Aizawa Oneshots and More

Faker

Hello!! I tried a different approach to this chapter; I hope you like it! And remember, requests are open! 

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The hallways of UA are just as you remember them – tall, pristine, and humming with an energy you haven't felt in six years. Your footsteps echo as you make your way towards the faculty office, each step heavier than the last. You have promised yourself you wouldn't come back here, not after everything that happened. But promises are hard to keep, especially when it comes to hiding from someone who never stopped hunting.

Now, here you are, a new teacher at UA, the last place you want to be – and the one place you know you couldn't avoid him.

Pausing just outside the faculty office, your hand rests on the doorknob. For a moment, you wonder if this is a mistake. You have spent years keeping your distance, staying hidden, and pretending you didn't exist. And now... now you are about to walk right back into his world. Would he recognise you? Would he–

No. You straighten your back and take a breath. You can't let yourself think like that. You have to stay focused. You aren't that person anymore; you're just another teacher now, nothing more.

You push the door open and step inside. The familiar scent of coffee and paperwork hits you immediately, bringing with it a flood of memories you try so desperately to push away. Your eyes scan the room, and there, sitting at his desk with a tired expression, is Shota Aizawa.

For a split second, your heart stops. He looks... the same. Maybe a little more worn around the edges, his hair falling messily around his face, but still unmistakably him. The sight of him after all this time sends a pang through your chest, and you have to look away before he catches you staring.

Please don't look up, you silently beg. Please don't recognise me.

But luck is not on your side. You feel his gaze shift, and when you look up, his dark eyes are staring directly at you. There's no spark of recognition, no flicker of realisation, but his brow furrows slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment too long.

"You're the new teacher?" he asks, voice low and indifferent, but those eyes... they don't leave you.

You swallow, forcing a neutral expression as you nod. "Yes. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Aizawa."

There. Simple. Calm. Like you are meeting him for the first time.

But your heart races as if you are standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall to the rocky waters below.

Aizawa's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before turning to the paperwork on his desk. For a second, you nearly let out a sigh of relief, but the tension in your shoulders just wouldn't ease.

You've gotten through the first meeting. He hasn't recognised you. Yet.

Moving further into the room, you busy yourself with finding your new desk, trying to focus on the mundane task of setting down your bag and arranging your materials. But you can still feel him – his presence, the weight of memories pressing down on you, memories you have spent six long years trying to bury.

Sitting down, you stare blankly at the stack of papers before you. This is your new normal now. No running, no hiding. Just a teacher, like everyone else. But in the corner of your mind, the gnawing feeling that this would never last creeps in.

"Your class starts tomorrow," Aizawa's voice interrupts your thoughts. He hasn't looked up from his papers, but his voice carries that same authoritative tone it always had. "Be prepared."