Aizawa x Reader (First Person POV/Lemon&Fluff)

Regular Romance (Lemon)

You resigned as a teacher for UA High at the age of 22. You were the youngest teacher to ever start teaching at UA. Starting at 18, as the youngest Hero, you left today after 4 years.

Your excuse?
It was too stressful being around kids her age and none of them taking you seriously when you try to discipline them.

The truth?
You were desperately in love with Eraser Head.

It was almost paralyzing how much you loved Aizawa. Everything he did made you smile. Everything he said made you red. You left the school with all of them, even Eraser Head, waving you goodbye.

Truth be told, you didn't want to get in Aizawa's way of a fully professional career. You knew how much he adored his quiet time and sleep. Though, on that day in which you left, he seemed sad.

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It had only been a couple day since you resigned and left UA High but you missed Aizawa so much it hurt. You cried the day after you left thinking that you made him upset, leaving and all. You tried to call him but as usual he didn't pick up.

Probably saving some people. So you didn't call again. As you walked around your house, underwear and baggy shirt with no shoes. Messy hair and tired eyes, someone knocked on the door muffled from your music but still noticeable.

You had order a pizza, and normally a nice woman delivers it so you didn't think much of it as you turned down the music, grabbed the money owed, and headed to the door. Your (h/c) strands of hair falling in your face as you stood up. It was hard not to dance to the music you were listening to but you resisted it as you opened the door.

You looked through your hair as a black figure, odd because the pizza place uniforms were a dark blue. You held the money out and looked up.

"Here's the mon-" You lost your words seeing Aizawa Shouta standing in front of you, his face gradually getting red despite it being hidden behind his hair. One hand was in his pocket, the other holding your pizza. He must have intercepted the pizza delivery girl!

Why— Why is he here!?

Your face grew bright red as you hid behind the door. "Oh! Aizawa... Eh... Come in! I-I didn't... Know you were delivering the pizza."

"Tha..." He cleared his throat as he walked in. "Thanks, (y/n)." He sat your pizza on the coffee table.

You closed the door back and pulled your baggy shirt down over your underwear, praying he hadn't seen the pattern. You went over, sneaking behind him slowly and towards the hallway to your bedroom.

"I... I'm gonna go... Grab... Uh... Pants..." You mumbled under your breath in a flustered mess as you ran down the hall and into the bedroom not noticing his hand going over his blush covered face.

A few minutes later, you walked out after calming yourself down and getting a suitable pair of pants on and a bra. You walked back into the living room and looked around. Aizawa sat on your couch facing the TV, music still playing in the background, pizza opened but not touched.

You smiled to yourself before going over and sitting in the love seat near the couch. You picked the pizza box up and scooted to the end on the love seat closer to where Aizawa was sitting on the couch.