The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 7.

Homeroom was boring as hell. The only thing I spent my time doing during that class was playing on my phone until Hobo teacher took it away, or throwing things at him when he wasn't looking. For a 19-year-old, I was pretty childish.

"Ughhhhh..." I groaned, seeing the clock telling me there were still 5 minutes left.

"Katsukiiiii?" I pouted looking over to him.

"WHAT IS IT, HAG?!" He growled at me.

"Who've we got next?" I questioned, twirling a pen in my fingers. He sighed.

"All Might." He responded bluntly.

"Hm. That'll be interesting." The bell rang, signalling us that the next class was starting in another 5 minutes. Students began to get up and chat amongst themselves, some having a quick break.

"L/N." An extra tired voice from the front grumbled.

I wandered over to Aizawa's desk, hoping that he wasn't about to slap me with detention for throwing a wad of paper at him.

He held up a finger as if to say wait. I abided. His head ducked under his desk, going to grab something presumably. I waited not-so-patiently, tapping my foot.

A mop of black hair reappeared from under the desk. In one swift motion, the same wad of paper I threw at him was tossed back at me.

"Hey!" I exclaimed.

"You seem to have missed the trash can earlier. Go throw this away." He demanded. I rolled my eyes and dropped it into the bin. I went to leave, but something was telling me he had more to say. For such a tired man who seemed to just want to sleep, he was sure chatty sometimes.

"Now. Did your parents tell you off too badly for coming home at such ridiculous hours?" He asked. A Capri-Sun pouch managed to find its way into his hands soon after he stopped talking.

"Pfft. Of course not, I climbed through my bedroom window Aizawa." He took another slurp.

"Oh. I assumed you had woken up from the noise you made doing that."

"Nah, they're heavy sleepers. I'm a master of sneaking out, Aizawa! Don't underestimate me so easily." I smiled. He chuckled lightly in return.

"Alright. Just be careful, kid. I don't want to see my student hanging around that area again."

"But what if I want to come visit you on patrol, Erasey?" I teased. He almost spat out his drink. To his luck, he was saved by the bell.

"Sit down. Your next teacher will be here soon." He promptly got up and left without another word. Clearly, I had struck a chord.

I was fully aware I came off strangely. Scary, or shy when I met someone. But for some reason, as soon as I met Aizawa, I felt confident. I was still unsure if I could trust him, but I felt confident for the first time in a long time. So, I called him dumb names. I teased him. I felt like... myself. Almost immediately after meeting him. I felt safe. I didn't feel the need to threaten him, or assert that I'm not be messed with. I was just me for once.

'Something about him...'

'I have a strange feeling this guy's gonna be important in my shitty life story.

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"Please find your hero costumes in the briefcases over here!" All Might gestured to a row of suitcases behind him. The class gasped in excitement- me, not so much. I had designed this costume months and months ago, as soon as I had decided to go to U.A. However, after meeting Aizawa, I realised my costume was way too damn similar. A few last-minute changes and a stupid amount of begging Power-loader later, I was left with this.