#aizawa shouta x student! reader

[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.

[starryskyzx]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞����𝙜: 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.

[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.

[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.

[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💜

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Aizawa x Student Fanfic || (student is 18)

TW: student teacher relationship, smut

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Part One:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I immediately regret it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fatkish]

Aizawa reacts to his student reader getting tortured ? Mayb they both god kidnapped by a villain while interning or smthing. Random thought that popped into my brain -🐶

I had another request that asked for a reader’s death so I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to combine the two requests.

Aizawa x Student Reader Angst

If I die Young

You and Aizawa had been working on a case involving human trafficking and missing persons from across the globe. A group of villains had been trafficking young women and you guys had supposedly found the abandoned warehouse on the fishing docks that they were using as a hideout. You decided to scope out the place without Aizawa or any backup. You scaled the roof and carefully walked atop it, careful not to make too much noise and alert any bad guys. As you walked along the roof you saw a skylight and ducked into the corner and peered into the place.

You saw a bunch of girls, maybe 15-23 in age range and about 13 of them. They were wearing the torn and dirty clothes they were likely captured in and were chained up using quirk restraining cuffs. You looked around and saw that the coast was clear. There wasn’t any bad guys in sight so they must not be here. You carefully opened the skylight and quietly and quickly descended into the warehouse and walked over to the girls.

“Hey, it’s alright, you’re safe now, I’m going to free you.” You instructed the girls on how to get out of the warehouse and gave them specific instructions on how to get back to the main road where people are. You told them to call the police as soon as they got to the main road and you gave them a bit of money to use a pay phone if needed. Once you got the last girl freed from her cuffs, you helped lead them through the warehouse and buildings towards the road. As you and the girls were nearing the exit to the docks, you saw a black van drive in and you told the girls to not move.

Realizing the kidnappers had returned, you waited for them to pass before you handed your phone to one of the older girls and told her to call the police and tell them their location and to send Eraserhead and any other pros available, and that a (hero name) needs assistance. You told the girls to run and that you would distract the traffickers while the girls got to safety.

You ran back to the warehouse and entered it to find the traffickers.

“It’s too late, the girls have been rescued and heroes are on their way. It’s over.” You stood in the doorway of the warehouse, the traffickers turned towards you as they were clearly angry about losing the girls. You watched as they pulled out their weapons and a fight began. You tried to fight and hold them off but three against one isn’t a fair fight. As you fought, you got more cuts and scrapes and one of them even stabbed you in the shoulder. As you fought against them you started to realize that this could very well be the end for you. As you were struggling with one of the guys, you failed to see another pull out a gun. You didn’t know what had happened until you heard three loud bangs and felt pain in your stomach.

You looked down to see red spots start to bloom like peonies on your abdomen. Still, even with the pain you continued to fight, knowing that you needed to stall for as much time as possible.

(Play song)

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Oh-oh, oh-oh

As you tried to fight, your movements became slow and sluggish. You were getting beat and hit a lot more now. You almost didn’t see the flashing red and blue lights. Your vision was blurry and you could hardly stand, as you fell back, a pair of strong arms caught you.

“(Hero name)! (Hero name), just hang on kid” you knew that voice. That’s the voice of your grumpy teacher Mr. Aizawa. You opened you eyes to see that you were in your teacher’s arms.

Lord, make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors

Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

Aizawa couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t be true. His student, was in his arms, bleeding out and on death’s doorstep. He looked at the wounds, knowing rationally that you had already lost too much blood, but emotionally, he wanted to save you.

“Please stay with me (hero name), it’s going to be alright, the paramedics are on their way, just hold on, please”

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

You smiled up at your teacher. His eyes were watering up with tears as you shakily held one of his hands. He tried to apply pressure to your wounds to stop the bleeding. With a soft smile you gazed up at Aizawa and spoke to him, knowing each word could be your last.

