it. When the drink was finally delivered to his hand, he almost wanted to just splash it on his face to clear his thoughts.

The coldness was a good refresher to his system as he took a swig from the glass, half wishing that it was hard whiskey. It might’ve eased his nerves if it was. But he wanted to stay in control, stay sober. He needed his self-control fully intact around Y/N.

He looked over to the art teacher and saw that he was slumping against his drink, still giggling a little to himself, clearly slightly inebriated. Concern got the better of Aizawa, and he leaned forward toward Y/N.

“You look pretty drunk. Are you okay?"

He asked, studying Y/N curiously. Seeing the young man like this was certainly different. He almost looked adorable with his rosy cheeks, messy hair and hazy eyes. Aizawa tried to ignore how his heart rate is quickening and how he's suddenly become so hyper-aware of Y/N’s presence.

Y/N waved his hands nonchalantly.

"I'm fine. I'll just grab a ride home from Hizashi."

Aizawa didn't know why, but he felt a bit of jealousy at the thought of his best friend driving Y/N home-- which was stupid. Y/N and Hizashi weren't even close like that, but he couldn't help it.

"Actually, I'm pretty tipsy myself. I was gonna catch a ride with Nemuri."

Hizashi chimed in, a devious smirk on his face.

"But I know that Shouta doesn't drink, the boring old wuss. He can drive you home, Y/N."

Aizawa nearly choked on air on hearing that. Him? Take Y/N home and be alone with him in a car?? That sounded like it'd be pure torture to his already fluttering heart. But... he also really wanted to. He looked at the young art teacher, who looked a little shocked and... flustered? Maybe it was the lighting making Aizawa think that, but either way he had to say something soon. He turned to Hizashi and shot him the deadliest glare he could manage, speaking through gritted teeth.

"I... guess I could."

Y/N blinked at Hizashi, then turned to Aizawa. His eyes widened. The young teacher opened his mouth, but after a moment of silence, he closed it again. Had he been about to protest? Aizawa figured that he hadn't said anything out of politeness.

Nemuri seemed to notice the tension between them, and to Aizawa’s dismay, she moved closer to him—forcing the older hero to scoot closer to Y/N. It didn't help that the man next to him was overly warm because of the alcohol. The friction between the two men’s thighs was electric, but only Aizawa seemed to notice it. Y/N was still chatting with Hizashi, something trivial that Aizawa really couldn't care less about.

He zoned out of the conversation completely, but luckily none of them expected him to contribute. The night went on for about an hour with the conversation between Nemuri, Hizashi, and Y/N flowing easily, with Aizawa desperately trying not to stare at the teacher next to him.

That was when a bartender approached, setting an iced whiskey down on the table and sliding it towards Aizawa. He looked at the bartender with confusion, as he hadn't ordered a drink in a while, let alone an alcoholic one.

“Sir, that woman over there bought you this drink.” The bartender spoke, gesturing to a blonde woman sitting at the bar, wearing a tight, skimpy red dress and smokey makeup. She smiled and blew a kiss at Aizawa.

The entire table went silent. Hizashi and Nemuri shared a look that Aizawa couldn't read into, and Y/N was simply flitting his gaze between the drink, Aizawa, and the strange woman. The artist’s face was twisted and almost… angry? His hand was gripping his glass so hard that his knuckles were white, and it was a miracle he hadn't shattered it. Why did Y/N look upset?

Aizawa took a moment to look over at the blonde woman who had supposedly sent the drink, and saw her wink at him. Aizawa was used to this kind of thing; he got hit on often when he was out at bars, but usually, he wasn't here with a pretty coworker that he was heavily attracted to. He looked at the drink, then at the expression on Y/N’s face.

As Aizawa turned to look at Y/N, the art teacher seemed to realize how he looked, and quickly changed his expression to one of drunken neutrality. But Aizawa could tell that he was still white-knuckling his drink.

Aizawa's heart did another flip in his chest. Why was Y/N so upset about this? He didn't even like Aizawa, did he? They never talked, and whenever Aizawa would approach the art teacher to ask him a question, he would usually make an excuse and leave. He had a hard time believing that Y/N would care if someone hit on Aizawa.

The older man realized that he should probably react to receiving the drink, so he gave the woman a curt, neutral look in acknowledgment, putting his hand on the drink and taking the smallest sip possible, even though he had no intention of drinking it at all. The woman seemed satisfied with that, turning back around and chatting with her friends.

Maybe it was the small sip of alcohol, but Aizawa felt a surge of courage, leaning toward Y/N with a concerned look, speaking so only the other man could hear him,

“Hey… Are you okay?”

"m' fine."

But his hands betrayed him. As Aizawa leaned closer, he saw that the younger teacher's leg was bouncing up and down like he was anxious. His hand was still gripping the glass, and his gaze was fixated solely on the blonde woman, glaring daggers at her.

Aizawa could tell that Y/N wasn't fine. The younger teacher's body language was a dead giveaway.

He reached out and placed a gentle hand on Y/N’s bouncing leg, trying to get the younger teacher to stop moving so much.

"You don't look like you're fine," Aizawa said, still keeping his voice as low as possible so that only Y/N would be able to hear him.

Aizawa’s gaze flicked to Nemuri and Hizashi, who were simply both watching the situation play out, and Hizashi's eyebrows raised as he saw Aizawa rest a hand on Y/N’s knee.

And as he looked back at Y/N, the art teacher had completely stilled, his eyes staring wide up at Aizawa, as if he were completely stunned by the gentle touch.

Aizawa could feel the weight of Nemuri and Hizashi’s gazes on him as he rested his hand on Y/N's knee. He knew damn well how intimate this looked, and he could tell that they were both silently watching the two of them with smug smirks on their faces.

He ignored his friends, however, and focused on Y/N instead. The art teacher's wide eyes stared up at him in surprise at the touch, and Aizawa's heart pounded in his chest.

Aizawa swallowed the lump in his throat as he kept his hand on Y/N’s knee. His friends' smirks were boring into him, but he refused to look in their direction. All of his attention was on Y/N. The younger teacher was looking up at him, wide-eyed and surprised, and Aizawa couldn't look away. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, and he was hoping that the other man didn't notice how fast it was going.

"You sure you're fine?" He repeated, his voice coming out a bit hoarse.

Y/N stared at Aizawa for a few long seconds, before he muttered,

"Y-yeah, I'm okay."

He suddenly pulled away from Aizawa, practically jumping up out of his seat with a mumble about how he had to use the bathroom.

Aizawa watched Y/N get up from his seat and excuse himself to the men’s bathroom. His gaze lingered for a few seconds after he left, before he turned back to face Nemuri and Hizashi. He was once again met with the sight of their smug expressions. Aizawa felt his cheeks flush, knowing exactly what they were implying.

When Aizawa looked over at Nemuri and Hizashi, he saw the knowing smirks on their faces, and Nemuri leaned forward.

"So... what was that about?"

He avoided their gazes and grumbled a reply as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"It was nothing. He's just... drunk, that's all."

Hizashi chimed up,

“...Well if he's so drunk.. maybe you should go after him. Y'know. Help him. With.. stuff."

The two heroes shared a look, before they looked at Aizawa.

“...Unless you wanna follow up on that drink that lady gave you."

They were forcing him between a rock and a hard place. Of course, he could just choose to stay seated, but... Some desperate part of him wanted to chase after Y/N, to find out why he had been so upset.

He had two choices. Stay and let some random woman flirt with him, or give in to their teasing and follow after Y/N to see why he was so upset.

…Shit.

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