The sun broke through my window early in the morning. With an exhausted sigh, I got up and began getting ready for the day. It didn't take me long before I had grabbed my breakfast and was heading out of the door. With my bag over my shoulder, I was glad to have finished the grading last night. A short drive later, I arrived at UA high. As usual, my first stop was the teachers longue. I opened the door with my free hand, the other being occupied keeping by bag secured. The strong smell of coffee immediately flooded my senses. It didn't take me long to figure out who was in the room. None other than the Pro Hero himself, Shota Aizawa.
He didn't look up this time, like he already knew who had entered the room. For some strange reason, I found that irritating. I pushed the thought out of my head quickly, not letting him bother me. Heading over to the coffee, I poured myself a cup into a small mug. As I turned back, I noticed that he was on the couch again. In the same exact spot: the right side of the couch. Looking around for a moment, I looked from the table to the couch. Determined to show him he didn't intimidate me, I sat down on the other side of the couch. Not looking at him, I set my bag down by my ankles and crossed my legs. Pulling out the papers, I read over them as I took a sip from my coffee. Even though I refused to look at him, I felt his eyes on me.
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Unlikely Lovers (aizawaxreader)
Любовные романы(y/n) works alongside many pro heroes as a teacher at UA. They seem to get along with all of them, but there is one hero in particular. Eraser Head. (y/n) is an over worker, constantly drowning in stress and self made deadlines. In the early hours o...
