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hi! so i was wondering if i can request a oneshot of class 1a & platonic aizawa or just a platonic aizawa (which ever is easiest for u!) x GN reader where the reader received massive burn scars/just scars in general that covers half of their face and arms? just real angsty and fluffy :)

Angst and fluff coming right up <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: burning, mentioned blindness, depictions of blood and injury...

Aizawa and 1-A x Student Reader (Platonic) - Scarring

The students of 1-A had heard about your accident during the entrance exam. That's why, when you walked into the room, you'd heard hushed whispers invading your ears, the class looking at you curiously.

Your face is covered in thick makeup, but your application is good, so it doesn't smear or melt, and it doesn't look cakey.

It still doesn't do a whole lot to hide the horrific scarring, though.

You had been collecting points like everyone else during the exam, when suddenly everything turned dark. You were still conscious, and still moving, but you were trapped under a robot that had caught fire and shut down, and your ribs were close to crushed.

Everything hurt. You still remember the pain clear as day as your ribs got that much closer to puncturing your lungs, blood seeping from your mouth as you vomited. You were surprised to find that the screaming you could hear was coming from you, desperate wails echoing under the huge tin can, too heavy for you to lift.

Your flesh was burning and the smell reached your nose and travelled along the back of your throat, drawing more vomit from you as you clawed at the gravel beneath you. You're not sure who had plucked you out from beneath the rubble of the malfunctioned robot and the brick wall of a house that it had taken down with it, because by then you were unconscious.

The following few days, you had not left your home. Not once. You hadn't even left your bedroom or so much as drawn the curtains.

Your self esteem was forever crushed to rubble.

The burn and cut scars stretched over your left arm and your neck, reaching your cheekbone in a pattern that seemed some sort of mix between tiger stripes and lighting burns, and they had turned a paper shade in comparison to the rest of your skin, as opposed to darker like, for example, Todoroki's scar.

It almost looked like some kind of vitiligo instead of rough scarring, because Recovery Girl had been so quick to attend to you.

You had never stopped being so grateful to her.

By your first day, you were recognised as the kid who'd been crushed at the entrance exam, and every time someone's eyes landed on you, you'd get horribly self conscious, wondering if they could see the discolouration on your face.

That all changed though, when you had actually started to make friends.

And it makes sense that the first people you made friends with were Shouto and Izuku. Their scars gave you a little more confidence that maybe you weren't so hideous, and it was all in your head.

You and Shouto had bonded over the similarities in your scarring, sharing stories of how they happened and how they affected the both of you, and then you found out that as you were now blind in your left eye, so was Shouto. Or at least sort of. He retained some of his sight, but his vision had been impaired, whereas your eye had been crushed by the metal of the robot that had trapped you.

And Izuku, he always knew the right thing to say. He played a vital role when it came to you accepting what happened to you, and assuring you that noone thought any less of you with the assurance of your fellow classmates. He was a real big help, and his kind and inspirational words had you rethinking the way you saw yourself a lot.

However, sometimes there were days when you looked in the mirror and saw a ghost of who you used to be, and what you used to look like. Memories of your mother taking your, then, unharmed face into her hands and calling you beautiful flashed before your eyes, and led you to having bouts of depression where you would skip class because you had gotten so self conscious.

Aizawa Sensei had thought you'd made peace with the change, and trauma of what happened. Looking back on it now, he could see that he was clearly being naive. He thought you were just skipping class because you weren't so sure about being a hero anymore, or you just didn't care. The thought had him angry, to say the least.

He knocked harshly on the door to your dorm room, hearing a few sniffles coming from the other side. Were you upset? Maybe you were sick?

His suspicions were confirmed as you opened the door slightly, revealing just the corner of your face as you looked up at him with a tired, puffy eye.

You had been crying.

"... What's wrong? Why weren't you in class?"

"... 'sorry-"

"-That's not an answer."

You were shocked silent. You didn't expect him to look so angry with you, but you couldn't face the world like this. The comments you had received at the Sports Festival had absolutely crushed you. People could be so cruel sometimes, it's like they don't even realise that they were talking about a kid.

Finally, you broke into little cries, closing your eye and bumping your head against the door softly, feeling so tired and lonely.

"I can't take it anymore- I just wanna look normal- I don't wanna be ugly anymore- did you know that everyone at the Sports Festival was calling me ugly?! I'm sixteen! There are posts on the internet talking about mine and Shou's and Izu's scars! I just want them off my body, it's not fair!-"

Shouta's heart sinks to his stomach. Your voice is wet shaky, and your words get caught in your throat. For god's sake, he can hear the heartbreak and vulnerability in your sobs. He had failed to protect you. And not just you, but Izuku and Shouto as well? He's such a failure.

He knows the world can be a cruel place, and even though he can teach you to be strong in body, you were still kids, and it was his job to keep you safe from that kind of negative attention. You were kids. You didn't deserve to be judged like pedigree dogs. At least not yet. It's stuff like that that crushes young people's self image.

His shoulders dropped and you looked down at you with a worried expression, slowly pushing the door out of the way and enveloping you in his arms. He feels soft, and secure as you cry into his shirt, sniffling and hiccuping while he rubs your back comfortingly.

"If you tell anyone I hugged you I will deny it. But... Don't worry about what insecure people on the internet are saying, because they must truly be dissatisfied with themselves if insulting teenagers makes them feel better. One day, their life will be in your hands, and they'll regret what they said."

The comment about denying the hug happened actually pulled a little laugh out of you, and you felt much better as he comforted you. Your tears slowed to a stop and your breathing evened out, and once you had calmed down, Aizawa had freed you from his awkward hug.

The world seemed just a little brighter than it did before.

Hi you really don’t have to do this…… anyway I’ve been told I act like near from death note so could you do a mha x child male reader where the reader acts like near from death note like he pulls out toys in the middle of class stacks cups at lunch and is very quiet and stuff oh yeah could you make it class 1-A + Aizawa maybe other teachers in there too sorry if it’s too specific

Ofc! I haven't gotten that far into death note yet so I had to watch a Near compilation on YouTube, so I hope I got a good enough grasp of him in that time lol

Also I'm describing you as antisocial rather than shy, because near didn't strike me as the shy stuttering pushover type, and seemed just withdrawn or disinterested, and I also high-key headcanon izuku may have ADHD. I will not elaborate <3.

Masterlist<3

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1𝐀 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

It draws a few sets of eyes every time you pull out a pack of tarot cards or dice to play with in the middle of class, but noone really got distracted as long as you were quiet enough. Though, a few times you've knocked over a power ranger or transformer doll while taking notes and drawn the classes attention.

During break on your second week of school, you find yourself approached by the 'bakusquad'. Kirishima introduces himself politely and mina stares in awe at your tarot collection, but Bakugou looks livid.

He doesn't expect you to meet his glare directly with an unamused stare, and he's a second away from lunging at you and taking it as a challenge before Kaminari and Kirishima simultaneously bonk him in the head.

"Dude you don't even know him, give him a chance!"

You can't stop yourself from raising an eyebrow at the statement, figuring that these two must be the perfect balance for Bakugou's... Overbearing personality.

The next thing that catches your attention is the green haired boy that joins into the conversation, quietly asking you a question with a cute tilt of his head. "Have you maybe got ADHD? I've just seen a few of the signs on you- It's perfectly okay if you do! You won't be looked at differently!"

You already like this one, he's so precious.

Your eyes look straight into his as he studies you, and it's very intriguing to watch the gears turn in his head while he figures you out like some sort of puzzle. You could definitely get along with him. "No, I don't believe so."

He seems a little surprised by your words, but then again, you very well may have ADHD. You were never allowed to get tested for it, because your parents refused. Without a diagnosis, they can pretend there's nothing "wrong" with you.

He studies your eyes, figuring that you may have an irregular sleep schedule from the dark circles under your eyes, and that your eyes seem to be very sensitive to light because of how wide your pupils are. It's almost unnerving, to be honest. Your eyes look almost fully black.

Over the next few days you're scolded a few times by Aizawa Sensei for being too loud when knocking over your dice or your robots, but he never once asked you to put them away. All he asked in return was for you to be a little more active in the lessons.

