Problem Child (Maddie)

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Smiling, you greet your new co-workers, Midnight, Present Mic, Eraserhead, Vlad King, Cementoss, Ectoplasm, and All Might. Your eyes are glued to Present Mic and Eraserhead. They seem so familiar, but not in the sense that they are famous. You swear that you have seen them somewhere else.
"Problem child," says Eraserhead. It has been a long time since someone called you that. "You're here as a teacher?"
"Yeah, and? It sounds fun."
"What'll you teach? How to drive the teacher crazy?" By now, everyone has walked out of the room, having decided to leave this be.
"How do you know? I've never met-"
"I was a third-year during you're first year at UA."
"You were? That must be why you look a bit familiar. What's your actual name again?"
"Aizawa. Shota Aizawa."
"Oh yeah! I remember now! Shoulder-length black hair! And always sleepy and cranky!"
"Yeah. That's me."
"Cool seeing you again! I didn't know you became a teacher. You're, like, the least likely to deal with kids."
"Gee, thanks."
"Well, nice seeing you again! Oh, yeah, by the way, my job is to assist you in your class."
"Yay. I'm so excited."
He walks away with his cup of coffee, and you silently think that he is just as grouchy as ever. Shrugging, you following him to the classroom, bouncing and excited to start teaching. What will your students be like? Well, you are close to finding out. When you walk in, Aizawa has his arms folding and the entire class stops to stare at you.
Smiling, you wave and greet, "Hi! I'm Y/n L/n, also known as Jynx. I will be an assistant to Shota Senpai from here on out, and I look forward to working with you guys."
"Shota Senpai..?" the entire class echoes your words.
You do not realize how this sounds. Since you were young, you have been quite oblivious and airy, always just saying whatever comes to mind. Shota Senpai. That makes it sound like you are his girlfriend, but that does not click with you. Instead, you continue smiling at everyone.
Clearing his throat, Aizawa says, "Let's get to class everyone. You've been introduced, so it's time to work."
He avoids the dilemma entirely, and you do not even realize that it is there. Teaching is fun for you, and since you are slightly immature, the class eases up around you a lot, which is a big change from what they are used to. At lunch, you are sure to sit beside Aizawa.
Furrowing your brows, you ask him, "What do you do to these kids?"
"What makes you ask?" He gives you a glare since he just wants to eat in peace.
"They're so tense! It's like they're not allowed to have fun in school!"
"I haven't done anything to them. I just teach a bit more sternly than you."
"Well, I'm gonna be fun since you're a total drag."
"More power to you. Just don't turn them against me."
"I would never."
"Shall we discuss your high school pranks?"
"Touché."
After that, you are mostly in the teacher's lounge. Aizawa pulls random things out of his sleeping bag, which has you tilting your head. Where did they come from? No point in questioning him. He has always been weird from what you know. Lazy and never putting in any full effort. That is why he was from Class 1-B, though you suspect that his students do not know that.
"Want a juice box?"
"I'd rather have coffee-"
"I'm not giving a hyperactive child caffeine."
"I am an adult I'm twenty-eight-years-old!"
"You don't act like it. Besides, you're under thirty, so you're still a kid."
"That's not how it works! You're such a jerk! I don't want your spiteful juice boxes!"
"It's apple juice."
"I take it back. I want your spiteful juice box."
He tosses it to you. "Just as I thought. A true kid by nature."
Pouting, you sip on it as you glare, resembling a child entirely. Though, you will never admit it. He, on the other hand, will never admit how cute you look while acting like that. The both of you are in denial.
The two of you teach together very well. While he is giving a stern lecture, you will come behind him and do weird things, having the entire class holding back laughs. When this happens, he will simply say, "Y/n, go sit in the corner with the other kids." This, of course, has you pouting. You are not a kid! You are an adult! most days, that is.
"Problem child," he says one day. "When will you ever grow up?"
"I am a grown-up!" You stomp your foot a bit. "You're just a boring grandpa!"
"Boring grandpa? Really? When will you ever admit that you still act like a child?"
"Never! Because I don't! I'm just a bit unserious at times. I'm not thirty yet, so why should I be all mature and stuff? That's just boring and unfair."
"You're trying to teach a class. Be respectable."
"I am respectable! I'm a pro hero who's super strong and cool! I am the no. 8 hero of Japan!"
"That doesn't make you respectable."
"You know what you are? A mean and annoying bully You're always picking on me. I don't even know what I did to you."
"I'm not picking on you. Just calling you out."
"It doesn't matter what I do! You'll nitpick it!"
"I do not. I'm just looking out for you."
"No, you're not. You're just like everybody else when I was still in school. Making me sound like I'm just a problem everyone wants to get rid of. I'm a hero, too."
"I never said you weren't." Hesitantly, he places his hand on your shoulder. "I know you're a hero, and you're a good one at that. But being a teacher is another battlefield entirely and. I'm just worried about you."
"Well, don't. I don't need you to worry about me. I'm capable of taking care of myself, so leave it be."
"I'II worry about you no matter what." He wraps his scarf around your squishy waist and draws you closer.
Face getting a bit warm, you say, "Then learn not to. It's annoying as crap."