“It’s okay Eraserhead, don’t blame yourself for anything. You and I both know I won’t make it to the hospital in time…so just listen to me… thank you for everything… for being an amazing teacher and for looking out for me…don’t… don’t let.. my death… be a sad thing…. Don’t mourn my death…. Don’t focus on the loss…. Instead, celebrate the fact that I lived…. Life is short…. And tomorrow isn’t a promise, so live…. Live with meaning, live so that you don’t have any regrets….. I don’t regret….. what I did…..”

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger

I've never known the lovin' of a man

But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever

Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

As you closed your eyes, Aizawa couldn’t stop the tears from falling. He held you tight as your words sank in. Soon the other hero’s arrested the traffickers and the paramedics came and hoisted your body onto a gurney and drove to the closest hospital.

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls

What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar

They're worth so much more after I'm a goner

And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin'

Funny when you're dead, how people start listenin'

In the hospital, Aizawa waited outside your room as your parents came. Your mother was in tears and your father was silent. They entered your room as Aizawa could only stand there and watch as your parents grieved and cried over the loss of their beloved child. Aizawa couldn’t help but remember Oboro, his high school friend. He clenched his fists as he heard you mother’s cries.

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Oh-oh, (oh-oh)

After Aizawa got home, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he cried over the loss of his student. He blamed himself for your death. He shouldn’t have let you go alone to scope out the warehouse. He should have gone with you. How was he supposed to tell the class that you died. What would he say. As he sat there the reality of your death slowly sunk in. He’ll never get to see you graduate. You won’t be there in class tomorrow, you won’t be in school ever again. He would never grade another of your papers. You’d never be able to make a name for yourself or start your own agency. You’ll never get to have your first taste of alcohol. You’ll never be able to get married or have kids of your own. All your hopes and dreams were gone, along with you.

The ballad of a dove

Go with peace and love

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket

Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

As time passed, your funeral was set and of course. aizawa went to it. He was terrified that your parents wouldn’t let him say his goodbye but he was surprised when they welcomed him and politely asked if he would be able to talk about you, talk about how you were as a student. They didn’t want to pressure him if he didn’t feel up to it, but he believed it was the least he could do.

As Aizawa spoke about how you were as a student. He spoke about how he enjoyed having you in class, how you were a bright student and had a bunch of potential. He talked about how he watched you grow stronger. After he spoke, he placed a single white lily in your hand. And as the funeral ended, he watched as your casket was lowered into the ground and dirt was placed atop it. Slowly covering your casket. Aizawa would never forget you, as long as he lived, he’d remember the student that he lost.

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls

(Oh my gosh, I cried while writing this. I hoped you liked it.)

[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.”

[sariochu]

Class 1-A x Transfer!Student Reader (Platonic)

This is my first blog so please correct me if there is any spelling mistakes!

•You were a transfer student from (your country insert)

•Your parents got a job in musutafu, Japan, which was a great opportunity to go to the most prestigious school in Japan, UA high school

•You started there some day after the USJ attack.

•Aizawa introduced you to the whole class, which made you a bit nervous since your Japanese skills isn’t exactly your best.

•Once you introduced yourself to the whole class, your class started to have interests on you.

•During break, the whole class came swarming around you (except Bakugou Ofc) asking various questions about how it was like living in your country.

•The class gave you a warm welcome for joining their class.

•you’ve made many friends, having a enjoyable life in UA and lots more fun.

(Sorry this was kinda short! I was in a rush and I kinda ran out of ideas😅)

[beembeem]

Hey, Love your work! Do you think you could write aizawa x student reader that was abandoned? (platonic, of course)

Have a nice day!

Aww, thank you, Anon! I'd be happy to write aizawa content he's one of my favorites! (^_^) this request hits a little close to home (a bit too close haha) but I had a lot of fun writing this! Let me know what you want me to write next!

Y/n sat on the streets curb, clutching her go bag tightly to her body, the rain pelting her hunched figure and drowning out her silent sobs. Y/n knew her parents were tired of her, all the threats they threw at her, their constant bickering, the number of times her parents told her they hated them to her face. Everything boiled up, and in a fit of rage, y/ns parents threw her out of the house. Leaving her where she is now. A homeless teenager bawling her eyes out in the rain while sitting on a curb in the city of mustafu.