"You get to keep your toys as long as you answer questions and participate a little more. Does that sound fair?" You nodded, slowly backing away to walk back to your desk and wait for break to finish, but from then on, you start drawing attention to yourself.

At first the attention is unwanted, and as you sit Criss cross applesauce on your chair, playing with your tarot cards, Izuku comes to sit next to you, starting to ramble about a random hero that you don't know anything about. He's very easy to get used to, however, and you quickly become what some would call friends.

Everyone's a little creeped out by your social awkwardness, and the fact that you never seem to talk, until they start to include you more, and you're forced to make new friends.

That doesn't mean you don't have trouble opening up though, and during lunch you sit in silence with your new friends as they chatter and smile at you, stacking cups that Izuku gave you to help you focus on something other than the amount classmates you have crowding you.

It takes a few more months for even Izuku to pry anything even remotely emotional from you, and even then it only shows in the waver of your voice, but he's proud nonetheless.

He would escort you around school because he didn't want you to be alone, and after a while your newfound closeness with Izuku branches out as mina comes to join the two of you.

She gives you an absolutely radiant smile as she grabs your hand, izuku taking hold of your other side for them to both drag you away to some part of the school you're not familiar with. The warmth of their hands in yours leaves you in shock, though, and your mind blanks a little when you feel the greenette squeeze it reassuringly, a tiny, pale blush creeping into your cheeks. This feeling, it was something you wanted to feel every day. It's so warm and comforting.

Aizawa x class 1-A reader when he finds out reader is also doing vigilante work? I’ve always wondered how he would feels about that

Icl I feel like he would understand tbh like he was probably doing the exact same thing before his career took off. He has a very strong moral standpoint so I figure he would place justice above legality but hes still a teacher and would have to disapprove but he wouldn't be like angry??

I feel like this was portrayed in the anime but it's been a hot minute since I've watched it - what do you think? :D

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

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𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

Dark circles decorate your eyes as you sit slouched at the desk before class starts. Sleep had eluded you as you spent the night with your parents, helping them feed into their warped, self-indulgent sense of justice by doing vigilante work.

Usually, you'd consider yourself to be at a strong, good moral standpoint, focused on doing good by the people rather than focusing on legality and logistics. But to be quite honest, this self-righteous act of "freeing the people" is starting to become exhausting. It's actually getting on your nerves, really.

You love your parents, but they can be very, exhaustingly eccentric at times, and sometimes outright smug. It's absolutely infuriating. It's so difficult to watch that it hurts, and the more you think about it, the more bitter you begin to feel.

Or maybe this is just the exhaustion talking. Who knows?

It feels like you're just sacrificing little pieces of yourself at this point, giving your body and soul to some 'vigilante work' and your training to persue your career as a hero.

Aizawa is the first to notice the change in your attitude. He is the first to realise that you may be burning out, and he's the first to genuinely worry about you.

As your teacher, and considering the amount of security hazards your class has been subject to in the last year, Aizawa is well within his right to keep tabs on all of you and your home lives. He knows your secret.

After class ends, you're pulled aside by your teacher.

Part of you wants to cry. What is it this time? A failed test? Maybe a lecture on missed homework.

Apparently not. And judging by the look on his face, it's much more serious than a missed assignment. He looks... genuinely concerned, which is an expression you've gotten to see far too many times than you should have to. Wow, you think. The poor guy deserves a break.

"I know what you've been doing every other night, so don't bother trying to lie. I want to say that I'm proud you're taking your hero work so seriously, but don't you think you're overdoing it? Maybe even just a little? You're exhausting yourself, and pretty soon you're going to burn out. Did you even sleep last night?"

Oh, like he can talk about sleep and burnout of all things.

And really, he can. But the brewing bitterness and hostility inside of you is starting to bubble, and you can feel in the back of your throat that a breakdown is imminent. God, don't cry. Please, not now, of all times.

Shiny, salty tears start to collect at your waterline, and the tired teacher lets out a defeated sigh, placing his hand on your shoulder. It's an oddly comforting gesture, really.

"I-... I just want to help... My parents will go out with or without me- and they're not very experienced- so I just worry that if I'm not there, something will happen..."

"Look... The first part of helping is knowing how to best help yourself. Look after yourself, or you might not live long enough to see yourself become the hero you've always wanted to be... Youre a hero, not a martyr - the self sacrifice isn't necessary yet."

Wise words from a man who's seen it all.

He looks disappointed in you, at the very least, but there's a spark of pride in his eye for his tryhard students who do the best they can, and even if you don't see it yet, you will soon enough.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪

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ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒

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ₜₕₑ ₜᵢₙy dᵣₐₘ ₜₕₒᵤgₕₜ ₐₙd ₜₕₒᵤgₕₜ ₐₙd fᵢₙₐₗₗy ᵢₜ cₐₙ ᵤₚ wᵢₜₕ ₐₙ ᵢdₑₐ

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ι ωιℓℓ ℓєт тнє нυмαηѕ ¢σмє тσ мє αη∂ тнєη, ι ωιℓℓ мαкє тнєм ¢яєαтє му ωσяℓ∂

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔡

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔚𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡

𝔖𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔡

ℑ𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔫𝔶𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢

𝔅𝔶 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔯

𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰

𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡

𝔐𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰

𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶

'𝔗𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶

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ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴍᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ

ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ

ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ’ᴅ ꜱɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ

ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʏꜱ

ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴇᴠɪʟ

ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ

ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱɪɴɢ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ

ꜱʜᴏᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ

ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍʙᴇʀ ʀᴇᴅ

ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃

𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒

𝒯𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓁

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹

𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝑅𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

𝐿𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

𝒮𝑜 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒𝒹

𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓇

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓅𝓈𝑒

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𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔄 𝔱𝔢𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫

ℑ𝔱 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪𝔭 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

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ₜₕₑ fₒᵤᵣₜₕ ₐₗᵢcₑ wₐₛ ₐ ₚₐᵢᵣ

ₒf ₛᵢbₗᵢₙgₛ wₕₒ wₑᵣₑ ₜwᵢₙₛ

ˢᵗʳᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵂᵒⁿᵈᵉʳˡᵃⁿᵈ

ᴵˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿˢ

Wₐₙdₑᵣᵢₙg ₐcᵣₒₛₛ ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd

ₜₕₑy ₚₐₛₛₑd ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₘₐₙy dₒₒᵣₛ

ᶜᵘʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁿᵉʷ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ

ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉᵈ

ₜₕₑ ₛₜᵤbbₒᵣₙ yₒᵤₙgₑᵣ ₛₕₐᵣₒₙ

ᵀʰᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᴸʸʳᵃ 

Wₑᵣₑ cₗₒₛₑ ₜₒ ₛₑₑ ₜₕₑ ₙₐₜᵤᵣₑ

ᴼᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᴬˡⁱᶜᵉ ₐₜ ₕₐₙd

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𝔅𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡

𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔩𝔶

ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡

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In which on a mission Shota Aizawa finds a little girl who doesn’t know who she is. Has a power stronger then any he’s very seen. And to top it off seems to control an entire world. 

How with she learn to live in a new world after only knowing life as an experiment?

KiriBaku x fem!Reader

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: All series triggers will be bellow. I’ll say this now, as sweet at alice! Reader is she’s deadly. That’s all the future context I’m giving. Enjoy. 😉

Word Count: 464

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

Aizawa stared ahead with his eyes hurting. He had no idea why Nezu had insisted he go along on this mission. As he roamed the halls of the building he could help but feel uneasy.

This building had a creepy nostalgic feeling. It’s felt  familiar, yet unnatural. There was a scream and Aizawa darted down the hallway as his comm came one. 

“I’ve got the west wing.” Aizawa said while throwing open a door. In the room was a bunch of tanks filled with strange colorful creatures. In different jars were strange plants and mushrooms. Blood covered the room. 

Bodies filled the floor while flowers and mushrooms grew out of their bodies. Aizawa gaged at the sight as the smell of blood filled his nose. Another scream filled his ears and Aizawa ran towards the sound.

Aizawa froze in his spot at the sight before him. A glowing portal was behind a small figure of a little girl. Nurse, doctors, and guards dead bodies surrounded her. 

Her arms, legs and neck were bandaged with dirt and blood seeping through. Blood stained her hands and she slowly turned her head towards him. Aizawa gasped at the figures behind her. 

