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SUMMARY → when a bright and loud girl comes into the 1-A classroom many old repressed memories already arise. even though aizawa praises himself for being a clear and logical thinker, he knows it can’t be him even with how quirks have evolve. yet all that logical reasoning gets thrown out when she shows her clouds at the quirk appreciation test. in the same moment aizawa promises himself he will not let history repeat itself.

PAIRING → aizawa shouta x student!reader

GENRE → platonic!relationship, hurt/comfort

WARNING → none

WORD COUNT → 1.5 k

MASTERLIST → an assortment of other fics

A/N → i read this hc about a kid in 1-A with the same quirk as shirakumo and wanted to write a scenario for it, but for the life of me i can’t find the headcanon anymore. if you can, PLEASE tell me who wrote it so i can give them the proper credit they deserve!

WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED U.A. you thought it would be fun. Hard work but fun; studying how to be a hero. Learning and working under others that have already gone pro. Not to mention walking down the halls where most of your greatest inspirations and the current number one hero had walked and harnessed their quirks so many years before you.

Something you had not expected was the constant reprimanding; “Stupid Aizawa-sensei, stupid gross tables.” you grumble annoyed, as you continue to clean the desks in the 1-A classroom, while everyone else is happily enjoying their lunches. Trying to wipe away Kaminari his smug face as he got off scot-free, making you subconsciously scrub the table harder. 

What had happened wasn’t even big enough to warrant such punishment. You had put your shoes on your desk and instead of just telling you not to do it or to put your feet down, Aizawa-sensei gave you a blank stare and said; ‘if you can’t respect the desk, you should clean them.’ completely ignoring Kaminari, Tokoyami and Bakugou who had their feet on the table and where now silently putting them down.

To add to that it was not the only punishment you have gotten in the last few months, and most likely will not be the last. It started the first week of school. Laughing at Kaminari short-circling in class? Make a presentation about the benefits of laughing. 

Got below an 80 in English, a subject you could not seem comprehend as well as the others, but did not do too bad at. Get singed up for cram classes. You don’t even know how he knew, not to mention how you are in the top five and definitely did not need cram classes.

Which let you to now; the final bell ringing, Aizawa-sensei dismisses the class and let’s you all go on your marry way to the dorms. Slowly packing your stuff in Kaminari, Bakugou, Sero, Ashido and Kirishima stay at the door.

“We don’t have all day, dumbass.”

Making a small smile tuck up your lips that he still took the moment to wait for you even when he pretends like it’s such a burden, “Go a head, I still have to ask a question.”

“We can wait.”

“It’s okay.” you reassure, and with that last wave and a little hesitation they left the room. Leaving you with your teacher, “Aizawa-sensei.” you say uncharastically softly. Trying to gain your teachers attention that is fully focused on his desk work, “I’m busy.”

Ignoring his dismissive words, you take a deep breath, word vomiting your question out, “Do you hate me?”

Your question seem to make the man freeze in his state. Before he slowly looks up from his work, “No.” he says simply. Nodding slowly you let the answer sink in, yet it only makes more questions come up, “Then why do you always reprimand me?”

“I give punishment where I see fit.”

Making your stomach twist into a more confused and annoyed state then it already was, “Yesterday I got punishment for having my feet on the table while I wasn’t the only one.” you point out. Shaking your head at the lack of integrity, “Kaminari, Bakugou, and Tokoyami had theirs on the table. They always do, and the one time I do it I get cleaning duty.”

“I don’t care what they did, I gave you a punishment.”

Without even realising it a cloud came up above your head, “But you always do. It’s like your breathing down my neck, waiting for me to fail!”

The cloud above your head darkening from it’s usual pale white state to a dark grey, “I wasn’t even at Cameno, and I got lunch duty for not telling you what they had planned while the rest of the class got free off. You’re singling me out and you can’t even be honest about it.” you snap, your voice louder then you ment it to be, but in the heat of the moment you could not make yourself apologise for it.

“You have a lot of potential, (l/n), but if you don’t get the proper guidance you might never be able to show the world that.”

The sincerity in his voice and the unusual soft expression on his face that you had never seen before on your teachers face made you want to believe him, but then again he lied like it was breathing air. And each time you and your entire class fell for it again.

The dark cloud had faded into oblivion as you let out a deep breath, “Well, I asked Hatsume to help me figure out what type of support items might work for me. We found someone who had a quirk like mine and they used a staff for fighting. So, now we are developing one.”

