BNHA: Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

Chapter 39: Father-Daughter Talk

Bounding up, you raced him to the concessions stand. Well, you raced. He kind of lumbered behind you, finding great amusement in the way your tail would twitch behind you in annoyance once you realized he wasn't racing you.

You pouted as he ambled over to you. "You're so slowwwwwwww."

He flicked your forehead and pinched your cheek in retaliation and you batted him away, growling but there was no bite to it.

Hopping in place, you whirled around and he had to actively jump back to avoid crashing into you.

Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, Aizawa quickly paid for your armful of snacks that you collected when he wasn't looking. Nobody needed to see your canines when you ate.

He was wary of your surroundings as you sprinted over to a bench positioned under a large tree, plopping down and tearing ravenously into the food. Settling down beside you, he leaned back against the tree and crossed his arms.

"How did your internship with Hound Dog go?" Aizawa asked, unable to mask all of his curiosity from you. He hadn't gotten a chance to ask you yet, he had been too busy training Shinsou for his transfer.

Cheeks stuffed with food, you attempted to talk around it but all that came out was gibberish and you winced as your dad reprimanded you for talking with food in your mouth. Once you finished chewing, you were able to respond, albeit cheekily since it was so fun to see him like this.

"Why do you ask?" You asked, pretending to be clueless about the fact that you and Hound Dog both picked up on his scent when he lingered near the two of you the first day of your internship. "It went alright."

At the sight of his irritated scowl, you did a double-take. You didn't expect him to actually care this much about it, it must've really been bothering him.

Your eyes widened. "Did I do something wrong?"

Aizawa was quick to hush you, pulling you in for an awkward hug as you maintained your hold on your snack, cheeks bulging with food.

"No, kid." He sighed. "Just wanted to make sure."

You didn't push him, knowing that if he wanted to say something he would. He wasn't the type exactly comfortable with confrontation and you couldn't say that you blamed him. But you couldn't deny that you were curious as to why he asked. You couldn't figure it out.

"... Why do you ask?" You repeated slowly.

Aizawa's shoulders stiffened before he forced himself to relax.

You leaned forward, but your eyes widened as he vocalized his feelings at the time, admitting that he had felt a tad bit jealous that you didn't ask him to train you.

He knew that Hound Dog was the best choice for you to train under, you hadn't had much of an opportunity to hone your quirk for combat and the pro-hero who practically ran security for UA along with Snipe was the topic choice.

You lowered your crackers, losing your appetite as his words sunk in.

"I didn't want to bother you." You confessed softly, your ears pinned back on top of your head at how difficult it was to express your thoughts into a sentence that made sense. "I know you were busy with Toshi, not that I mind it!! I'm really glad you're training him and I can't wait until he joins our class—"

"If he chooses my class." Aizawa interjected pointedly.

"Oh hush." You snapped playfully at his negativity. "There's no way he's not going to choose us."

Transfers had the option of choosing which hero class they wanted to be enrolled in. Principal Nezu liked to think of it like a gift for those that worked extra hard to follow their dreams, a reward as their efforts paid off and were recognized.

There was no way Shinsou was going to choose Class B over Class A when the latter had both you and your dad.

The corner of Aizawa's mouth crooked up in a smile. He'd seen a lot of himself in the teenager with the brainwashing quirk. The likeness was uncanny.

The love for cats and coffee, the sleepless nights, the fact that their quirks didn't enhance their physical combat abilities. He connected with Shinsou on a level he honestly never thought possible.

But he was worried that he might've been lacking in the attention and love he was supposed to give you while he was occupied with Shinsou's training.

"You have that look on your face." You told him, going back to eating your snacks, finishing one in record time before opening another one.

Aizawa scoffed. "What look?"

"The brooding look." You grinned.

This time, he really did glare at you and you collapsed into a fit of laughter. His eyes softened at the sound.

"What are you so worried about, Dad?" You said, your fluffy ears poking his cheek as you snuggled up to him.

"Nothing, kid." He muttered. He could figure this out on your own.

You shrugged your shoulders, willing to let it go if he was so stubborn to hold onto it. "I think you're too worried, Toshi's gonna do great when it comes time for his evaluation."

Aizawa blinked. That wasn't what he was worried about at all. Okay, maybe a little bit. But not much. He was more worried about whether or not you felt less loved ever since Shinsou had come into your lives.

"What?"

He froze as he realized he had said that last part out loud, mind racing to cover up his mistake when you suddenly threw your arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Of course not." You whispered in disbelief that he was worrying about you all this time. "That's what you thought?"

Your internship with Hound Dog must've made him insecure about his parenting abilities now that he was officially your dad. You were surprised, you didn't think anything had the capability of rocking this man's boat. He seemed so stoic, unshakable.

It was good to know that even the people you idolized the most were human too.

"I'm not offended, Dad. Toshi's family too, right?" You questioned though you weren't really asking. "You've never made me feel unimportant."

Aizawa had hesitantly hugged you back. It felt wrong to hug you after he just voiced that he was having second thoughts about being the right kind of dad for you and here you were, comforting him. It felt weird.

But it was nice.

"You're lucky I love you, kid." Was all he said, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face.

You nodded, smiling softly against his shoulder. "I love you too, Dad."