Aizawa Oneshots and More

A Noble's Descent Pt 2

I wrote a part two to this pirate AU :3 Let me know if you want a part three, or a two-ending chapter featuring both decisions that you'll need to make at the end!

Also, what other AU's do you guys want to see? Any specific trope or cliche? Lay it on me!

And of course, have fun reading!

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The metallic scent of blood fills the salty air, mingling with the shouts of the crew as the battle dies down. The body of the pirate captain slumps to the deck, lifeless. Your hands tremble still, fingers tightly wrapped around the hilt of the dagger. The crew cheers in victory, but you're frozen, staring down at what you've done.

Aizawa's sharp voice cuts through the chaos, his eyes locking onto yours. "What the hell were you thinking?"

He moves toward you, but everything around you feels distant – his voice, the crew, even the blood pooling beneath the captain's body. You've taken a life. Your breath catches in your throat, the weight of your actions settling deep in your chest.

You drop the dagger, stepping back, almost tripping over the uneven deck. The crew watches, some with smirks, others with concern. Aizawa's hand grips your arm, pulling you back to reality. His gaze is harsh, but there's something deeper in his eyes. "You could've been killed."

You try to swallow, but your throat feels tight, your words failing you. The cheers of the crew grow more distant, muffled, as your pulse thunders in your ears.

"I-I didn't..." you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper. But there's no denying what you've done. The dagger clatters to the ground as you step back, stumbling against the deck railing.

Aizawa doesn't let you retreat, however. His grip tightens and he pulls you forward with force that makes you stand straight. "Look at me." His words cuts through your fog, and your wide eyes snap to his. "This isn't your world. You don't just get involved like that."

You can barely process the weight of his words. The scene before you feels like a nightmare, the world spinning beneath your feet. The bloodstains on your hands, the lifeless body on the deck – it feels too much to handle.

Aizawa tightens his grip on your arm, his voice sharp. "Snap out of it." His gaze doesn't soften, not even a bit, but it's steady, grounding. "You need to stay focused."

"I didn't mean to... I just–" you stammer, voice catching in your throat. The reality of what you've done presses down harder, the deck beneath our feet feeling unsteady as if the world itself is shifting beneath you.

"You think that matters?" Aizawa cuts you off, his voice lowering into something colder. "Intent doesn't change what happened. You took a life."

You flinch at the harshness of his words, but it's exactly what breaks the fog clouding your mind. His grip on your arm remains firm, pulling you back to the present moment. The sounds of the crew – cheers, murmurs – come back into focus. But you can't tear your gaze from the blood that pools around the lifeless body.

"He was going to kill you," you whisper, almost to yourself. Your hands still tremble, but you try to steady your breathing, grounding yourself in the reality of the situation.

"Maybe he was," Aizawa mutters. But that doesn't mean you throw yourself in the middle of a fight you don't belong in."

His words sting more than you expect, making you jerk your arm free from his grasp. "I'm not helpless!" you snap, the adrenaline finally catching up with you. "I didn't do it for fun. I did it to save you. I need to get back home!"