[Aizawa Shouta x Reader]
One would think that having the word 'prison' on a resume would make the owner a wicked, dangerous character. However, that's definitely not the case with a doll-like, dramatic and very cheeky woman that goes by the name: (...
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With a monstrous sigh, a very overworked doll dropped in her desk and into the comfort of her folded arms.
"Maaaaan! Someone should get those vocals checked," came a comment regarding (Y/N)'s vocal abilities thus far, "you sure that's not your quirk? Cause we'd make a killer team~!" The voice, albeit calmer than usual, belonged to Yamada Hizashi since he too experienced a laborious week preparing the school's most prized event of the year: the Sports Festival.
"If that was, I'd look for a simpler profession," (Y/N) mumbled, too exhausted to meet the blond man swiveling in his chair beside her.
"Ooooo~ a siren?" Yamada suggested pointing a pen to the dead woman.
"A siren."
It's been a while since (Y/N) and Aizawa have finally been discharged from the hospital to resume their duties as instructors in the prestigious academy. Though Eraser appeared worse off than the doll with all of the bandages and casts, the woman still experienced some negative side effects such as pain striking her muscles when she's engaged into prolonged arduous activities.
The very activities a Sports Festival preparation required.
Instead of raising the white flag and distancing herself from the whole ordeal, (Y/N) chose to assist the staff as much as she can since she couldn't completely accept her physical liability.
The matter was never easy to register, to begin with.
(Y/N) was still relatively young with a long festive life before her and yet she could relate to a grandparent's issues; thus, tackling down life's challenges instead of minding her limits is her way of rebelling against her fate.
That is, ladies and gentlemen, the inspiring mindset of a strong, independent woman who had easily given in to the first temptation of a yawn.
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"Aww~ she must've been really tired if she's snoring this cutely," squealed Midnight as she continuously poked the unbothered snoozing doll.
"I don't know about you, Midnight, but I'm feeling right at home with this woman," Mic confessed with blushed cheeks, a finger under his eye to receive the first of his emotional tears and a hand clutching his heart.
"Huh?" Kayama ceased her teasing and looked up to meet her colleague's concentric eyes with a frown as if questioning his very existence, as she should.
"Had me missing my grandma when she slept so suddenly during our talk!" Yamada explained with a loud fit of cackles enjoying every bit of energy he had recovered.
"AWWW~! Our tiny granny!" Midnight gushed, dropping lower in her crouched position next to the tiny granny's desk.
The comedic duo were soon urged to stop by the concerned voice of the number one hero: "let her rest, would you? She's still not fully recovered from the USJ incident."
Midnight and Mic turned to meet the blond hero for a judgmental stare off then looked at each other as they bursted in unison, "our tiny, tired granny~!"
All Might facepalmed with a sigh at the perfect behaviour of children.
"Well someone's been taking notes from Aizawa," came a comment which drew Yagi's attention.
"Oh, Hound Dog... hey there," Yagi acknowledged Inui Ryo, the hunting dog hero and guidance counselor.
Soon enough the two engaged in their own conversation about the festival and left the room just as a new pair of heroes entered to witness the freak show.
"Mic, you're needed in the stadium," the unamused tone of a bandaged man broke into the party as he walked in, followed by the quiet footsteps of Ishiyama Ken, the cement hero.
"Suddenly, I'm invisible!" Yamada dramatically mimed his disappearance and was about to enact the perfect escape from any further responsibilities he had left, but was utterly unsuccessful when Cementoss stepped in to kidnap the protesting Pro Hero.
Aizawa didn't even bother to watch the show of a grown man throwing a tantrum and turned to the retreating figure of a whistling woman who thought her stealth can go unnoticed, "you too, Kayama."
Midnight huffed, turning to meet the mummy with a pout and a stomp, "oh, come on! I've done enough, haven't I?"
"Since you're hosting..." Eraser mumbled passing by her frustrated pose and instead of bothering to explain what the woman already knows, he sighed out all the tension in his body.
Kayama finally resigned and walked to the door, but not before delivering a teasing remark to her disabled friend along with a devilish laugh: "well, enjoy your lunch!"
The Pro Hero stared at the slammed door grimly from the comfort of his desk and noticed the startled awakening of the only other teacher in the room: (L/N) (Y/N). She looked back at the door with a frown, most definitely cursing the very disturbance to which Aizawa could whole-heartedly sympathise with.
There couldn't possibly be any peace in a life with Midnight and Present Mic.