A women around her late twenties with long dark blue hair, olive skin, blood red eyes, and a bloody sword with thorny vines covering it. The woman was dressed in a red shirt and black pants.

A man around his early thirties with brown hair, fair skin, golden eyes and he was,holding a bloody musics sheet along with a blue rose bleeding on his shoulder. The man was dressed in a blue shirt, and brown pants. 

The second woman around he early twenties had golden blonde hair, tanned skin, emerald eyes, and a bloody crown on her head. She was dressed in a green dress with a ribbon in the back and small ribbon in her hair. 

The last people were two girls around 18, with snow pale skin, one with cyan eyes, the other sunset orange, both girls had white hair. The taller one was dressed in a light yellow dress with ruffles at the top, and the other in a golden yellow with a red skirt overalls. Each girl had blood on there mouths and necks. 

As the portal behind the girl turned off the figures disappeared. The small girl collapsed and Aizawa caught her before her head could hit the ground. As the lights went on he could see her features.

Her h/c hair was covered in blood. Her s/c skin was covered by dirty and bloody bandages. Her hospital gown was bloody and gross. A large bruise formed on her left side of her face. 

As his back up ran into the room Aizawa couldn’t move his eyes from the small girl.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: All series triggers will be bellow. If anyone does like hospitals here’s a small warning.

Word Count: 714 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

Aizawa watch the small girl through a hospital window. After the carnage of the lab she was brought to a hospital. A female doctor walked out of the room and over to the hero’s guarding the girls room.

“How is she doc?” Present Mic questioned concern laced in his tone. The doctor let out a sigh and shook her head. 

“The poor girls got two fractured ribs, three bruised ribs, one broken rib, a broken right arm, her left arm bone is bruised, a grade two concussion, and not to mention all the bruises and scars on the outside of her body. Some of her old cuts opened up during her fight. And there obviously years on abuse on her body. Once we find out how old she is we’ll be able to treat her better.” The Doctor informs the hero’s. 

The hero’s all gasp and exclaim is worry. Mic placed his hand over his mouth. Endeavor’s eyes widen but remained calm. Midnight gasps and begins to ask what kind of monster would do that to a little girl. 

Aizawa goes to look at the girl in pity only to find some man standing above her. His outfit is strange and colorful, with a strange hat on his head. He’s holding and tea pot and tea cups float in the air. 

Aizawa attempts to open the door only for it to be lock. The other hero’s look at Aizawa as he try’s to open the door. Only once they see the strange man do they realize why Aizawa was in such a frenzy.

Endeavor pushes the hero’s to the side and blast at the door with his fire but to no avail. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as staff become worried.

Aizawa watches as the strange man rolls his eyes at the hero’s. He grabs one on the cup floating around a pours tea into the tea cup. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as the other hero’s try and open the room from any angle. 

The man take his hat off and kneels down . He gently grabs the small girl and pulls her closer to his body. Aizawa pauses at this. The man was being too gentle, like he was afraid of breaking her.

THe man brought the tea cup to the girls lips and pour some tea down her throat. After some tea went down the girls throat the man placed her back onto her bed. 

All the floating tea cups slowly descended onto the side table as the man placed down the tea cup he was holding. The teapot still floated and the man placed it down while grabbing his strange hat. 

The man placed his hat onto his indigo hair. The man pet her hair and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Aizawa pushed Endeavor away from the door and kicked it open. 

Aizawa rushed into the room the hero’s not far behind. Aizawa stared into the mans teal eyes as the man bowed at him. And with a snap of his fingers the man was gone. 

Aizawa went to the girl quickly and looked her over. Her pale s/c skin was beginning to have color. The deep bags under her eyes were softer. The bruise covering the left side of her face began to feel.

Midnight went to grab the tea pot only for an orb of light to surrounded the cups and pot pushing her away. 

“Is she okay?” Mic asked standing next to Aizawa. Before Aizawa can answer the girls eyes shoot open causing Mic to scream.  The girl shoot up inhaling deeply while looking around ignoring the hero’s in her room.

When her eyes landed on the tea pot she reached out for it. The tea pot and cup began to float towards her. The pot poured tea into her tea cup and with shaky hands she took a sip. 

The girl stared at each hero for a moment before the air next her began to warp. A large fry cat with blue stripes large golden eyes and a smile stretched across his face floated next to the girl.  

The cat landed on her lap and she laid back into the pillows while the hero’s were under the cats watchful eyes. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: So Alice!reader is in the Endeavor hate train 😁😁😁😁. Series trigger warnings will be below.

Word Count: 540

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Endeavor stared at the girl with a light glare. The girl had just stared at him for ten minutes. The cat on her lap was glaring at him with such fury.

“Cheshire doesn’t like you.” The girl growled. Endeavor’s eyes widened in surprise at her words. 

“If Cheshire doesn’t like you I don’t!” The girl glared. Endeavor sent her a confused look at her words. She wasn’t speaking in correct sentences.

“Get out!” The girl fumed.

“Excuse me?” Endeavor questioned. The car in her lap disappeared leaving only a creepy smile. Then it appeared in font of his face barring his sharp teeth.

“GET OUT!” She yelled as Cheshire pounced  onto Endeavor pushing him onto his back outside of the room. Quickly the other hero’s pulled Endeavor away from the cat as it disappeared right back to the girl.

“What happened Endeavor?” Midnight asked helping up from the ground. Endeavor growled as he rose from the ground. 

“That fucking cat is psycho! That girl is also psycho!” Endeavor groaned as he wiped blood from his cuts. Midnight rolled her eyes at him.

“She’s a child Endeavor! Not a monster.” Midnight explained. Midnight entered the room with a smile and the girl looked up at her.

“Hello honey, how do you feel?” Midnight ponder. Cheshire stared at Midnight then nodded at the girl. 

“He likes you.” The girl smiles warmly. Midnight asked if she could sit next to her. The girl nods with a smile.

“You’re pretty.” The girl smiled.

“What’s your name honey?” Midnight wondered. The girl tilted her hand confused. Midnight went to hold the girls hand but Cheshire bared his teeth. Midnight slowly placed her hand down. 

“Honey, what happened to you. What happened in the facility. What happened to all the scientists, doctors, nurses, everyone there. Who was in charge of everything.” Midnight asked. The girls breath picked up and her hand began to shake as a look of fear came onto her face. 

Midnight lowered her eyes knowing she had asked too much. Midnight sent her a smile and stood up from the bed. Midnight exited the room and the hero’s stood up. 

“Well, what did she say?” Nezu asked from Aizawa’s shoulder. Midnight took in a breath and shook her head lightly.

“She doesn’t speak much, I can’t figure out her name and I think I overwhelmed her with all the questions.” Midnight admitted.

“Well she kicked Endeavor out, she let me sit next to her, she let you sit next to you and she talked with you. The only person we haven’t tried is you Shota.” Present Mic said. 

“Nezu hasn’t gone either.” Aizawa sighed. 

“Actually I did but she tried to squeeze the life out of me. She thought I was a door mouse? I’m not sure.” Nezu said with a laugh at the end. With a groan Aizawa opened the door and the girl looked into his eyes with a smile. 

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Aizawa asked walking near her. The girl stared up at her with a dreamy smile. 

“So you just gonna stare at me with you that dreamy smile kid?” Aizawa pondered. The girl misted stared into the distance and Aizawa stared at her with a smile. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Aizawa and Reader finally meet 🥺🥺🥺. Alice!reader is such a sweetheart, she’s literally my child. I love her so much. All series triggers bellow as always.

Word Count: 867

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

Aizawa slowly seat next to the girl as the strange cat in the air disappears. The girl just stared at Aizawa. Aizawa watched as the girl didn’t move.

“What your name kid?” Aizawa pondered.

The girl tilted her head. A look of confusion covered her face. She looked like she had no idea what that was.

“Okay then…. You don’t have a name.” Aizawa said. Aizawa thought to himself for a moment. He had a list of questions in him brain.

“How old are you?” Aizawa asked. The girl thought for a moment then held up eight fingers. Aizawa nodded but a look of shock was on his face. She was so small for an eight year old. Aizawa thought back to what the doctor had said. 

