A Spark (Aizawa x reader)

Fragile

Mephisto quickly took you back to True Cross, settling for placing you in his bed, he turned to Amiamon who came in quickly.

"Keep an eye on her, I've let Yukio know. Should anything happen call me immediately." Mephisto said sternly.

"Of course big brother."

Amiamon crawled onto the bed next to you and simply stared at you, gently pulling Aizawa's jumper up to cover you. Your eyes were frightful and wide as you stared back.

"You'll keep me safe.. right Ami...?"

"I won't let anyone hurt you little sister."

Nodding, you buried your face into the fabric of  the jumper.

Happy you were safe with Amaimon, Mephisto quickly returned to UA, casually walking back into class 1-A he was bombarded with questions.

"Please, one at a time!" He huffed.

Taking a seat on one of the tables, all the students crowded around him. He didn't know any of their names so he would just have to remember faces.

"Will she be okay?" Uraraka asked.

"She'll be okay in a bit yes."

He hoped.

"Where is she?" Momo asked next.

"She's safe, and she's not alone."

Midoriya stepped forward, a determined look on his face.

"What happened to Miss (Y/N)?"

"I suppose you mean how she got the scars?"

The green haired boy nodded. Mephisto sighed and ran a hand through his hair before deciding to tell them.

"I will not tell you all the details, you must understand some things are better left unsaid."

The whole class nodded and sat down in front of him.

"What I can tell you, is that all (Y/N)s life she has been hunted, searched out like an animal in hiding. At this time, she was only 8, still a child you see. I had some things to do, and in my mistake, I left her alone. I left him get her."

Mephisto clenched his fists and fought to keep his anger in control.

"He got her, and he did some horrible things to her. Those scars you saw are not her only ones. It took weeks before we could find her, and when we did I feared it was to late, but she was alive, weak, but alive. Before we could get to her in time, they released a demon on her, a nasty demon it was, this demon is the kind of demon to hunt everything and anything. It resembles a bear. Before anyone could stop the demon, it attacked her, badly wounding her stomach. It took months to close up, but the scars never healed properly, they've always been pinkish, and she often has nightmares. Not only about what happened but the things that was said everyday."

Mephisto sighed again, turning his gaze to the window.

"She May seem strong, but believe me, she's not. (Y/N) is fragile."

The whole class were sniffling and in tears about the story. Their favourite teacher had suffered so much? Yet you were still so kind and happy.

"I think she's strong!" Bakugo yelled, "(Y/N) isn't fragile, she's the strongest damn person I've ever known! Even stronger than All Might!"

"Kacchan..." Midoriya whispered.

Because anyone could stop the hotheaded hero in training, he stormed out of the class, leaving them all in shock.

"She's had quite in impact on you all." Mephisto smiled.

"She's has more of an impact on Bakugo then anyone. Out of all the students she spends most of her time with him." Aizawa said.

Mephisto hummed, then jumped up with a clap.

"I know! How about we make her something!"

They classes cheered and agreed, all liking the idea of making something to help you feel better. So with some help from Aizawa and Mephisto they were quick to work.

"Why is she still holding onto the past?" Aizawa asked quietly.

"I'm afraid I don't know, but it's going to destroy her if she can't let it go."

Truth be told, Mephisto was terrified for you. Day by day you were getting worse, and slowly but surely you were going to be lost completely, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to loose you, it would not only kill him, but it would break Amiamon's heart, and it would destroy Rin and Yukio.

"She's like a bomb." Aizawa suddenly said.

Mephisto turned to him. Aizawa had his arms crossed and his gaze focused on his class.

"She's not fragile like a flower. I can see it clearly, (Y/N) is fragile like a bomb, and I don't know why but something tells me she's about to explode."