Blurred - Aizawa Shouta X Reader

Chapter 1:

"Hey Y/N, do you have today's notes? I fell asleep again."

"Denki, today was the final..."

"...shit!" Denki ran back down the hallway- his heavy footfalls echoing the emptying hallway.
Needless to say, finals sucked ass, especially when it was on history and law of heros. Why we couldn't separate the two baffled you.
You turned back to Ojiro, his exhausted expression matched how you felt.

"Do you want to grab a coffee? I know I could use one."

"Na, I need to study for tomorrow's final, Aizawa sensei schedualed the Juniors before the Sophomore's, and I just know he's going to wreck havick on us..."

"No problem, don't work yourself too hard." Ojiro walked down the stairs twords the front- reminding you you parked on the opposite side today.

Making your way down the hall, loud stumbling caught your attention in the direction of Aizawa Sensei's room. You wern't normally the one to approach teachers, or anyone really when it wasn't necessary- but with no one around and your danger vibes going haywire, you jogged your way over- just to peek to see if everything was ok, no need to make a fool of yourself and get worried over noth-...

Your eyes practically buldged out of their sockets to see Aizawa Sensei and a senior student going at it on his desk.

move. Move. MOVE! WHY THE HELL WON'T YOU MOVE YOUR DAMN BODY???

You were frozen in shock- this? THIS IS WHAT SCARED YOU? Two years into hero university and your home room teacher... Doing it... Is what made you freeze up.

Finally taking control of your body, you stepped back, regaining your lost composer.

And then he locked eyes with you.

Never. Ever. EVER. In your entire life have you moved this fast.

Zigzagging through the halls flying down the stairs- and before you knew it there you were. Sitting in your car, keys in the ignition, more scared than you have ever been in your entire life.

What. The. Hell.

Aizawa???
The sleep deprived, eye bagged, homeless looking man??? Of course he was handsome- but he never put any attitude towards being handsome. You mean, he practically slept in class a third of the time! If he wasn't teaching he was working, and if he wasn't working he was, well, crime fighting, so if course he should get sleep whenev-

What the hell are you doing???? Making excuses for the man you just saw ramming into an upperclassmen? Class woman? If their a woman do you call them a upperclassman? You've never heard it that way bef-

Good god pull yourself together!

Your mind was so blank. Of course it was running so fast you could never remember a single thing you thought of... But by the time you pulled into your dorms you remembered.

All of the teachers stay in the dorms.
Aizawa stayed in the boys dormitories. The boys dormitories in the same building as yours... or at the very least attached to yours.

A short laugh left your mouth-
You just escaped the scene right to the home of the man you were running from.

Bloody. Fan. Tastic.

Thinking back to what you saw earlier- your face grew very hot. You left the car, hoping the fresh air would cool you off from thinking, about it.
Two flights of stairs and a door unlocking later you stood frozen in your tracks.

What were you thinking??? Just because you see a man, well, going at it, with a student you were suddenly attracted to him? To your Sensei? Sure, you were attracted to him before. More than you would care to admit to any of your friends, but this... definitely was messing with your head.

You shouldn't be having these feelings, not like this- not about him.
How could you face tomorrow? How could you even make eye contact with him again? Did you really make eye contact? No, you couldn't have- it had to have been your imagination.

It was the end of the year, only one day left, surely you could survive a day without eye contact, you were quite anyways, so not talking or looking at anyone shouldn't be too different.

Ya, you'd be ok.

-night-

You couldn't sleep. Maybe it was due to nerves, or the anonymous pacing outside your dorm that was edging your anxiety into the oblivion. Was.. It him?

Step step step.
Step step step.
Pause.
Step step step.

It. just . kept. going

It was common for your quirk to spaz out when you were nervous, uncomfortable little pops of your powers embarrassing your overwhelmed mindset.

Wait it was quiet...

A deep, echoed chuckle made you realize the pacing had stopped and was now fading away.... Who ever was at your door must of heard your sizzling little outbursts and pops of power.

"Y/N." A raspy whisper started you, quickly turning twords the sound, a hand, that was NOT your own, covered your mouth- a dark figure hunched over your bed.

"Did you hear it too?" Anxiously you focused your eyes, taking in the harsh lighting of Mr. Aizawa's face, too close to yours.

"I promise I won't tell! Please don't expell me!" Mr. Aizawa furrowed his brows, his eyes confused.

"Y/N, I don't understand, tell me what happened." Your face flushed a deep red, heat quickly spreading your cheeks.

"Y-yyou an thhe student today?" A quiet mumble barely escaped your throat as you recalled the scene you stumbled across earlier.

"Wait, I was sick today remember? I wasn't anywhere with a student today."

"But... I saw-"

"Y/N, this is a conversation we need to have later, someone has trespassed on to U.A and half of our staff is missing. I've been making my way to each student from the balconies to warn them of the intruder-" you looked at the open balcony door, a warm breeze curling the light blue curtain.

"But it your here than who was-" you looked at your door. Aizawa quickly took notice your fearful expression.

"DID SOMEONE ENTER YOUR ROOM?" Aizawa's whisper yell scared the crap out of you, almost literally when you saw his red eyes-

"No! But, someone was hovering outside of my door- I-I I thought it was you..."

A blank silence filled the room. Did you say something wrong? Why wasn't Aizawa answerin yo-

".....Me?"