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The closer I get is the further I feel,
And I am losing my grip on remembering what's real.
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After getting the class to quiet down, and, reluctantly, showing Spring where to sit, Aizawa went back to teaching the class.
Except know, for some reason, he felt almost energized. He could feel his heart pounding and he felt giddy on the inside. Aizawa felt, for once in his life, awake. Important, even. All because of a girl sitting in the second row of his class. Maybe he had just met the girl, and he was significantly older (an eleven year age gap as she was seventeen and he was nearing 28) but still, he liked the feeling of her eyes on him. He liked the feeling that she was watching him and only him, all of her attention was on his form only.
The sudden onslaught of the possessive thoughts caused him halt, faltering in his steps as he was walking in front of the class. He had just met the girl and yet he was feeling possessive, and it was these thoughts that scared him. Aizawa knew it wasn't normal to feel these things. He knew it was wrong, some would even say disgusting. After all, he was a grown man lusting after a girl he didn't even know.
But he also knew he liked her, and for the first time in a long time, he felt excited. He felt that feeling of love.
And he wasn't willing to let it go.

As soon as the bell rang, the class room was probably emptied in a max of ten seconds, something the tired teacher could only scoff at. Pulling out the 'need to be graded' papers from the said students, he stopped when he noticed a figure still in his room, specifically her figure.
"A-Aizawa sensei" She stuttered out, her eyes darting around the room while her small fingers fiddled with the over-sized sleeves of her jumper; a habit Aizawa found endearing and rather cute.
Clearing his throat and turning his gaze to the papers to seem busy, he let out a low hum to show he was listening. "Earlier in class, you said that tomorrow I'd have to demonstrate my.." she paused, biting her lip before looking up to Aizawa. "My quirk. It's...it's dangerous and I've never really used it before and I-" She sighed, turning her gaze to the ground. "I don't want to hurt anyone, I'm scared." Aizawa stared at the girl for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin frown. Getting up from his chair, he made his was around to stand in front of the girl. "That is why you should train, and test the limits of your quirk." He lifted his hand up, contemplating for a moment before putting it in her shoulder. "You have a strong yet equally dangerous quirk. A dangerous quirk that can be used for good." He squeezed her shoulder slightly while giving a small smile. "Don't doubt yourself, you're strong and with training you can become even stronger." Aizawa let go of her shoulder and patted her head (fighting the urge to pet her ears) then making his way out of the classroom.
As soon as he left the room, he rushed to the side wall, his hand clutching where his heart would be. He had touched her, and he was delighted to know that her hair was indeed as soft as a cats. Then there was her scent; natural and light, but also sweet with hints of vanilla. He sighed, laying his head back on the wall. Was it wrong to feel this way?

Spring was left in the classroom, her heart beating loudly in her ears.
No one had told her that she was strong before.
No one had ever told her that she could be used for good.
But he did.

And, for once in her life, she believed she could be a hero.
That she could be used for good.

That she was not a villain.

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Ayyy I updated and I'm actually kinda staying in track 😌😌. Anyways, as usual, I hope you've enjoyed and don't forget to comment and...yeah. I wuv you guys🥺🥺🥺🥺