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"I know that you're unstable." The wind blew his luscious black locks back, revealing his black orbs that were locked to my lips. "But I just can't help myself..." He gently tilted my chin up and leaned in, sealing our lips together. "I love you [Y/N]." He whispered into my ear, "I love you so fucking much." ----- Unforgettable and Unstable. Would be words to describe the young women. But what many people didn't know was that [Y/N] was once an energetic girl. She always kept her head up high and she still does. But one accident left her unstable for the majority of her life. When [Y/N] finally returns back to Japan. She bumps into a very unlikeable male. She heard he didn't care about anyone other then the people he was close to. But why did he care so much about her? Truth to be told, Aizawa was just trying to save her from her misery. Her smile was everything and anything he longed for. To him, she was unforgettable... Not An Student x Aizawa Fanfic This story is a slow burn All My Hero Academia Characters don't belong to me. Warnings: Lemon/Smut scenes (ya'll thirsty) Cursing Mention of Suicidal Thoughts Fluff Homeless hobo Started: Monday, February 1st, 2021; 10:04 A.M Finished: Sunday, July 23rd, 2023; 2:40 P.M Rankings: #1 Mhaaizawa - 7/11/22 #2 Anxiety - 3/16/20 #4 Aizawashoutaxreader - 7/11/22 Updates every Monday And make sure to enjoy ❤️

~ "I saw you drop her off the other day. Knew you were her father. Shota, right?" "Mr. Aizawa. I'm a teacher here. And Eraser or Eraserhead outside of school." "Not Shota? I was sure that was your first name. Well, Mr. Aizawa, aren't you going to ask the name of the woman who's been taking responsibility of your daughter all day?" "Sure. Your name?" ~ ~ "You told me yesterday that you weren't going to fall in love with me, and yet you call me by my first name. Why is that?" "That's really hypocritical of you, Mr. Aizawa." "How so?" "Because you called me by mine in front of both of our classes only five minutes ago." ~ ~ "Come on, Eraser. Let's get you home." "But..." "But what? You need to get out of here." "Y/n was supposed to come home with me." ~ ~ "What was that all about?" "Something in the past. It's been over since I met you. "I trust you." ~ ~ "No matter what happens, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to stay that way." "I'll find a way, I promise. Please, hang in there, alright?" ~ ** This story contains death, violence, sexual acts, pregnancy, loss, and grief. ** Disclaimer: I do not own any of My Hero Academia, its characters, or any of the art !! Thank you !!

Scribe has spent her entire life in shame after a single incident during her exchange year at UA resulted in her expulsion from the school. She's dreamed of schoolmate Shota Aizawa ever since, hoping he will forgive her and come for her. Then the USJ incident unexpectedly drags her back into the midst of Japanese hero work from her American bookstore. Except Aizawa isn't the man who comes for her afterward. EXCERPT: "Can I help you?" His face was hidden by the hoodie, but she had an odd feeling he wasn't as old as she'd thought. She could see his mouth. It was wide and generous, but the lips were oddly scarred and chapped looking. "You're the one they call Scribe, aren't you?" He grinned lazily. "I've heard of you." "Really?" She sat up straighter. Her work with heroes was not well known, even though All Might had paid her a visit or two here at the bookstore. For the most part, she was just hero support, and only on very rare occasions. She peered at the hooded figure curiously. "From who?" "We have mutual friends. In Japan." He cocked his head thoughtfully. "I could swear I've met you before. You're very familiar." She had an odd feeling he was right. Though she couldn't quite place him...maybe if he took off his hoodie, though... "You weren't by chance in Japan recently, were you?" He reached across the desk, taking her hand in his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I'm letting him. Scribe felt a strange tingle where he touched her skin. It was not an unpleasant sensation. "I... No. I wasn't in Japan." "Really?" He tilted his head to one side and with his free hand, he pushed back the hoodie, revealing a blue-white shock of hair and red eyes. "I could swear I saw you...but maybe sensed is a more appropriate word. Yes, I could swear I sensed you at the USJ when I was taking care of business with All Might and Eraserhead." She gasped, trying to stand, but he laughed. "Don't move too much, pretty. I don't want to hurt you."

Y/n finished her years at U.A and is finally ready to start a new chapter in her life to become a hero. With a little bit of help, you found a job as a sidekick for one of the pro hero's in Tokyo. Little did you know you'd be a sidekick for the No.3 hero who just so happens to catch your eye ;) *Warning* -Strong Language ( ͡≖ ₃ ͡≖) -Violence (ง'̀-'́)ง -Trauma and sadness (╥︣﹏᷅╥᷅) -Sexy stuff ( ͡' ͜ʖ ͡') *Special Guests* -Hawks (obvi) -Dabi(toxic) -Mr. Aizawa(protective) Hey guys Isssa miii :D, back at it again with another one. Again I'm new to this so don't be too hard. Luv you all and hope you enjoy my story. P.s If you haven't read my Baku fic, don't be shy ✨read it✨ #1 mhafanfic

