My Problem Child ? Shota Aizawa X Reader

!i do not own my hero academia!
!i do not own any of the art used!
!15 year age gap!
!student x teacher!
!contains swearing!
!cover made by: otakuteabags!
!all rights reserved|©sleepweeby!

A/N: Before you begin, I just want to emphasize that this is a work of fiction. I do not wish to promote/condone romantic teacher-student relationships. Thank you, I hope you enjoy.

15/03/2025

... I can't believe I'm having to come back once this book is finished to ask people, if you dislike this sort of material or just my book in general once you start reading to just move on. Don't leave a negative comment or add it to a reading list called 'started reading but it's boring' or 'why would you write about this' because I'm almost seeing negative reading list names everyday at the moment.

I'm human, I have feelings and right now, they're hurt. I loved writing this book and my other 'altruistic', but I'm beginning to question, even now when I have a sequel planned for this book, if it's even worth me writing...

I'm sorry you had to read that, but I couldn't stay quiet anymore... Thank you.

Y/Ns P.O.V

Sitting and resting my head upon my hand didn't help with my attempts to keep my eyes open. However, I was forced to sit up straight when a person came walking over to the checkout I was stationed at, the only checkout open considering it was night time.

"Hello, did you manage to get everything you were looking for?"

They hummed, putting their hand within their jacket "Yeah, everything but one little thing." A gun was then pointed at me "Now do what's best for you and hand over the money."

I looked into the person's eyes, the only feature that they had on show with the mask that covered their face. Letting out a breath I decided to say "You do realise nothing will be in this register, the money's removed and stored after shifts." He just moved the gun closer to me and I shrugged, opening the cash register to reveal the bare minimum of notes that go towards giving back change.

I began taking it out "Hurry up!" I stopped what I was doing and looked up at them "I'm not enjoying this anymore than you." He groaned and moved his gun away from me "Go on then!" I looked back down to the register "The gun wasn't the issue, the register was, but thank you." He just hummed before mumbling "Stupid kid."

I shrugged and mumbled "I'm not the one trying to steal mere change." I looked up and held the notes out. He snatched them and counted them before slamming his hand down on the counter "What do you call this?"

"The money you asked for." He pointed the gun at me again "Don't play around with me missy, I wanted all of it!" I nodded and pointed to his hand "That is all of it."

"Move!" He hopped over the counter and I took a step back. He was then attempting to open the cash register. He started rattling it aggressively, I cleared my throat "I'll get it for you." I reached around him and opened the register to reveal that it was empty. He just slammed it shut, then turning to me and signalling his gun around in the air "Get all the money out of the others." I nodded. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I pointed to the way one was supposed to enter and leave from behind the checkout. He stuttered before moving so I could leave. Making my rounds around the checkouts, I passed the handfuls of notes to the man at each checkout as he closely followed me.

Soon enough I was behind the last checkout when a new voice joined our silence "Put the gun down." I looked up to see a man buried in black clothing and a large grey scarf. I let out a breath "Sir, I'll be with you in a minute, if you could just let me deal with this man." The man raised an eyebrow as the robber now faced him, gun at the ready. "I'd listen to her hobo, she's yet to be hurt because she's listened." I rolled my eyes as I looked back to the register.

"Didn't listen for those reasons." I looked up when I felt eyes on me, I shrugged "What, if there's no one in the store I can catch a quick nap." The robber just made it so his gun was facing me, I put my hands slightly up in mock surrender as I began to take out the money again.

"A nap does sound good." I looked up and smiled at the man, then quickly lifting up my free hand to stop the bullet aimed at him. That's when both men were looking at me again, I just let the bullet drop to the floor "You'll be wishing you listened to me kid!"

I felt a pain in my chest, sending a push force across my torso as I then heard the bang of a gun. The robber screamed out in pain but I looked down to my hand in which I'd placed almost centre of my chest. Moving it away, my hand was coated in blood.

Looking up, unsure of what to do, I saw the robber tied up in the grey scraf that was previously sat upon the other man's shoulders. The gun the robber previously held then sat on the floor, blood splattering close by as it dripped from the robbers arm.

The man I assumed to be a customer came over, entering behind the checkout "Let me have a look." I gulped and slowly moved my hand away, he cursed under his breath "Keep your hand there and apply as much pressure as possible." He quickly darted off, going down the aisle marked above as cleaning supplies.

It wasn't long before he was back with a load of cleaning cloths. Once he was next to me again I spoke "You can't use them... My boss will go mental!" He just moved my hand away and pressed one against my bullet wound. I groaned and unconsciously gripped onto his arm.

He placed the other cloths on the counter, getting his phone out he put it to his ear, pressing it to his ear with his shoulder so he could press on my wound with both hands "I need an ambulance, someone's been shot in the chest."

"I can't go to hospital, no one's here to cover my shift." He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I continued "What? If this wound doesn't kill me, my boss surely will if I leave the shop unattended." He rolled his eyes and continued on with the phone call.

I went to reach for his phone but he just applied more pressure and I immediately put my hands back on his arm "You flour!"

"Were you raised not to swear?" I nodded slightly before stopping "That wasn't my point! I'm on the job, either way I can't swear or be rude to customers." He hummed before saying "I was never a customer."

"You fucker!" He chuckled and just replied "I've been called worst... Why flour, never heard that in place of fuck?"

"It was a tasteful insult, quite literally." He just stared at me so I elaborated "If you were a spice, you'd be flour." He hummed.

"I like that, people wouldn't want me for anything." I shrugged slightly "They'd want you for celebrations instead, act as their cake." He grumbled.

"Can't wish to be flour in my next life then."