Aizawa Oneshots and More

Only Him, Only Me

HIII GUYS!!! It is, once again, late at night, and I come to feed you all your dinner! :3

This chapter was requested by peanut286!

An obsessed! Reader x Becoming obsessed Aizawa!

I had so much fun writing this one. If it's well received, I might even do a part two~ 

Eat well, my darlings!

Requests are open <3

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The first note was easy to ignore.

A small, neat square of paper left on his desk one morning. Tucked under the edge of his coffee mug, folded twice. No name. Just a scribbled line of handwriting. Precise. Tidy. Not suspicious, just... odd.

"You always forget to rest. Please take care of yourself."

He tossed it without a second thought. Heroes got notes all the time. Fan mail, scrawled thanks, the occasional weird one. This wasn't the first, and wouldn't be the last.

The second one came two days later.

"The 9:30 espresso suits you better than the Americano."

He paused then. That was specific. Intimate. It hadn't been written like a compliment, just a fact. But that made it worse somehow. Someone was watching him – closely.

He glanced up at the security camera. Nothing ever looked back.

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It doesn't take long to notice the pattern. They aren't just notes. They're timed.

Every time he leaves something behind – a scarf, a half-eaten protein bar, or a folder full of forms – it will somehow reappear in the exact spot he would be the next day. Desk drawer. Office chair. Even the staff lounge fridge once.

And always with a note.

"I think you meant to keep this."

"Don't forget lunch today. You always skip Mondays."

"You looked tired yesterday."

It isn't the words. It's the implication: someone knows him. Someone is watching closely enough to know his habits better than he does. And they aren't trying to hide it.

At first, he figured it was Hizashi playing some kind of joke. But his best friend couldn't keep a straight face if his life depended on it, and besides – even Yamada didn't know what kind of coffee he drinks on Thursdays.

No. This is someone else. Someone persistent.

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The first time he sees them, he doesn't realise it's them.

Just a quiet figure sitting three seats down in the staff room, nose buried in a book. They don't look like much; normal clothes, average build, nothing standout. But he would notice, eventually, that they were always there. At the same cafe when he stopped by for his mid-week break. Sitting on the same park bench when he did his late evening patrol route. Walking by the same vending machine when he got his energy drinks after class.

Every time... you act surprised to see him.

"Aizawa! What a coincidence!"

"You like this place too?"

"Oh, hey! I was just on my way back..."

Too many coincidences. Too many "accidental" run-ins. And worst of all, you aren't doing anything wrong. Just... hovering.