MHA x Y/N // ONESHOTS

Assistant :: Aizawa

You took a deep breath in, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you stood in front of the classroom door. The halls of U.A. High School were buzzing loudly with the energy of students rushing to their next classes, but you were completely focused on the door you were about to enter.

As the new Assistant teacher at U.A., your responsibility had taken quite a leap, the principal- Nezu, insisted you assist none other than Shoto Aizawa. You knew him as the Pro Hero, Eraser Head, teaching the prestigious Class 1-A. You found it an honor, but you were intimidated.

Your hand rested atop the door handle, taking another deep breath in before opening the door and stepping into the class. Your eyes skid across the room, taking note of the very colourful students. Though, they quickly noticed you, immediately quieting down. At the front of the class, Aizawa stood, his unwavering gaze fixed on the students. His scarf hung casually around his neck. His eyes flit to you, lips parted as he spoke, 

"Everyone, this is your new assistant teacher, Y/N. I expect you all to be on your best behavior." His voice was quite monotone, "And Ms Y/N. You're here to observe. Make sure to keep an eye on everyone and help them if they need any."

You quickly nodded, "Of course, Mr. Aizawa.", feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement, you gazed at the students once again. You knew them to be potential Pro Heroes-in-training that are widely known for being attacked by the Villain League- And being chaotic, so you didn't know whether to feel intimidated or not. A blonde student immediately raised their hand, "Miss! Are you gonna stay and supervise us for a long time?", He grinned before a student with glasses and a very unnatural perfect pose spoke, "Kaminari! I'm sure they will tell you in due time!"

You'd stifle a chuckle with your hand, "Kaminari, was it? To answer your question, I will be staying for a few months. Please take care of me.", You'd bow politely before raising your head to see a few flustered students, "Please take care of us, too!", They respond.

A few days passed, and you naturally adjusted yourself to the atmosphere of the classroom, happily helping out the students in the class with their work. You did your best to memorize their names but you still somehow managed to mix them up. Throughout your classes, your attention keeps drawing back to the steel-cool homeroom teacher. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, and eventually, a few students caught on. Uraraka grinned brightly at you, waving you over which you did, thinking she had a question to ask. She leaned close to you, lowering her voice, "Mr. Aizawa is single, I'm pretty sure", Was all she said to make your face flush, "U...Uraraka- That's inappropriate... He's my teacher mentor...", You reply, rubbing the back of your neck as you hear someone approaching behind.

"Y/N.", You jumped, turning around to see Aizawa with his hands shoved inside his pockets. Something you've noticed that he does often. ".....Yes? Mr. Aizawa?", You reply nervously, praying to god he didn't hear what you were talking to Uraraka about. "You have easily adjusted to the class. You have been doing well these past few weeks."

You just got praised.

You didn't know how else to feel except for being proud of yourself.

Moments later the bell rings and Class 1-A files out of the door to make their way to the cafeteria for lunch.

Weeks would pass since you started your role as the assistant teacher at U.A. High. The routine of assisting in class had become familiar to you now. throughout the weeks, you couldn't help but get distracted by Aizawa, often finding his eyes find yours before quickly looking away. Your heart can't help but flutter each time. Lunchtime had arrived, and the classroom now stood empty as the students headed to the cafeteria.

You took a moment to organize the notes and materials, tidying up the classroom as you usually did during lunch break. Aizawa remained at his desk, his usual stoic expression in place. It was rare to have a moment of quiet with him, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and anticipation.