teachers pet || shouta aizawa / reader

6

I wake up on the couch with Katsuki, movie credits still on the TV. We must've fallen asleep watching our movie marathon last night.

I check my watch and see its 30 minutes till class. "Katsuki, we have class in 30 minutes get up." I shake him violently awake. "you dumb bitch let me sleep."

"Katsuki i'm going to pour hot coffee on your dick if you don't get up."

He springs awake. "there he is!" I wrap my arms around his neck. "get the fuck off me" He pushes me off. "fine.."

~^~^~

"We're 10 minutes early remember Katsuki, best behavior!" I hoarsely whisper to him. "got it."

I open the door and go to front row desks, right across from Aizawa.

"I told you!' Katsuki whispers. "What?"

"he has his hair up y/n!"

I look at Aizawa and realize that he does in in fact have his hair up, and even a tie too. "Morning Mr. Aizawa!" I use my best 'teacher pet' voice. He doesn't say anything back, just a confused look. 

I think I broke his brain-

I look at the chalkboard to see if we're doing something like combat training, and thank god we don't. That'd be very hard to pursue my plan if we did.

Instead of combat training, I see that we're just talking about our classes impact in the recent society. Since the USJ attack, All Might retiring, and Katsuki winning the sports festival. 

"Mr. Aizawa?" I politely raise my hand, and give a ear to ear smile. "What, L/N?" 

"How can I study this if I wasn't here?"

"That's exactly why we're studying it, y/n. So you can see affect that you might have just like them." He finally looks up from his screen. "Okay, thank you for explaining!" 

This is a hard act.

"You're.. chipper." He cocks an eyebrow. "What ever do you mean?" I tilt my head to the side a bit. "What's your plan, l/n?"

"To become a hero. You?"

"To help you become said hero."

"Well, let me just say you're doing a.. fine job." I was so close to saying he was doing bad. 

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"Why is your hair up, Mr. Aizawa?" Kirishima interrupts his lesson. "cause he wanted to impress y/n!" Katsuki makes sure to not move his mouth. "the fuck are you talking about Katsuki?" I slowly turn my head to him, but then realize I broke character. "Y/N finally broke character." Aizawa tsk's from his desk. "And you still fucking suck at teaching!"

Breaking that stupid character feels amazing!

"After class for the last time y/n."

**5 minute time skip**

I finish crumpling my note, and chuck it at Kirishima. "Ouch!"

"Shut the fuck up shitty hair and read the note."

He scoffs when he reads my childish note. all it said was 'get rkt lol' 

"You're so stupid n/n." He shouted, throwing the paper back at me.

"Kirishima. Y/n. Stop throwing notes." Aizawa continued typing. 

Deciding to toy with him, I walk over to his desk. "fine then-"

I morph to a small cat, and jump onto his lap. "-I'll just hand deliver them."

"fuck her, fuck her, fuck her-" Katsuki chants under his breath. "Katsuki shut the fuck up before I claw your eyes out."

"Hey, he never said no-"

"Enough, both of you." Aizawa places me on my desk again.  "Damn you Aizawa.." I change back into my normal form, only to reveal my uniform got a little torn up. "Aizawa you tore my uniform. I hate you." 

I check my pocket mirror and see I have a huge cut under my right eye. "Where the hell did this come from?" I smear some foundation over it, which only makes it burn. "godammit-" I hold my hand over the cut. "Aizawa I need a fucking bandage!" I walk over to his desk. "That's a large cut, but you don't need recovery girl." His thumb grazes my cheek, making my mind go blank. 

He opens his drawer and hands me the bandage. "Aww you keep band-aids in your desk drawer, you're like an overprotective mom!"

**time skip, end of class**

"So EraseyBoi, whatcha want today?" I sit in the chair across from him. "If I have to hold you back here one more time, i'm expelling you. This isn't the place for this." He folds his hands onto his desk.

"Have fun getting my own father to expel me you dumb bitch." 

"Y/N. If you keep acting like this i'm transferring you to 1-B." His bloodshot eyes stare into mine. "You can't transfer me, i'm obviously your favorite student. You don't have the guts."  
"-and before you say something along the lines of 'I wouldnt make a good hero' I want you to think. that. over. You are in incompetent teacher and a fucking. weirdo." 

D-did I just say that to him?

I'm dead.

Officially.

Dead.