aizawa x reader lemon!

chapter one: Welcome to UA!

Y/N's POV:

As I walk into the large gates of UA High School, I start to remember.
I start to remember how I felt when I got that letter. It was the season of spring, 3 years ago.

I had just gotten home from practice, making it almost the worst day ever. Creating multiple guns and learning how to aim them perfectly, when I got back to my apartment, I was, indeed, exhausted. I recall sitting on the couch
as my brain just shattered.

"Why am I doing this to myself?"
"Do I need to be doing this?"
"I'm always joking about how I hate practice and how I'd never want to become anything remotely hero-like, so why?"
"I wonder if the top heroes felt like this too"
"It's going to be difficult to be a hero because of my quirk"

As tired as I was, I got up slowly as to not have my body hurt more than it already did. I grabbed my mail key and walked out into my apartment's narrow hallway. I unlocked the mailbox while flyers, magazines, junk and bills flew out of the mailbox
"Shit"

I scrambled and tripped trying to get all of the mail that flew out. It was a junk pile.
Eventually, I picked all of them up and went back in my apartment.
"I hope no one heard that", I whispered to myself.

I vividly remember this part specifically, when I found the letter.
I scavenged through the mail, looking for something a little lively.
However, I saw something that would make my whole life.

I glanced at the envelope addressed to me that had a red UA wax stamp on it.

I cautiously tore open the envelope with shivering hands. As I read the letter, my heart dropped straight to my ass.
..How?
HOW?!
I jumped up and down in the air with excitement, joy, hope, all of the positive emotions you could think of.

I had been chosen to be the Class 1-A Teacher's Aid

I called my mom, who instantly came over to celebrate with me. We had a small party, but I immediately knew that I had a big role in the next semester.

And what did I do?
I trained. 10x harder than I ever had before. I trained like my life was on the line. Every day, for 16 hours, I would be outside, making and shooting, making and shooting, making and shooting

At last, after three years of that, I'm here. I've met some of the teachers before, but not all.

Alright, let's see how this will turn out.