A Spark (Aizawa x reader)

Nightmares

Mephisto knew you were asleep when your breathing slowed just a little. Turning to the dark haired male in the room, gestured to the black jumpsuit jumper you had over you.

"Thank you."

Aizawa ignored that and decided to cut right to the chase.

"Who are you really?"

"Johann Faust V, just like my dear sister said." Mephisto smiled.

"That's not your real name is it, it's a lie."

"I haven't a clue what you mean."

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, then glanced at you and his face softened just a fraction, but Mephisto caught it and smirked.

"You've taken a liking to my sister, haven't you Hero?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Aizawa grumbled.

Mephisto swept you up with ease and laid you on the floor, takin over his blazer he folded it and placed it under your head and readjusted the black jumped over you. Then he walked over to Aizawa, towering over him.

"Not everyone would run after a woman they hardly know." Mephisto mused.

"I was just concerned. You're the one who kidnapped her."

"Ah! But I didn't! You see, she called for me."

"She called you?" Aizawa deadpanned.

Mephisto nodded his head and glanced at your sleeping form before turning his eyes back to his target.

"I don't know what happened, but since she's been here she's been sad, it's not like her, and it's concerning us all."

"I know something's bothering her, I just don't know what."

Of course! Why didn't Mephisto see that, he knew what was bothering you.

"I do."

"What is it?" Aizawa perked up.

Opening his mouth, Mephisto quickly shut it again when some students started piling in.

"I'll go wake her up." He smiled.

"Let her sleep." Aizawa demanded.

"Alrighty, I'm your assistant then!" Mephisto grinned.

"Lord help me..." Aizawa whispered.

Mephisto wasn't the best of helpers, he didn't know anything about being a hero or villains, the only thing he was good at was comforting you when you begun to whimper in your sleep.

He was talking with Midoriya when you begun to whimper again.

"Oh dear, that's certainly not normal."

Everyone crowded around you, Aizawa was crouched next to you, shaking you gently but it wasn't working. Mephisto begun to worry, this could be it, your exploding point. Rolling up his sleeves, he took a breath and crouched next to your shaking form.

"I suggest you all take a step back." Mephisto said sternly.

All the children did, and so did Aizawa. Mephisto placed his hands gently on your shoulders, adjusting his position so he was effectively sat on your stomach, his held you firmly.

"Einz..."

He pushed your harder into the floor careful not to harm you.

"Zwei..."

Mephisto heard you whimpering, tears streaming down your face.

"Drei!" He yelled.

On three, he raised your body before roughly slamming it into the floor, wincing a little, but it worked your eyes flew open in a frenzy. He saw the familiar spark in your eyes, and he knew he had to be fast.

"Calm down! I'm here, you're okay!"

It took you a moment to place the voice, but when you did your body relaxed, tears streaming down your face. You begun to mumble something but no one could make out what it was.

Climbing off you, Mephisto pulled you up into his lap and held you to his chest as you cried. He ran his hand up and down your back, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry I had to slammed you so hard, there was no other way to wake you up." He said gently.

You just carried on crying, and that when he knew it was bad. You would have usually come out with a sarcastic remark.

"(Y/N)?"

"I... it hurts..." you whispered, "I.. it's bleeding... it's bleeding!"

Mephisto frowned and laid you on the floor, he was thankful your tucked your tail into your trousers today, lifting your shirt a little he whole class gasped. On your exposed skin, three deep and wide jagged gashes that went up up into your shirt. They weren't red though, they were the same pinkish colour, they were recent.

"They aren't bleeding. It's alright."

"Why does it hurt!?" You sobbed.

Mephisto pulled your shirt down and once again pulled you into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

"Just the memories, that's all. I take it that's what you dreamt off?" He asked carefully.

You nodded your head weakly, gripping his shirt tightly.

"Don't let it get me... please..."

"I won't, no one will hurt you. Never again." He said darkly.

Standing up, Mephisto swept you into his arms and turned to the class.

"I believe it be best I take her home. I shall take care of whatever duties she has for the rest of the day. If you'll excuse me, I'll be back shorty."

"T.. the jumper..." you muttered.

"Darling, that ones not mine." Mephisto said apologetically.

Aizawa picked up his jumper and walked around, carefully covering you with it.

"She can have it."

Stepping back, he let Mephisto walk away, leaving the whole class worried and upset about what they had just seen