𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪,
𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪,
𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡.
♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎Spring Lockser hated her quirk, well part of it anyway. Not only because of who she inherited it from, but also what it was in general. So when the question of what her quirk was came up, she didn't know how to respond. "So what is your quirk?" She didn't know who had asked, but the simple question had her spiraling down a dark rabbit hole full of even darker thoughts.
Her quirk
What was her quirk?
Either way it didn't matter, because once she told them, Spring Lockser would once again be labeled as a villain.
But was she a villain?
No.
She was not.
This is why she wanted to become a hero. To prove to the world that she was not a villain and that she too could be a hero.
That she would be a hero. That she is a hero.
With new found determination, the girl looked up to the class and took a deep breath in.
"My physical appearance is cat like, genetics from my mothers side of the family. And no, I can not turn into a cat. However, I do have relatively better hearing, seeing, as well as jumping and running. All physical cat-like abilities." She paused, contemplating if she should tell them what her main quirk was.
"D-does this mean you have a second quirk?" A boy with curly green hair questioned, his hands frantically writing in what looked to be a notebook of sorts.
Yes. Did she want to tell them? No.
In the end, the girl decided that they would find out either way. Besides, they are bound to find out eventually. It's now or later.
"Technically yes..I do have another quirk. I however do not count my physical abilities as a quirk in general..it's more of a mutation I suppose." Aizawa standing behind her noticed her tail wrap around her right leg, the action causing the skirt to rise a bit. With her milky thighs on display, he couldn't help but wonder if her skin would be as soft as a cats, if her hair would be like silk. He even dared to think about if the girl-
Quickly shaking his head out of the perverse thoughts, he tuned back into her explaining her quirk.
Aizawa knew it was wrong, and he should have been ashamed, but if he was being honest with himself....."It's..basically a type of hallucination. If I touch a person within a 5-hour time span, I can..eject images into their mind. Where I make their world and surrounding a living nightmare." She trailed off at the end, her cat like eyes darting around the room as the class stared at her. It was a few moment of silence before a girl with pink skin cheered with a large smile. "That's so cool!" Her words started a chorus of agreements, the class getting louder and louder.
Aizawa watched as the girl stepped back and practically hid herself behind his body, her black cat-like ears laying flat against her white hair. The girls height barely reached his shoulders, and her small stature made him feel larger than he was.
Something he very much liked.
But he also noticed her shaking, the louder the class got the more she hunched into herself. Aizawa wasn't sure why, or where the violent feelings came from, but he couldn't deny the sudden urge to silence the class any way possible. To hold the shaking girl in his arms.
The sudden feelings honestly scared him, and he wasn't sure why he had felt this way all of a sudden for the girl. But he also loved it. He loved how it made him feel all warm inside.
He loved how it made him want something for once in his life.
It was wrong,
but it felt so right.♡︎
Ayyy I finally updated! Anyways thank you to the few that had commented and showed your support!!! I loved reading them, and i hope you enjoyed this chapter! I do plan on making them longer, I might even combine this and the last chapter but I don't know yet. Anyways, don't be afraid to comment!! ♥︎♥︎☻︎
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Fanfiction-yandere Aizawa- noun. /dɪˈsɛpʃn/ 1[uncountable] the act of deliberately making someone believe something that is not true (= of deceiving them) synonym /deceit\ a drama full of lies and deception- He 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟. He 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟. He...