Aizawa Oneshots and More

Clueless Heartthrob (NSFW)

TL; DR - Making a Google Form for those who want to stay anonymous while requesting chapters/ideas. Once up, it'll be posted on my BIO on my profile, so it's a clickable link. Also, 100th chapter special ideas???? 

GUYS!!! Can you believe we are at 94 chapters?! That's insane! Almost to 100! Yippee! (staring at u all w my big ol beady autistic eyes) What do you guys wanna see for a 100th chapter special??? PUH LEASE leave me suggestions in the comments <3 

OH ALSO!! I was thinking, putting my brain to work (dangerous I know), and had an idea. I figure some people are shy of coming forth about their requests, so I was curious: would you guys like a Google Form? Like I do for my Janitor AI bots? That way you can request while staying anonymous <3 It'd be a little annoying I think because I don't believe you can copy + paste things off Wattpad. OH! I KNOW! I'll put it in my bio, on my profile! It should be clickable there. 

(spent like 20 minutes thinking this over and now I'm back) I've decided I'm gonna do it. Too lazy to rewrite this whole opening so I'm leaving it but I will be making a Google Form for those who want to remain anonymous while requesting fics.

This was requested by I_Should_Be_Sleeping_Now on Ao3!

An oblivious Aizawa x Fem! Reader

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There's a certain ritual you have. Every weekday morning at U.A., you make your way into the teacher's lounge fifteen minutes early, rain or shine, coffees in hand. Yes, plural. One for you, and one for him.

You tell yourself it's not a big deal.

You're just being friendly, supportive. Courteous to your coworker. If that coworker happens to be Shota Aizawa – stoic, grumpy, and unreadable – well, that's just a coincidence.

You enter the lounge, steam curling from the mugs in your hands, and find him in his usual corner chair by the window. Half-slouched, one leg folded under the other, grading papers with his pen held lazily. His scarf is coiled around his shoulders and his hair looks like it lost a fight with gravity. You resist the very strong urge to brush it out of his eyes for him.

He doesn't notice you at first, which isn't unusual. Aizawa can tune out a marching band when he wants to. You step in front of him, holding out the second cup with a smile.

"Here," you offer, trying to keep your voice neutral and not pathetically hopeful. "Brought you your usual."

He glances up, blinks once, then accepts the coffee without fanfare. "Thanks."

That's it. No eye contact, no smile. No teasing smirk or flustered reaction. Just a calm sip of the coffee and back to his papers. You linger for a second longer than necessary, hoping for... anything, really. A glance. A question. Something to show he feels what you feel. But nothing comes.

Defeated, but still not discouraged, you turn towards your desk and sit down with a sigh.

Behind you, a groan echoes from the couch area.

"Girl..." Midnight drawls, stretching out the word. "You're killing me. Just jump him already."

You nearly choke on your coffee.

"I — excuse me?!" you hiss, whipping around, cheeks hot.

Hizashi is sprawled beside her, headphones pushed back around his neck. "We're just sayin', you've been doing the 'coffee and longing stares' routine for a month now. Either confess or let me do it for you."

"Absolutely not," you hiss.

"Then do something," Midnight adds, raising an eyebrow. "You've the whole school thinking you two are a thing."