teachers pet || shouta aizawa / reader

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0~(Y/N) POV~0

"holy shit, is that his sweatshirt?" Katsuki fakes a gasp as I lock the door to my dorm behind me. "Yeah, he told me to keep it for some reason. I thiiinnkkk it's now my new comfort hoodie." 

"Gasp!" He places his hand on his hip and flips his hand.  "Grow the fuck up. Now lets down our worries with alcohol."

~^~^~next morning~^~^~

I wake up to a beating headache, and a hangover. we have class today.. shit.

"katsuki wake the fuck up we have class." I kick him hard in the ribs, and he springs up. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU-" 

"Yeah yeah save it for later blow for brains."

** class time **

I look like a dried up skeleton as I walk into class, rubbing my temples counter clockwise. "(Y/N), Bakugou, good morning." 

I roll my eyes and scoff, sitting down.

He goes on to explain todays work, glancing at me every few seconds. I think it's because im wearing the hoodie he gave me yesterday. 

'dude. take a fucking picture, it'll last longer..'

I don't have the guts to say that aloud though.  "you two have been making eye contact for like 30 seconds. what happened yesterday?" katsuki nudges me with his elbow. "must've zoned out."

*5 minute time skip*

Aizawa wrapped up explaining our work for today, which is no other than combat training. Of course. "(Y/N)? Can I see you for a second?" Aizawa motioned for the hallway, and I followed him. "What do you want fuckbag."

"You look incredible ill. Don't tell me you're hungover.."

"looks like I don't need to, cause ya already know. Now if you don't mind.. I can barely walk right now so I should get back to my seat." 

"I'll take that as you can't do combat training?"

"probs not man" I sluggishly try and keep my humor.  "Alright, guess you're coming to the stands with me." He swooped me off my feet and held me bridal style. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOI-"

"Everyone, stadium. Now."

~^~^~

"Hey you said this was a one time thing, but now look at you. best friends forever!" I jump into the seat next to his in the overview room. "You're not well enough to battle. Plus, you have a.. calming presence." 

"Before you go any futher, you know my father told me everything about your conversation after I left right?"

He didn't actually tell me, I just want to know if he said something worth my time.

"seriously?" his voice goes shrill, and his eyes widen but he doesn't turn to look at me. "yes." I add some fake disappointment.

A worried and confused look stirs on his face, and I can't help but snicker. "No I don't. Gotcha!" 

He sighs in relief and turns back to the overview. "Why'd you look so worried there pencilhead?" I roll my chair next to his. "No reason."

I hear his phone buzz, and when he looks at it he groans. "Present mic is coming up here." 

I feel a smile form on my cheeks. Present Mic was my mothers friend, and i'd known him for most if my life. Though my mom has always been distant cause she's a hero. "Seriously?" I anticipate for the conformation. He nods, and the one and only bursts through the door.

"Uncle Mic!" 

Yeah, forgot to mention that's what I call him. "(N/N)!" He lifts me up in a hug. "Oh, you two know eachother." Aizawa's tone becomes more annoyed than usual. "wait, Mic, why are you here?" 

"Just came to check in on my best friend." He turn to Aizawa. "Okay there's absolutely no fuckin way you two are friends. You're polar opposites." I raise my brows and sit back down. "sometimes I wonder that myself (Y/N).." Aizawa whispers to himself. 

~^~^~
Present Mic left after about 2 battles, because he had hero work to do. "Still very odd how you two are friends pencilhead." 

"He's actually the one who gave me the idea for the hero name Eraserhead in high school."

"gasp." I bite my bottom lip to keep me from laughing at myself. "is it too late to do combat training?"

"You want to do combat training? hungover?"

"Yes sir." I fake a serious tone. "You'll be going up against.. Midoriya." He looks through some papers. "On it boss."

AIZAWA POV

I can't believe this girl. She's hungover and still doing combat training.

Kirishima and Kaminari finish their battle, and next up is Midoriya and (Y/N). Midoriya seems to either be going easy on her, or he's weakened. 

As i'm somewhat drifting off, I hear a very painful scream from in the arena. Oh no.

I look down only to see a highly injured (Y/N) and a guilty Midoriya.

I quickly run down to get a closer look. "Everybody go back to the classroom. Katsuki, you come with me to bring her to Recovery Girl." 

"Bu-"

"Now." I bark, and they run to the classroom.

~^~^~

"She has a permanent scar on her thigh, but other than that she should fully recover within 2 weeks." 

I sigh in relief, knowing that she'll be fine. Of course she would always be fine.. it's (Y/N) after all. 

"But you two should probably go. Would one of you alert Nezu of her condition?" 

I nod, and dial the rodent himself.

"Hello?" 

"Nezu. (Y/N) Is in recovery girls office, combat training left her with a scar on her thigh."

".."

"i'll be right there."

I hang up my phone, and sigh as I sit back down. "aizawa?" I hear a quiet squeak from (Y/N). "Yes?" I rush towards her side. "I- Uh- what's goin on here?" she tugs at the tight wristband covering her arm. "Midoriya went too far in combat training. You have a permanent scar on your thigh, but other than that you'll recover within two weeks." 

She tries to sit up, but I make sure she doesn't by gently pushing down her shoulders.. "Rest. You need it."

"Wait, how'd you know their was a scar on my thigh? k i n k y ." She smirks, and grips her sleeve tighter."Recovery girl told me. But I don't know how she found out." I chuckle a little. "Your father's coming in a bit. I just got off the phone with him."

Right after I said that, the rodent walked in himself. (Y/N)'s lips tug as she hugs her cuddly father. Realizing this is extremely awkward, I start slowly walking towards the door.

 "Goodbye (Y/N)."