It was your first mission under Aizawa's direct supervision since the new surveillance patrol system launched. A small-scale villain recon: track movement near an abandoned warehouse complex, identify any League involvement, and report back. No contact, no combat.
Easy. Supposedly.
Except nothing about the last 72 hours had felt "easy." You were still reeling from that night in his bed. He hadn't kissed you since. Hadn't touched you since. Just... held you, whispered truths like secrets you weren't supposed to hear, and now?
Now he wouldn't even look at you.
You were pissed.
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You moved quietly alongside him through the wet alley behind the warehouse. He was all shadows and caution, wrapped in his scarf, voice low in your comm.
"Two targets. Northwest exit. Stay sharp."
You nodded once, taking position behind the rusted crate. You activated your quirk light f/c mist appearing around you ) and watched as two figures stepped into view.
Cameras clicked silently in your goggles.
Confirmed: black-market quirk enhancers being exchanged.
Definitely League-connected.
You radioed in your findings, signaled Aizawa, and waited for retreat orders.
Except—
"Third signal," he said suddenly. "Behind you."
You turned just as the figure struck.
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He came out of nowhere—a tall, masked villain with jagged metal limbs that slashed through the air like whips. You dodged, barely, but the edge of one tore into your arm. Pain erupted down your side.
"Aizawa—!" you gasped.
"Hold position!"
But your feet were already moving.
Adrenaline took over. You launched yourself into the fight, ducking beneath the blade and countering with a force-pulse that blew the villain back several meters. He recovered fast.
Too fast.
You didn't realize he was baiting you until his backup arrived.
A second villain appeared—smaller, faster, with a quirk that twisted the ground beneath your feet into black ooze. You slipped. Fell hard. Hit your head.
Then everything went black.
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When you came to, Aizawa was crouched over you, panting.
"Y/N—stay with me. I've got you."
Your side ached. Blood soaked through your uniform. You coughed, weak.
"I... I thought you weren't allowed to touch me in public," you croaked with a half-smile.
His jaw clenched.
"You almost died," he growled. "Don't fucking joke about it."
You reached up and touched his cheek.
He flinched like he'd been hit.
"Don't shut me out again," you whispered.
"I never wanted to."
Then he kissed you.
Right there, in the dark alley.
Fast. Brutal. Like he couldn't stop himself.
You didn't stop him either.
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
FanfictionYou were just another student at U.A.-until he looked at you differently. Eraserhead was supposed to be off-limits, but late nights, stolen glances, and shared secrets made that impossible. The tension is electric, the rules are strict, and the desi...