Y/n jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she was so lost in her scrambled thoughts that she hadn't noticed the blue umbrella shielding her from the rain. Y/n looked up and then over at her homeroom teacher squatting beside her holding the umbrella over her. "Y/n? What are you doing out here?" He asked, noting your tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He questioned frantically scanning your body, without giving you time to answer he stood and pulled you up with him "I'll walk you to your house."he said before handing you his umbrella "m-my parents don't want me there" y/n said, already" choking on her words and fighting the tears that threatened to spill."your parents kicked you out?" Aizawa asked and y/n nodded, fiddling with her pajama shirt, her parents didn't allow you the luxury of getting real clothes on.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, "alright, come on, I'll take you to my house." He said before grabbing your empty hand and leading you along."Despite the fact that having you at my house is wildly inappropriate, it's either that or you catching your death in this rain. He stated that matter of factly, "plus nemuri would beat my ass if she knew I left you out here." he walked with you following closely behind him before long. You ended up standing outside of his apartment door, your brain still processing the events, and short-circuiting y/n could barely remember the walk. Mr. Aizawa twisted the key to the door, opened it, and ushered you inside. You immediately took off your soaking wet slippers and stood awkwardly by the front door while Aizawa put his coat and umbrella in a nearby closet. "Alright, kid, I'll run you a hot shower, then I'll call nedzu and let him know what's going on." He said, "a-alright. " You filled with the fabric of your wet shirt again, starting to lose yourself to your mind when you were pulled back by two snaps."Did you hear me? Bathroom is the first door on the left, " he said while pointing down the hall."Oh! Sorry, " you apologized before quickly running off to the bathroom and savoring a hot shower.

After drying yourself off and getting dressed in the clothes, Mr. Aizawa gave you and you silently, walked to his kitchen where you found him slumped at the table. You awkwardly stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Uhm, thank you for the clothes, Mr Aizawa!" You thanked him, and his tired moved from his phone to you."No problem, they're just things nemuri left here." He stated before going back to his phone."nedzu said he reported your parents for child abandonment." He said, motioning you to sit down in the chair across from him before he stood up "I made some cocoa, I made you some" he walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed two mugs full of hot chocolate then returned to the table and set a cup down in front of you. "Thank you!" You said before taking a sip. "So," he stared at you. "What happened?" He asked bluntly. You froze for a few seconds before breaking down in tears .t-they just ditched me, I loved them, and they just threw me our like I meant nothing!" You cried."I - I don't have anywhere else to go! They were all I had and now I won't be able to go to UA because I can't afford my stupid tuition, and-and" it felt like you were choking, you couldn't let anything out except for tears and sobs. Aizawa moved to comfort you, pulling you into a hug and patting your head. He hushed you before saying, "we'll figure it out." You grabbed the back of his shirt and cried even harder.

There'd be hell for your parents to pay.

[hopelessromwriter]

Best Teacher

Aizawa shota x student reader

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff

It was a typical school day, and Aizawa Shouta had just finished teaching his last class of the day. As he walked out of the classroom, he noticed a student who should have been in class walking in the opposite direction. The student's head was down, and she seemed to be in a hurry.

"Hey, (l/n)!" Aizawa called out to you. "What are you doing out here? You should be in class."

You stopped and turned around to face him. You looked up at him with big, sad eyes.

"I'm sorry, Aizawa-sensei," you said quietly. "I just needed to get some fresh air."

Aizawa's concern was immediate. He had noticed that you had been absent from class more frequently than usual, and your grades had been slipping. He wondered if there was something going on that was causing you to act this way.

"Is everything okay?" he asked you gently. "You've been absent quite a bit lately, and your grades are suffering. Is there something going on that I should know about?"

You hesitated, but something about the way Aizawa was looking at you made you feel like you could trust him.

"I...I've been having some problems at home," you admitted. "It's been hard to focus on school lately."

Aizawa nodded, understandingly. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I'll figure it out."

Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder, his expression softening. "I know it can be tough sometimes," he said. "But you don't have to go through it alone. If you ever need someone to talk to or if there's anything I can do to make things easier for you, please don't hesitate to come to me."

