A Spark (Aizawa x reader)

Words hurt

Bringing a hand up to your face, you wiped the stray tear on your cheek and begun to walk once more. Your pace slowly started to increase and soon you found yourself running home. Thoughts flying through your head as you rushed to unlocked your door.

'Run all you want, you can't escape'

'You heard what Aizawa said about demons'

'He's revolted by them'

'By you'

Slamming the door shut, you rested your back against it and slumped to the ground, placing you arm on your bent knee, your head with the wooden door with a little thud.

"Demons are nothing but monsters..." you whispered.

Bringing a hand up to your chest, you clutched the fabric of your shirt in a feeble attempt to stop your heart from shattering, why did his words hurt so much?

Silent tears ran down your face, why did you care so much about what he had said? Maybe because it was true? Demons were nothing but monsters, he was right, but you were a demon, and you weren't a monster... were you?

"S..Shiro what do I do?!" You yelled.

But of course, you got no reply, nothing but silence followed your cry.

"I... I'm.. I'm not..." your voice cracked.

Sadness swelled inside you, not only sadness but anger. Sadness at the world, and how they viewed you, sadness at Aizawa for how he'd been treating you.

Anger at Satan for being your father. Anger at the word Aizawa used to describe demons, Monsters.

Oh how you hated that word, how you wanted to burn ever book that contained it, how you wanted to scrub that word from existence. It followed you around like the plague, it tormented you, stuck to you.

That word is what labelled you. Monster. Demon.

"Why... why is the world so unfair..." you whispered.

Standing up, you clenched your jaw and fists, angrily wiping tears away, you headed to your specialised indoor gym, hoping that a good work out would help clear your mind. Blue flames licked at your hands and up your arms as you walked but you paid it no mind, you were in your own home, you didn't need to hide it here, but part of you still wanted to, wanted to hide the truth of what you really were.

After hours of beating a punching bag, your hands were red, skin cracked with blood flowing through the gaps. Without bothering to clean the wounds, you simply walked to your bedroom, changed into your night clothes and collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the wall.

Rolling over, you grabbed the pack of cigarettes next to you, pulling one out you placed it between your lips, placing your finger to tee end, you produced a small flame to light it then put the blue flame out.

After a few hours of smoking, rolling around on the bed and punching the punching bag, you were exhausted. Eventually a dreamless sleep took over you.

Two days later and you were standing outside the class of 1-A. You skipped yesterday but you decided to come in today, liking the distraction. Inside you could hear the loud class and with a heavy sigh you slowly opened the door.

"MISS (Y/N)!"

You smiled a little and walked in, letting the door slam closed after you. Aizawa was in there but he was sat in a chair marking papers, he didn't bother to look up.

"Are you okay?" Uraraka asked gently.

Furrowing your brows a little, you nodded your head and walked over to her, taking a seat on her desk.

"Of course."

"Are you sure? You weren't in yesterday.." she muttered.

Her concern touched you, with a warm smile, you placed your hand softly on her head and nodded.

"I'm alright Uraraka, I swear." You replied lightly.

"Okay..."

You removed your hand and stood up, placing your hands on the back of your head, readjusting the beanie you wore.

"What happened to your hands?" Midoriya asked.

Bringing your hands in front of you, you gazed at the bandages for a second before dropping your arms to your sides.

"Oh... I just hurt them training is all."

He accepted your answer. Humming lightly, you glanced over the class noticing they were all looking at you.

"You should see recovery girl and get them looked at." Aizawa grumbled.

Your body tensed a little and your eyes widened a fraction before you returned to how you were. He was listening?

Quickly turning around, you shook your head and offered him a fake smile.

"It's alright, it's not to bad, really!"

"Bad enough to need bandages." He noted.

You had to think fast, you couldn't go to recovery girl, although she knew of your.. condition, her quirk reacted badly with your demon side.

"I like to heal naturally!" You blurted.

A pin drop silence followed and you cursed internally. How suspicious could you be?!

Aizawa blinked but shrugged.

"Okay."

With that, he went back to his desk and you let out a breath. Turning back to the class you decided to play some games to pass the time, unaware that they were all worried for you