Years of abuse, right that probably why she was so small Aizawa thought to himself. Aizawa looked the girl over. She was a cute kid. She looked like she’d been pulled out of a fairytale.

Long h/c h/t hair that shined in the light. Big and sweet eyes e/c eyes. A doe like face with sweetness writer all over it. 

Minus the all the bandages, and stitches and ugly blue hospital gown. Her hair fell into her face and Aizawa quickly placed it behind her ear. Cheshire appeared ready to attack Aizawa for touching her but stopped.

Y/n’s gaze held no fear, no panic. She looked calm. Aizawa glanced at Cheshire in confusion. The grinning cat just disappeared again. 

“How did all those people die?” Aizawa asked. An emotionless look came over the girls face. 

“Bad people, bad people get bad ends. I gave bad ends.” The girl replied her voice cold and distant. A look of shock took over his face as she spoke. 

No, there was no way she had done all that Aizawa thought. The carnage that occurred at the facility was too horrific for a child to cause. Aizawa focused on how she called them bad people.

“How were they bad people?” Aizawa pondered. The girl merely looked up at him with a small smile and cold eyes. Aizawa felt a chill run up his back. The hospital room became quiet. Her eyes now cold cause fear to strike in Aizawa. They didn’t make the sweet face she had. 

“How about your parents?” Aizawa questioned. All the thoughts were going through his head. Maybe she didn’t have any. Maybe her parents were dead. Maybe she was an orphan.

“Gone.” The girls voice was quiet and soft. The coldness in her eyes disappeared as quickly as it came. Her eyes were filled with a sadness like Aizawa had never seen. Her lip wobbled a little and tears pricked her eyes. 

“Siblings?” Aizawa mumbled his tone soft and comforting. The girl’s lip wobbled even more and her left hand shook. Tears began to fall freely from her face.

“Gone….” Y/n replied softly. Aizawa moved towards her with a small smile. He gently grabbed her hand. Again Cheshire came to attack but paused. Cheshire tilted his head and sat in the top of her hospital bed intrigued.

“What do you mean gone?” Aizawa asked. 

“They’re just gone.”

Aizawa merely nodded at her words. He stared at her. Her small fcae filled with an emotionless expression that Aizawa couldn’t place. She stared down at the blanket around her. She looked to the side of her and her eyes lit up once they landed on the tea pot and cups.

With her left hand reached for the tea pot with a big smile. The moment her hand touch the tea pot it shot up into the air. The tea cups floated near her. The tea pot poured itself into her cup.

The tea cup went to her mouth and with a shake hand she took it. She brought the cup to her mouth and took a sip. The tea was warm and sweet. Aizawa watched with an interested stare. Once she was done her body glowed with a soft blue. 

When she was done she softly blew on her arm. The cast dissolved and her arm was healed. She coped her hands and blew on her leg and the same thing happened. Aizawa stared in awe as the tea pot and cups disappeared.

“What in the world is that tea.” Aizawa pondered. The little girl shrugged gently and  cough gently. Aizawa stared at her for a moment. She look so perfect. A warm feeling flooded inside Aizawa. 

A strange urge to protect her. To feed her, cloth her, and keep her happy overtook him. As she stared at her all her could think was all the things he’d to to protect her. As he stared into her face and idea came into his head.

“Hey kid, I think I know what we’re gonna call you.” Aizawa said pushing some of her hair back again. She tilted her head in confusion.

“How about Y/n Aizawa?” Aizawa asked. 

A small smile made its way onto her face. She likes that name. It was nothing like her old name. This one had a nice ring to it. 

“Like it.” She mumbled. Aizawa ruffles her hair and so it was done.

Y/n Aizawa was born.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Timeskip for like two years later. We get Auntie Nemuri(Midnight)!!! Protective dadzawa😁😁. Series triggers bellow.

Word Count: 1,451 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

Aizawa walked towards the training ground of U.A as Nezu rode along in his scarf. Nezu went on and on about Y/n file but Aizawa didn’t really paid attention. As the pair made it to the grounds they saw Y/n sitting in the ground, eyes shut and mediating. 

Strangely colored mushrooms and flowers flowed all around her. Her hair was tied up in a loose style. Most likely done by Nemuri who watched her while grading some papers.

“Extraordinary isn’t she.” Nezu mumbled softly. The principal watched her with such intrigue. 

“Yeah, she is.” Aizawa answered as Nezu climbed down.

“Her quirk is one of the most versatile quirks I’ve ever seen. She can do some many different things.” Nezu said while hold up Y/n’s file up to Aizawa. Aizawa gently took the file and read it carefully.

Subject 108 

WonderCorps

Subject 108 shows great signs of strength, power and agility. She has withstood many of our expectations and experiments. The only issues that we’ve run in his her determination to protect the other experiments. She’s given five of them names. She won’t let the other doctors near them and uses her abilities to protect them. Her abilities grow stronger as she does. Yesterday I placed her in the glass room with three other experiments and they didn’t stand a chance. She turned them into dust within a few minutes. If she continues to progress like this we will have our Alice in no time. 

~ signed Doctor Glass

Aizawa closed her file from the WonderCorps and watched as Y/n shot up. She was showing Nemuri a colorful flower. Nezu took the file back and tucked it under his arm. 

“Did you find the missing files yet?” Aizawa asked and Nemuri began to bring Y/n over to them. Nezu shook his head.

“No, the five file after Y/n’s are still missing. We’ve checked the whole facility. Most things were burnt up. We took all the evidence and I have all the video tapes in my office.” Nezu said. Y/n looked over at him and shot her body forward. 

“DOOR MOUSE!” Y/n yelled as she ran forward. Right before she was going to crash into Nezu and give him a big hug she stopped. Instead she crashed into Aizawas legs and he was pushed back a little. 

Aizawa hugged onto his daughter as she held a big smile on her face. 

“DAD! DAD! LOOK LOOK!” Y/n shouted while jumping up and down a little. She held out her and and the air in her palms began to warp and glow with all colors of the rainbow. A orange and pink flower with a bright yellow stem appeared. Y/n held it out for Aizawa to take.

Aizawa took the colorful flower with a small smile. He places the flower in his pocket as Y/n made another one for Nezu. 

“Why thank you N/n.” Nezu said as he held onto his flower. 

“You’re welcome Door Mous- I mean Nezu.” Y/n smiled as she corrected herself. Aizawa combed his hand through her daughter hair gently as Nemuri stood next to him. Nemuri sent him a small look and Aizawa nodes his head.

Nezu took Y/n towards the office. Y/n held a big smile as she pounced up and down. 

“Are we going to go for tea?” Y/n asked as her light blue dress pounced up and down. Nezu nodded as he lead her away. Aizawa turned to Nemuri with a confused look.

“What is it Midnight?” Aizawa asked.

Nemuri turned to him with a slight glare.

“Aizawa you know what I’m about to say.” Nemuri said.

“No Midnight, it’s way too soon for that.” Aizawa insisted.

“Aizawa, she needs to interact with kids her age.” Nemuri explained while crossing her arms. Aizawa shook his head with a slight glare. 

“Absolutely not! Midnight she’s not ready for that yet. We’ve only had her for two years, she still loses control and what if something happened?” 

Midnight sighed softly and looked back Aizawa. She kept her arms crossed as she stared at him.

“Aizawa she’s made lots of improvements since we saved her. You need to socialize her with other kids.” Midnight argued.

“Midnight there’s still so much we don’t know about Y/n, about her powers. We still haven’t learned everything. Plus there are still times where she doesn’t show or process her emotions and feeling correctly” Aizawa said.

Midnight groaned in frustration. Aizawa wasn’t listening to what she was saying. She wasn’t asking him to put her in school. She was just asking to have her meet kids her age.

“I’m not saying put her school, I’m saying she needs friends.” Midnight hissed.

Aizawa groaned and rubbbed his eyes. He was too tired for this. Sure he knew eventually Y/n would need friend her age but this was too soon. Yes Y/n had come a long way from that kid in a hospital but they didn’t know what things could set her emotions off.

Maybe Midnight was right. Maybe Y/n did need to meet some kids her own age. Aizawa sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.” 

Midnight stared at Aizawa’s back as her began to walk away. Midnight stood frozen for a moment.

