NSFW⚠️WARNING... Aizawa doesn't really agree on teachers dating or loving eachother but I think you might be able to change his mind...

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"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

complete. this is very old work, think i was 13? so everything you will read is cringe. you've been warned i do read comments now and then. you lot are funny and i agree on the cringe. thank you.

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Don't listen to her. the death was instant, they said. but you can still smell the rot and shit, the smell of the car. Stop listening to her. the mans pulpy remains, the brain stuck in your hair. he was going too fast. She won't stop speaking, taunting. now here you are, in your grandmothers apartments ready to start anew. The two boys intrigue you, but will they be like every other male you have met? will they run their fingers up your spine, whisper sweet nothings- that make you want to vomit? hopefully, you can wash away your past. like that of writing in the sand; cleansed by the sea.