[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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"Are you okay, Deku?" the concern in Uraraka's voice was directed to her green-haired classmate in the dark monitor room.
On this fine day, the practical exams were being held and (Y/N) decided to take a break from grading to watch this supreme form of entertainment.
Eraser Head's fine show had ended minutes ago.
The very show (Y/N) went from tripping to back-flipping down a slanted terrain in love with this man all over again.
What can she say?
Aizawa Shouta was simply too precious a human being and if she was locked up with him in her love-driven state, she might as well assault him.
Perhaps the only thing holding her back was the legal charges an assaulted, blushing Aizawa would most definitely file.
(Y/N) almost squealed out loud from just imagining an assaulted, blushing Aizawa.
Yes, this woman needs help.
"Y-yeah, I have to be okay," Midoriya's hushed reply sounded after some time to the lovestruck, science teacher and Recovery Girl.
(Y/N) sighed to the woman beside her, "teen romance."
"Oh, let them be," the old woman croaked out, her eyes glued to the screens.
The doll nodded obediently with a flair of grace, "I'll watch the rest in the lounge."
"Take care, Dear."
(Y/N)'s aura burst into hearts and flowers at receiving the old woman's gentle words; but when she turned to the two students, rosery vanished almost instantly.
"Uraraka," the teacher called, closing in on the dazed girl, "good luck."
"Th-thank you!" the girl stood erect, saluting.
"Do your best!" Midoriya obliviously encouraged his number one fangirl.
Uraraka nodded cutely with a faint blush and fists clinched to her chest, then turned to her teacher with a respectful bow before she left.
"Midoriya," (Y/N) started, making the boy flinch back to her presence, "do what you do best. Strategy."
"But... I need Kacchan's cooperation," the broccoli voiced his problem.
Caving into the thought, (Y/N) dipped her hand into the broccoli head, "when faced with a common enemy, rivals unite."
¯\_(ツ)_/¯Commercial break brought to you by: the best teacher ever, Aizawa Shouta¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"They got us," the voice of a woman resonated in the teacher's lounge, "they got us good."
"I didn't expect Mineta to pull through like that," Cementoss commented as Midnight, Power Loader and Eraser walked in.
