The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Part 2: What If?

Welcome to 'What If?'! The special series where we explore what would have happened if something had happened differently in a given chapter. I'm inviting suggestions on what you'd like to see rewritten! For example, what if Y/N never made the first move at the forest training camp? Or anything else! Let your imaginations run wild! We will return to our regularly scheduled programming of 'THE QUIRKLESS AT U.A.' in due course. Thank you for your patience!

What if I had told him about everything that night? That night I punched a hole in my wall and ran away for the night, and he let me crash at his?

Could things have ended up differently?

"Are you sure that's all? You can tell me. I promise I do care." He tried to convince me. I tried to continue holding back my tears- but to no avail. Salty tears cascaded down my cheeks, quite audibly, much to my annoyance. He sighed from the door.

"Let me in? Please?" He pleaded, a tired sadness in his voice.

"I- I can't..." I secretly referred to the blood dripping down my arm.

"Why not, L/N?" He asked softly. I couldn't let him in... I'd only met the guy a few days ago, what the hell would he do if he saw what I'd done? Call my parents?? I'd be done for.

"'Cause I'm crying, Aizawa. I have an ugly crying face." I said not-so-convincingly.

"I have a feeling that's not all." He deduced.

"I-I fucked up." I said somewhat quietly, covering my face.

"What? What are you talking about? Let me in now, please." The concern in his tone grew.

"No! I can't, you just can't, this has happened plenty of times and I'll deal with it myself, I'm sorry-"

"You're gonna open the door or I'm gonna open it for you." I suddenly became reminded of my father. My chest began to shake again, as familiar memories flooded through. I heard footsteps receding, then quickly returning. I gripped the sink, staring into the mirror.

"A-Aizawa, I'm sorry-" He opened the lock from the outside, opening the door. He stood in horrified shock- a screwdriver in hand. He dropped it with a clang to the floor, now approaching me.

"What the hell happened?" I released my death grip from the sink, backing away from him with an instinctual fear.

"I- Uh-" His eyes went to the bloodied blade on the counter, narrowing then turning to me.

"You- you did this to yourself?" Aizawa realised, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry about the mess I've made in your bathroom, I'll clean it u-"

"That's what you're worried about? I don't care about the bathroom, I care about you-"

"I'm sorry." My own eyes began to well up again.

"Shit, uh, okay. First aid kit..." He mumbled to himself, turning to the cupboards and rifling through them.

I was in a full-blown panic. Fight or flight? My body seemed to pick flight by itself. I hurried for the door, not before Aizawa kicked it shut when I got close.

"Not a chance." He tried to hide his own panic in his voice. He gently took my arm, running it under the tap. Once all the blood was gone, he got out the bottle we all dread to see when we are injured- antiseptic.

"Nope..." I whispered, pulling away.

"Who knows how many times you used that thing, and where you've been keeping it?" He poured it over me, much to my displeasure. The bandages where then wrapped around it.