“Wait! Aizawa what do you mean okay?” Midnight shrieked from the grounds. 

“I mean I’ll find her a friend.” Aizawa shouted back. 

As her turned his back to her again and rubbed his face. As he walked towards Nezu’s office he thought to himself. How could he give his daughter a friend without endangering another child. As Aizawa opened the door to Nezu’s office Y/n sat drinking her tea softly.

Nezu placed his phone down and picked up his tea cup. Nezu motioned to the empty chair and began to pour some tea for Aizawa. Before Aizawa could add and sugar the sugar pot began to float. The spoon picked up some sugar and placed it into his tea.

Multiple colors surround the tea cup and spoon as Y/n used her quirk to mix in the sugar. Aizawa watched his daughter carefully. She held her tongue out a little and had her eyes closed. 

When the sugar had been mixed in properly Y/n floated the tea cup towards her dad. Aizawa sent her a small smile as he took the tea cup. Y/n smiled brightly as she went back to her own tea.

“How did your conversation with Midnight go?” Nezu questioned as he sipped his tea. Aizawa snuck a quick glance at Y/n and saw she was occupied with floating the tea cups.

“Midnight wants to socialize Y/n with kids her own age.” Aizawa grumbled as he took a small sip. His face turned unpleasant, Y/n had out too much sugar.

“That girls sweet tooth is something else.” Aizawa mumbles softly. 

“Oh yes, Midnight did mention that to me.” Nezu said. Aizawa turned to Nezu with a tired look.

“You didn’t think to tell me?” Aizawa groaned. Nezu sent him a small smile as he looked over at Y/n. Colorful butterflies flew around her and landed in her hair. The butterflies became small clips in her hair. 

Aizawa smiles softly at her as a small mouse appears in her lap. The mouse is dressed in old Victoria clothes. The mouse his a light brown color with pink ears and nose. Y/n talks softly with the Door Mouse. 

Aizawa still doesn’t completely understand how this creatures or as Y/n makes him call the her friends appear. No one really knows where they come from.

“I thought you’d agree, Y/n needs friends that her age and need to socialize.” Nezu replied softly. Aizawa rested his elbows on Nezu’s desk. 

“Who was that you were in the phone with?” Aizawa questions trying to change the subject.

“Endeavor, he was inquiring about Y/n.” Nezu sipped his tea as Y/n handed him a beautifully draw landscape. It was filled with different sized and differently colored mushrooms. A purple checked path on the ground lead to a large green castle.

“What? Why?” Aizawa asked as his head shot up. Endeavor wasn’t really fond of Y/n like the others were. When she was rescued Y/n didn’t seem to like Endeavor.

“He didn’t say, he was just asking about her improvement.” Nezu say as her hung up the landscape next to the many other drawings Y/n had given him. 

Aizawa looked down at Y/n as she drew and talking her her mouse friend. An idea popped into Aizawa’s head.

“Nezu, Endeavor has a son around Y/n’s age right?” Aizawa asked shooting Y/n a small glance.

“I believe so? Why?” 

“I think I just found a friend for Y/n.”

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: We get to meet Y/n’s new friend. Series triggers bellow.

Word Count: 682 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖝

Endeavor stared at Aizawa as he held onto his sons hand. Endeavor’s Shoto stared away from his father at stared at the school before him. His multicolored eyes say a small figure hidden in the shadows. 

Shoto squinted as he saw a light blue skirt. He saw a pair of e/c eyes peering at him. Shoto let go of his father hand and slowly moved away from him. 

Endeavor continued to speak with Aizawa as Shoto slowly slipped away. The blue skirt slipped out of Shoto’s view and he chased after the blue skirt as I kept disappearing around the campus. 

The blue skirt was behind a tree and Shoto slowly approached the tree. As Shoto circled the tree the skirt disappeared and appeared opposite to him.

“Hello? Who are you?” Shoto asked. His tone soft and stoic. He heard sifting giggling as he saw a girl peer out front he other side.

Shoto’s face flushed with red as he stared at the girl in front of him. She had h/c hair glow flowing freely with a black ribbion bow. A knee-length puffed sleeve dress with a pinafore worn over the top. Long white socks with ankle-strap shoes.

She had bright e/c eyes the shimmered in the sunlight. Her s/c skin had a glow to it. Her face was sweet and bubbly. Her eyes held curiosity as she stared at Shoto. Shoto could help but compare the girl to a fairytale, maybe even a fairytale princess. 

Y/n smiled brightly at the newcomer. His multiple colored eyes reminded Y/n of caterpillar. His red and white hair seemed really soft. Y/n wanted to reach out and touch it. There was a red scar over his turquoise eye. 

Y/n thought he looked like a popsicle. One of those American multicolored ones. He was a very nice looking popsicles. Y/n came out from behind the tree and stared at Shoto with a smile.

“Hello.” Y/n spoke softly. Shoto could only stare for a moment. Her voice was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. It was the perfect combination of sweet, soft, gentle, and a slight be of curiosity. 

“It’s Todoroki Shoto.” Shoto spoke as he moved away from the tree.

“I’m Y/n.” She mumbled. She looked away as she bit her lip. How do I talk to him Y/n wondered. If she didn’t know how to say something Aizawa would just figure it out. Y/n was unsure of what to do with the boy in front of her.

“Wanna have a tea party with me?” Y/n stammered. Shoto unfroze and stared at Y/n. His grey and turquoise eyes peering into her e/c eyes. Shoto nodded her head softly and a bright smile came over Y/n’s face.

She grabbed onto his hand and began to pull him towards a new spot. This spot had a nice quilt on the ground with tea set and many different tea snacks. Y/n pushed Shoto to the ground gently and pushed a tea cups into his hands.

Shoto gasped as the tea cups, tea cakes, sandwiches, and tea pot floated in the air. Y/n waved her hand and the tea pot floated towards him and pour some tea into his cup. 

Music seemed to fill the air in a happily and upbeat tone. The tea set began to speak and sing. Y/n laughed in delight as Shoto watched her. She seemed at peace. Sugar and cream poured into his tea.

Shoto took a sip of his tea and near choked at it sweetness. Y/n shoot her head towards him with a bashful look. With a small wave hai tea cup floated away and towards her.

Y/n waved her hand and all the sugar and cream flew out. She handed him back his tea cup.

“Sorry, I forget not everyone like there’s their tea the way I do.” Y/n hand looking up at the bright blue sky. Shoto merely smiled at her and sipped his tea softly. Y/n began to eat an iced cookie with adorable face.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence as the enjoyed Y/n’s strange tea party.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: We get a look into Alice!reader’s background.

Word Count : 682

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

Y/n sat closed eyed on the ground of the Todoroki residence. Shoto attacked  Y/n but thorn covered vines blocked his every move. Shoto groans in annoyance as frost begins to cover his body. As the pair continued to spar, Enji watched with Aizawa from Enji’s office. 

His turquoise eyes remaining in Y/n as Shoto attacked the sitting girl. She didn’t even need to move, her thorns would just attack. In her mind she was at a tea party with Hatter as he helped her levitate the cups. 

“Enji what am I doing here?” Aizawa questioned him as he sat cross armed. Enji turned back to Aizawa with an annoyed expression.

“I found another WonderCorps facility a week ago. I was able to keep the sidekicks from asking questions it, I found something.”

“What’d you find?”

Enji pulled out a tape and held it up. 

Trial 43

Subject 108

WonderCorps

Aizawa stared at the tape for a while till he realized he’d stood up and was holding the tape. 

“You’ve watched it already haven’t you? That’s why I’m here.”

Enji didn’t answer, his face remaining stern and without emotion. Enji took the tape gently and put it into the computer on his desk. 

As the tape turned in a tall man with brown hair, square rimed glasses and dressed in a lab coat turned on the tape camera. He took a few notes that looks at the camera.

“I am Touji Daigo but I’m know as Dr. Glass. Head of WonderCorps.”

Dr. Glass clicked a small clicker and lights in another glass room. In the glass room sat a younger Y/n. She barely look five. 

She was dressed in simple grey sweatpants and black shirt. Her feet were bare and her hands bruised. Dr. Glass focus the camera on Y/n.

Y/n looked up front he ground and waved softly at the camera. 

