#and unable to pull back on the teacherly response of grabbing a teacher moment

[piecesunfolding]

Yes! Balance is so, so, so important.

I'm not the best teacher or example, but I know my life to give one. In action, on the very first day of class, I hit my students with a number of things:

I have already made a seating chart. Yes, they are sitting exactly where I tell them to.

Once everyone is sat down, I go through and state both their names (they have a Korean name and an English name), then I ask them which name they prefer.

I inform them that I'm a really, really good teacher in some ways and a really, really silly teacher in other ways (uh, I learned not to use the word 'bad' to describe myself after one school year). I ask them to respect my knowledge and ability, give them permission to yell at me to stop when I go above their heads, and inform them of the kind of dumb mistakes I will 100% make on a weekly basis (there's inevitably at least two students who I always mix up).

Then we on-purpose practice these things. Teacher speaking too fast or using too complicated words, then getting REALLY excited when someone asks me to stop or to explain. Teacher asking students to switch seats to try to learn their names. Teacher on purpose making mistakes and again getting very pleased when students point out the mistakes--- and, very importantly, teacher pausing to praise (or correct) students as to HOW they are pointing out mistakes.

In the first day, my children know that I am in charge, they know that I respect their opinions/preferences, they know I know I'm human, and they know that not only is it a safe place to speak up, but if they make a mistake that I'll show them the right way to do the same thing.

And all this before they even know my class rules, which are essentially 2 questions ("Does this help me learn? Does it make it difficult for others to learn?"). I mess up, absolutely. But this foundation is one method I can give to adults to adjust to try out if they agree with this but are not sure how to make it work in a balanced way.

I think adults should stop demanding obedience from children and should start focusing on requesting respect. That’s what will actually serve them in the adult world and help them make good decisions mindfully.

[myheroaizawashota]

If requests are still up, may I request Aizawa and his crush, the reader, coming across a child who has a strong mix of their features and who keeps following them and kinda annoying and it's later revealed that this child is their future kid together who has the quirk of being able to teleport to the past. This fact, which only Aizawa learns, prompts him to gain the courage to confess to reader that he loves them.

[this was actually super adorable and fun to write! Admittedly this one is a long one, it took me a while, but hopefully it still came out rather decent and hopefully you still love it! I’m sorry if it’s not the best work I’ve put out, I have t really ever done anything like this but I really enjoyed the challenge!]

Twenty children was where Aizawa drew his line. The maximum capacity of children the man could handle before his patience wore to their absolute thinniest was twenty. Not twenty one. With a set of uninterested eyes, he looked down at the little girl who was now rested happily in his arms, a sigh of irritation passing his lips. Truthfully, he didn’t know where this extra child had come from. When he arrived to his classroom this morning, the small child was stood in the center of his room whimpering and crying. From a glance the child didn’t look to be more than three years of age, which only peeked his curiosutiy. How did a toddler manage to break seemlessly into the most secured school in the area. He tried to see if the child would pass any information his way, but upon realizing this was just a typical child, lost and frightened, he put his quest for answers on hold.

So now here he was, baby sitting a much more calmed toddler, the girl resting contently in his arms. It was strange to him just how relaxed the child seemed in his arms compared to how she reacted with others. Upon discovery of the girl his first instinct was to drop the child in Nezus company, but that plan immediately fell to pieces when the girl refused to released the growingly agitated teachers neck from her hold. Giving a sigh his eyes met with the child’s while his brows furrowed a huff passing his lips, “I can’t carry you around all day kid, I have things I need to do. You’re going to have to sit with someone else while I do them.”

The child gave a grunt of disapproval, her little legs kicking and stretching as she grabbed ahold of the man’s scarf, curling her little fist around it. “No!”

Great, just what he needed. A child with an attitude. He didn’t have the patience for this, not today at least. He needed to find someone to pawn this child off on to. It was clear that she wasn’t acceptant of any of the male teachers he tried to pass her along to, maybe someone with a very maternal instinct would work. Carrying the now fussing and sassy little monster down the hall, he made his way to your classroom giving a hum as his attention fell to the toddler in his arms. “Tantrums aren’t a way of getting what you want.”

His heart clenched when the child gently shoved at his chest, she pulling her lips into the sweetest pout. “No!” He knew that pout, but not from seeing it on this child’s face. Often times when the habitually uninterested man would deny you his attention or his time, you often gave him the same pout. It struck the softer strands of his heart, considering the feelings he’d managed to build for you. Though to no avail, much like when you presented the strict hero the same pout, the child got no where.

