Aizawa Oneshots and More

Beneath the Rain

Hi guys!! Kaida here :3 A small update before we get into the chapter:

I've published a new one-shot book! For none other than Satoru Gojo! Requests are currently open, and I'm in a BIG writing spree so PUH LEASE go and check it out if you're interested (praying hands)

On to the chapter!

Not so much an Aizawa x Reader but I just wanted to write something for him to get this update out !! Enjoy!!

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The quiet hum of the U.A. High School's hallways are a stark contrast to the life you left behind. As you stand outside Classroom 1-A, your polished appearance betrays none of the turmoil bubbling beneath your calm exterior. Principal Nezu had made it clear: this is your second chance. As long as you did your job and stayed in life, your past would remain exactly where it belonged – in the past.

You adjust your blazer, letting out a slow, steady breath before sliding the classroom door open.

The man inside doesn't bother looking up, even as you step inside and shut the door behind you. Aizawa Shota is slouched at the podium, a stack of papers in one hand and a red pen in the other. His infamous capture scarf is draped loosely around his shoulders, giving him the look of someone who could fall asleep at any moment – and still be prepared to take someone down if necessary.

"You're early," he says without preamble, his voice a low grumble that carries easily in the quiet room.

"I figured it would be better to start early than risk being late," you reply smoothly, stepping further into the room.

He glances up at you then, his dark eyes scanning you briefly. You meet his gaze without flinching, projecting the calm confidence you honed in your former life.

"This is your desk." He gestures to a smaller workstation near his. "You'll be assisting with lesson planning, grading, and, occasionally, keeping the kids in line. You'll also observe for the first week to get a feel for how things run.

"Understood."

Aizawa's gaze lingers for a moment longer before he turns back to his papers. "The students are... energetic. Don't let them overwhelm you."

"I can handle them," you reply, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

He doesn't respond, but there's a flicker of something in his expression – approval, perhaps? You're not sure.

As if on cue, the door slides open, and a wave of youthful energy fills the room.

"Who's that?" Kaminari exclaims, pointing at you with wide eyes.

"New assistant?" Mina guesses, her skin glowing with excitement.

"Maybe they're a hero!" Kirishima adds, grinning from ear to ear.

"Enough," Aizawa says, his voice cutting through the chatter like a blade. The students freeze, their curiosity momentarily stifled.

You step forward, your movements deliberate and composed. "I'll be assisting Mr. Aizawa for the foreseeable future. You can call me (L/N). I'm looking forward to working with all of you."

The class erupts into whispers and quiet speculation, but you ignore it, your focus remaining on Aizawa as he begins the lesson.

Throughout the morning, you observe carefully, taking in the nuances of how he handles his students. He's firm but fair, his authority unquestionable. It's no wonder he's so respected, even among his peers.