“This is experiment 108, and this is trial 43.” Dr. Glass fixed his glasses.

“Yesterday we conducted trial 42 and the results were less then stellar. 108 barely was able to control her environment. The underling almost was able to permanently injure 108.” As Dr. Glass spoke Y/n stood from the ground. 

Aizawa gasped in shock as the younger Y/n stood. Her arms were covered in bandages, her left eyes was blackened and bruised, but there was a small smile on her face. A small glass door opened and a strange creature walked out. 

It was misshapen on all ends, black goo dripped out of it staining the floor. Aizawa watched as Y/n’s face molded into one of pity and sadness. The aching look in her eyes felt no question that she felt a great sense of pity for the creature. It was colorful underneath the black goo.

Doctor. Glass leaned down into his mic.

“Go on Alice.” Y/n turned herself around in terror. She shook her head hurriedly as she shuffled.

“No! It’s sad! It’s hurting!” She cried and Doctor Glass sighed softly. He pressed a few buttons and eleactricons began to him in the room shocking the creature and Y/n. They both fell as the electricity pricked at their skin. 

After a few moments the creature began to warp and screech. Slowly it turned into a large mass of terror. Its eyes were white and it seemed to move on command. It began to attack Y/n throwing her around like a rag doll.

Aizawa stood from his seat stepping towards the monitor. His eyes shot to the window outside just as Y/n vanished into thin air. Shoto continued trying to catch Y/n but just as he’s almost grasp her she was gone.

“Turn it off.” Enji shock his head and pointed at the monitor.

“You need to see this.” Aizawa turned back to the monitor arms crossed and defensive.

Blood covered the room as Y/n lay in a bundle was what must have been her own blood. She cough violently as she push herself onto her arms. Doctors Glass rolled his eyes softly and pulled  the mic up.

“Alice! Get up or I get subject 109 to do it.” Y/n’s eyes shot yo and she pushed herself off the ground. She panted, covered in her own blood.

“NO!” She yelled once. A mass of different lights shines from her hands as she shot a bolt as the creature. It’s screeched in agony as it dissipated into nothing. Y/n panted softly as her eyes rolled back into her skull. Doctor Glass rushed into the room, an almost fearful look.

Thorn covered vines launched out of the ground cold concrete wrapping protectively around Y/n. The vines drew more of her blood but cradled her like a small baby. Doctor Glass frozen as he watched the vines wrap around Y/n.

“Doctor Vane! End the tape!” The screen cut to black.

“She killed that thing was a bolt of lightning.” Aizawa couldn’t hear his fellow hero. His eyes trapped in the black screen.

“That wasn’t lightning, I’ve seen something like that before.” Enji quirked his head in confusion. He steeped towards the window as he watched the two children.

“When we found her, behind her the portal looked like that. All the colors mixed together in the metal conductor.” Enji nodded softly. Aizawa was the only one who saw this mysterious portal, it had shut itself down when they’d all arrived.

Outside Shoto was panting as Y/n appeared in front of him. He growled softly as he blasted as much ice as he could muster at her. The ice barricaded around her encapsulating her in a dome like structure. 

Shoto panted triumphantly as he sat on the ground. Colors of all shades began to shine into the air from inside of the dome. Aizawa moved to next to Enji as the dome exploded into fractions of ice.

The multi-colored lights surrounded Y/n as she levitated just above the ground. Sharp blade of ice blazed towards shoto as a bolt it turning it to a mass of butterflies. Shoto panted as his back hit the ground in exhumation.

Y/n allowed her shadow to covered him as she sat next to him. Not a drop of sweat on her. Her tea pot and cups appeared and she pour some tea for Shoto. She stirred in some yellow sugar and red milk into the  tea. The drink turned into a deep royal blue as she brought the cup to his lips.

Both adults ran outside to check on the two child as Shoto finished up his cup. Y/n helped him sit up with a bright smile. Shoto tiredly opened his eyes to stare at her in bewilderment. Her arms crashed around Shoto’s frame with a wide smile. Shoto slowly wrapped one tired arm around her.

“You’ve gotten better.” Y/n whispered as their parents arrived. The small smile the pair shared caused a figure in the shadows to smile softly. The sun shined down on his armor as a familiar portal opened and he walked through.

Y/n’s eyes shot to the shadows, feeling the energy grow and dissipate. Her brows furrowed as she looked back at Shoto. She held him as her father knelt down with Enji.

She’d felt that power before, and she wasn’t sure if she was happy for the moment of comforting familiarity or if she was angry that power was still surviving. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We finally start the series 😁. We get to see class 1-A. And Alice!reader being a daddies girl.

Word Count : 1,595

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊

The screens of the teachers observation room played with different future students battling against the testing bots. Next to Aizawa, Y/n sat on the ground slumping on her noddles as she watched her future classmates.

“Who’s that one?” Y/n mumble her mouth full of noodles. Aizawa tired eyes moved to the screen she pointed her perfectly manicured finger. 

“Izuku Midoryia.”He mumbled as he sipped in the latte his daughter brought. She hummed softly as she watched the green haired boy battle around the bots. She’d seen him somewhere she just wasn’t sure where. 

Maybe in passing when she was out of maybe… wait he was the boy with the sludge monster. Her gaze moved to another screen where a raging blonde was, destroying everything in his path. He was the sludge boy too. 

Y/n had watched the fight at home when she was studying with Hizashi. The blondes explosiveness made her giggle softly. He jumped around blasting every bit that moved. 

“Remind me again N/n why don’t you go spend time with Todoroki?” Hizashi asked as he sipped the peach tea Y/n brought him from her favorite shop. 

“Cause I wanna see the kids who’ll be in my class. Other me and Shoto.” Her uncle nodded his head as he pet her hair. Her eyes trailed on all screens with a smile. All these kids were talented, some more than others. None of them were in her level other than maybe a few.

“Scoping out the completion early huh?” She gently shock her head as she sipped on her matcha. 

“Not really, I’m just curious.” Her eyes trailed back into the screen as she happily ate her food. All the teacher around her sipped on the drinks that Y/n brought them as they watched the students taking notes. 

Aizawa studied his daughter for a moment. Her eyes trailed over some of the examines. It was obvious to him that she saw potential in them. She was always able to determine one’s abilities to say. 

Perhaps it was a a side effect of her childhood before him. A childhood he had limited knowledge over. To this day Y/n don’t hold many close to her heart. She was emotionally unstable sometimes, swapping between joy and rage often.

If not rage than she merely had this dazed out look on her face. Like she was in a different world, maybe this world was the different one for her. She seemed so out of place when she was here. New things still excited her.

Her newest obsession was getting her nails done. He didn’t mind that though, he liked the way she would bounce over to him showing off the gems and girly colors on her nails. 

As he studied her, he knew she was studying her future classmates. She would analyze them till there was nothing left. She did it to Todoroki, and he was always changing. 

He sighed softly as he looked back at the green haired boy.

………………………..

Y/n stared down the large door to her new class. Class 1-A, what kind of students needed this big a door. She pushed the door open as she pulled her skirt down slightly. 

It was kinda cute, if only it was in a different color. All the other students turned to her, immediately stopping their argument. 

“If you’re just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff right now.” Aizawa’s voice came from behind her. The green haired boy gasped as the pretty brunette and blue haired boy turned to fully look at them. 

On the ground in his yellow sleeping bag her dad laid on the floor. She giggled softly as she moved through the trio. She listened as he scolded the trio. Quickly finding an empty sit behind the blonde boy she watched turn the exam. 

“You were late Y/n.” Aizawa uttered. The rest of the class turned to the girl who was popping a candy in her mouth. 

“My feet were in the class before yours, if anything you’re late.” She muttered. The class whipped their heads around between their teacher and their peer.

Aizawa sighed softly as he reached into his yellow sleeping bag. 

“Right let’s get to it. Put these in and head outside.” Aizawa pulled their gym uniforms out. One after the other her classmates grabbed their uniforms Y/n lingered behind. 

She took her uniform from her dad a smile on her face. She liked the way her classmates looked. She recognized a few of them. 

“Go Y/n, make some new friends.” She gave her dad a tiny smile as she skipped away towards the locker room.

………………………..

“What? A quirk assessment test?”

