~BNHA Oneshots~

🌺🌑🍋 Shota Aizawa: Student 🍋🌑🌺

Trigger warning: self harm, lemon, angst, and cursing

Your pov

You stare at the man writing something on the black board. Shota Aizawa. God that man was something else. You can only pay attention to him in class. You always wonder how things would be if he finds out. But at the same time, you hope to God he doesn't.

"L/N? What's the answer to this question?" The tall hero asks, snapping you out of your daze.

"Um...."

You look at the question puzzled.

"Please stop zoning out. You'll have to get the notes from a classmate. Iida, can you answer the question?"

"Yessir! The variable of P represents momentum."

"Thank you. So. The equation, P=M/V....."

'Damn. Why does he have to be so attractive?' You think to yourself as he keeps teaching. (Dead ass, almost wrote teachering-) With his back turned to you, you start to draw pictures of him. Kirishima looks over at you and notices something under your sleeve. He hands you a note and you take it. 'whats on your arm?' you look down and quickly adjust your sleeve. 'nothing' you write and hand him back the paper. As you hand it to him, the paper is taken by someone else, Aizawa. He reads it and looks at the two of you.

"Kirishima, no more passing notes. L/N, stay after class." He says before walking back to the board.

Your eyes fill with tears thinking he's going to yell at you. Sure he's attractive, but he still kind of scares you. After class ends, you put your notebooks away and stay seated. Aizawa comes over to you and sits in the desk next to yours.

"What's this note about? I know you don't usually pass notes or act out. What's going on?" He asks.

"It's nothing sir." You nonchalantly reply.

"Really? Then you wouldn't mind letting me see your arm would you?"

You pull your arm away.

"I do fucking mind thank you very much." You snap.

"L/N, it's my job as a hero to make sure the people around me are okay. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Okay. You don't have to tell me. But if something's wrong, at least tell someone. You can go."

He gets up and walks to his desk. You get up, grabbing your back and scurry out of the room. You go to your dorm and throw your bag on the floor. You rummage through your bag trying to find your notebook. 

"Shit-"

You realize you left it in Aizawa's classroom. 'Please don't open it or read it....' you think to yourself as you throw yourself face first onto your bed.

"I'll just get it tomorrow." You mutter.

After an hour or so of just laying there, you decide to get up and take a shower before going to bed. You go downstairs and make sure no one's in the showers. Once you know you're clear, you enter the room and start getting ready. You look at your body in the mirror.

"You sure are one big fucking idiot aren't you? There's not way in hell he'd ever find you attractive. You're ugly. Look at these fucking scars. Hell, look what you do to yourself. I'd be surprised if anyone finds you attractive." A voice in your head says.

"S-Shut up." You sob. 

As you wash yourself, you notice little details about your body that you don't like. (I may not cut, but my best friend did and told me everything. I also have a pretty big hatred for the way my body looks from my neck down so. Like. I'm fine being having my feminine physique, I just don't like how my body looks because of genetics and shit. Anyway, carry on-)