Aizawa X Student Reader Platonic

Aizawa x Student reader platonic

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Warning: mentions of disordered eating...

Aizawa x Student!Reader (Platonic)- Only Rice?

You werent really eating. At least not as far as Aizawa could tell. He'd had his eye on you for a while now, first noticing your rather strange behaviour during lunch break when you sat on your own and didnt eat anything except for plain rice.

He found it peculiar that you would eat so little during your break, and it didn't help when all you wore were baggy clothes. He couldn't help but find it suspicious, but he hadnt said anything until one day you didnt eat altogether, worrying him greatly.

All you ever ate was plain white rice, and he never saw you eat anything else, and the way that your baggy clothes dwarfed your short, thin form made you seem much smaller than everyone else. His eyebrows furrowed in worry as he wandered away to see Present Mic and All Might, wondering what they would have to say about his suspicions.

Meanwhile, you sit at a table in the corner of the lunch room playing subway surfers on your phone, completely oblivious to the way aizawa is worrying over you. You had stupidly left your lunch at the dorms on the kitchen side and you couldnt muffle your mournful sigh, having really been craving rice for the past month.

It's another silly food obsession that will be replaced with something else any time now, you're sure, since you often go through phazes of craving your favourite food, only to then get bored of it and become obsessed with something else instead. This time, it was white rice. Boring, but so fluffy and sweet that you could literally cry if you tasted it again.

But alas, it sits on the counter a few buildings away because of your forgetfulness, and you just can't be bothered to go and get it. Curse your scatterbrain.

Once lunch finishes and the lesson after it ends you breath a sigh of relief, puffing out your cheeks like a hamster and readying yourself to leave when suddenly you hear Aizawa call your name with a troubled look on his face.

Oh oh. Aizawa Sensei never looks troubled. This spells bad luck. You fidget with the sleeves of your oversized school shirt, about to start rambling out random apologies for minor offenses like not replacing the toilet roll and using the last of the butter in the dormitory fridge until he clears his throat, waiting for the last of the stragglers in the class to leave.

"(-), I'm... worried about you. Answer me truthfully. I will know if you're lying. As your teachwr, I'm here for you and you can confide in me for any of your problems. I want to help you, but to do that, i need to know what's wrong..."

He pauses, his tone sounding heavy and full of genuine concern, which is rare even in worse circumstances.

"When was the last time you ate something?"

Your breath hitches and you blink in confusion, having not expected that question at all and doing a bit of a double take as he stares down into your soul.

You respond with a visibly confused expression, making Aizawa wonder what might be going through your head. Maybe you don't realise there's something a little concerning about your eating habits?

"Uh-... t-this morning? Why? Whats wrong? Have i been poisoned?!..."

Aizawa sweat-drops a little at your forwardness, though he is at least a little glad that you've apparently eaten this morning.

"Calm down, no, you haven't been poisoned. But- why didnt you eat at lunch? I only ever see you eat the bare minimum. And, frankly... I think you're suffering because of it. You seem very-... thin- lately..."

He hesitates to comment on your appearance, but he is genuinely very worried about you, since he came to the conclusion that you have some kind of eating disorder, and he know all about how dangerous the effects of these disorders can be.

You stare up at him in shock, your eyes widening as you finally realise what's going on, relief flooding your face.

"Wha-?... OH-! Ohhhh-... that makes sense now- listen, i know it looks weird, but please believe me, Sensei, when i say that i'm actually doing very fine. I just left my lunch in the kitchen this morning on accidwnt and uh-... might've been a little too lazy to go and get it..."

The conversation continues a lot like this, with Aizawa giving you a suspicious stare as you defend tour strange behavious, only now realising just how strange they are now that you're being called out. Oops.

Eventually you compromise with your poor, worried Sensei, offering to go and get your lunch now and eat it in front of him, and you both settle on that, the old man feeling a little better and more assured that you're not suffering all alone.

By the time you actually do manage to finish your food Aizawa Sensei is quite a bit more assured of your wellbeing, while you convince him that you're actually quite normal in size since you've always been kind of small. Though the conversation diverts to the clothes that shroud your form, and just maybe you let slip to Aizawa the fact that you only wear loose clothes because Mineta makes you feel really uncomfortable. But you only tell him that because he gives off very safe, parental energy, and you feel comfortable talking about it with him.

And just maybe he is silently fuming when you mention that it's not just you who feels genuinely unsettled by his presence, but it is in fact all of the girls in 1-A that feel this way.

Nobody knows where Mineta Minoru is the next morning, and nobody really wants to ask. And when the school cafeterias added plain white rice as a dish to be served on its own, along with a few other class favourites, noone thinks anything of it. But you do. And when your smile is a little brighter the next time your eyes meet your Sensei's, he feels acomplished as a teacher.