“How do you develop a staff?

“We send in a sample of my hair with the design. That was it should be more durable and be able for me to manipulate into my clouds when necessary for the element of surprise. In the meanwhile I have a wooden one,” you tell him, making him hum as he turns back to his work.

Twiddling your fingers you turn your face away, “which you would have know if you were also in All Might’s face.” you mumble, quickly looking back to your teacher if he heard what you said, but by the way his face didn’t change he didn’t hear it.

“Your cleaning duty is over.”

As soon as you arrive at the dorms you got bombarded with questions from your friends; before Iida demanded you ( and the others who hadn’t either ) to go upstairs, change into your home clothes, and help prepare dinner.

It was something you all would do every Friday, while on any other day it was devided into groups to make it for everyone else. Instead of everyone making it separately. 

Soon dinner passed and it bleed into the evening as the sun went under, the blankets got pulled out as everyone went under them. Getting settled and ready for the weekly movie night; “We should watch Banana Fish, I heard it was super sad and that rocks.” Present Mic purposes.

“No, no, Dumb and Dumber, that is what the kids like…” All Might trails off, his suggestion dying on his tongue as he sees our unimpressed faces, “Right, Midoriya-shonen?” he asks the boy, trying to find anyone to agree with him… kinda a bad move to ask his super fan.

“Maybe, I don’t know- some kids like it… But, it is kind of old. We- we could watch your film.” he panics, vastly waving his arms around as his entire face blooms red.

Smiling at the sweet interactions. Ashido groans loudly, rolling her head onto your shoulder, “Just pick a movie.” she wines, “Dark Knight has always been a favourite of mine.” Tokoyami offers.

At the end Midnight offered a rom-com and it might have been the headache of listen to more suggestion and not knowing a better pick, but it got put on and it was moderiably enjoyable yet your attention was pulled outside.

Glancing outside your eyes quickly find a frame sitting alone in the dark. You quickly identify the frame as your moody teacher. Standing up for your position under the blankets you move away, “Where are you going?” Ashido mumbles.

“Just taking a breath of fresh air.”

Making a plate, you make your way out into the garden. Placing it infront of him, before taking a seat next to him. It stays quite for a moment as he takes a bite of the food you had plated. Letting the silence continue; “Why are you sitting out alone, sensei?” you ask softly, breaking the silence as he takes a sip of his drink, most likely a cup of coffee.

Glancing up at the cloudy night sky, you aren’t quite sure what you are suppose to see… Everything is just gray and very bleak, no star to be seen, “Like cloud watching?”

“It reminds me of a time I couldn’t help someone that needed me.”

“Well... my M.O. is whenever you screw up, you should just keep smiling like usual.” you tell him, making a small smile tuck up his lips as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Thank you, ( y/n ).”

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hi :) id like to request a comfort aizawa/eraser head x gn reader that's struggling with an ed alone fic/drabble? so basically how he'd find out and help and support them? it's ok if you don't feel comfortable, but thank you in advance if you do it!

hi sweetheart, sorry for the delay ಥ_ಥ i hope this is comforting enough and helps you get through whatever you're going through rn, know that i'm here and i'm rooting for you to get better!! ♡

AIZAWA SHŌTA WITH A STRUGGLING S/O

warnings: gn!reader, EDs (mentions of binging and chaotic eating patterns), mentions of self-harm, reader gets slightly injured at some point, angst to fluff, comfort. so much comfort (aizawa being a jewel of a man)

there is no way i can get through this.

it was all too much.

the stress, the thoughts, the food, then the lack of it.

and the tears.

the pain.

those were the ones that stood out the most, your body documenting each and every moment in great detail.

that time you ate "in advance", only to stop for (a new personal record) four days straight without giving in, water, coffee and bananas being your only companions during that tough time.

that time you couldn't hide the scars on your body, sick reminders of your attempts to forget the anguish that lied inside your head, an animal ready to strike whenever you were at your most vulnerable.

or that time when you looked at yourself in the mirror, the stretch marks your hips more preeminent than ever, the flabby side of your underarms noticeable from every angle, no matter how much you turned around, tears running freely down your cheeks.

and shōta couldn't do anything about it.

he tried, he really tried to reach you. he couldn't, though, because you wouldn't let him. and it pained the man to no end, because all he wanted to do was to hug and love and kiss the pain away.

the moment he found out about your struggle he wanted to help, he wanted to show you that you could trust him, you could rely on him, because he cared. he cared about you so much.

unfortunately, though, it was a difficult task. when a person is so deep into that mindset, it's hard for them to get a grip, not to mention that skipping meals made you more prone to getting irritated.

it all got to the point where you two would fight over anything related to food, him questioning you about your poor diet choices and you yelling nonsense at him, telling him that you were fine and that he was smothering you.