"Since when do I listen to little girls."
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm an adult."
"You still don't act like it, problem child."
"I'm not that problematic."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes." You bite your lip, which accidently draw his attention to it.
"I swear you're asking for it some days."
Releasing you, he walks off. On your face is a slight blush from the proximity, but you shake it off and play on your phone, bored. Even so, the scene keeps coming back to you. Why is he so worried about you, anyway? And what did he mean when he said you were asking for it? So many questions and no answers. This is not fair. He needs to explain himself. And soon, too.
When school is over, you find him for questioning. Upon seeing you, he turns around and raises an eyebrow. It is not very often that you come and find him. And even then, it is to ask obvious questions that somehow confuse you.
"Yes?"
"I have questions for you!"
"I swear to God if I have to explain how to use a stapler one more time-"
"No! I'm an expert at that now!"
"Then what do you want?"
"Earlier! You said you worry about me and can't stop! Why?! And what did you mean when you said I'm asking for it?! What am I asking for?! And how?!"
"Oblivious little girl finally got curious, eh?"
"I'm not a little girl! I'm two years younger than you, you jerk! Now answer my questions!"
"Let's go someplace else. It's not good to have private and personal conversations in front of the school we work at."
"Fine."
He takes you to his apartment, though you refuse to sit down. He, on the other hand, takes his seat on the couch.
"Well?" you ask, getting impatient.
"I worry about you because you're precious to me. And when I say you're asking for it...shall I really continue?"
"Precious? Seriously? How so? Because you think I'm a kid who can't take care of herself? Because-"
"No. I just love you."
"Love me? Seriously? What type of crappy love are you claiming now-"
He uses his scarf to drag you over, causing you to topple onto the couch. Then, he grabs your wrists, pulling you close to him. Before you can ask what is going on, he places his lips on yours firmly. He. loves me...in that sort of light.? I never knew...since when...? How long..?
Oddly, you find yourself enjoying the moment. It has been a couple years since you were last kissed like this. In high school, you dated a a bit, though none of the relationships lasted long. Afterwards, you knew a couple guys here and there, none of that lasted long either. Relationships were never your strong suit. Typically, you would he told that you are too
but troublesome or problematic; there were a couple of times where he said he only dated you out of pity, and decided that you did not have a good enough personality to justify being ugly.
Your last boyfriend was two years ago, and you thought it had been going well. But, then you found out he was just cheating on you. After that, you swore that you did not want to date a guy older than you. It appeared that usually when you did, they were just desperate and lonely; but the moment they found someone else, you were forgotten in an instant.
Remembering all of this, you tear yourself away from him, staring at the couch. He still holds your wrists, though your faces no longer make contact. Then, he cups your cheek, unsure of what to do about your sudden ripping away from him.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't do this. I'm not dating a creepy grandpa."
"It's literally two years. There have been way worse age gaps. At this point, you're making excuses."
"Every time I dated a guy older than me, they were just using me because they were desperate."
Frowning, he asks, "You've dated other men?"
"Yes-"
"That's a violation of rules. Bad kitty."
"What? Since when am I-"
"Since now. Kitten, come on. Don't reject me like this."
"I can't find a good reason to accept you. I mean, you're old, cranky. mean, you're always picking on me, and you think of me as a child. Now, you're calling me an animal."
"No. I'm calling you a kitten."
"Which is an-"
"You're being stubborn. Stop that, problem child."
"See? There you go again-"
He kisses your cheek, which shuts you right up as you begin to blush. "I'm not giving you much of a choice here. You're mine. I don't wanna see you talking to another man, looking at another man, or being in the same room as another man."
"That's just overly possessive."
"Do you think I care?"
"You should care. It's a little rude to act like that."
"Well, I don't care, so shut up." He kisses your forehead. "You're mine, you hear?"
"I belong to no one."
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah-"
He kisses you again and again, which has you too stunned to speak. You must admit, his kisses are sweet and passionate, always leaving you hungry for more. It is not long before you return each kiss, and that has him smirking. He has officially won. Your stubbornness has been defeated by his persistence.
Panting lightly, he asks, "You done fighting with me?"
"Yes."
"Good. You made that more difficult than it had to be, you know." He begins to toy with the ends of your hair, deepening your already prominent blush. "If you' d had just been a big girl and  listened.. it'd have been a lot quicker."
"Er-I have no obligation to listen to an old grandpa."
"This 'old grandpa' is your boyfriend now, so I'd be nice."
"Don't tell me what to do, gramps."
"If I'm so old, why don't you respect your elders?"
"Name one time I actually did that."
"Maybe you should start."
"Make me."
"Do you really want that?"
"I take it back."
"That's what I thought." He pulls you into his chest. "Let's stay like this awhile and sleep for awhile. it's been a long day." Still holding you, he lies down, keeping you between the back of the couch and him. "Go to sleep. Problematic children should take naps."
"I'm not a kid."
"And I'm not a grandpa, but you still insist on calling me that like a child would."
"If I stop calling you that, will you stop calling me a kid?"
"Sure, Kitten."
"Then it's a deal."
"You're a problematic kitty. Now be a good kitty and take a nap."
"Jerkwad."

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