All I wanted (Shota Aizawa X reader)

Out of sight, Out of mind

It's funny to think about, How thing change so easily. Life is so simple, yet so hard. Happiness never stays, because one moment your up and it's never good enough, and the next your down and you don't think you'll ever be up again. It's strange, but beautiful in its own way. I thought long ago that I'd have one friend forever and his name was Shota, but that turned all around and left a bitter seed deep in my heart. Life went on though, you can't sit and dwell over the pieces of your broken heart. That's no way to live life. However, I never expected I would see the very person who had shattered my soul so long ago.

A painful silence swelled the hallway as the man in the yellow sleeping bag spoke my name. That name rolled off his tongue so foreignly. However, I paid no mind to it, I was too busy focusing on how he looked now. He looked so..tired..Exhausted. My eyes laid onto his and a wave of memories came crashing down on me like a strong wave crashes onto the shore. I felt dizzy and sick..but I swallowed whatever emotions that clawed at my throat, and I gave a curt nod.

"Mr. Aizawa"

His name slipped from my mouth effortlessly. I gave a slight bow to Hizashi and Aizawa and excused myself. No longer feeling the need to stay in the hallway. I had things I had to do, yet I knew this was just an excuse to run from my present situation. I turned my heel and began stalking down the hallway, taking a turn and heading straight for the nurses office. As soon as I was out of sight from the two I held my face in my hands and let out a groan of pain. My head was pounding. I had tried so hard to forget Aizawa, but seeing those eyes that drew me in some blue moons ago..it made all those memories slap me right in the face. I pressed my back against the wall and finally looked at the ceiling, letting myself gain a bit of composure. Deep breaths..once I had calmed my thoughts and raging headache..I began my walk to the nurses office once again, recovery girl was surely expecting me.

"There, the bandages should be in the top drawer."

Recovery girls voice said, her eyes casually glancing to mine with that friendly charm she had. I nod and familiarize myself with everything and the spots in which things are kept. Recovery girl is going over a small list of supplies until we hear a student come barging into the room. The student is red headed and was rather tall. Muscular and built like a pro hero. I glance at him and stand, straightening my new nurses coat. "Is something the matter?" I ask with a concerned tone, the red head nods but before he speaks, recovery stands and sighs."midoryia?" The red head pauses then gives a slow nod, almost as if he was embarrassed for his fellow student. Recovery girl gestures a bit with her hand and looks at the red headed student. "Bring him in." The red head runs out of the room and soon comes back with some of the staff carrying the green haired student on a stretcher. The poor boy was covered in burns and his arm was completely broken and purple. I was shocked at how much this kid had sustained in simple training. The green haired student known as midoryia was set on one of the beds that the nurses office had to offer. I sat to the side as I watched in wonder as recovery girl used her quirk on the boy. It was fascinating to say the least, she could heal with a single kiss. However, it did have drawbacks on the patient. It drains them of energy. When she finished, I bandage up the students burns and arm, taking great care as I did this. After awhile, I heard the door to the room open, It was Toshinori. The tall blonde opened the door and closed it behind him, letting steam come off his body, signaling his transformation into his smaller form. Didn't make him any less tall though. I was one of the few people who knew about his form changes, it was special
Information to know. He kept it a secret, but a selected few knew all about it. I didn't know who else knew, but I was happy I could be trusted with it. Toshinori began to shuffle over towards the unconscious midoryia, his face lowered. I rubbed my neck and then looked up at the tall blonde. I soon heard recovery girl begin to speak, so I gave toshinori a comforting pat to the arm and backed out. Leaving Recovery girl to give him whatever advice she had. I thought he could use the space, it was obvious that the boy was his new successor. He had a deep caring in his eyes, and I saw the hurt in them when he laid eyes on the battered up student on the bed.

I exhaled softly and began walking down the hall, my eyes shifting around the grand halls of the school. I never thought I'd really be in here this long, considering I was quirkless. There was no chance for me to be a hero, so I ruled off being anywhere close to this school..well..that was until Shota began going here. I scoffed. Shota Aizawa, a teacher? Why didn't Toshi ever tell me? These thoughts took up a good amount of my head, until I was snapped back into reality. I had failed to see a person turning the corner as I walked down the hall, and I bumped right into hard chest. Stumbling back a bit, I looked up to apologize..and froze when I saw that face I was dreading over seeing again. Shota Aizawa. The man paused and looked down at me, it seemed like he didn't have a clue what to say. My words spoke before my mind.

"Sorry, Mister Aizawa."

I said quietly, making my way around him, he turned a bit and cleared his throat.

"(Y/n), wait."

I frowned and paused, turning my head a bit I looked over.

"Sir, It would be more formal if you addressed me as Ms, (L/n). Do you need anything?"

He frowned and shook his head, beginning to walk away again.

"Never mind."

As soon as he said that I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn't even remotely ready to begin speaking to him again. Maybe I'd never be ready, but as long as I avoided any conversation or meetings with him, he'll be out of mind. I didn't need to worry about him, I had a job i needed to focus on and apparently a friend to help. Poor Toshinori is probably confused on how to help his successor with his power.

The city wasn't something new to me. My childhood was here. A good portion of my life was here. But..the familiarity that greeted me was slightly bitter. My childhood was good and bad. My parents weren't the worst, but they weren't the best. But I loved them..however. When I was 9, my father was Injured in the cross fire of an attack between a villain a hero. He became a drunk, and my mother divorced him. She took me away and I never saw him again. My mother grew quiet..and she became more of a distant aunt than a mother. She would work day in and day out. Offering me zero life advice, and eventually I had to raise myself. I spent my teenage years focused on school, just so I could get a good job and move out. Get my own place. That's what I did. Then I moved away, and tried to forget my past. Never knew I'd end up back here. As I walked into my new apartment after work, I kicked off my shoes and slipped out of my crisp white coat. Setting it on a rack, I walked to my couch, and fell back onto it. A heavy weight fell over my eyes..and I found myself drifting into an effortless sleep.