You weren't supposed to be there.
The mission was a Class 3-B raid on a villain safehouse—not your department, not your fight. But when Nezu asked for backup units to monitor the perimeter, Aizawa volunteered before anyone else could.
And he took you.
"No contact," he told you in the car, voice sharp. "We observe. That's it."
You knew what that tone meant: I almost lost you last time. I'm not doing it again.
But the second an explosion rocked the building, that plan flew out the window.
A rookie from 3-B was down. Caught in the blast. You ran in without hesitation.
Aizawa screamed your name, but the roar of fire drowned him out.
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Inside the collapsing warehouse, you found the student—barely conscious, pinned beneath twisted beams. You activated your quirk to phase through the debris and pull her free, but your legs buckled from the strain. The last mission had left your stamina shot.
You collapsed to your knees, wheezing.
The fire closed in fast.
Aizawa burst through the smoke like a phantom.
He didn't ask questions. He just grabbed you and the injured student, one arm wrapped under your waist, and dragged you both out.
The second he got you to safety, he dropped to the ground beside you, eyes wide, panicked.
You coughed, dazed. "I'm okay—"
"You are not okay," he snapped, voice cracking. "You keep throwing yourself into death like it won't take you one day."
"I can handle—"
"You're eighteen!" he shouted. "And I'm the goddamn idiot who keeps letting you do this!"
You stared, stunned.
He dragged a hand through his hair, trembling. "You bleed, and I break. Do you get that? I can't lose another person I—"
He stopped.
But you didn't need him to finish.
Because you saw it in his eyes.
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Later that night, you were curled up on his couch, bandaged and exhausted.
He stood at the window, arms crossed, watching the city lights flicker like stars.
You spoke quietly. "Say it."
He didn't move.
"Say it," you whispered again, "or I will."
He turned, face tense.
"I love you," you said.
It was small. Raw. Shaking.
His face crumpled.
"I didn't want to," he rasped. "But I do."
Then he crossed the room and kissed you like he was starving for it.
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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...
