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

Five Questions.

"Nezu wants you to start being a teacher for homeroom." She gawked at him in disbelief.

"Huh? But I've already got heroics to teach for all the year groups?"

"Yes. That's why you'd be sharing the responsibility. With me." Her jaw dropped.

"Are you fucking serious? Why?" She gritted her teeth, awaiting the explanation.

"Nezu wants us to 'get along', so he thought having you ruin my students would be a good solution." She raised a brow, signalling she wasn't finding this amusing.

"He says he wants you to learn from me, as well as having us both use our 'combined skills' to help the students." He adds air quotes.

"After all, you've never taught before, despite being the heroics teacher for the top hero school," He adds the last part under his breath, much to Y/N's disdain.

"And you're only 23... Even though you look about 30. What on earth did life do to you, L/N?" She shoots him the signature glare. Y/N wondered to herself what fucking business he had checking up on her, finding out her age and who knows what else?

"What does me being 23 have to do with it?" She ignored the comment about her appearance. She knew full well life had stressed her out enough to make her look older than she was.

"I can't imagine a little girl like you has enough life experience to be a teacher." And that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Jesus Christ Aizawa, sorry I'm not an old man like you. I have plenty of fucking life experience. You don't know me, or what I've been through." He smirks, knowing he'd pushed the right buttons.

"I don't know you or what you've been through because you won't tell me, L/N." Her expression falters. He had a point there. She has an idea- a potentially risky idea.

"Fine. You get 5 questions. Enough to get you off my back." His mouth falls slightly agape, surprised she'd offered such a thing. He relaxes a little more into the sofa. He removes his scarf, setting it down on the floor. She was curious about this newfound vulnerability. But surely, he was just getting himself comfortable.

"But you can't ask my hero name or ask me what my quirk is. Anything else goes." She turns to him, sitting cross-legged, getting comfortable for the questioning she's about to receive.

"Why did you get into teaching?" He asked, wasting no time.

"In all honesty, I needed a job. But I wanted to continue hero work, even though I can't at the moment. So, teaching means I get to keep the lights on and continue to be a hero. As well as passing on what I have learned to the next generation. 4 questions."

"How did you keep the lights on before that?"

"Stopping any crime I just so happened to come across. 3."

"Why are you being so secretive? It makes everyone think you have something bad to hide." She lets out a breath through her nose.

"I don't want to be judged as weak, because I'm damn well not. Or have people treat me like glass. Walking on eggshells around me, like I'm fragile." He ponders her answer, blinking slowly in thought. His expression told her he was truly considering what she was saying.

"...2."

"I'll admit, I saw your old school record. What happened to you? Mic said you were very outgoing 5 years ago." A hint of concern laced his voice. Her memory turns to a younger version of herself- full of life, determination and passion. A version who had many friends, and was admired by her peers. A version who managed to very skilfully hide what was going on in her personal life, behind the scenes.

"He finally figured it out?" She laughs quietly.

"Not quite." He waits for her to answer the question.

"There was a villain attack a year ago. It meant I can't do hero work anymore, and my agency dropped me. I didn't talk to anyone I used to, so I spent a year up till I got the job at UA, holed up in this apartment, not talking to anyone, having nightmares about what happened. Does that answer your question?" There was no point in lying now. She had given him these questions for a reason. He tilted his head ever-so-slightly, his black hair shifting as he moved. The sun had begun to set, an orange glow filled the room, creating highlights in his hair.

"...Yeah." He says quietly.

"One more question, Aizawa." She matched his volume.

He thought for a minute, trying to put together everything she had told him. As he thought, he mentally compared the image of a young Y/N to the image in front him now. Cold eyes, with bags underneath. Her hair and skin duller than in her school picture.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, never taking his eyes off her.

"...No." She whispered back. Her heart rate began to increase. She thought about how he really had no right asking that question, yet the answer seemed to pour out of her before she could stop herself.

"Those scars on your legs, I saw those before you changed. Was that from the attack?" He continues to whisper. The whirring from the washing machine had ceased, leaving only the sounds of their quiet breaths. There was only darkness now, moonlight illuminating the pairs' faces. Y/N made no move to turn on the light.

"That's too many questions."

"Was it?"

"No."

"Then what happened?" She said she didn't want to be treated like glass, but Aizawa could practically see the moon gently pierce the cracks in her soul. His voice was soft, like he were afraid she would fall to pieces if he spoke too loudly.

"That's too many questions, Aizawa."

He ends his questioning, keeping silent eye contact with her.

"But I'll tell you this; my life was nowhere near perfect long before the attack. Things happened way before then." Y/N felt a sense of vulnerability around him in that moment she hadn't felt around anyone else in a long time. Perhaps it was the moonlight softening his features, almost making her forget who she was talking to, or perhaps it was the way his silky-sweet voice filled the room, unlike his usual brash tone- it was almost as if this voice was reserved specifically for her, in this moment. Or it could have been the way his scarf was sitting on the floor abandoned, his main line of defence out of arms reach, revealing his neck and all its divots and small battle scars. She was vulnerable right now, and so was he.

"Okay." He finished pondering her answer, unaware of what was going through her head. He stood up, putting his scarf back on. She flinched slightly at the sudden movement, after they had spent so long, so still, so calm.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fair. After all, you answered more than 5 questions." He walked over to the entrance, slipping on his shoes. She watched, entranced for some unknown reason.

"But you're mistaken if you think I'm going to stop trying to find out more about you." Her expression remained stoic. He puts a hand on the doorknob, but makes no motion to turn it. Aizawa looks down, thinking of what to say.

"And just so you know," The doorknob turns with a click.

"I wouldn't have ever treated you like 'glass'." He steps out of the room, and goes to shut it behind him before adding,

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow. Y/N." She blushed at the use of her first name. The door shuts, leaving the room dark and lonely.

A/N

A tender moment to heal your heart :)

Have a good week,

Wyatt.