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Sparks

Since movie night, things have been going smoothly. At least things I know of. Aizawa and I have become better acquainted, but he's been distant. I understand he's occupied so, I give him his space.

I sat at my desk, typing away at my computer. The principal asked me to create individual profiles for each class. After that, I have to add each student profile for the class. Mostly in preparation for the upcoming exams.

I guess we both have been busy. I was about to put my head on the desk before Present Mic and All might entered in.

"I don't think you two have met. This beauty right here is our emotional support teacher. The students here from every class adore her." Mic introduced.

"I'm Y/N, L/N. I think Mic got all the main things down. It's nice to meet you." I said, giving him a handshake. "I'm All Might, and it's nice to meet you as well."

"You can stop by anytime, I don't mind company. The room is available for anyone, whether you're just looking to relax or want to chat." I grinned. "Alright, Might let's get movin', shall we?" Mic said.

"See you, y/n! By the way, can you talk to Good ol' Eraser, he listens to you better than he does to me?" he replied, halfway out the door. "Yea, no problem. I'll catch you guys later."

I'm done doing this damn work right now. I'll finish it later. I shut down my computer and straightened out my room.

I was going to leave for the day when I got an unexpected visitor. He stood nervously at my door before speaking.

"Can I speak with you, Ms.L/N?"

I placed my items back on the table. "Yea, come in and close the door behind you."

"If I speak with you, is this confidential? If not, I'll just go." He asked, standing in front of my desk. "It is confidential here without a doubt. This is your safe space." I sat down and took out a little notepad.

"Thank you," he replied, expressing his thoughts and feelings about everything that was going on in his life: his worries, things he was anxious about, even how he felt about becoming a hero.

"Um, I'm asking you for advice. I'm not sure, I just need your help." He sighed, fiddling with his fingers.

"You seem internally tormented because of all that you have endured in your short time at the school. I'm sorry for that. My advice to you is that I want you to sit and reflect on yourself thoroughly." I said, looking at him.

"What do you mean by that?" he questioned.

"I want you to look in the mirror in your dorm, you don't have to say anything out loud. I need you to think about why you want to become a hero and what are you going to do once you become one. I believe you can and you will become an excellent hero, ok?" I explained to him.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that. Thanks, Ms.L/N. I'll see you later."

I got up and grabbed my items once more, opening the door for us. "Thank you for coming to me, and let me know if you need anything."

He turned and walked away. I was staring at my phone, and sadly enough I bumped into someone who didn't want to move. When the bump hit, I lost my balance on thin air.

"Be careful," Aizawa said, catching me with one arm. "You almost died, and that would have been unfortunate."

"I would've been fine because the hallway would've been cleared, but nice catch." I patted his chest. I looked up at him and, he looks even more tired than usual. He helped me stand better.

"Have you been getting any sleep?" I asked. "When do I ever get rest?" he put his hands deep in his pocket as we started walking to our dorms.

"Aizawa how many times do I have to tell you that breaks are essential? You look drained. Come on let's go." I took his hand and led him to my dorm. "Where are you taking me?"

"To my dorm, you're beyond exhausted. You look like you've been up for 3 days straight." I sighed inspecting his face.

He was hesitant, but we still made our way to the dorm. "Sit down."

I pulled out various self-care items. "Do you mind me helping you get your life together?" I asked, putting my hands on my hip. "Go crazy," he yawned. I smiled and washed my hands. I examined his face.

He glanced at me then looked away. "I saw one of my students leave your room. Is everything okay?" He asked. "Everything's fine. Don't worry about it." I said, running a cloth under hot water and placing it on his face.

"What is all of this you're putting on my face?" He asked, leaning back. "Skincare, obviously." I grinned, removing the cloth.

I cleaned his face and followed everything from exfoliating to moisturizing. I put an eye mask on, and also applied a charcoal mask. I sighed as I looked at him, "You're too handsome to be looking this crazy, Shota."

"I'm handsome too you?" He grinned. "Yes, you are, now stop moving your face, and give me your hands," I said, taking my manicure kit out. "Mmm," he gave me his hand and I started working on his hands.

"You can wash the mask off now," I said, finishing the last finger. He didn't move an inch. "Shota?" I questioned looking up at him. He was fast asleep. "I knew he was tired."

I wiped off the mask for him and plucked his eyebrow hairs gently. Once I was done, I gave him another round of moisturizing.

I wiped off the mask for him and plucked his eyebrow hairs gently. Once I was done, I gave him another round of moisturizing.

I stroked his hand as I caressed it gently with the moisturizer. His rough calloused hands sat in my soft hands. There was an intimacy there. I moved my hands to his face and gently spread the moisturizer on it. I rubbed my thumb across his battle scar.

I was taken by surprise when I felt his hand on mine. Holding it as we stared at each other. 

Blushing.