[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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A series of unfortunate events took place in the past century:
The villain attack in the training camp, Bakugou Katsuki's kidnapping, the media's involvement, Aizawa looking divine in a suit— which was only unfortunate for (Y/N)'s heart— and the retirement of the Symbol of Peace.
During the mayhem, there was little the doll could do within legal boundaries. Even if she neglected the law and ran in to help, the school's name would only receive another blow along with the media's constant criticism.
Instead, (Y/N) picked up the debris of the aftermath by assisting the homeroom teachers with enacting the decision of student dormitories.
A mighty headache it was from typing out terms to the smooth transition of students into dorms.
The doll also kept a close eye on the involved teens, making sure they were emotionally stable and unaffected. She even gifted the crestfallen, number one hero a book, titled: Even Dummies Can Be Teachers! Easy Education Theory.
As a joke.
To lift All Might's spirits.
The book was given to her as a joke at the start of her teaching career, after all.
And as a joke, all she wanted was a guide to not be motion sick, at this very moment.
Some time has passed since the start of the new semester and U.A.'s crazy standards demanded so much from first years.
Yes, the situation may be different with the loss of Yagi's reassuring presence, but what the doll was trying to say is why must she ride the bus for the Provisional Hero License Examination?
Nezu.
Satan's spawn smelled a wiff of Haru's elongated stay in Tokyo with his Tsubaki. Thus, the principle decided to spend his precious time writing a long to-do list "made with love" for the doll.
With love.
(Y/N) released a trembling breath on her seat as the vehicle slowly moved out of the parking lot.
"Motion sickness?" an unenthused voice sounded to her right.
While Nezu did, privately, give the suffering doll a decision between Class 1-A or 1-B, she still chose 1-A.
And yes, it might've been for the hot homeroom teacher, but the decision was made for the sake of keeping an eye on every student involved in those traumatic experiences during summer.
"Yes, motion sickness," (Y/N) replied, folding her arms and legs, chin tipped to the roof of the bus. A tiny trick she learned to keep the nausea away. "How long till we get there?"
"Long," Aizawa muttered sinking his chin into his scarf, ready for a nap.
"Wow, thanks. Now I'm nauseated just knowing this ride will be a long ride and the nausea will only get worse with long rides," the doll ranted.
Eraser scowled as the students' chatter started increasing in volume and with (Y/N) in a sorry state right next to him, he figured sleep is a distant dream.
Aizawa sat up straighter and threw out an order: "keep talking."
(Y/N) tilted her head to the hero's profile. His eyes rested, his face serene and ears were open for whatever nonsense she had to say as a distraction from the vehicle's motion.
"How are you?" the doll softly asked a question she's been dying to say since the training camp incident.
"... surviving," an answer was finally delivered.
"Best news I've heard lately," (Y/N) simpered, "I mean, don't get me wrong. You surviving all this is admirable, really. I bet the worst part was sitting still for press."
"Hellish."
"Tell me about it. You looked ready to turn saints into sinners."
Aizawa pressed his lips together to prevent a stubborn smirk from showing.
On the other hand, (Y/N) bit down on her lip and turned her head to the other side.
The previous line slipped naturally out of her and the only thing she regretted was the insult to her secret pact of friendship.
"I wish the bus would stop right now," groaned the doll lowly.
"Famous last words," Aizawa replied, the smirk winning him over. He glanced over to the sinking bundle of pain as they sped off on a highway.