"love, i just want to–"

"enough!" you shouted as you got up from the table and stomped your way to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

aizawa looked in disbelief before sighing, getting up from his seat at the kitchen table and making his way towards the bathroom door.

without saying a word, he leaned his back on the cold surface, sliding down on it until he was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to his chest but kept spread apart, head bowed down, with one hand over his face, the other one on the back of his head.

despite his imposing height, he looked so small on the wooden floor, so helpless.

a soft crash was heard from beyond the door.

then, a whimper.

shōta got on his feet in an instant, ready to barge in if needed, when you opened the bathroom door yourself.

tears were gracing your features as two bloody trails ran along your face, from your forehead to your chin.

aizawa was stunned.

"i–"

"shōta," you sniffled. "it hurts."

that woke him up from his trance in an instant.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"how'd you manage?" he asked softly, dabbing at the (he discovered) small wound on the top of your head with a wet towel.

"it's all because i'm dumb." you half laugh, half sob and he shushes you.

"don't say that, kitten."

you just look at him with round, puffy eyes, the man smiling comfortingly at you.

he put the towel away and leaned towards you, sturdy hands on both sides of your cheeks as his thumbs started stroking aimless patterns on your skin. his dark eyes never left yours as he spoke:

"never stop yourself from seeking help when it comes to this, alright? i'm here, i'll always be here for you, my love. you are not alone, and i will make sure that you realise how loved and cherished you are, regardless of how much you weigh." he said sternly, causing a fresh outburst of tears to flow down your cheeks.

he just kissed them away gently before bandaging your wound and helping you off the counter and into the bed.

it was all warm, the comforter soft beneath your limbs and fingers, the man that slid in next to you even warmer.

you didn't fall asleep instantly, the gentle light coming from the lamp on your nightstand still illuminating shōta softly as he read, tired eyes roaming the pages of a small book with interest.

"what're you reading?"

"hm?" he raised and eyebrow, glancing at you from behind his glasses. "oh, just a novel nemuri borrowed me a while ago."

"mmm, i see."

he kissed your forehead and continued with what he was doing, but not before cuddling you closer into his side.

after a while, the lights were out, and you could feel his strong hands caressing your shoulders softly, then your waist, then your hips, then they tumbled back to hold yours, tiny palms squeezing his affectionately.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"mooorning" was the first thing that hit you in your sleep-induced confusion, never getting used to his even raspier voice as another day was slowly starting to pull you into motion.

"yeah, you too," you mumble, sleep not yet entirely gone from your drowsy features.

"up we get, darling." you suddenly heard an old tune coming from the radio nestled between the books on the shelf to your left, as the rich smell of coffee made itself present in the room.

you open your eyes to see aizawa standing in the doorway, leaning onto one shoulder, legs crossed carelessly in his hello kitty pijama pants, two mugs of steaming liquid in his hands.

"huh, since when are you so fond of waking up early?"

he just shrugged and walked over to your side of the bed, putting down the mugs and petting your head gently.

"how's the wound doing?"

"'s existing, i guess" you say as you cringe at your outburst from the day before. you sometimes wondered how he kept his composure through it all, while also doing his job as an attentive teacher of a pretty special highschool, caring for a class full of gifted individuals.

"darling, you're drifting away from me again."

it took two blinks to get you back to reality as he smiled and helped you off the bed, while guiding you gently to the bathroom.

"you know i can walk, right?" you say, flustered by his gestures, feeling your cheeks getting more and more warm.

"mhm." he just smiled and kissed the top of your head while the two of you went on with your morning routine.

as soon as you looked at yourself in the mirror, thoughts were starting to creep back into your mind. luckily, though, shōta was alert and kissed away any insecurity that decided to reside inside your pretty little mind and turn your day unpleasant.

after leaving you even more speechless, breathless and disoriented (because of how surprising and welcomed his affection was), you decided that you should give each other face masks, "because that's what couples do" (to which you had to add an "oh my god, you sap")

"don't eat the cucumber, you moron!" you shrieked at him, coffee in hand as you leaned onto the kitchen counter.

