You'll kill me, won't you? (Aizawa x reader)

Different

Y/n POV

I already knew where bakugo was.

If they were still cooped up at that same bar I should just grab him and get out.

I was his teacher, similar to aizawa I wanted to save my student.

I didn't mean it.

Any of it.

Aizawa is a great teacher and hero. I knew he didn't want me for any other reason other than to take care of me, but even still. I was done with this life.

I'm just so over it.

I lifted my cigarette to my lips and took a drag making sure to inhale as much smoke as possible.

Bakugo is in this situation because of me, I wasn't going to just leave him.

And who knows, maybe all for one will have something up his sleeve for me.

It had been a few hours since I left, I knew the hero's had to be looking or probably already found where the villains were.

My old house came into view and I knew exactly what I was looking for.

I went around back to the outdoor garbage and fished out my old gun.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Itsuki always told me to keep weapons hidden around the city just in case. I put the gun in my pants and covered it with my shirt.

I reached into the garbage again searching for the-

"Shit fucking bitch!" I yanked my hand out of the trash and assessed it.

That damn knife always stayed sharp no matter what.

I reached back in with my other hand and pulled the knife itsuki gifted to me out of the trash.

I smiled.

I gotta save the kid and then I'm gone. There has to be some way to erase my quirk.

I would find it no matter what.

I continued to push back the ache in my chest as I spoke of my own death.

Aizawa, shinso, bakugo even Dabi! all these damn people! I didn't want to leave them but I couldn't keep doing this.

While I've been with aizawa, for majority of that time I've just had fun. I had pushed the idea of death behind me in hopes maybe I could change, I hid under the guise of getting shinso into class 1A but even then I knew my true intentions. I just wanted to be with them. Aizawa even though he puts out a tough emotionless exterior he's funny, he cracks jokes with me, laughs at my idiotic behavior, attempts to cook for me and some how burns eggs. I mean who can't cook eggs! You just put them in the pan and your done-

I can't keep thinking about him. Not now.

I know I'm selfish.

I'll never deny it.

And it sucks I know a part of me wishes I could stay with them a little bit longer.

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I stood at the door to the bar.

I once again took a long drag of my cigarette.

You know they all hate you right-

God shut up I don't care.

I usually hated the voice that that went on and on in my head.

But that dumbass has been rambling since I woke up and frankly it's just giving me a headache.