Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. (OC/Reader x Aizawa)

Quirkless Knife Fights

Y/N L/N was bitter. Bitter and angry. Bitter at the world for stealing her career, and in turn her life. She was used to being, in every sense of the word, bitter. However, she couldn't let that show in front of her students. From now on, she had to show a new persona; one that was confident, not insecure; strong, not weak and quirkless.

Satisfied,

Not bitter.

Y/N L/N took a seat on the floor of Gym Gamma, cross-legged, fiddling with her extendable rod, which had been condensed down to be pocket sized- partially out of boredom, partially out of a deep-rooted anxiety she simply refused to allow to rear its ugly head. The free hand held the class list for the year, as she read through and tried to remember names. A few thoughts managed to escape through her head, as she felt the cold metal against her fingertips peeking out of fingerless gloves;

'Are they going to hate my subject?'

'What if I'm rusty, and totally embarrass myself?'

'What if-'               

"Uh, Miss?" A boy with blue hair and glasses spoke up.

Her head shot up; mouth slightly opened. A small group of children donning PE kits, presumably her first years, looked on at her. The rest of them were outside, waiting with anticipation.

"You're Miss L/N, right?" He says with a slight hesitation in his voice. Another student peaks at the placard on the outside the gym to make sure it was the right room.

"Oh yeah. Come in." She got to her feet, dusting herself off. She folded the class list and tucks it into her pocket. The students slowly piled in, one after the other. Aizawa followed on, looking bored. He took up a spot at the back of the room and leant against the wall. Seems as though he was serious about wanting to watch. L/N internally rolls her eyes.

"My name is Miss L/N. I am one of your Heroics teachers, at least for this year." A slow, almost feral grin spreads across her face. The students quietly buzz with excitement at the prospect of finally being able to use their quirks to become the heroes they oh-so desired to be with every ounce of their being.

"Welcome to Quirkless Combat." From the back of the room, Aizawa raised a brow, seemingly intrigued and no longer bored. The faces around the room slowly contorted to ones of horror, disappointment, confusion, and- anger?

"Huh? We all came here to use our quirks. This is fucking stupid." A blonde exclaims behind rage-filled eyes. She mentally goes back to the class list- Bakugo.

"Well, you're 'fucking stupid' if you think in every single situation you come across as a hero, you're going to be able to use your quirk. For example!" The class gawked at her, taken aback at the use of language.

"A stealth mission- from what I've read in my class roster, 'Explosion' doesn't exactly sound like a quiet quirk. Does it, Bakugo?" She adds the last part sarcastically. He rolls his eyes.

"A residential building, or a hospital. You don't want to cause destruction, do you?" The students look ashamedly away, possibly regretting the dirty looks from earlier.

"A quirk that is not fighting-related, or long-ranged. Hagakure, you're invisible. You still need to know how to fight someone. Or Aoyama, you can shoot someone with 'Navel Laser', but what are you going to do if they get too close?" Murmurs of agreement quietly resound through the room.

"Or finally, what if someone has a quirk that cancels out yours? Or makes you unable to use your quirk, simply nullifying it?" The students seem to finally get it with this one.

Aizawa stifles a laugh from the back of the room. L/N stops what she is doing and stares daggers at him.

"Is 'erase' the word you're looking for?" He says with both brows raised. She lets out an exaggerated sigh.