Scars (Aizawa x Reader)

First day in U.A. - flashback

You were looking at a huge building in front of you, feeling your heart beating dangerously fast. You still couldn’t believe that, you, somehow, managed to get into U.A. The best school for aspiring heroes in Japan.

All those voices from your old classmates, and your father, telling you, how you will never be a hero, seemed to disappear, when you took a first step into the building. You never felt so happy in your life, as you were, when you got an acceptance letter. You didn’t even plan on telling your father to which school you got in. Not like he would care. He wasn’t even at the house that often. He seemed to work more, on something that was definitely not a hero work. But you didn’t care. It wasn’t your problem, nor your business. It wasn’t like you missed him. You hated him, and planned on moving out from the house, the same day you finish 18 years.

You took a piece of paper from your pocket and started walking around the school, looking for the class 1A. You planned this year and other two to be different from the once before. You had enough of people looking at you in a weird way, too scared to touch you, or even talk to you. You never had a friend in your life. But that will change now…

Well only, if you wouldn’t be such coward. The thought itself made you so anxious, that you felt sick. You were scared to see people’s reaction, when you tell them about your quirk. The fear and discuss in their eyes, always made you feel so small. All you wanted, for your whole life to forget about that day, and be accepted for who you are and not because of the quirk, you didn’t even chose. You were a good person, who just wanted to be a great hero and help others. You wanted to feel needed by others, and seek for people you would be able to worry about.

You put your hand, covered in black clothes, on the handle and released the air from your lungs. You couldn’t move, take a step forward, couldn’t even open the doors… And now, are you even planning on becoming a hero, who saves others, and fights villains.

- Are you getting in, or not?- you pulsed hearing a deep, bored sounding voice. You turned around and notice two boys, your age, staring at you. One with dark hair and tired eyes, and the other, with funny looking blonde hair and sunglasses. You bowed a bit and moved to the right, letting them in. You could hear the brunet sighing a bit irritated, and the other one looking at you for a while, and then he did something you never expected to see from other kid. He smiled. A beautiful, bright smile, which seemed like the most beautiful smile in the world. Not being able to react, you looked down, feeling your cheeks burning. Seeing this, the boy chuckled and followed his friend into the class.

You didn’t know that weird feeling you had in your heart, but you liked it. It felt nice and warm. And gave a power to go inside. There were already some students there, sitting on their desks and talking. They all turned their heads, when you walked in. You bowed and quickly, without saying a word, you walked into the most averted desk in the room and sit down, taking out a notebook, a pen and a book, which you started to read, right after you sit down.

You didn’t do good with people. They scared you, and you would never come first and introduce yourself. You knew it was selfish, to hope, that someone could come and wanted to talk to you, but as much as you wanted the thought of walking to them by your own, just scared you too much.

- Nice gloves!- your head shifted into the voice on your right. It was the same boy, with blonde hair, who was now pointing on your hand. You closed the book and looked at the black material, which helped you in separating from the whole world, saving you and others from your touch- can I try them on?- you gave him a scared look, and hid your hands under the table.