The picture dropped at 3:07 a.m.
A grainy cell phone shot, posted anonymously on an underground hero gossip site.
But it was enough.
Aizawa.
You.
His dorm quarters.
You barefoot, wearing his shirt, lips pressed to his jaw. His hand on your lower back.
The caption read:
"Guess she passed her exam on extra credit."
By morning, it was everywhere.
Not in the mainstream press — not yet.
But in the dorms.
In the side chats.
In the eyes of your classmates.
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Yaoyorozu looked at you differently.
Kaminari stared at you in stunned silence.
Even Bakugo muttered, "Tch. Idiots didn't even cover the damn window."
You tried to pretend it didn't shake you.
But it did.
Everywhere you went—eyes followed.
Even your teachers were cautious.
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Aizawa pulled you into a side hallway after class that day.
"You okay?"
"No," you whispered. "But I will be."
"We'll fix it."
You looked at him. "Or we face it."
He cupped your face gently. "I'll protect you."
You smiled, bitter. "I don't want to be protected. I want to be respected."
And he nodded.
Because he finally understood what that meant.
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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...
