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

blackberry scars.

PSA: In this book, a LOT of the characters (e.g. Aizawa, Hawks, All Might) are very OOC (out of character). I wanted to try writing them in my own interpretation, and that's what I've been doing from the start. I get that "All Might wouldn't do this!" etc, but this is a fanfic lmao. Barely anything in this book is accurate to canon anyways. Either way, I hope you enjoy. Just wanted to throw this out there for anyone still wondering why I've written some of the characters like this.

Thanks,

Wyatt.

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT – Warning will be given at scene.

Aizawa was covering Heroics in my absence, along with Hizashi. The two struggled to juggle my classes along with their own. Right now, 1-A were working on Ultimate Moves- as described in my lesson plans.

"Mr. Aizawa! Where's Miss L/N?" Hatsume Mei burst onto the scene, throwing the doors open. She had a metal briefcase in hand. The class turned to her, wincing at her words.

"Didn't you hear? She ran away to become a villain." Bakugo scoffed from the sidelines.

"Oh... I've been holed up in the studio so I wouldn't know!" She rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "Anyways! Miss L/N had this made for Shinso." She handed Aizawa the briefcase- Hitoshi turned to look at her, walking over.

"The instructions are inside. Have fun!" And at the speed of light, she zoomed away. Presumably to work on her next project.

"Oh yeah, she mentioned a support item." Hitoshi took the briefcase, apprehensively flicking up the locks. Aizawa watched in anticipation. Inside was a black face-masked shaped thing. Hitoshi turned it over in his hands, finding a strap to put it on with. Aizawa had already taken out the instruction booklet and was thumbing through it.

"Uh, it says to turn the left knob until it clicks once to record someone's voice when they're speaking. Oh, and that this has no electronic components inside it." Hitoshi turned the knob as he spoke.

"And turn the right knob until it clicks once. Seems as though it can store up to 12 people's voices. You can use your stored voices with the right knob." The teen obliged, turning the other dial.

"Like this?" Hitoshi sounded exactly like Aizawa.

"That's... Unsettling." He responded. The other students had gathered around at this point, and were watching with awe.

"Woah! You sound just like Mr Aizawa!" Kaminari exclaimed.

"What do you mean? Get back to work. This is illogical. I'm tired." Hitoshi replied mockingly. The class was having fits of laughter at his impression, as their teacher rolled his eyes.

"Very funny. The rest of you, get back to work." Hitoshi was smiling under his mask- of course, no one else could see. They thought he was still in a period of anger, or mourning, at my choices.

And he decided to keep letting them think that.

——

Dabi sat across from me on the tattered sofa, fraying at its edges. He was swirling a glass of whiskey, the golden liquid tumbling against the glass. Dabi was adorned with blackberry-purple, leathery scars, lit up gently by the warm lamp. He wore them like a mask, both literally and figuratively. They covered the lower half of his face, and expanded through his body.

The scars protected him from the world. Protected him from letting someone get too close, protected him from a broken heart.

After all, how could anyone love someone who looks like that?

The scars kept everyone at arm's length Yet, unbeknownst to myself, the scars on Dabi's heart began to fade with every conversation with me. He'd found a friend. And there was something about a sincere, honest-to-God friend that did something to him.