Random One-Shots

Shota Aizawa| Butterflies

Kiyo Kusumi: She's a third year General Studies student who's had a crush on Shota Aizawa since her first year. She tried to chalk it up to just a teacher crush but it never went away.

Quirk: Whenever she wants, the breath she exhales can turn into butterflies. Although sometimes she does it unintentionally when she sneezes.

Age: 18
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I stopped at the open door of 1-A and peeked in, seeing Mr. Aizawa stretch, releasing a slight groan before going back to some papers he was grading. He looked extra tired today then what he normally does.

I stepped into the room with a smile and knocked on the edge of the doorway, "Hi Mr. Aizawa."

He turned to me with his eyelids half drooped, "Oh hi Kusumi."

I approached his desk with my hands behind my back before looking down at all the papers on his desk. "Do you need any help, Mr. Aizawa?"

"No, I'm fine."

I pursed my lips before standing behind him and started messing with his hair. "Can I braid your hair? I promise it won't be too distracting."

He sighed, "Fine, do whatever you want."

I ran my fingers through his messy hair, silently humming to myself. I grabbed a piece of his hair near the top before separating it in three small sections. "You seem tense, Mr. Aizawa. Is it because of everything that's happened lately?"

He didn't answer me at first and I shrugged and continued braiding his hair. Then he sighed and placed his pen down, "Yes."

"You're worried about your students." He made a grunting noise as I tugged on his hair too much. "Sorry." I whispered.

"Yes, I am worried about my students. Most of them just got their hero licenses but some of them are too impulsive. The villains won't stop coming and the world just seems to be in a darker place."

I finished braiding his hair and tied it off with one of my hair ties. I hesitantly placed my hands on his shoulders, feeling him tense up. I moved my hands, massaging his shoulders and he relaxed a little, "I'm sure you're students will do fine. They've been a part of two villain attacks which is more than some third years can say. There's no need to worry that much."

I stopped massaging his shoulders and hopped up on his desk, crossing one leg over the other, "Mind if I help you with those papers?"

He looked down before shrugging and I grabbed a stack of papers and an extra pen I found. I stuck my tongue out as I concentrated on the papers. They seemed to be for math. "Good thing I'm good at math." I muttered as I corrected one of the problems.

I blinked and remembered why I was down here in the first place, "Oh! I came down here to ask you a question."

"What is it?" He started grading papers again, his pen scratching at the papers.

"My General Studies teacher wants all of us to volunteer around the school and I was hoping you'd let me volunteer as your teacher assistant or something." I corrected another problem.

He grunted, "So they're making the third years volunteer around the school?" He looked at me, "This has nothing to do with the little crush you have on me, does it?"

I felt my face blush and I looked away, "No. I genuinely want to help you, not because I have a crush on you. Besides, I turned 18 a couple months ago." I mumbled.

He sighed, "Fine. Don't make me regret this, Kusumi."

I gave him a smile, "You won't sir."
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I waited outside class 1-A, bouncing on the balls of my feet as I saw Mr. Aizawa coming down the hallway. "Hi Mr. Aizawa."