Scars (Aizawa x Reader)

Endeavor

You were sitting at your desk, watching the video from practical classes of class 1A with All Might. You needed to admit, that most of those kids, were really scary. Bakugo and Todoroki were above average, and Iida used his surroundings the best from all the students. However, you needed to remember to talk to Toshi, to remind him, that as a teacher he is responsible to take care of Midoriya. This boy really had the potential, but for now, he is just hurting himself. You were sure, that Recovery Girl wasn't happy to see him again, but this was none of your business.

You tuned to look at the video of class 1B from their practice and you sighed. You felt like those two classes will surely compete, in the near future.

You flopped into the desk, hiding your head into your arms. You were so tired. Again wasn't able to sleep well, especially that you came back home, quite late. After leaving school at around seven, you went for some shopping and stopped by the commentary. You weren't sure, if going there was a good idea, but you weren't there for about eight years. Too long. It made you feel bad, when you stood over your mom's grave. No matter how many years have passed you always felt quilt. You killed her, not being able to control your quirk. You became a murderer at the age of six. This one situation, brought some much pain onto your misserable, future life.

You got up and went to the window, opening it, taking a deep breath in. You felt like you were close to being sick. You lean back on the windowsill.

- Are you OK?- you turned around quickly, hearing a familiar voice behind you. Your eyes widened, surprised to see him.

- Yeah, just needed some fresh air- you answered, smiling a bit. You walked to the tea cattle and gave him a questioning look. He nodded his head, and you took two cups from the shelf, putting some coffee and sugar into them. You took the mugs with you and sit down at a small coach, where he sat down waiting for you- so what can I do for you ?

- I need those videos- he said, nodding on the resources on your desk- need to watch it, before my next class- you could see, the irritation in his eyes and chuckled a little, gaining his look- what?

- Nothing, its just surprising how much you try to hide, the fact that you care about them – he grunted giving you a serious gaze- don't look at me like that, you were always like that. You cared more, than you ever showed.

- And you talk as much, as you used to– you laughed a little, and took a sip of your coffee- can you just put them on?

- I just watched them- you said, with bored look on your face.

- Then you'll watch again, come on... to be honest I may need others opinion about those ... kids- you sighed and got up, putting the video and came back to the coach, smiling, seeing him getting ready, to go inside his yellow bag.

- Oi, but don't fall asleep- he stared at you for a while, and then turned to the TV, not even saying anything. You turn them on, and sit down, taking a small notebook from the table, and started making notes, riveting his attention. He gawked for a while, but never said anything. He turned his eyes into the screen and focused on the video.

This time, you focused more on their techniques, making notes, next to the names of the students. You smiled seeing, that you already made three pages long of notes, just after one fight. You stiffen, feeling something falling on your shoulder. You turned to side and smiled, feeling your chicks burn when you noticed his head on your shoulders. His eyes were closed, and he looked so calm. You gently put one of the locks, over his ear, uncovering his face.

You couldn't believe that after those ten years you felt the same squeeze in your stomach, whenever you looked at him. You weren't a teenager any more, so you had no right to feel that way, but you did. You loved him back then, and you loved him still. You raised your hand, closer to his cheek, but stopped in the middle.