BNHA x M!Reader

Class 1-A x Aizawa

Character: Class 1-A x Aizawa Shota (Platonic)
Type: Angst💔, Fluffy ending☁️
Story Name: We got you now
⚠️Abu*e⚠️*Any quirk*
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(M/n pov)

I lightly knocked on Mr. Aizawa's classroom door before I waited for him to give a sign that I could come in. Soon I heard a groan and a 'Come in'. I took a deep breath and opened the door. We stared at each other for a second before he spoke up, "What can I help you with, problem child?" I paused for another second contemplating if this was a good idea before I spoke up, "Mr. Aizawa if um hypothetically um there um was a student who was being abused at home then what would the school do?" Mr. Aizawa raised an eyebrow, "Listen (M/n) I'm extremely busy I don't have time for what if's or hypothetical questions. Now get out of here and go home it's already twenty minutes past the time when school ended." I felt like crying but I left the classroom calmly. Once I was out of the school grounds I began to quickly make my way home.

Just as I arrived and as soon as I closed the door I felt myself get smacked across my face by my so-called mother. "Why the hell are you late you waste of space?" I held onto my stinging cheek as she began to kick and punch me. It went on relentlessly until she finally got tired. Once she was done she yelled at me to make her dinner and to get her a wine bottle which I did as soon as possible. Once I was in the safety of my room I began doing my homework. Soon I heard my phone ding with a notification from the school's news board. I looked at the notification and my eyes widened when I realized it was a talent show that was going to happen this Friday. 'I could sing but mother always said I'm not that good. But she's never complimented me so I'm not even sure.'

As I was looking to see what song I should sing I heard a screech come from my mother. "WHY THE FUCK DID I RECEIVE A NOTIFICATION FOR ANTI-ABUSE HOMES FROM YOUR SCHOOL. DID YOU OPEN THAT BIG ASS MOUTH OF YOURS." I flinched at my mothers' words and run downstairs to see what's going on with her. Once we made eye contact she glared harshly at me, "Get fucking ready for the worse beating of your life." Before I could even run she grabbed my throat and started to beat me up once again. I groaned loudly as she walked away leavening on the ground once again. I couldn't physically move so I stayed there the entire night only getting up at the crack of dawn so that I could leave before my mother woke up.

*time skip to Friday night and the talent show*

I sat in one of the backstage chairs practically shaking in pain and nervousness. My mother didn't stop her beating not even after I begged her to. I could feel myself hurting in every part of my body but I wanted to go on because this might be the only time I'm going to be heard or saved. Once Mina was done I was told that I was next and to get ready. I fixed my outfit before walking out onto the stage. I sat down at the piano before looking out at the crowd. I cleared my throat before I began playing and singing. As I was playing I could feel myself getting dizzy but I could also hear the small gasps and people crying in the crowd as I sang. Just as I finished the song everything went black and I could feel myself falling.

The next time I opened my eyes the entirety of class 1-A and Mr. Aizawa was standing around me. I looked at everyone before Mr. Aizawa spoke up, "(M/n) the question you asked me the other day, wasn't hypothetical was it?" I stared at him for a moment before I shook my head. Fear passed through his eyes before it was replaced by anger. "We got you now, (M/n). We'll keep you safe from now on." And true to his word Mr. Aizawa and Principal Nezu both got my 'mother' thrown into jail before Mr. Aizawa adopted me claiming that I was always his favorite child before I never bothered him. Now, whenever I'm with the class they ask me to sing for them sometimes Jirou would join along with me. And in reality, I couldn't be happier.

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