Raya has been an underground hero in New York City for the past 8 years. Recently, she's felt a need for change, it started to feel like a monotonous cycle of sleep-eat-kickass-repeat. Raya grew restless, so she started training new interns, helping them grow to be stronger heroes. And as if the heavens were listening, one day after patrol, she received a call from an unknown number... "Hello! Is this Nova the Energy Hero? I'm Nezu, Principal at U.A." "Yes, this is Nova. What can I do for you Principal Nezu?" "You can just call me Nezu. And I would like to thank you for allowing one of our third-year students intern with you this past year. They have come back stronger and more driven than ever, singing your praises." "Thank you Nezu that is good to hear... It was no trouble at all. I love training young new heroes, pushing them to gain better control of their quirk and teaching them how to become stronger." "It's wonderful to hear you say that because I have called to present you with a job offer..." This is my first fic, so buckle up and enjoy some self-indulgence for Shota Aizawa. I'll try to stay as close to cannon as possible. Cross-posted on AO3. **18+ only** Trigger warning: smut, sensitive topics, PTSD, depression, and more. -All characters and the original plot of My Hero Academia belong to Kohei Horikoshi, whereas my OC belongs to me- Rankings: 05/17/23 #3 eraserhead 05/08/23 #1 aizawashota 03/12/23 #1 aizawaxoc 03/09/23 #2 aizawaxreader 02/11/23 #2 mha 01/30/23 #2 shotaaizawa 01/02/23 #1 aizawasensei 05/29/23 #4 bakugo 08/10/23 #2 hizashi

Fear, is something everyone experiences. He wasn't scared of death, wasn't born a saint or an angel. If anything, he came from down below, gracing the earth to strike fear in men and women. He came from a legacy of men, who led an outlaw motorcycle group, foundering it and running it. Each generation a man from his blood line, took the role of President of the Viper's Mother Charter. And was called the 'Devil'. Once he had a target that was it. So when he led a massacre on another motorcycle charter. No one was going to be left alive. And no one was. Being named the 'bikers blood bath'- it was the state's worst massacre. Summer was stuck in an abusive relationship. She fell for the good guy, got nothing but bruises and broken bones. So when fate places the Devil in her way, why would he appeal to her? Colt thinks no one could love him, the soulless beast he is. So how could a woman named after the warmth season, see in him? How could she ever accept his past and dark future? But could the reason he led that massacre be the reason she falls in love with him?