You looked up at him, eyes filling with tears. You had never had a teacher show such concern for your well-being before.

"Thank you, Aizawa-sensei," you said, your voice breaking a little. "I'll keep that in mind."

Aizawa smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that made him look kinder than ever.

"Just remember," he said. "You're not alone. And as your teacher, I'm always here to help you."

You nodded, feeling a sense of comfort that you hadn't felt in a long time. You turned and walked back towards the school building, feeling a little more hopeful than you had in a while.

Aizawa watched you go, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he had been able to help in some small way. As a teacher, he knew that his job was more than just teaching his students about the subject matter. It was also about making sure that they were okay and had the support they needed to succeed. And he was more than happy to do just that.

[kywaslost]

Hello, i never really do requests & this may be a sensitive topic so please don’t feel inclined to do it. platonic aizawa x reader, who has a poor mental health and he finds them trying to take their own life and reader tries to pretend everything’s fine (they don’t want to burden anyone) until aizawa gets them to open up? maybe he sees sh scars.

Talk to Me - Aizawa

A/N: Hi!! I hope this turned out alright! Feel free to dm me if you ever need to talk <3

Warnings: mentions of sh, attempted suicide, drowning, proceed with caution

The sun had set hours ago, coating the city in a blanket of calm darkness. Aizawa strolled along the riverside, watching as the city lights danced across the waters, leaving a shimmery glow in its path. It’s been a very slow night and Aizawa had only stopped a few petty crimes from taking place. Ever since the League of Villains attacked his students during the summer camp, and Bakugou had been rescued, villain activity had drastically decreased. At least for now.

Eraserhead had a few hours left of patrol so he spent some time walking along the boardwalk of the river, enjoying the peace and quiet that came with it. The sound of water soothed him in a way nothing else ever could. And as Aizawa looked ahead, it seemed as though someone else felt the same way. A figure sat on top of the railing of the boardwalk ahead of Aizawa.

He was confused at first, because it was a bit past three in the morning and he hadn’t seen anyone out and about in about an hour. It didn’t really matter to him who it was and what they were doing. For all he knew, they could just be searching for their own sense of peace. He thought about saying something, but was in no rush to reach the person on the railing. He walked at his own pace, keeping an eye on his surroundings. He was still on patrol, after all.

As he got closer he could start making out certain features of the stranger on the rail. Their h/l h/c hair hung over their eyes slightly, but Aizawa could see the back of the sweatshirt the figure was wearing. Aizawa had seen it before, one of his students. Why were you here late at night? Were you here alone?

He had only taken his eyes off of you for a moment. He didn’t think anything could have happened in the split second his eyes wandered from you to the area around him as he searched for anyone who may be here with you. There isn’t any possible way something could have happened to you in that split second.

There was a loud crash in the water, and as Aizawa whipped his head around, you were gone. He couldn’t see you anymore, and the sound of splashing water didn’t sound right to him.

“Y/N?” he called out worriedly. “Where did you go?” Shouta ran as quickly as he could over to where you had been sitting a mere few seconds earlier. He stepped up on the first bar of the railing, leaning over to get a better view of the water below. His panicked eyes searched the dark waters below him. It was a big drop between where you were sitting and to the surface of the water.

Aizawa’s heart rate spiked when he caught the slightest glimpse of a hand under the water. The closer he looked, he could see your hair disappearing deeper and deeper under the surface of the water.

Without a second thought Aizawa quickly tied his capture weapon around the railing and jumped over the side, slowly yet somehow quickly lowering himself closer to the surface of the water. When he was close enough to ensure he wouldn’t harm himself, Shouta jumped down into the chilly water.

It was even darker under the surface of the water. And Aizawa was quickly sinking deeper as his clothes filled with water. He didn’t have time to spare. You had jumped much earlier than he had, which means you were even deeper under the water and even less time than he did. Forcing himself deeper under the water, the pressure grew around him. Whether it was his anxiety, lack of oxygen, or just the building water pressure, Shouta was unsure.

