A Spark (Aizawa x reader)

Past

When you went to sleep that night, you weren't expecting for your memories to bubble up again.

"Why do people hate me?"

Glancing up at the older man, he was a priest and an exorcist for true cross. Shiro fujimoto, he though he was only looking after you until your guardian came back. He knelt down so he was able to see your little 10 year old form better.

"Because you're different, but there's nothing wrong with that."

"Is it because I'm a monster uncle Shiro...?"

Shiro smiled and shook his head, placing his hand on your hair he smoothed it down to comfort you.

"Whoever fights monsters should see that in the process, they do not become a monster, and if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."

You wrapped your hands around his wrist and pulled his arm away from your head, setting with holding it to your chest instead.

"What does that mean?"

"One day you'll understand little one."

Snapping your eyes up, you sat up and fought back the tears that threatened to spill. You hadn't thought about Shiro, not since that day, it hurt to much.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the time, 6AM. Sighing heavily, you pinched the bridge of your nose, rubbed your eyes then got out of bed, may as well get an early start.

Once you were reading, heading to your door, you stopped and picked up the picture frame from the cabinet, smiling to yourself, you carefully removed it from the frame. It was you, Shiro, Rin and Yukio and a theme park, the photo itself was only a few years old.

Pulling your your phone, you removed the phone case, carefully folded the picture and slipped it inside before placing the case back on your phone, you grabbed your sword placing it on your hip and walked out the door.

"Take a deep breath..." you muttered.

Breathing in, you picked out five scents, rain, coffee, a dog, flowers and bread from the bakery around the corner, nodding to yourself, you pulled your beanie down a little more, stuffing your hands in your pocket you begun to short walk to UA, it was only 8AM but you needed something to do.

Jogging into the building, you jogged all the way to class 1-A and entered Iida was already there setting up so you decided to help.

"Thank you miss (Y/N)."

"We should be thank you Iida, you do this every day and get no reward."

"It is my job as class rep to ensure that the classroom is ready every morning." He said proudly.

Smiling, you carried on helping in silence, and when it was all down, you headed over to a window at the front and sat down. Pulling your phone out, you begun to idly scroll through it as you waited for class to start.

"Good morning miss!" Hagukure yelled.

Glancing up, you laughed softly and put your phone in your pocket, in front of you was the whole class eagerly smiling at you.

"Hello 1-A, I hope you're all well this morning?"

"Yes!" They replied.

"Will you tell us more about you?" Kirishima asked.

"Like what?"

"Whatever you like!" Mina grinned.

You nodded and they all drug chairs around you, sitting quietly they waited for you to speak. If you had to choose who looked most eager it would have to be Midoriya.

"Well, I suppose there isn't much to tell you I'm afraid. I didn't go to school, I started training at an early age for my own protection. I only had five people who were close to me, I'm not a pro hero, and I don't have a quirk." You mused.

"Wait, you're quirkless?!" Mineta gasped.

"Yup, I was born without a quirk." You shrugged.

"YOU'RE A DAMN WEAK QUIRKLESS?!" Bakugo roared.

You narrowed your eyes and the whole class went silent.

"Scary..." someone whispered.

"So intense..." another replied.

"Just because I am quirkless Bakugo doesn't mean I am weak. After all, Rock bottom has built more hero's than privilege."

Bakugo grumbled and crossed his arms, but he didn't say anything more on the subject, he simply closed his eyes and focused on his breathing.

"To be a teacher at UA without a quirk, you must have impressive combat skills." Tokoyami muttered.

"You're right, I do. Hand to hand combat and swordsmanship. I also know my way around hand guns and a few others."

"Were you in the military?" Midoriya asked.

"Nope, these were simply things I had to learn. I had to be strong, and grow up quickly, but that doesn't mean I'm not happy with how I grew up, I had the best people supporting me."

You smiled warmly at them all and the class door quickly opened. Aizawa stopped and blinked a few times.

"Put your chairs back and sit at your desks."

Groaning the students reluctant did just that. You removed yourself from the windowsill but stayed in that area, unaware that Aizawa had heard everything you had said from outside.

It just made him more curious, you gave them what they wanted, but you also left so much unsaid, was there something in your past you were ashamed off? He shook his head a little and shoved the thought to the back of his mind, he had a class of young hero's to teach.

"Right, todays class, types of villains." He mumbled.

You wanted him write on the chalkboard, putting up the different classes of Villains, then, at the bottom, in bold he wrote a word that made you blood run cold.

Demons