It started like any other emergency exercise.
Evacuation drills were standard at UA—once per month, no exceptions.
Students filed into designated shelters. Faculty patrolled exits. Support teams monitored from surveillance centers.
You were stationed near the east exit of the main training wing, dressed in your provisional gear, paired with Tokoyami.
Everything seemed normal.
Until you saw the fire.
Not simulated.
Not programmed.
Real.
A blaze tore through Corridor 3C. Smoke, screaming, glass.
Tokoyami activated Dark Shadow and pushed you backward just in time to avoid a collapsing ceiling beam.
Your comm crackled.
"Unknown intruder. Section 3. This is not a drill."
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You bolted toward the chaos.
Aizawa was already there, mid-battle—his scarf wrapped around a cloaked figure whose body flickered like static. The villain—Nullpoint.
You froze as you realized what was happening:
Nullpoint wasn't here for destruction.
He was here for Aizawa.
To punish him.
To make him watch.
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You flanked from the side, drawing your blade and lunging toward the villain. Nullpoint twisted—nearly vanished in a flash of distortion—but you caught him in the shoulder.
He hissed and whirled, unleashing a pulse of paralyzing energy straight at Aizawa.
He was too close.
Too distracted.
You threw yourself into the path of the blast.
Pain shot through your nerves like fire, and the world tilted.
Aizawa screamed your name.
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When the fight ended—Nullpoint down, bound by Eraserhead's scarf and backup Pro-Hero support—it wasn't victory that echoed in the halls.
It was your blood dripping to the floor.
And Aizawa holding you in his arms, trembling, whispering: "No—no, no, no, please—"
You were still conscious.
Barely.
You touched his cheek.
"I told you I wasn't weak."
Then passed out.
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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...