As the pro hero extended his arms to push himself further down, he felt something hit his hand. He frantically reached out again, finding whatever had hit him and gripped it tightly, pulling it upward with all of his strength. His chest hurt and he was about to gasp for air while he was still underwater. Putting all of his trust into the fact that he was holding on to you and not just something else, he used his capture weapon to pull himself and what was hopefully you up to the surface of the river.

His head broke through first and Aizawa gasped deeply, taking in the much needed oxygen. He pulled you up harder, now watching as your head broke through the surface as well. You were unconscious, head falling this way and that. Shouta pulled you tight against his chest as he lifted the two of you out of the water.

When he reached the boardwalk again, now soaking wet and feeling 20 pounds heavier, Aizawa gently laid you down on your back and felt for a pulse. It was there, and stronger than he thought it’d be, but he could hear struggling wheezes coming from your mouth.

“Hey hey hey,” he said worriedly, smacking your face lightly. “Come on Y/N, wake up, please.” Aizawa tilted you on your side, using his knees to support your back. “Breathe for me kiddo.” He patted you back harshly to try and force the water from your lungs. “Please.” Shouta was beginning to panic, tears brimming his eyes from fear. He needed to call for help, but he also needed to get you breathing properly.

You looked so pale and your lips were beginning to turn a light shade of blue. Aizawa was beginning to think that there was nothing he could do for you. Until a sharp cough made its way past your blue lips. You tilted more onto your stomach and began coughing up water. Aizawa sucked in a breath, beyond grateful for your progress. He continued to pat your back harshly, gathering your soaking hair in his other hand and you coughed and gagged up everything in you.

When you could finally breathe properly you rolled onto your back, which ended up with you against AIzawa’s lap, and gasping harshly.

“Shh,” Aizawa soothed, running a hand through your hair. “I’m right here. You aren’t alone. You’re safe Y/N.”

You burst into tears, reaching up for Aizawa’s free hand and gripping it tightly. Your teary e/c eyes met Aizawa’s worried black eyes. You begin to choke on your voice, babbling out apology after apology.

“M sorry. So sorry, ‘zawa,” you sobbed. “‘M sorry.”

“You’re alright,” Aizawa smiled down at you. “You’re safe now. Save your voice. Calm down first.”

Eraserhead took deep breaths with you, guiding you through various breathing and grounding exercises. When you had finally calmed down, exhaustion taking over, Aizawa spoke again.

“Why?” he asked through tears. “Why would you try to do this to yourself?”

You only shook your head, gripping Aizawa’s arm tighter against your chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Shouta said quietly. “I’m not trying to pry, but I want you to know I’d like to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” He looked down at you again, except this time he noticed something else worrisome. Your skin was still pale, but you were gaining back your color. That wasn’t what scared him, though. It was the thin red lines he saw littering your arms under your sweatshirt. Your sleeves had ridden up when you gripped his arm, giving Eraser a full view of your terrible coping mechanism.

“Oh Y/N,” he whispered, tracing a thumb over your cuts. “I’m so sorry I never noticed something was wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Your voice was rough and Aizawa could see straight through your lie.

“If nothing were wrong I wouldn’t have caught you trying to drown yourself in the river.”

“I don’t want to worry you more than I already have,” you muttered. You pushed yourself to sit upright, then attempted to stand. Your vision began to fade around the edges and you stumbled. Luckily, Aizawa stood up quick enough to catch you before you could fall back to the ground.

“Let me help you,” he pleaded. “I’m a pro, this is what I’m meant to do.” You only shook your head, falling back into Aizawa as he tried to support your weight. “WHere are your parents, Y/N?”

You shook your head, answering, “Not home. They’re both out of town for a week.” Your breathing picked up as soon as you realized your situation. Your attempt had failed, and now you had to go back home where you’d be all alone for a few more days. No one would be there for you.

“Hey, calm down,” Aizawa reminded you. “I’m going to bring you home with me for a few days, just until your parents come home.” He slid an arm under your knees, picking you up and pulling you close to him. “Rest, Y/N. We’ll talk more about this later. I’m right here, you’re safe.”