Y/n sat on the ground next to Shoto while drawing in the dirt. She lazily drew small pictures with her nail, not worried about the dirt.

“But orientation! We’re gonna miss it!” The pretty brunette said. Y/n rested her head on her other hand. 

I think her name is Uraraka. 

“If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa spoke. Y/n nodded her head softly. She’d been watching the first year ceremony since she was eight, it was a huge bore.

The students around her gasped, Y/n yawned. As Aizawa continued his lecture Y/n grab onto her h/t hair, playing with a lock of it. 

I wonder what Hatter is doing? Is he having a tea party? I want tea, and cakes. Oh and those muffins that March Hare would make. They always had this pink frosting that tasted like berries on it.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points in the entrance exam. What was your farthest throw with a softball when you were in junior high?“ Aizawa asked cutting of her thoughts. 

She huffed softly as the angry explosion boy from the exam answered. She stared at him, a small smile. He looked like a Pomeranian.

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.” He answered. Y/n kept her gaze on him, she liked his voice. It wasn’t tired and scratchy like her dad’s. Or cold and smooth like Shoto’s. It was deep and kinda rough.

She watched him as Aizawa made him stand in the throwing circle. She watched him roll his shoulders slightly. 

“DIE!” The ball when shooting into the sky with Bakugo’s explosive power. Her eyes widened and she cast her gaze up at her popsicle friend. He gave her a slight nod and she returned her gaze to the blonde. 

The Queen of Hearts would like him.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” Aizawa clicked his device showing off how far Bakugo’s ball had gone. 705.2 meters.

Everyone stared in awe and the Pikachu boy spoke up. “705 meters, are you kidding me?”  As her classmates all began to get excited Y/n popped a Carmel in her mouth.

She’d never really taken these kinds of test before. Aizawa had his daughter retain strength and endurance of course. Morning runs and Sunday nights lifts were a part of there routine.

Eight physical tests, last place meant expulsion. It didn’t worry Y/n. Her dad would never expel her even if she would get last place. 

Being everyone else must suck

…………..

A four tests were already done and Y/n smiled softly to herself as she sipped on her juice. She’d done pretty well for herself, not that she was worried. She was Y/n Aizawa of course she was doing good. 

Everyone was staring at her though. She wasn’t sure why. It’s not like she thought she stood out much. She wasn’t all the pretty.

𝐸𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒞𝐸!

Sorry, didn’t mean to be mean to myself

𝐼’𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃!

Y/n shuffles to Aizawa’s side, a small pout in her face.

“They’re all staring at me.” She mumbled softly. Aizawa gave his a softly look as he too had noticed all his students.

“Do you not like it?” She shrugged her eyes down cast. 

“I dunno.” Aizawa sighed softly as he motioned to his students. 

“Talk to a few of them, maybe they’ll stop staring.” Y/n left his side, not giving much indication of what she was feeling. 

She looked around, she didn’t want to talk to them. What if they don’t like her. Slowly she approached a pink haired girl. Her hair was fluffy. She pat the girls shoulders. She turned around, stopping her conversation with a few other girls.

“I like your hair.” She uttered. The pink girl laughed.

“Thanks.?”

“It’s like cotton candy.” The pink girl froze. She stared at Y/n differently. She stared at Y/n’s large and doe like eyes. Her full and pretty lips. Her smooth clear s/c skin that seemed to shine softly. She even smelt good, just like sugar.

“Well aren’t you a cutie! I’m Mina Ashido!” Y/n smiled softly as she looked over at Uraraka throw her ball. The two girls who she now knew as Mina (who insisted on being call by her first name) and the pretty raven head Momo Yaoyorozu. 

“Thank you.” She squeaked softly. The two girls went wide eyed as they stared at her. Y/n curled her nose as she watched Aizawa stop Midoryia. 

The rest of the class looked over at her as she rubbed her eyes and yawned sitting in the floor.

So cute!

Y/n rolled her eyes as she watched Aizawa scold the broccoli looking boy. It’s gonna be a long first day.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We get to meet a new friend of Alice!reader’s. 😁😁😁

Word Count : 722

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

A/n: TW for this chapter being creepy men near the beginning.

The soft yellow lights of Y/n’s room glowed as she sat at her desk, her literature book laid out in front of her. She tiredly flipped through the pages of Romeo and Juliet, it brought a small smile to her face. Although Romeo was incredibly reckless and impulsive his love for Juliet brought a smile to her lips. Juliet a more calm and dutiful daughter who rebelled against her family out a love. A true tragedy of a love story.

Small pebbles hit at her window quickly. Standing from her desk she opened her window, a rock hitting her forehead. She froze for a moment as the figure bellow cursed softly.

“Shit! You good kid?” Y/n rubbed her face and looked down at the scared man. His black hair, turquoise eyes and purple scars all over his body.

“Yes. Why are you here Dabi.” He smiled widely as he opened his duffle bag, it was filled to the brim with spray paint. Y/n’s eyes glittered softly as she stared down at all the colors. 

“Let me change!” Y/n slammed her window and rummaged around her drawls. Putting out black sweats and tank top she threw them on. Aizawa was out on some hero work and begrudgingly left her home alone under the promise she wouldn’t leave the house. 

Y/n smirked as she closed her book and opened her window back up. Aizawa would be disappointed if he knew all the things she did when he wasn’t home but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Climbing down from her window she stood next to Dabi, his frame towering hers. She smiled brightly up at him as her placed his long jacket around her.

“It’s cold out crazy, now let’s go before I regret coming to get you.” The fourteen year old smiles as she skipped in front of him. She hummed softly, the flowers growing as she walked down the path. The pair their way down an alley, some drunk men staring at Y/n. 

Dabi sped up placing his hand firmly on her shoulder, he didn’t like the look the men were giving her. He’d seen that look on boys before, and he would not allow what they wanted when he was there to protect her. 

She pouted up at him as he forced her to walk next to him. She simply let Dabi pull her close. Once out of the alley she struggled away from him with a curious look. The pair made their way to an abandoned building and Dabi threw blue paint at Y/n. 

Immediately Y/n began spraying the the wall, Dabi stood close as he did the same. Her perfect and strange flowers next to his threatening words. His eyes bore down at her, watching her innocent smile as she vandalized the wall. She hummed softly, bobbing her head up and down. 

“Hey Dabi?”

“What crazy?”

She cocked her head to the side as she knelt down. She picked a glowing turquoise flower with a white center. Rolling his eyes he knelt down to her as she place the flower in his hair.

“I’m hungry. Do you have an food?” Dabi chuckled as he ruffled her hair. He reached into his bag pulling out a container of ramen, with pork and vegetables. Y/n’s eyes lit up as she took the container and chopsticks from Dabi. 

Y/n slide down the wall, munching on her steaming food as Dabi continued to spray paint the wall. He watched her slurp up the noodles, eat the bok Chou with a bright smile and drinking the streaming spicy broth. 

Hunger was something Y/n was full of. When ever he went to see her she was hungry. It wasn’t that she wasn’t being fed, Dabi knew the the pro hero who was her guardian feed her incredibly well. After a while he began to bring food for his crazy kid.

He reached into his bag as she slipped the broth, his threw a small strawberry cake at her. She caught it with a giddy smile as she finished her ramen. She began to devour the sweet treat as Dabi smiled softly.

Together the pair sat in relative silence, all except for the much g on cake and the paint spraying on the wall.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

So as we enter the actual series I think I need some help. I’m having a bit of trouble making Alice!reader’s hero name. I have a few ideas but I would love some suggestions from y’all.

Nemesis: A goddess of revenge and justice

Serenity: the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled

Wonder Rose: The Roses of Wonderland are the symbol of the Second Alice and are a part of all the teas Alice!reader drinks

Querencia: A place where one feels safe; a place from which one's strength of character is drawn

Paracosm: a detailed, imaginary world created by a child involving humans, aliens, and supernatural creatures

This will not be a final decision but will hold a great influence cause I’m indecisive.

Class 1-A with a fem! Quirkless reader! Cold, reserved, yet polite and soft spoken when talking, S/O may as well be an Ice Queen. Growing up alone with no love in exchange for massive training and tons of combat experience in illegal underground rings, making her one of the strongest students. Also, she has countless scars and burn marks all over her body from neck to toe, which she conceals by wearing scarfs, gloves, winter clothes. Class 1-A and some teachers reactions?