Dadzawa activate 👁👁

I absolutely adore dadzawa PLSPLSPLS THIS APP NEEDS MORE DADZAWA!! WE DESERVE MORE DAMNIT 🛐

GUYS IM BACK AFTER A LONG, 2 YEAR HIATUS

And i am doing requests so pls pls pls send me some cus im in the mood to write baes 😋

Am currently taking requests for mainly mha/bnha because i am stuck in an obsession with it atm

I will write for aizawa (i mainly like to write platonic fluff with like a sad student reader or something though) but ill write smut too (just not with a student 💀

I will also write for shinso, denki, katsuki, izuku, todoroki and iida

I also prefer angst with a happy ending, i wont do x dead reader because i just dont have the heart 😧

But plsplspls gimme some random requests to do and ill have fun with them <3

I can also write for yu yu hakusho and bleach! Dont hold out on requests please, i want to be absolutely flooded with them! 😍

Hello,can you do a headcanon about hinata x childhood!reader?

The reader always support hinata whenever he's playing volleyball,i think it's cute.

I absolutely adore this omg!

Also i conpletely forgot that you said headcannon and not fic, but when i realised i was already halfway through and it was too late to regret it 💀

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Hinata x Reader

Hinata had been passionate about volleyball for as long as you could remember. There was never a time where you hadn't known him to be obsessed with the sport.

Obviously you hadn't been friends with him his whole life, but the two of you had been thick as thieves since you had first met. Some would say you were attached at the hip.

So when he didn't grow out of what people called this "childish phase" of being obsessed with the sport, you really weren't surprised. He had a passion. You weren't sure what was so wrong with that.

Life seemed so confusing as a kid. It was all "you should find your passion and stick to it! Enjoy life! Hobbies are healthy!" Until you actually found something you liked. Then it was "that's not how the real world works. You're obsessed! You're acting like a child!"

It's just a game. What's the harm in having fun?

It didn't matter to you, though. Hinata was your ride or die, and you would stick with him! If Hinata wants to play volleyball, then he should be able to do what he wants and the parents could stuff it. Sucks to suck.

And stick with him you did. You've not missed a single one of his big games, and you were always in the stands cheering him on, whether it be through victory or a crushing defeat.

You only wished you could play along with him, but you're a girl, and would have to join the girl's team and to be honest, you were never very good at volleyball anyway. You would've just dragged their team down.

Whatever. Sucks to suck, right?

You've never told him how many times you've backed him up when he wasn't even there, speaking up against passing people who made comments on how hard he tries for something so seemingly irrellivant. What assholes. You've always backed his corner though.

You both met when you were little, when you ran straight into eachother and collided headfirst during a big game of tag in the playground. Though, when people ask, you like to just say "i broke his nose" and leave it at that.

You sit at the bleachers, watching Hinata fly sky high as he smacks the ball down into the opposing team's court, winning the game by a few points. As much as he likes to explain all of the rules and positions in the game over and over, you just never really understood. But that was okay, because for what you lacked in understanding, you more than made up for in support and encouragment.

You leap over the bleachers like a wild kangaroo, practically bouncing up to the buzzing ginger and enveloping him into a hug while he talks to Suga. The team don't really know you all that well, but when that Tanaka boy spots you, he sure wishes he does.

Hinata goes stiff as a board as you attach yourself to him like some sort of koala person, squishing him with the might of a bear and rambling on abput how proud you are, his blush rushing all the way down to his toes.

He feels like the luckiest person on earth right now, his teammates and friends with him as they bask in the glory of their recent triumph, and his bestie at his back, cuddling him and giggling about something along the lines of "flying sky high". He doesn't remember you ever being the type of person to try drugs, but- hey... don't knock it 'till you try??

"Oh gosh i almost set my house on fire this morning because i forgot you can't put forks in the microwave- but here i am! And boy am i glad because i couldnt bear to miss this! Gotta be here- i mean, why break tradition, huh? Never missed a game yet! -Because what are we? For lifers!-"

Your pointless rambling is cut off as Hinata hugs you back, having managed to spin you around while he starts on a pointless ramble on his own.

The team watches on in horror as you both seem to speak in your own private language, your synchronised rambling and jumping around signalling that Hinata may be a duplicate.

Tobio deadpanns. "It was already too much with just one of that idiot. Now we've got another one?"

Neither of you notice though, and you're too busy making synchronised squealing noises and jumping around to notice the comment, but just seeing you here in support for Hinata's dream is enough for most of them.

And with open arms, the team comes to recognise you as Hinata's number one, and just as valuable of a friend.

This video is obviously not mine lmfao but omfg this is exactly how i imagine reader and hinata to be like together 💀💀💀

DO YOU WRITE FOR MIRKO?!,!,!,!

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SHE IS SO FINE ONG 😫

Unfortunately though, i havent quite that far into the anime or manga and kind of took a break from watching it because i couldnt bear to watch all of my fav characters get injured

I was rlly like "but if i dont watch it then it didnt happen" and this is an accurate representation of my constant state of denial and running from my problems ⚰

BUT

I CAN, however, watch some compilations of her on youtube and get a feel of her personality that way, so in short, yes i can write for mirko if you have a request for her <3

Hope this helped :)))

Okay yall as youre reading this im boutta clean the whole house and take some fatass nap and hope to the lord jesus christ that i wake up with some miraculous 1729747494 tumblr notifications in 6 hours 💀💀

Yall it is 9AM and it's my bed time i really on some raccoon shit

Ofc queen🫶🏼

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