The fallout hit hard.
Someone—from your class—filed a formal complaint.
Not about Aizawa.
About you.
"Unprofessional conduct."
"Misuse of authority."
"Unfair access to confidential hero intel."
They didn't accuse you of cheating.
But they accused you of privilege.
A hearing was called.
Before the student council.
And the top ten ranking students were invited to weigh in.
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You stood at the podium, alone, facing every judgmental glance, every hushed whisper.
You were calm.
Until she walked in.
Class 3-A's second-year prodigy. Provisional license gold-star. Former intern of Hawks.
Emiko Kurasawa.
She stepped into the room, her heels clicking, arms crossed.
And said, coldly:
"I've worked for everything I've earned. I didn't sleep my way through mentorship."
The room gasped.
You stood there. Still.
Furious. Shaking.
Then you stepped forward.
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"You think you know what I've done? What I've sacrificed? You think this has been easy?
I earned my spot here. Every bruise. Every bleed. I've faced villains that would've left you in pieces.
I love my mentor. And if you think that makes me weak, then you've clearly never been loved hard enough to understand what it gives you.
Power. Purpose. Fire.
You can try to shame me. You can try to label me. But I will graduate from this school. I will become a Pro Hero.
And I will do it with my head held high."
The room went silent.
Even Emiko blinked.
But the damage had been done.
You walked out. Alone.
You made it to the dorm hallway before the tears came.
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
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