Characters: Class 1-A, All Might and Aizawa (really brief Recovery Girl and Nezu)

Genre: General, Minor h/c if you really squint, minor angst if you squint really hard + HCs

CW: Abuse (briefly stated but no in-depth descriptions + physical aftermath talked about), F!Reader (uses the girl's change room but other than that nothing else), all relations are platonic

a/n: Hi anon! Thanks for the request (only took me forever lol), hope you like it :)

Honestly, everyone thought that you were either cold or that the extra layers had something to do with your quirk. Both were plausible conclusions and there had been no other indication it could be some other reason. However, within the first week, the quirk theory was debunked.

Of course, this bred questions upon questions. How the hell did you pass the entrance exam quirkless? And just what are you capable of doing out of the field?

When the opportunity was presented, many not so subtly hinted at you to join the first round of the exercise. Finally, they’d get to see what you can do! Come the end of your round let’s just say they easily understood why you passed the entrance exam and never questioned it again.

This also left them with their final - and only - conclusion that the bundle of clothes you wear is due to you being cold. A few ask if you’d like them to turn the heat up so you could take off an article or two, though you always decline. So be it, they don’t push.

Midoriya has tremendous respect, adoration and idolization for you. Whether he lets it be known or not really just depends on the day. After all, you made it to UA quirkless, the one thing he thought was unachievable. Hell, the whole class may have some ounce of respect for you, seeing as the achievement is inspiring.

They all care very little about your personality or how you first come off. Deep down you’re nice and kind and polite and that's all that mattered to them. You’ll come around eventually, most do.

It's the girls that find out about your little secrets first. Concealing 101 and you trip up; a rookie mistake while changing after class. Shocked and horrified gasps are all you need to hear to know you've let one of the nastier scars show.

Whether you tell them the truth, just some of it or none at all, most will be on the verge of tears. No matter what you say though, they all know that tremendous pain is linked to that mark and insist on reporting it to the police. No accident would leave those scars. And if not the police then at least Mr. Aizawa or All Might (of course, none force you to take this step. They know it's not their place).

Regardless of how much your story was told the ladies all silently agreed to never let slip what they saw that evening. Unfortunately, everyone else knows by the end of the week; another, similar mistake regarding a looser shirt on a warm day slipping down just right being the cause.

It’s more wide-eyed looks than a verbal reaction. You're tossing between running or letting things play out naturally. However, given how your body is locked in freeze mode you don't think you have much of a say. Only when the looks of understanding, curiosity and sympathy (or is it pity?) register are you able to get to your feet. You're making a beeline down the hall and to the safety of your room where no one can see the darker parts of yourself. Unfortunately, it all comes to a crashing halt (literally) when you run into Mr. Aizawa.

Even though he was able to stop you both from falling over the wind is still knocked from his lungs. There’s a quick scolding on the tip of his tongue, something about no running or watching where you’re going, but it quickly dies off when he sees what’s got everyone silent.

The scars are one thing, they’re marks he’s seen often on both himself and others. No, what really has his heart dropping to the pits of his stomach is the branded insignia etched into your skin. He knows it far too well but it’s also something he never thought to see again.

Coming to his senses a mumbled, “…be careful next time," is what leaves his mouth instead, carefully letting you go to walk off to your room. Whatever the Pro Hero was going to say to everyone before doesn't come, instead, he too turns back the way he came. There are some things he has to think about about.

Sleep didn't come easy that night, Aizawa's mind plagued with memories from years ago. He knows that you can't save everyone, it's not always possible, but he could have sworn he and a few others rescued all the victims from the underground ring case. If you slipped under the radar then just how many others did he and his team miss?

There’s a mix of rage and guilt swirling in his chest as he finally drifts off. Aizawa knows what went on in that illegal organization and to think you went through more than you had to because of his negligence? He’ll be kicking himself for it for a while.

Come morning - a weekend thankfully - there were a few ways Aizawa thought to approach this. One was to relay this information to the other Pro Heroes, the ring could still be happening for all they know. The second option was to call you into his office in the dorms and talk with you. Of course, the second option was what he went with.

The room was thick with awkwardness; you, unsure why you'd been called in, and Aizawa was unsure where to begin exactly.

"That symbol... I know, (L/N)." Your teacher didn't have to say much more for you to get where the conversation was heading. He asked if there were others still out there and if there were if you would share their location and any names you might know. Though, he paused in his onslaught upon seeing you curl into yourself.

"Sorry. I just..." want to help. To stop the monsters that do these things to the innocent.

He gives you a moment to calm down before asking if it was alright to continue. Aizawa went slower with his questions, fetching you some water to sip on throughout and staying quiet as you spoke until you were done.

He's a man that gets straight to the point, and at times a man of few words, but he knew that no words would be able to convey how grateful he is or how proud he is that you told him all you could. Even if you couldn't or didn't tell much, it doesn't erase how brave you are for trying.

You have yet to gain your hero license but already you're saving lives. "Thank you."

With your permission, Aizawa told the other Pros that he felt should know. All Might was one of them. He took the news harder than Aizawa did, having worked on the case as well, but he was the one that proudly and confidently stated that all victims had been saved. That every villain was apprehended and that no one else was to be harmed because of them. What a joke - he sees now what a liar he was.

The former number one apologies to you. Full on “I’m sorry... for failing you...” because that’s what he believes he’s done. And in some ways, that's what he did. While others got to go home to whatever families they had or live better lives, you sat chained to a cold and lonely routine, unable to leave the side of the group who used you for their own personal monetary gain and sick entertainment. But perhaps, another part of you wants to forgive, because you too know that the operation was huge and that there are always those few that aren't found. Who are you to hold it against them when they obviously did all they could? Besides, it's not their fault for being deceived - told by those they caught that they had everyone, that there was no one else to catch.

When you were advised that Recovery Girl might be able to patch up and ease the more prominent scars, you weren't sure what to do or say. Still, you figured it wouldn't hurt to go and see her. The moment the little old lady peeked at your skin her smile faded. Before, she had kept a conversation going with you but now she continued her examination in silence. She'd been told what to roughly expect but she couldn't be prepared for the sheer volume of it all.

As soon as the old woman finished she told it to you straight: "I'm sorry dear. At best I can give you something to allow them to fade but I make no guarantee that any would disappear." Despite the news, you thank her and leave with the cream and ointment she prescribed.

Nezu asked for you to visit him a few days later. While keeping his cheery tone he told you that if at any point you couldn't complete an assignment, accommodations would be made for you. After all, he wishes for all UA students to be safe and succeed - you included. (And perhaps it's because he too understood a fraction at least of what you'd gone through. He knew the trials it takes to get back on your feet and that there is no easy, straightforward path.)

Your friends encourage you at times to shed the scarf or jacket you wear around the dorm, assuring you that your scars don't scare them and that they won't judge you for them. While old habits are very hard to break (especially when tied to something traumatic, something that each of your classmates understands is hard to unravel) there are times when you can let yourself breathe just a little easier and stay cool during the warmer months. In these times, it's the little achievements that go a long way.

The whole class makes it so that they watch their tones and movements - they don't want to accidentally bring forth a memory. Half the class already was pretty quiet but it's students like Bakugou that you can really see the change in. Anyone can see that if you're around his voice isn't as loud compared to before, or that there are fewer and fewer times his hands will pop with mini explosions. Midoriya, Mina, Ida, Uraraka, Denki and Kirishima become more aware to tone down their own voices as well, knowing that they can get pretty loud at times. Shouji watched where his extra limbs were and Tokoyami instructed Dark Shadow to not creep up on you.

Todoroki will sometimes randomly come up to you and share a tip or two on how to care for your burns (both long-term and for any more recent ones should there be any) while Midoriya tells you how he personally maintains his scarring.

There was only once that everyone collectively told you that you could talk to them if you'd like. A few pointed out that if you were told repeatedly then you might be inclined to not reach out, hence their decision. Teachers, classmates, whoever, you could talk to them if you want or need to. Each of them would be there for you no matter what and they want to make that clear. Whether you reached out or not is up to you.

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