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Aizawa Shota x Reader

Rewritten, if you couldn't tell.

Imagine there wasn't a Nomu :)

The USJ was chaos.

Villains poured in like floodwater, and you were there, stuck on the edge of the action, standing behind Shigaraki like some awkward intern at her first villain internship. You hadn't moved a muscle—not out of loyalty, but sheer paralysis. You were supposed to be assisting with the attack, but no way in hell were you going near him.

Eraserhead.

You weren't dumb. Everyone had heard the rumors. The underground pro who didn't need to talk much—he just looked at you and you were done. Finished. Quirkless. Defenseless.

You were practically useless without your Quirk. And unfortunately, his quirk made you useless. You might've been cocky with others, but Eraserhead? He was a walking red flag wrapped in black capture tape and insomnia.

And now... he was staring at you.

Burning holes into your skull with those terrifyingly calm, tired eyes like he could see straight through you.

You shrieked.

Very villain-like.

Whipping around, you bolted in the other direction, your enhanced speed Quirk kicking in. Class 1-A paused mid-fight just to stare at your sudden, panicked flight. You could almost feel their judgment.

"How can someone so cowardly be a villain?"

It wasn't fair. You were just trying to live.

That thought had barely settled before a raspy voice slithered out of nowhere:

"Where do you think you're going?"

You skidded to a stop so fast your shoes squealed on the tile.

Your heart plummeted. That voice...

Turning your head slowly—too slowly—you were met with the sight of the very man you'd been running from. Aizawa stood just a few feet ahead, hair floating slightly, eyes glowing red behind his goggles.

You almost pissed yourself.

"How'd he catch up to me so fast?!" you mentally screamed. "I was literally using my Quirk—this is BULLSH—"

"Uhhh—away from you? " you blurted, before turning heel and sprinting the opposite way.

Bad idea.

A moment later, something warm and rough snapped around your waist and yanked you off the ground. Eraserhead's scarf. Damn it. You flailed, cursing your life choices and trying (and failing) to activate your Quirk.

"No, no, no, this is not happening," you babbled as he reeled you in like a fish. "I didn't even do anything—Shigaraki said I just had to stand there and look scary!"

"You're not going anywhere," Aizawa said coldly. "I'm not letting you get away like last time."

You stopped thrashing for half a second. Last time. So he remembered that. Great. Humiliating and terrifying.

Still wrapped up in his scarf, you tried to feign calm.

"Well, damn. Didn't think you were still thinking about me, Eraser~" you teased, forcing a smirk. "You sure this isn't personal?"

He didn't even blink.

You immediately regretted it.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," your brain screamed. "Why would you flirt with a man who literally erases your entire reason for existing?!"

"You've got guts talking like that in your position," he muttered, tugging you along behind him like a misbehaving toddler in a leash harness. "Try using them to think next time."

You huffed dramatically, still wriggling even though it was useless. "Tch. Kinda into the whole dominant thing you've got going on...but the kidnapping vibe? Little overkill."

Aizawa's only response was a sigh so exhausted it made you feel like you needed to apologize for existing.

The hallway passed in a blur as he dragged you toward the front of the facility, stepping over debris and unconscious villains like this was just another Tuesday. Behind you, his students—first-years—were handling an overwhelming number of enemies, working in tandem like a well-trained squadron. It was terrifying. Inspiring. More terrifying.

What the hell was he feeding them? Confidence?

The hallway opened up, and another pro hero appeared, dressed like an astronaut.

You blinked up at him, upside-down from your scarf prison. The name was on the tip of your tongue...

Aizawa grunted in greeting. "Thirteen."

Ah! That's who he was!

"Who's this?" Thirteen asked curiously, tilting their head.

Before you could come up with a cool villain monologue or even a half-decent lie, Aizawa answered flatly.

"A villain I failed to catch early in my career. Back when I was still transferring from General Studies."

You winced. That stung. "Geez, way to bring up the exes, babe."

He tightened the scarf.

"ACK—OKAY, noted!" you wheezed, flailing again. "Keep it professional, I get it."

"Much prefer you when you were still in general studies," you muttered.

He rolled your eyes. "And I preferred you when you weren't a villain."

The tension crackled.

Thirteen cleared their throat. "Well, the class just beat the portal guy. Reinforcements are arriving. You can take them and rest."

Aizawa didn't respond. He just turned and resumed walking, dragging you along like you weighed nothing.

You groaned dramatically. "You could at least offer me a piggyback ride if you're gonna parade me through the place like this."

He didn't even look at you.

"Ugh. Silent treatment. Kinda hot, not gonna lie."

He gave a tug.

"Okay! Okay! Jail it is!"