Piece By Piece Aizawa

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(Y/n) sniffles and looks at her father. "All I remember is your back, walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past. I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you, begged you to want me, but you didn't want to."
The man crosses his arms.
The 1-A students watch their homeroom teacher's wife from a short distance.
Aizawa looks at the man.

"But piece by piece, he collected me up off the ground where you abandoned things. Piece by piece, he filled the holes that you burned in me at six years old."
The student's eyes widen as she reveals her scars.
Shota rubs (Y/n)'s back.
"Mrs. Aizawa," Momo mumbles.
Mina and Denki look at each other sadly.
The man looks away.

"You know, he never walks away, he never asks for money, he takes care of me, he loves me. Piece by piece, he restored my faith that a man can be kind and a father could stay."
The (h/c) man looks at his daughter and opens his mouth to speak but she cuts him off.

"And all of your words fall flat. I made something of myself and now you wanna come back. Your love it isn't free, it has to be earned. Back then I didn't have anything you needed, so I was worthless."
"I never said that."
"You didn't have to." Shota mumbles, glaring at the older man.
The said man glares back. "She is my daughter. You have to right butting in."
"I am her husband."

Tears stream down her cheeks as she puts her hand on her stomach.
"Piece by piece, I fell far from the tree. I will never leave her like you left me. She will never have to wonder her worth, because unlike you I'm gonna put her first."
The students' eyes widen in shock. None of them knew she was pregnant.
Shota holds her waist.

"I know he'll never walk away, he'll never break her heart, he'll take care of things, he'll love her. He restored my faith, that a man can be kind and a father could be great."
The man clenches his fists, looking between the husband and wife.
"I suggest you leave and don't come back this time." Aizawa threatens in a low tone.
The man looks from the man to his daughter. "You will always seek my approval and attention. I'm here now darling."
"No! I don't need you anymore. I no longer need validation from anyone! I have love from Shota and these students. They look up to me."
"Then don't expect me to give you anything if you come crawling back."
"She won't have to. She has me." Shota growls and holds (Y/n) close.

The old man glares at the raven haired teacher then his daughter before leaving.
(Y/n) takes a couple shaky breathes and curls into her husband's chest.
"Mrs. Aizawa are you ok?" Shoto asks, walking over.
The rest of the students follow, also voicing their concern.
"How far along are you?" Mina asks instead.
(Y/n) laughs softly. "I'm about four and half months along."
"Was that seriously your dad? He sucks." Mineta mumbles, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry you had to see that children. I wasn't expecting to ever see him again, especially not here."

"Mr. Aizawa is totally a knight in shining armor." Mina squeals quietly to the girls
"I wouldn't consider myself a knight Mina. Now we should all be getting back into the dorm. You all have homework due." The teacher comments, looking around at his students.
Most of them grumble at the idea of homework.
(Y/n) smiles softly and walks next to Bakugou. "Your hands are still clenched. Were you going to explode my father Katsuki?"
"It pisses me off. Made me think of Deku's dad. He's never around either. I bet he'll come around the same way yours did."
"I'm sorry we can't all have awesome dads like yours."
Bakugou sighs but nods. "He's a pushover but at least he's there and I know he loves me."
(Y/n) ruffles his hair and he walks away.

Shota walks over and holds his wife's hand.
She smiles up at him.
"You realize now that they know, they won't leave you alone. Or me."
"I'm sorry." (Y/n) mumbles softly.
"It's ok. They would have guessed soon enough."
"True. I love you Sho."
"I love you too." He whispers and kisses her gently.
Mina squeals again seeing her teacher and his wife showing affection.

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