~G/t oneshots~

I would never hurt you

This was not requested lol. It's based on a tumblr comic made by @/mystic-gt ! It was so cute and there should be more mha g/t... I'm just saying. Anyways, enjoy!

    
     I always had mixed feelings about my quirks. I technically had two quirks: one was element manipulation and the other was shrinking. I used to be much more open about both of them, but eventually, I became closed off about the second one.
     The quirk's mechanics are sort of hard to explain. I can grow or shrink whenever nothing is directly touching me or limiting my space in some way. I really could only shrink down to about 2.5 inches, and grow back from that height. If I became too injured while I was small, then I couldn't grow back to my normal height until I had healed enough. 
     My "friends" in elementary school were amazed when I would shrink for them. They soon started asking that I shrunk every time we hung out. I didn't mind, since they just seemed curious and excited. One day, they said that they had a surprise. The asked me to shrink, which I did. They then held me in their hands so that I couldn't grow back. "What are we doing?" I asked curiously.
     "We're playing dolls. And you're our special dolly!" The said, squealing and giggling. It didn't matter that I didn't want to play. They held me the entire time so that I couldn't grow. They dressed me up in uncomfortable Velcro dresses that scratched my skin, and treated me as if I was a doll. I had scrapes across my back and bruises on my waist for weeks afterwards.
     Once they finally had their fun and let me grow back to normal, I didn't shrink in front of them ever again. I decided that no matter what happened, the people who were close to me were never going to be able to hurt me like those girls did. I loved playing with them. I trusted them. And they threw my trust away the second they had some power over me. I wouldn't let it happen again.
     This is not to say that I stopped using my quirk. It was still very useful, especially in stealth and some combat operations. I tended to use it if I needed to squeeze in between spaces or dodge large objects that were thrown my way. It helped me get into UA, the most prestigious hero high school in all of Japan. I joined class 1-A, where the ever tired and stern Aizawa was our homeroom teacher.
     I improved both of my quirks over the course of the year, getting better at controlling and applying them. My classmates sometimes asked if I would shrink for them. I always politely declined, usually using the excuse that it used up energy and we still had practice sparring later. They never pestered me too much about it, which I was grateful for.
     When the class went to USJ for practice, there was a surprise villain attack. I was in a group of students who were quite far from the exit. We all held our own the best we could, trying to fight our way to the exit. I was making use of both quirks to try and escape to the exit. It was slow going, but I kept fighting. Slow progress was still progress.
     The attack was almost finished. I was so close to the exit when a villain caught me by surprise in my small size. I struggled in his grasp, my eyes filled with determination. It wasn't going to end like this. The villain's face morphed into a sinister smirk. He began squeezing me tighter and tighter. I could feel my body compressing and winced in pain. It didn't stop me from using my other quirk to continue doing damage to the villain.
     I struck a nerve when I burned the villain's hand. He cried out in pain, dropping me in the process. I tried to grow back before I hit the floor but found that I couldn't. The many scrapes, bruises, and sore limbs that I acquired from the fighting must've passed my threshold for injuries while I was tiny. I'd have to wait to grow back again. With this in mind, I sprinted away from the scene and hid in a pile of debris.
     I knew I couldn't make it to the exit. Aizawa was fighting multiple villains right there. I'd just have to wait it out. I watched as Aizawa expertly dealt with the villains and finished the fight. Obviously, this was when I was supposed draw Aizawa's attention to myself so that we could both get out of here. But I didn't. I stayed hidden, thinking about the promise I made to myself all those years ago. I watched as Aizawa left USJ to talk to Recovery Girl.
     They talked to each other for a little bit, then Aizawa began counting the students who were outside of the USJ. While his back was turned, I crawled out of the debris. Everything hurt, and I winced as I picked myself up off the floor. Meanwhile, Aizawa counted everyone again before turning and re-entering USJ, looking for someone. He was likely looking for me, as it appeared that the rest of my classmates had made it out.
     "Y/n? Are you in here?" He asked. I didn't have any time to hide away again. After I spent all of that time pulling myself out of the debris, it was too much effort to try and hide again. A few short minutes of searching led Aizawa right to me. He kneeled down and slid his hand underneath me, easily lifting me off the floor. Without a word, he stood up and walked back to the rest of the class. "Alright, let's go," he said sternly.
     I had tensed slightly when Aizawa picked me up. I doubted that he noticed. As he carried me, I had my knees curled up to my chest. My arms were wrapped around my knees, and I was trying to distract myself from the plethora of negative thoughts in my head.
     "He doesn't really care about you."
     "He will take advantage of you."
     "You're a fool for thinking he's different."
     I tried to push these and other thoughts out of my mind. The walk felt much longer than it did on the way there. My distress was slightly visible on my face. If Aizawa noticed, he didn't say anything. Eventually, we reached the main campus. The other students grabbed their things and went home, as the rest of the classes had been canceled for the day. Meanwhile, Aizawa walked to his office with me in his hands.
     He finally addressed me. "You are too injured to grow back, correct?"
     I swallowed nervously but nodded. If I could, I would've grown long ago. The anxiety was creeping up my spine.
     "I do not understand." Aizawa began. "You seem more tense and afraid of me than you were on the battlefield." Aizawa said, raising an eyebrow.
     I chuckled awkwardly. "I'm just shaken up from the fight, t-that's all," I said nervously. It was definitely a lie, but I hoped that Aizawa would buy it.
     I should've known better. "Interesting. I saw how determined you looked, even while being squeezed to death by a villain." Aizawa said calmly. I froze. He had definitely caught me in a lie, so my options were limited. I continued to avoid eye contact with him and nervously wrung my hands together. "You seem more afraid of me than you did on the battlefield," he repeated. "Why?"
     I fidgeted in his hands. There was no other option except to tell the truth. Keeping my head down, I mumbled, "I... I just don't want to get hurt by people I care about." Having admitted it out loud was almost like speaking my fears into existence. The anxiety was looming in my mind now. Tears welled in my eyes and began trickling down my face. I wanted to be anywhere but here right now.
     I was removed from my thoughts when Aizawa sighed. "I see," he said shortly. Was that it? He paused for a moment, thinking. "Hey," he said, noticing that I wasn't looking at him. Aizawa's tone was a bit softer than usual. I felt his finger touch the bottom of my chin. I froze, waiting to see what he would do.
     "Look at me," he said. As he did so, he lifted his finger so that it tilted my chin upwards. My face was now angled towards his in such a way that I couldn't look at anything else. My wide eyes met his tired ones. The tears were free-flowing at this point. My chest was heaving and my heart was zooming.
     His eyes were locked onto mine as he talked. "As a pro hero... as your teacher," he began firmly. "I would never hurt, nor let anyone hurt any of my students." He paused, moving the index finger that was underneath my chin. Using his thumb from the same hand, he carefully wiped the tears from my cheeks. "And that includes you." He finished. His voice had a softer characteristic that he didn't use very often. "Do you understand?"
     A few more tears escaped my eyes, which Aizawa calmly wiped away. "I... understand," I said. It might take me a while to believe. But for now, I knew I was safe in this moment. Aizawa made sure of that.

Author here!
Don't ask where the motivation came from. I really don't know. I wrote this in an hour 😲This comic actually made me so happy so I turned it into a story! Plz go look at the og bc it's so cute AH. I need more protective Aizawa g/t in my life. As always, let me know what you think and stay safe and awesome!
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