Aizawa Oneshots and More

Difficulties

Requested by @HaPpYcAmPeR196! "Can you do a fic where the reader has undiagnosed dyslexia and Aizawa has been noticing some signs?"

Sorry it's so short, I didn't really know what to write for this one! I can do a part two if people want it, but... yeah!

Disclaimer: I am NOT dyslexic and the interpretation of dyslexia in this short story is not an accurate representation! I am just going off what google says dyslexia is and what my dyslexic friend has stated. 

I hope people enjoy this one, as short as it is. 

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The buzzing of UA High School is a familiar background noise as you make your way to your desk in the teachers' lounge. As Aizawa's teaching assistant, your mornings are always full with sorting through paperwork, preparing lesson plans, and ensuring everything is in order for the day. Today is no different, except for the nagging feeling of frustration that has been building up inside you.

You sit down and stare at the stack of papers in front of you. The words dance on the page, refusing to settle into any sort of coherent order. You sigh, rubbing your temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache that is forming.

"Morning," you hear Aizawa's familiar voice ring through the air. You look up to see his usual sleepy expression in place as he settles into his chair.

"Morning," you reply, forcing a smile.

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The morning goes by in a blur of paperwork and preparations. You diligently sort through documents, but the words still dance on the page, frustrating you with their refusal to settle. You have experienced this before, and have found ways to cope with this annoying dance of letters, but today, however, seems particularly challenging.

During a brief meeting with Aizawa, you find yourself stumbling over a report. The letters shift and you have to squint to make sense of the text. You hesitate before reading aloud, trying to decipher the jumbled words.

The other teacher's eyes narrow slightly, but he says nothing, simply watching you with a keen gaze.

–

Later, as you are organising lesson plans, Aizawa asks for a summary of the materials you have prepared. You hand him your notes, feeling a knot of anxiety churn in your stomach. He scans through them and you can't help but notice how his brow furrows at the numerous corrections and crossed-out sections.

"These are a bit hard to follow," he says, keeping his tone neutral. "Can you walk me through it?"

You nod, feeling your cheeks flush lightly. "Sure," you say, doing your damnedest to keep your voice steady. "I was thinking we could start with a review of the last lesson, then move on to the new material. I've highlighted the key points here."

You can sense Aizawa's growing curiosity as he listens attentively. He doesn't press further, but you can sense that he is piecing together some sort of puzzle.

Throughout the day, Aizawa continues to observe you. When you ask him to clarify written instructions, he patiently explains, never showing any sign of impatience. He seems to be trying to understand you without pushing too hard; testing the waters so to say.

By the end of the day, you are exhausted. The constant effort to keep up appearances has taken its toll. As you pack up your things, you notice Aizawa lingering nearby.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, his voice softer than usual.

"Yeah, I'm just feeling tired," you reply, avoiding his gaze.

He nods, but you can tell he isn't convinced. "If there's anything you need help with, just let me know."

Managing a small smile, you reply back to him. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

–

You arrive at UA High School the next day feeling slightly more refreshed, but the anxiety from the previous day lingers. You try to shake it off as you prepare for the usual training session with class 1-A.

As the students gather in the training ground, Aizawa lays out the plan for the day. He explains that the exercise involves a series of coordinated manoeuvres to simulate a real life rescue scenario. You listen carefully, but as he goes over the steps, the words only blur together. You catch snippets here and there, doing your best to piece it all together.

"Got it?" He suddenly asks, looking between you and the students.

Hoping you understood correctly, you nod.

The training begins and the students move into their assigned positions. You are supposed to direct them based on Aizawa's instructions, but as the exercise progresses, you realise you have misinterpreted a key part of the plan.

"(Y/N), we need you to guide Bakugou and Kirishima to the south exit," Aizawa calls out.

You nod and relay the message, but in your confusion, you direct the pair to the north exit instead. The mistake quickly becomes apparent as the students end up in the wrong place, disrupting the flow of the exercise.

Aizawa quickly steps in to correct the situation, his eyes narrowing. "Everyone, hold on. Bakugou, Kirishima, move to the south exit as planned," he instructs, his voice calm yet firm. "(Y/N), can I talk to you for a moment?"

Your heart sinks as you follow him to the side of the training ground, the feel of the students eyes on you only adding to your embarrassment.

"(YN), what happened?" The hero asks you, his tone calm but more concerned now.

Trying to steady your nerves, you take a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Aizawa. I must have misunderstood the instructions."

Aizawa studies you for a moment, his expression softening. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened," he murmurs gently. "I've noticed you've been having trouble reading and following certain instructions."

Feeling a lump form in your throat, you bite your lower lip. "I... I've always had a hard time with reading. I try to manage it, but sometimes it's too much."

Aizawa nods, his gaze understanding. "Have... you ever been evaluated for dyslexia?"

The question catches you off guard – you have always suspected, but never sought a formal diagnosis. "No, I haven't," you admit.

"I think it would be a good idea to get evaluated," Aizawa states softly, just loud enough for you to hear. "There are ways to manage it, and you don't have to do it alone. I can help you find the resources you need."

"Thank you, Aizawa," you say softly, feeling a wave of relief wash over you at his words. "I'll look into it."

He gives you a reassuring nod. "In the meantime, we can make some adjustments to help you out. Let's get back to the training, and I'll make sure you fully understand the material from now on, alright?"

You nod once more and smile brightly at him, knowing that with his support, you could handle whatever challenges lay ahead.