It happened in the middle of a quiet evening.
You stayed in Aizawa's quarters, curled up in his blanket, grading assignments side by side while a kettle hissed on the stove.
The knock came unexpectedly.
Three sharp taps.
Before Aizawa could move, the door opened.
Hizashi Yamada.
Present Mic.
Holding coffee. Smiling.
Then freezing.
You locked eyes as he registered:
• Your shirt — Aizawa's
• Your position — barefoot, domestic, at home
• Your presence — completely at ease
No panic.
No pretense.
Just truth.
"...Well, shit," Hizashi said, scratching his head. "Guess I'm the last to find out."
You opened your mouth—but he held up a hand.
"Relax. I'm not blowing whistles. I was wondering why he started actually using shampoo again, though."
You blinked.
Aizawa groaned. "Hizashi—"
"No, no, it's fine," Hizashi said, dropping the coffee and leaning in the doorway. "Took you long enough. You're in love. So is she. Nobody's dumb here."
You whispered, "You're... okay with this?"
"Let me guess—you were legal when it started. It's consensual. You're probably the best thing that's happened to this man since Oboro died."
Silence.
Then Hizashi's smile softened. "You make him live, kid. I'm good with that."
And just like that—
Your world expanded.
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
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