We Are The Protagonists Of The World .

➴we are the protagonists of the world .

I keep thinking about in highschool Aizawa wasn’t necessarily a reclusive kinda guy. Like the reason why he and Shirakumo became friends was because they were seatmates and just started talking to each other (it seemed that way in that one manga panel). It was only after Shirakumo died that Aizawa started isolating himself more and thats why his closest friends now are still the same people he was close to in highschool. Because after Shirakumo died he never let anyone else in. So all that was left were the people who have been there since the beginning with him, i.e. Mic and Midnight, and like honestly, friendship 100% with that crew, ya feel?

But then this year from hell came and his homeroom class plus 2 kids that he took responsibility for just crash landed into his life and even though its never really shown I appreciate how we see subtle hints of him opening himself up more. Not just to the kids, but also to colleagues he previously had a bit of distaste for, i.e. All Might. We stan that character development even if its not really in the spotlight.

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Why Did It Have to be Him? pt. 1 (Aizawa x Reader)

a/n: okay ya’ll this is purely self indulgent because i have been simping so hard for this man lately. anddd the fact that my guilty pleasure for Aizawa is student-teacher scenarios huhuhu (splashes holy water on self) that being said… i hope ya’ll like this :)

Warnings: Student-Teacher relationship, Age-gap, Cursing

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Today was like any other day.

You woke up and did everything that needed to be done. With how routine it had become, things were quite a blur. One moment you were changing in your house and the next you were now face to face with your fellow class 1-A people.

With the minutes dragging by, you could feel your heart beat faster. Fingers growing numb at the sensation of seeing him again. Heat building up between your thighs at the mere thought of his presence.

Despite the volume of the class rep’s voice telling you all to sit down, your ears were more focused on the classroom doors. Any moment now, he would enter and the silent and devouring longing would happen once again. Your teeth instantly chewed on your inner cheek when the doors slid open.

“Okay, class.” He began. “Change into your PE uniforms. We will work on your quirks today.”

One by one, your classmates left the room. His eyes followed their movements one by one. Landing on you, he could feel his heart clench and his mind working overdrive. Both your eyes met yet no one dared to break the contact.

“Hurry up and catch up with the others.” He instructed. “Tell them to be ready in 20 minutes.”

“Yes, Aizawa-sensei.”

He knew that look too well. The way your eyes would linger on his face and slowly make their way down. He could see how your pupils were dilated with the small distance between the two of you. How many weeks had this been going on? Placing a hand on your back, barely touching the fabric of your uniform, he led you out of the room and went to the teacher’s lounge.

‘Damn this.’ You cursed yourself. What started off as admiration came spiraling down after the Summer Camp incident. How did it end up like this?

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