Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. (OC/Reader x Aizawa)

Quirkless Knife Fights

"... Sure. Someone that can 'erase' quirks." She responds, already fed up with his presence. A few of the students quietly giggle.

"How do you know someone with a quirk like that actually exists though?" He said with a tone of feigned ignorance, and shrugs exaggeratedly.

"...I don't. But I did kinda give about half a dozen other reasons why fighting without quirks is important. Anything else?" She said with a hushed sarcasm lacing her tongue. He shakes his head and smiles.

"Hand-to-hand combat is an extremely useful skill. It will build up your muscle and allow you to fight with your quirks better." The students listened on intently.

"And if you do well, maybe, just maybe, we can start working on using quirks at the same time, next semester for 'Hand-to-hand Combat,' Rather than 'Quirkless Combat.'" The various faces around the room light up.

"Don't worry- you've also got All Might teaching regular heroics as we share the course, however we just teach different modules. You'll still be training your quirks as that is also important." She reassured them. The class seem... almost excited to learn how to fight now.

"Okay!" She claps her hands together resolutely.

"We'll be learning how to block and throw a punch and kick, then disarm throughout this week." And the atmosphere once again returns to disappointment.

"This will be extremely useful, especially in a situation where your opponent has a knife." The class silently ponders this. L/N mentally gauges their responses to how her presentation is going.

"Can I get a volunteer to help me with a demonstration?" Seeming to be stricken with first-day jitters, no one raises their hand.

Apart from one scruffy-looking man at the back.

L/N clenches her teeth. "Fine. Aizawa, come up to the front." She says with a not-so-convincing sweet tone. He follows her instructions, standing opposite her.

"So, when he throws a punch, I'm going to-"

"Didn't you say that this would be useful in knife fights? I think you should show them that first." He said with a slightly evil grin. The students buzzed with anticipation.

"... You want me to try and disarm you in a knife fight?" She deadpanned. He nodded in response and pulls out his own knife from his utility belt. Hushed gasps echo throughout the gym.

"Fine. And put that thing away." She walks over to the storage cupboard and pulls out a case. Clicking open the latches revealed multiple rubber knives, and two pots of chalk.

"You'll be using this." She pulls out a rubber knife.

"I'd prefer avoiding any injuries. You never know if your opponent could use your own knife against you, hm?" She smiled wildly, staring into his soul. He stared back, not breaking eye contact as he holstered his own knife.

"I'll rub red chalk on this- so if I get a clear red mark on me in a fatal area," She rubbed the pot of chalk against the edge of the knife.

"I'm dead." She gestured for him to take the knife. He took it and got into a fighting position.

"I'm going to take this slowly so I can explain what I'm doing." She gets into a stance of her own.

"Okay, stab m-" Before she could even finish her words, he thrust the weapon at her.

The criminal emerged from the dark alley and thrust the dirty knife at Y/N L/N. She drops her bag of groceries, and in one fell swoop, dodges and hits him in the wrist, causing him to drop the knife. She then delivered a swift kick to the head, incapacitating him.