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

I tapped my foot, waiting at the copier. The other teachers were quietly working away behind me, the clacks of keyboard keys filling the room. I pulled the copies out and the original, feeling the heat of the copier still evident on the pages.

Weaving through the hallways, I made my first stop. Class 1-C. After knocking, the door was opened for me by Thirteen.

"Hi guys." I addressed the general studies class. Shinso was among them, his head lifting up from the table upon hearing my voice.

"So, since all my Heroics students are doing work studies for the next two weeks starting Monday, I've got a lot of free time. What I'll be doing during this time, is running some self-defence and hand-to-hand combat workshops for all the non-heroics students during your free periods. Self-defence is for anyone that just wishes to learn to defend themselves without their quirk, and hand-to-hand combat is for anyone considering trying to transfer to heroics." The class seemed interested at this, quietly whispering to their friends.

"I'm going to leave two signup sheets on your noticeboard, and I'll collect them all on Saturday, so you've got 3 days to think about it, okay?" The class nodded.

"Great. Come find me in the staff lounge during lunch if you have any questions." I pinned up the signup sheets, giving a curt nod before leaving.

Brilliant, now just every single non-heroics class for every single year group to go!

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Three days had passed, and I'd collected all the signup sheets. I sank into the sofa cushions of the 1-A common room couch, reading through the sheets.

"Only you of all people would use their two weeks off to continue teaching." Aizawa sat down next to me, peering at the sheets. I jumped slightly. After realising I'd fallen in love with him, I wasn't sure how to act.

"Oh- uh, I'm pretty caught up on all my work, so I thought it would be a nice idea to help some other students!" I smiled, marking down in my planner what students I'd be seeing when. My chest started to flutter, realising our legs were pressed up against each other.

"...You seem different this week. Since Hawks was here." I looked at him, wondering what he meant.

"In a good way. You seem less spaced out. Weirdly enough, you actually look younger too. Like life is burdening you less." I had to give it to him, I felt more present. Not like a passenger watching my life go by, but someone in the driver's seat.

"Yeah. I guess I'm trying to stop dwelling on the past so much. Live in the moment." He smiled back at me, ruffling my short hair. I tried not to blush at this.

"Good. Nice to see your eyebags go away and the light come back to your eyes." He brought his attention back to the sheets I was holding.

"So, how many signed up for your workshops?" He asked, taking a sheet in his hands.

"About 5 from each class signed up for self-defence. But only one student in total signed up for hand-to-hand combat." I held up the only combat sheet with a single name on it- Shinso's. I suppose most kids were happy with the classes they chose, apart from Shinso.

"Huh. I'll join you for that one." I raised a brow. If I had to spend even more time around him, how was I supposed to keep my feelings under wraps?!

"That'll be good for him. I liked your idea of him being able to use your capture weapon." He started to get up off the sofa.

"I have the perfect thing for him." He walked off towards the lift, getting inside. After a short wait, he returned with a briefcase, used for support weapons Aizawa sat back down, clicking open the case.