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

Y/N had finished her revenge sushi, feeling victorious over her coworkers. However, under the surface, anxiety was festering. Did she just seriously do that in front of her new colleagues? Did she seriously just do that to her colleagues?? In the moment, she had snapped. But now, in the aftermath, she had almost regretted it. So much for being able to drift in and do her job with no one bothering her- no friends, nor enemies. Now, she had potentially just turned every single member of staff at the top hero school against her.

Oops.

Y/N could feel the stare of the man across her; Aizawa. She met eyes with him- he was looking straight at her with a lazy smile.

"That was quite the spectacle-" He said with raised brows. Her face was one of confusion.

"Doesn't concern you." She cuts him off.

"Concerns everyone who just witnessed that glorious breakdown, in my opinion." As she normally did when talking to him, she scoffed.

A breakdown? Did that look like a breakdown?

"Wasn't a breakdown, it was plain, and simple, revenge." He frowned at this.

Did she look unhinged?

Did everyone hate her? Or was afraid of her?

"Looked like a breakdown to me. Or bullying other staff members. All I know is, 99% of the staff are probably terrified to eat lunch around you, lest they meet the same fate..." He laughed.

She should have kept her mouth shut. She shouldn't have thought she could fly under the radar unnoticed, 'no friends, nor enemies.' Now she fucked up, and either had both- or just a lot of enemies.

Swiftly, Y/N got to her feet. She was panicked, anxiety-riddled- yet also angry. She wanted to say something to him but was at a loss for words.

"Woah. Don't throw any soba on me!" He threw up his hands in mock fear, as if she were pointing a gun at him.

Quickly, Y/N ran out the room. She was desperate for air, solitude, to calm down. Luckily, since it was lunch, the students were all corralled away in the cafeteria. She ignored the edges of her vision becoming fuzzy, her chest constricting, and made a beeline for the roof. She tried to take a deep breath of fresh air, craving the feel of cool air entering her lungs- she slowly calmed down, her hands gripping her arms so tight that tiny crescent-shape marks appeared on her skin, red and angry. The feeling of pain helped ground her back to reality, let her focus on something other than the feeling of impending doom and not being able to get any air in her lungs.

"Hey." Y/N heard a gruff voice from behind. She practically rolled her eyes so hard they went into the back of her head. Trying to hide the shaking that was still mildly present, she turned to face him.

"Oh my fucking God! Do you ever give it a fucking rest?!" She shouted at him. He stood there, hands in pockets, wearing a neutral expression.

"... I didn't mean to... freak you out like that." She looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Really?"

"I was just making fun. Didn't think it would get to you that much." She stayed silent as he slowly approached.

"I mean, now I'm just very curious as to why that ticked you off. I wonder what's below the surface..." He looked her up and down. She stared at him plainly. Her heartbeat began to speed up.

"Plus, that whole display," He leaned in before smirking.

"Was kinda hot." Y/N's breath caught in her throat. She slowly exhaled through her nose, trying to keep her composure. His eyes flicked between the different parts of her body- trying to see if he had affected her.