Fuck. I overslept.
I drag myself out of bed, the remnants of sleep still gripping my head. I feel heavy. I quickly run a brush through my hair, and push it out of my face.
It's been 3 days since I stayed over at hers. She's constantly smiling at her phone, which is always incessantly dinging with texts from 'he-who-shall-not-be-named'. Surely, I should be happy she's made a friend. I should be happy that she's happy. But why does it have to be him? Why does it piss me off so much?
Either way, I need to get to school. I light a cigarette on my walk over.
Myself and Y/N have first period together. We've agreed that we should both help with teaching 1-A, and so I have been attending every lesson.
The students are sparring off in partners. Y/n is leaning against the gym wall, spinning her phone around in her hand- until it dings, of course. Her face lights up, and somewhat irks me. I notice her nervously chew her cheek. She's contemplating her reply. What could he have said that requires this much thought? What about him-
"Mr Aizawa?" I jolt slightly. Iida's standing waving a hand in front of my face.
"Uh- Kaminari's done it again." I catch Kaminari on the floor, dumb as can be. Overused his quirk again. Great. I'll go deal with that whilst she's glued to her phone like a smitten teenager.
"Iida, help me grab his other arm." We begin to drag the boy out of the room, when I spot Y/N's hand wander to her thigh and start itching slightly.
Her leg can just be itchy. It doesn't need to mean anything. Either way, she's been acting weird all day.
I take Kaminari to Recovery Girl's office.
The yellow-haired boy wears a grumpy expression, still smelling of electricity. Whilst he gets checked out, I wonder- Why am I so pissed off? I told Hizashi that I don't think it's the best timing for us. But she seems fine to run off to her so-called childhood hero. Ah. That's why.
I leave Kaminari in the capable hands of Recovery Girl, and head back to class. Y/N looks up at me from her phone.
"I'm gonna go bathroom quick." She leaves her phone on the table next to us. I have a very risky idea, an idea to satisfy my curiosity.
I check to see if any students are watching, and unlock her phone. I scroll through the contact list. If Endeavour is saved with some silly emoji, what am I saved as? Do I get emojis? Am I ranked lower if I have none? Does the amount of emojis correspond with how important the person is to her? There's nothing in the 'A' section, apart from what I think is a pizza delivery service. I scroll down to 'S'.
'🖤 Sho-chan🖤🐈⬛🩶🥽'
I try to hide my smirk from the students as I put her phone back subtly. Maybe I am just as important?
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Todoroki, Uraraka, and Midoriya are sat in Uraraka's room discussing an uncomfortable topic.
"My brother called me and basically said that my dad and Miss L/N were sat together in the dark drunk on wine and laughing together. The image that's given me is horrifying." Uraraka shivers in response, and Midoriya wears an awkward grin.
"I can't believe our efforts didn't work! We'll have to try harder..."
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After a mostly quiet journey, myself and Y/N arrive at UA Heights after a tiring day of being teachers. We're greeted by the kids jumping up from behind counters, sofas, and popping streamers everywhere, causing a mess.

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Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. (OC/Reader x Aizawa)
FanfictionY/N L/N is a 23 year old semi-retired pro-hero, after waking up after a fight and having her quirk mysteriously disappear. She finds a job listing for a teacher at U.A., and decides to apply, not predicting the level of assholery one of her co-worke...