My Hero [ Aizawa Shouta x Reader ]

Chapter 20: Death Anniversary

** Y/N's POV**

Aizawa has always been a very strict teacher, constantly drilling students to ensure they reach their full potential. His words are sometimes harsh but essential so naive students like us don't fall into the false reality of this world.

However, seeing him choke your own friend in front of your very own eyes, crumbled the faith you had in him. Was this really the Aizawa you knew? Face full of hatred and detest, he was determine to hurt Kaminari. With your fist balled up, you sprinted towards him and delivered a punch that was nothing more than a poke to him.

"What do you think you're doing?!" You shouted defensively with a tinge of fear in your voice.

Aizawa faced you before finally releasing Kaminari from his grip. He had his eyes pierced into yours for what felt like forever. If this was a staring a contest you would have surely lost because his stare was no joke. Without muttering a word he walked away as you felt his clothes brush past your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, are you okay..?" You asked while rushing to his side.

"I'm the one who should apologise y/n! I was the one who created this mess. I still don't understand but I do know that it was my fault!" He cried and grabbed your shoulders.

You gave him a wan smile and a pat on the head. He felt like a little brother to you, annoying but adorable, loud but soft hearted. Picturing him as a villain had never crossed your mind, if anything, he was the epitome of purity. To think that Aizawa would see him as a threat ...

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Days have passed since then and before you knew it, the summer festival had begun. But with the sports festival coming up in less than a week, everyone decided that there was no time to dilly dally and so the class group chat had been silent for the first time with zero invitations.

'No summer festival for me I guess,'

You sighed and plopped on to the comfort of your bed, still bathed in sweat after the intense training. Your muscles were now sore from all the exercises and on top of that, you had to chug a 2 litre bottle once every half an hour to meet your hydration needs. It was tormenting yet satisfying because it definitely resulted in clear glowing skin.

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you to wash up before getting on your bed?"

The voice of your uncle rang through the hallway and into your room as he stood by the door. It was rare of him to be home this early considering he was a member of the police force.

"Oh! If it isn't the great detective,Naomasa Tsukauchi" you whistled.

"Cut it out, treat me with respect," he said, half-jokingly as he smiled at you.

You only chuckled in response. Naomasa wasn't really related to you by blood. He only took you in because there was no one else. Even though you looked up to him, you couldn't bring yourself to call him your "dad", and so "uncle" sufficed.

You got up from your bed and slowly approached the dark haired man. The atmosphere somehow became a little tense as your once calm demeanour diminished. Your half lidded eyes fell on him with great solemnity.

He looked back at you and sternly said, "y/n, I already said this multiple times, I can't give the files to you. Everything is confidential and that includes the case of Oboro's death."