Aizawa Oneshots and More

Weddings Pt 3

giggling -  hi everyone! You guys really seem to like the Weddings chapter and not only wanted a part two, but a part three as well. So here I am, to deliver!

This is the final chapter of Weddings, but I may make a fourth one depending on how people respond to this chapter. Overall, have a fun read, and stay safe out there!

(I personally left this chapter open ended to make room for a potential chapter 4, or for your own endings you come up with!)

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The days following your argument with Aizawa are a blur of silence and avoidance. You throw yourself into your hero work and teaching with a renewed focus that borders on obsessive, anything to keep your mind from wandering back to him. There's a dull ache in your chest that never quite leaves, a constant reminder of how things went so wrong between you and the man who had become the center of your world.

Every time you walk into the UA hallways, you steel yourself for the chance encounter – those fleeting moments where you might see him, his stoic expression giving nothing away. But you're not so easily fooled. You can feel the tension in the air, the way his gaze lingers just a second longer when you pass by, the unspoken words hanging between you like a storm waiting to break.

You start arriving earlier, staying later, timing your movements so that you never have to run into him. You avoid the staff lounge during lunch, opting to eat alone in your classroom. It's easier this way. It's less painful than pretending everything's fine when it clearly isn't.

It doesn't go unnoticed, however. Your absence becomes a quiet question on everyone's lips. Present Mic, with his ever-observant eyes, is the first to corner you.

"Yo, (Y/N)!" He calls out one afternoon, sliding into the chair across from you in the nearly empty lounge. "You've been a ghost around here lately. What's up? You and Eraser on a break or something?"

Your heart skips a beat but you force a casual smile. "Just been busy," you murmur, keeping your voice light. "A lot on my plate with the students. Extra patrols, too."

Present Mic raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. He leans in a little closer, dropping his loud tone for something more serious. "You sure? 'Cause it looks like more than just hero work's bee keeping you up."

Feigning indifference, you shrug. "I'm fine, Mic. Just trying to stay focused."

He watches you for a long moment, then glances towards the door as Aizawa walks in. The tension in the room instantly shifts, a silent heaviness that makes your chest tighten. Mic looks between you two, the unspoken distance glaringly obvious.

"Right..." he says slowly, leaning back. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me."

You nod, grateful for the offer but knowing full well you won't take him up on it. Your eyes flicker briefly to Aizawa standing by the door as Mic gets up and leaves, his gaze fixed on you for a moment too long before he looks away.

You bite your lip, forcing yourself to gather your things and head out of the lounge before you crumble. The distance between you and Aizawa isn't just physical anymore – it's a canyon, wide and treacherous.

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Aizawa isn't one to let emotions rule him, especially not at work. But as the days pass, he can't shake the feeling that something is off. At first, he chalks it up to the argument, a typical fight that would blow over in time. But when you stop showing up for staff lunches, when you start avoiding meetings unless absolutely necessary, he knows it's more than just a fight.