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

Epilogue: The End.

The sun is shining brightly, the birds are tweeting, and U.A. looks the same as it always does. Another school year has come around already, and students gather around the gates.

"Good morning, Aizawa Sensei! Here's to another great school year!" One of my previous students calls across from me. I smile and nod, tucking a bit of hair behind my ear.

I make my way in, trying to wade through the sea of people into the staff room.

"Yamada, what the fuck is this?" I ask the parakeet-haired man in his own cubicle. He laughs.

"You still hadn't gotten your name card changed so I made one for you!" A piece of cardboard glued to the outside of my cubicle has "Aizawa Y/N" scrawled in Sharpie and has been seemingly drowned in glitter. I sigh and push up my glasses.

"Thanks for the effort."

My cubicle has been fairly personalised- various newspaper clippings adorning the wall held up by push pins.

'First quirkless student earns 2nd place in U.A. Sports Festival!' A picture of a younger me from 6 years ago looks quite ill after the fight I had.

'Quirkless student takes 1st place in U.A. Sports Festival!' A picture from my third year- I look pretty damn pleased with myself.

'Asia's first quirkless hero!' And there I am, 3 years ago, in a class picture with all of my classmates who'd earned their licenses that day. The best day of my life.

I notice the glint of the ring on my ring finger.

Okay, second best day of my life.

"Morning." Aizawa calls from the door. We briefly meet eyes as he melts into a small smile. I do the same.

"Morning." I reply.

He sits at his desk, putting his bag down as he does.

"Checked out your class list yet?" He asks.

"Yeah. Another quirkless student for me this year." I try to hide my smirk.

"Me too!" Present Mic pops his head over the divider.

"Me three." Aizawa joins in.

"Not bad, huh?" I continue.

"Yeah, all thanks to you." I smile and hum in response.

"Going on patrol later?" I ask.

"Yes, care to join me?"

"As long as my class doesn't tire me out as much as last years did." I shudder.

The bell for class goes. We quickly grab our textbooks and folders and make our way.

"This is my stop." I tell him, standing outside Class 1-B.

"Then I'll see you later." He gives me a smile.

"Yeah. See ya, Sho." He looks back at me one last time, still with that warm smile. I open the door to my classroom. Kids of varying quirks were buzzing with excitement, only falling silent when they meet my eyes.

"Good morning. I'm Aizawa Y/N and I'm going to be your homeroom teacher this year." I set my books down at the desk and sit down.

"Are you the 1-A homeroom teacher's sister?" One of them inevitably asks. I cringe internally.

"Do we look related?"

"Wife?" I nod.

"Anyways, we won't be in here long as we're going to the opening ceremony. Just make sure when you see 1-A having to do grueling exercise whilst we get to go to the ceremony, be thankful you got me." A resounding 'Yes, Sensei!' rings throughout the classroom as the students begin to file out. I peek out the window- as predicted, the new students of 1-A are being put through a series of physical tests. Aizawa looks up at me. I raise a brow and sigh. He flashes me a thumbs-up.

This was the exact moment every year that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. The warm, glowing sun on my face reminded me, my husband reminded me, the students reminded me, every year without fail, that I had gotten what I'd wanted. The man of my dreams, the most rewarding job in the world, and I got to go fight bad guys every night. It reminded me that everything I went through wasn't for nothing. It shaped me into the person I am now. I have everything thanks to those experiences. It wasn't a life of fame or extravagance; sure, I'd been asked for interviews, sponsorships etc, but I didn't need any of that. It was a simple, but rewarding life.

And that's all I ever wanted.

It's all I needed.

And It's all I'll ever need.

The end.

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A/N

And here we are. Roughly 169,000 words, and over two years later.

What you have just read is me. It's me, pouring my life and experiences onto paper. Or, well, Wattpad. This book was my way of dealing with life, through anime. Like most of you, I read and watched anime to escape real life. It did its job for me, and I sincerely hope it has done its job for you.

PS. If you're itching for more, as of 1/7/24 I've started a new story on my Wattpad ;)

I was 19 when I started writing this, and I'm 22 in a month and a half. I've been through so much, and I'm guessing most of you did too.

I am genuinely so thankful for everyone who has read, commented and voted. You're all beautiful and amazing.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for allowing me to share this with you.

And as the curtain closes,

Goodbye.

-Wyatt Watts.