The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Aizawa tucked into his dinner, as I did mine, trying to forget what the fuck just happened.

"Like it? I wanted to try something new tonight." He smiled a little, going back to his plate. All I could think was, 'how can this guy just pretend nothing happened?!'

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Because nothing happened.

Nothing happened, right?

I didn't almost kiss my student. That would be preposterous. Right...?

"Like it? I wanted to try something new tonight." I forced a smile, redirecting my attention to my plate. She had no idea that my mind was a battlefield at that moment.

'I almost kissed a fucking student. Why? I don't feel like that... do I? What would have happened if I didn't stop?' I fought with my own thoughts.

'I didn't do that on purpose, it happened naturally... but why?'

I kept going at the plate, trying not to give the slightest indication of my distress.

'I am in a position of power. As a teacher, and in giving her a home. It would be taking advantage of her.'

'But she is much older, and clearly aware of her actions. This girl would much rather live on the streets than let someone like me take advantage of her. Especially after what her parents did. She's confident in her ability to make it on her own now.'

"Aizawa..." Y/N trailed off.

"Hm?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"You're hitting your chopsticks on an empty plate..." She looked at me strangely; I was in fact attacking my empty plate with chopsticks, still thinking there was food there. I shouldn't have been lost in my thoughts so much.

"Oh. Sorry." I picked up the plate, along with her empty one, and took it to the sink, hearing a small giggle behind me.

Cute.

That day was the first day she didn't try to help with the washing. Even if I shut her down each and every time. Instead, she got up and went to her room, leaving a simple "Goodnight, Aizawa." escaping her lips.

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Ugh, school. Okay okay, school was fun. I loved school. Learning shit that was mostly fighting people for the good of society. It's good. What I didn't like was waking up at 6 every day.

Slamming my alarm, I rolled out of bed, setting Bun-bun down on the bed, resting against the pillow. She was my baby now.

Heading to the laundry room, I took down my fresh uniform and chucked a load on in the washing machine.

In terms of pajamas, I wore none. Purely due to the fact that Aizawa was out the door at the exact time my alarm went off. Therefore, I stood leaning against the washing machine in only undies and one of Aizawa's old shirts. Kuro nuzzled against my leg, begging for pets. I obliged, obviously. He exposed his belly whilst I gave him an infinite amount of chin scritches. He was also my baby now. I popped the kettle and toaster on, ready for my usual morning cuppa.

Holding my drink, I stood by the kitchen counter scrolling on my phone. 6:50 am, it read.

Now, I was used to walking around the apartment half-naked in the mornings; it was quite relaxing. Until a certain scruffy man busted out of his bedroom door, frantically pulling his scarf over his head, hairbrush in hand, clearly in a rush. We both stopped, staring at each other. His eyes slightly bulged in shock; only once glancing at my practically naked bottom half.