"Shota, I-I like the teasing but you're drunk and I don't want you to do something you might regret." "I won't regret anything with you, Kitten." (Y/n) Togata, a now third year, has figured out that her teasing and joking have been confused for flirting with her teacher, Shota Aizawa. She decides to no longer tease him and focus on her current relationship. But little did she know that her teacher would miss her teasing and want it back. Shota Aizawa has a problem, the most infuriating student in his class proclaims she is no longer going to annoy him so that people no longer things she's flirting with him. Good...Great...Makes it easier to teach. So why does he miss that she does reply to what he says with little quips and jokes? Why does he feel annoyed for her that her partner isn't giving her the attention she wants? And why the hell does his heart seem to beat faster each time they get to know each other better? He's never felt this way so why won't it go away? It couldn't be something more...could it? How does he truly feel about her? Would she even consider going out with him when she promised to never fall for a teacher? Even after so many years of sacrificing things for each other.....without thinking it's meant by love, can (Y/n) and Aizawa let love bloom? -‐NOTES‐‐ 🖤coverart copyrighted to @rishnea_art on Instagram🖤 ⚠️THIS IS A STORY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES! 18+ ⚠️ Started: 8/25/2020 Finished: 3/11/2022 {special chapters-7, story chapters-60} {I DO NOT OWN MHA/BNHA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS BESIDES FOR A FEW OCs AND (Y/N) AND I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE ART!}

Scribe is injured in a mission and Aizawa must form an unusual alliance to save her. Excerpt: The slight figure by her bed at first reminded him of the boys standing by his desk. He frowned. None of them could be here. So who...? Even as he wondered it, the figure turned. Aizawa's eyes blazed and he launched himself forward, the capture scarf looping around the dark figure at the same moment. His momentum carried him forward and they both crashed into the wall, Aizawa recovering first, his forearm at the throat of the man with the red eyes and shaggy gray hair. "What are you doing here, Shigaraki?" Shigaraki glowered at him, but he didn't resist the bonds of the capture scarf or the elbow at his throat. "What do you think I'm doing here?" He growled. "I came to see her." He jerked his head at the bed. He returned his attention to Aizawa. "And to figure out how the hell you let this happen to her?"

(This story takes place at the end of My Hero Academia but before the Epilogue Arc/ time skip.) Shota Aizawa (aka Eraser Head) was already struggling to come to terms with the decline of his quirk, Erasure, but his student Aoyama's decision to leave UA and his foster child Eri's return to her grandfather have thrust him into severe depression. The fact it was the anniversary of a certain tragedy was the icing on the cake. At his best friend Hizashi Yamada (aka Present Mic)'s insistence, Aizawa and Yamada slowly recount and remember the fateful events leading up to their heart-wrenching loss in Aizawa's college days at Watashi No Hiro Daigaku. Warning: Major spoilers for My Hero Academia and probably Vigilantes. Possible spoilers for Team Up Missions and School Briefs (still writing so idk). Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or any other MHA related series. Hyde and Falin are OG characters. Story may contain influences from various fanfics. I'll write a note at the start of the chapter to let you know any specifics. None of the artwork in this work is original (or if it is, it is AI generated by Craiyon). All credit to the talented artists!

"In the world eighty percent of the population has access to some form of supernatural ability, known as a Quirk. Having a powerful Quirk is a fast route to social power and fame. Some individuals, however, are born without a Quirk. They are called Quirkless" Your a the number 1 Stealth Hero in America you hero name is Camo as you have the ability to change your body to blend into your surrounding as well as your skin taking on it's properties. For example if your on the side of a mountain your outer body turns to rock. The downside is you have to concentrate not to turn your organs to the same, as this could stop them from working. Your lifestyle if great as your a party girl and known for taking men back all the time for fun, however you do this after the one person you truly loved broken your heart in school Shota Aizawa! Your school was the number one UA highschool in Japn. After your heart was crushed you dated Enji Todoroki also known as the number 2 hero Endeavor for a year of school before moving to America to make a name for yourself. Your party girl side is a cover for how broken underneath you feel. You have your own agency helping to rescue people and gather Intel on possible threats. One of these threats is what brings you back to Japan reuniting you with old friends but also with the pain that you tried to ignore for all the years ****There will be mature language and scenes in this story**** ****I also don't own the pictures or the BNHA Characters

Aizawa Shota encounters an old enemy, the one girl who got the better of him back in high school. A simple little girl with a strange quirk that seemed weak, she nonetheless was the only one who ever humiliated him during school. What will he do now that the only woman who ever made him do something he didn't want to do is back at UA? Excerpt: "The way her quirk works is that whatever she writes comes true." All Might was explaining to the class. "That's not exactly right." Aizawa kept his eyes closed. "No?" All Might sounded surprised. "Not exactly." Scribe spoke up, and he noted that her voice was stronger than he'd anticipated. For some reason that did please him. Maybe he really didn't want her to be scared of him. "I have to believe in what I write. I have to will it to come true after I write it." "And you willed Mr. Aizawa to come make you tea?" Bakugo sounded amused. "What did you do the first time?" Silence fell in the room. Aizawa broke it. "She made me kiss her."

(Mezo Shoji x reader.) • "Just.. Hold still, I'm here to help." His voice meets my ears in a calming manner and my side presses up against the cold bars, curling away from the threat. Short and ragged breaths make their way into my strained lungs. "Hurts.." I huff, only to jolt as his fingers brush against me-he's reaching over to undo the straps along my head while his free hand idly ran a comforting thumb over the side of my face. "I know, just hold still." • • They say: pride always comes before the fall. (Y/n) had grown used to the cycle of running and fleeing with movements as graceful as a fox. From the very moment she entered this world, her life had been marked by a cruel bounty etched into her very skin-a quirk like hers, while unique and beautiful, offered no guarantees of safety. It was a reality she had come to accept. And that's what led her to a cage, eyes trained on the world outside as it slipped off into the darkness. Every product is sectioned into its own category. A color that marked either their value.. Or caution. He was an odd sight, large and terrifying to the eye-his imposing stature created dread that stretched far along his surroundings. Yet, it was his touch that proved to be the gentlest (Y/n) had ever felt. • • • Warning: Violence, human trafficking, starvation and rude language Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.