Letting his hand knock once at your door before sliding it open, he felt a wave of relief flood his body when he saw you sitting at your desk. Clearing his throat in an attempt to grab your attention, he gave you a gentle hum when your eyes finally meet. His heart jumped, smacking viciously against his chest as he felt the warmth and care they spread take over his body, he all but forgetting how to breathe in that instant. “Hey, shouldn’t you be teaching?” You chuckled, eyes slowly making their way down his side to the child in his arms. “Oh my god Shouta she’s so precious, is this your daughter? You didn’t tell me you had a kid” It hurt your heart a little to entertain the idea of the man having a family already, seeing as to how you managed to develop quite the crush on the stoic and stuffy pro hero. Part of you hoped he’d answer no to your question, but you highly doubted he would considering just how much the small girl resembled him. She had the same cute little nose and her face shared a similar shape. Even her hair fell similarly to his, while it was a different color, it sat and looked a lot like his.

Unable to maintain his feelings, a soft peach began to fuse its way across his typically mute cheeks. Pressing his lips together, he nervously tried to swollow his embarrassment. “No she isn’t mine. What would make you think something crazy like that?”

Relieved to hear, you let a hushed sigh pass your lips as you moved to reach for the child, who for the first time today was eager to leave Aizawas arms. Chuckling at the girls excitement, your heart couldn’t help flutter at the smile she gave, it looking so similar to the man’s in front of you, well when ever he did smile. You grinned and moved to tuck the child, who very instinctively moved to press her head into the side of your neck, against your chest as you gently shifted your weight as you began to rock them softly “I don’t know, the fact she looks just like you was my main thing” you smiled watching as the child’s eyes began to close, a thumb popping into her mouth as she moved closer to you.

Amazed by your motherly instinct, Shouta breath hitched in his throat as he stood unable to tear his eyes off of you. Not only were you incredibly tough, talented and smart, seeing this whole new nurturing side of you really solidified the feelings he had for you. It took his brain a moment to realize he had been staring at you for what some would consider far to long. While he stood gawking at the sight in front of him, he couldn’t help but notice the subtle details of the child’s face that reminded him much more of you then they did himself. “I can see some resemblances, but now that you’re holding her it’s very uncanny just how much she looks like you..”

You gave a snort of disbelief as you looked down at the nearly sleeping child that moved to curl as close as she could against you. “Ha ha, very funny. So if she isn’t you’re child who is she then?”

Flustered by your response, his eyes cast to the ground, fingers crawling across the back of his neck “Thats the thing...I don’t know who she is. I came in this morning and she was standing in the middle of my room. Ive had her since then, she hasn’t let me put her down until now. You’re the first person she’s willing left me for, and the only person she stayed calm in front of. I was hoping you could watch her, just until we figure out what to do with her. 1-A has progress testing for their quirks today, i don’t want her caught in the crossfires. I can come back for her once I’m done.”

The shock pooled in your features as you took in all of the information provided to you. How did such a sweet innocent angel manage to find herself stranded in the center of a U.A high school class. Even if she was left here, who would it be by? It’s not like many people have access in and out of the school. Left with just as much confusion as the other, you gave a hum as you pushed the little girls hair from her face. You supposed you could watch her for a bit while the other attended to his teacherly duties. She was a cute little thing after all, and despite Shouta minor horror story, she seemed like a sweet girl. You gave him a soft smile, your heart pounding when the child in your arms gave a gentle yawn and fluttered those big eyes of hers up at you. It gave you a chill, you could understand what the other meant when he claimed the girl did resemble you just as much as she did him. Tugging the child protectively against your chest you let your chin rest on her head, “I’ll watch her for now...we can figure out who she is and where her parents are when you get back, though if we can’t figure it out she may just have to come home with one of us.” You sighed, finger gently caressing the toddlers cheek as she dozed off.

Nodding in agreement, the 1-A teacher crossed his arm, a heavy sigh rippling past his mouth. “Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. I’ll be back a few hours, if I’m lucky my class will get through these tests manageably and quickly.” Though with how competitive those students could get sometimes, he never held out to much hope.

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As agreed upon Aizawa returned to your room once his exams were complete, breathing a sigh of relief to see the small child behaving for you as well as she bahaved for him. It was heart warming for him to see just how much of a family the three of you looked like. Admittedly while you and him worked together to find more information on the child, he may have smiled just a bit more than he typically did, his stomach fluttering to see the way you and the child interacted. Seeing him smile made your heart soar just as much.

After hours of searching to both of your disappointments, there seemed to be no trail of who this child was. It looked like the girl would be staying with one of you for the night. It was getting late, the time now about five in the afternoon. Seeing as to how the small girls patience began to run thin, she resorting to tantrums you both dame to the conclusion that it’d be best for the child to stay with him for the night. Sighing, the not so happy erasure hero grabbed the small girl up in his arms, “Lets get you home, your probably starving, huh.” Gathering the child and his things, he gave you a smile thank you for the help today. You gave him a smile in return, a blush poking onto your cheeks when you told him if he needed anything to just call. Appreciative of that aizawa nodded his head. He didn’t think he’d need you, the child seemed fairly attached to him, how bad could it be?...

