Spell Gone Wrong... Or Maybe Right?

Summary:

Shouta comes home to his apprentice mixing some strange things at their work table. He doesn't make it in time to stop the large burst of smoke and the effects the potion has on his cute little student.

*Another Title Idea*
"My Cute Little Apprentice"

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Notes:

This is an Aizawa/Midoriya fic, but in this Izuku is 18 so it's not underage.

Don't like, don't read, that's all I ask.

Anyways, please enjoy.

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When Shouta had decided to take on an apprentice, he’d expected the mistakes they would make. Expected the disasters of potion mixing, spell reading, familiar summoning; Shouta had expected everything really! 

…

Or so he thought.

What he hadn’t expected was a cute, 18 year old witch boy looking for a teacher. A cute, 18 year old witch boy with the softest green hair that curled everywhere, bright emerald eyes that glowed under every compliment, freckles that happened to look strangely similar to the magic dust in the night sky, a perfect smile that didn’t need a spell to convince any stranger to do the child’s biding, and a brain so intelligent and shining that Shouta swore that it was really just a compact version of the Old Lore Witch Library that had been dumped into this boys head... Now, this wouldn’t have been too much of a problem… Had he considered one more thing.

Self-Preservation. 

The boy has n o n e. 

And d*mn if that didn’t make Shouta’s life 100 times harder. 

The boy never seemed to settle down! He was constantly doing some type of magic, and for some reason, it was always the dangerous stuff! Like the one time, back when Izuku had first become his apprentice, the boy had been working on his summoning spells. He was constantly making sure he knew the words, had the special candles and spices needed, and was able to draw the symbols out, and this hadn’t bothered Shouta. Not until one day when he came home to find the young greenette summoning a DEMON from his S A N D W I C H!  

Shouta almost met an early grave that day. 

He’d watched the boy converse with the demon sticking out of his sandwich as if they were old friends. A demon. From his sandwich . Immediately Shouta had called everything off, not wanting this to go south, and quickly used a bit of magic to cut the sandwich in half, cutting off Izuku’s ramble as well. 

“Why did you summon a demon ? And from a sandwich of all things?!” Shouta had questioned. 

“W-well, I just wanted to see if it was possible to trade out items for certain spells… And I’d had the thought while I was hungry… So I used the mannoyaise… on my sandwich…”The smaller boy had trailed off at this point while Shouta deadpanned. 

That was the last time Izuku had been allowed to use any condiments by himself...

The raven haired witch rubbed his temples as he thought about what his apprentice could be doing at home. Please, he thought to himself, please, let him be reading a book! Or working on his garden! Or even sleeping on the roof! Anything besides some disaster! I can’t keep up with fixing the same spot in the roof anymore…  

Shouta threw open the front door at that last thought, his hands filled with a couple bags of groceries as he surveyed the inside of his home for any damage. None, thank god-