"too late" he grinned from his chiar as the radio in your bedroom kept playing song after song, melodies that you happily hummed along to.

yeah, you thought. i guess there is a way to get through this.

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Shouta Aizawa x Reader "Room for one more" PLATONIC

Tw for runaway/kicked out, abuse and sh(sorta)

Quirk: garden: allows you to manipulate and grow plants

Request are open

You had attended UA high for some time now and had made it into class 1-A you were lucky to be there considering how against your parents were. However the only reason you are able to attend was under the Principal Nezu's offer to have the school assist money wise. Your parents hated heroes and the idea of their kid being one disgusted them. You made it a point to mention as little school at home to avoid confrontation. But being that you enrolled late you had some paperwork to do.

You had asked for more time to get it filled out as it seemed impossible to talk to your parents together about the matter. However this was already 3 months into the school year, and you could tell both Aizawa and Nezu were tired of your excuses.

Aizawa made an effort early in the year to show as little care as possible to his students, and this was further proven by how strict he was and how careless he seemed to act towards all of 1-A. This was quickly disproven when he seemed to sacrifice himself for the class as a whole.

That being said you were the only enrolled student without everything completed, so he made it clear he'd have you removed from the class.

When you got home your mom was at work and your father seemed to be in a good mood so you pulled out the paper work from you bag and sat at the table with your dad.

"Can you um.. help me fill these out please dad. It has a bunch of questions about family health history and I also need your signature on some."

"Why? I thought you'd be smart enough to do this shit since you seem to be too good for this family we've done enough just allowing you to go to that god forsaken school."

After some back and forth it seemed to escalate and it only worsened once your mother got home. It went from paperwork to how horrible of a child you were.

"Sense you are too good for this family maybe you should just leave. "

Everything seemed to go downhill from there. You tried to reason with her and convince her to just let you say but it only seemed to make her want you in the house even less. Finally you tried to reason with them one more time ultimately getting yourself a hit to the face from your dad. Ending with him giving you till the end of the night to leave the house.

What were you even supposed to do? You had a bag with a few clothes and not much money. Most of your extended family lived on the opposite side of Japan so there was no way you could get there nor stay there for more than a few days.

There was absolutely no way in hell you could tell any of your UA friends you parents just kicked you out over hero school paper work. So you had little to no options.

A few hours passed and you were out wandering the streets and you decided it'd be best to just go back to the school and find somewhere to crash for the night. Halfway to the school it started raining and it was well past midnight and you still had nowhere to go. You sat in a nearby coffee shop soaked and used some of the money left on your card. You scrolled through your phone trying to think of someone to call when your eyes landed on your homeroom teacher's number. It was a bad idea right?

He probably wouldn't answer anyways, but what other choice did you have? The phone rang 3 times and just as you were about to give up the line picked up

It's 2 in the morning you better be dying or calling on accident kid.

No unfortunately, I um- do you - um..

Spit it out kid I'm tired and UA doesn't pay me nearly enough

Yeah no sorry um.. is the school open?

No why the hell would it be open. Why are you even calling?

Um..

You feel a knot in your throat and your mind went completely blank

Are you okay kid? Where the hell are you

Um a coffee show a few blocks from the school. I- don't -

You can feel breaking down completely on the phone and your brain forming incoherent sentences.

Just stay there. Don't move. I'll be there in like.. 8 minutes.

After some time past Aizawa showed up and the first few minutes were just him trying to get you to calm down without saying anything that could possibly make you shut down completely. After you were completely calm and got you in the car.

If you tell me why you're out at 2am and what the hell and who the hell happened to your face. . I'll let you sleep on the couch.

You placed your hands on your lap and summoned small vines with thorns around your hands and then they all disappeared and you could feel Aizawa looking at you canceling it out. "None of that. Okay? Just talk about it. Please kid, you gotta give me something to work with before I let you crash on my couch"

You looked over at him pulled out the blank paper work "They don't like heros. They only let me go because. . Nezu offered to pay for most of it. I asked for them to help and.. it all escalated so quickly. Next thing I knew : hit to the face from my dad and my mom telling me to get out."

He looked to you with a feeling you couldn't quite understand, was it anger? Was he angry at you for this, your mind began to race and you felt yourself closing off again and feel your chest pound.

"you'll stay at my apartment, for now at least. You won't be going back home for a while"

As you went to protest the idea he shut it down quickly saying it was no trouble and reassuring you on the matter as a whole.

Sorry I haven't been posting I'm busy and stressed

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.