Assuming the situation was under control was the worst move on Aizawa’s part. Once he’d arrived home and the child realized you would not be joining them, her little mouth didn’t seem to shut. She cried endlessly for what seemed like hours, she sobbing at the top of her lungs. God, Shouta hadn’t heard sobbing this loud since the time Yamada forced him to watch Marley and Me. Panicked, the new step in father covered his ears staring at the child with fear in his eyes “What?! What! Why are you crying please stop!” He pleeded, all but shouting in attempt to speak over her.

The child now crying more, he tried to relax and think rationally about the situation, hands fishing into his pockets to immediately call you. As he listened to the dial tone, he threw the conversation onto speaker so you were sure to get an earful of the same torment he was getting. It wasn’t long before you answered the phone call to the child’s screaming, you not even waiting for the question you both knew was coming. Informing him you’d be there as fast as you could, you hung up the call, not even waiting for his response.

As soon as the phone call dropped, the exhausted and weary man moved to scoop the crying child into his arms. Doing his best to imitate your movements from before, Shouta hushed and rocked the child on his hip, lowering his voice as he spoke “please stop crying now or tell me what you want. I don’t know why you’re crying.”

The small toddler rubbed at her eyes, she still sniffling and whimpering as she managed to choke out “mommy! I wan’ mommy.”

That was strange, the child had been with you and a Shouta all day, but not once had she mentioned her mother or father. Now suddenly when she was left alone with just him she was calling for her mother? Chalking it up to the late hour of the night and the child feeling vulnerable and scared, he gave a sigh and continue to soothe the child until you arrived a half an hour later.

Happy to hear your knock, Shouta swung the door open, relief flooding past his lips as he handed the child your way, he giving the heaviest sigh. “It’s been non stop since after we ate. I tried to get her ready for bed and since then she’s been screaming ceaselessly.” He grunted hands now moving to rub at his temples. “Do something. She seemed responsive to you back in your room.”

Taken aback by the child being hoisted immediately into your arms, you gave a grunt. For some reason hearing this baby scream the way she did really broke your heart. You hated to see the face that reminded you so strongly of Shoutas drenched in tears. Her small little cheeks were no longer the soft pale they were the last time you saw her, they stained red from the crying. Pressing your lips to the top of her head, you twisted your body back and forth hushing the toddler, “shhh shhh it’s okay...you’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you, your okay...”

It didn’t take more than a minute before the child seemed to stop, she clinging herself to you in a way that was much more demanding than before. The way the child seemed to curl around to your body was almost more than just looking for safety. You seemed to noticed she felt a connection to you, almost similar to the bond a child would have to her mother. Strange, considering you’d never met this girl before in your life.

Blessed to hear the crying had stopped, aizawa let the breath he was holding release, he looking to you with soft eyes. Shortly after calming the girl down it became clear that the child wanted both of you around, not just one. It being the only way to keep the girl in check, the two of you decided that you would spend the night here, just until tomorrow. You and the kid would take the bed while aizawa would rest on the couch, if he decides to sleep at all, which honestly he didn’t think would happen. Even though he was exhausted both physically and mentally he couldn’t sleep. Nothing about the situation was adding up in his head, it making his brain to overworked to shut down. Unable to sleep he stayed up. Setting his computer on his lap, he checked through some assignments he had fallen behind on grading. Since he wasn’t sleeping he may as well work. Though after a few hours of reading papers and grading work sheets, his body managed to fall asleep, his work surrounding him.

When he came to, the first thing he did was check on both you and the child. Though when he opened the bedroom door and peered into the room the only body laying in the bed was yours. His heart stopping in his chest, he scampered around the house frantically like a maniac. He tore the rooms apart to find the child, but there was no signs of her. She was gone. There was no where she could have left the house on her own...was it possibly her quirk? Did she break out exactly the same way she broke into the school? Unlikely. Someone would have noticed her. Nervously gnawing his fingers, the realization of the situation began to hit him. The child’s irrational clinginess to both him and you. The chilling resemblance of both of you in the child’s face. The way the child cried for her mother and stopped the moment you arrived and held her. It was all beginning to make sense now. If his face had color to drain, it would have at the realization aizawa had made. That was his child. Not just his, but your child too. She was a child born from both of you. Not much shocked this man, but right now you could knock him over with a feather. While he was fuzzy on the details of how the child managed to find you two well before being born, he knew one thing for certain. He wanted everything he’d felt yesterday to be a reality. While he’d been busy trying to fight the feelings he had for you, the day you spent with him creating this mock family was all to real for him to hide from. He wanted everything he’d just experienced with you. Affirmed by his feelings, the instant your eyes were open he would admit everything to you. His feelings, his thoughts, everything about how much you mean to him. Though, the small discovery he’d made would remain his little secret. One day you’d find out for yourself what he already knew. Walking quietly back to the bedroom, he stood watching you from the door way, arms crossed as he sighed. He loved you, and when you woke up he couldn’t wait to tell you.