A/N: Before anyone is like "Oh my god gross!" or anything like that, this is strictly a concerned teacher helping out his student (who just so happens to be a vigilante-), nothing else! Also, lowkey was this inspired by a few audio's and cosplays I've been seeing? ...Maybe. Am I also writing this at midnight when I know I have to be up at 7 for work...also maybe ^^;

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//Aizawa's pov\\

Aizawa frowned deeply as his eyes caught on (Y/n), the girl had her head on her desk, (h/c) fallen over her eyes and currently fast asleep. This had been going on for a week now, coming into class exhausted and nearly stumbling over air when in training. It was beginning to worry him to the point he was debating on saying something to her. The man knew that she lived alone due to her parents living overseas and paying for her stay from there, and couldn't help but wonder if her exhaustion had something to do with that situation.

Iida and Momo stood in front of the class, currently deciding on a hangout place and time for the days off they would be having soon. Aizawa of course let them do their own thing and remained focused on his student from his place on the floor in his sleeping bag. A few of the other Class
1-A students had noticed shockingly that their teacher was still awake, but seemed too invested in the plans being made to question it at this point. He sighed and decided he'd shrug it off for now and talk to her about the exhaustion after the school day ended. However, before he could close his eyes to doze off and take a well deserved nap, (Y/n) shifted slightly in her sleep, causing a bit of hair to fall away from the side of her neck. In turn, this revealed a rather nasty looking wound that clearly hadn't been taken care of. 

Standing from his sleeping bag, Aizawa raised his voice. "(Y/n) (L/n), wake up!" it only took a few seconds for the poor (h/c) haired girl to jolt awake and look around panicked before paling as her (e/c) eyes landed on her teacher. "Good, now that you're awake, hallway. Now." He left no room for argument as he opened the door and waited for her to join him. Hesitantly (Y/n) made her way out into the hallway, getting looks of confusion from her classmates before she shut the door and spoke. She was already making an apology and was sputtering it out in a nervous fashion. "I am so sorry Mr. Aizawa sir! I haven't been getting much sleep so I ju-"

The black haired man sighed and crossed his arms as he cut her off from the apology and explanation she was attempting to give. "That's not why I'm bringing you out here, (L/n). I brought you out here because I want to know where that wound on your neck came from. It certainly wasn't there at the end of the day yesterday." 

Aizawa watched as the teen's eyes widened and a hand instantly shot up to cover the wound. However, he noticed she didn't press on it as her speech started to speed up a bit and her reply was far too quick for his liking. "Oh, this? It's kinda nasty looking huh? I ended up tripping down my stairs last night on the last step and as it turns out, there was a nail sticking out of the rail so my neck got caught on it last second"

The man was far from being amused by the tale (Y/n) had spun for him. He wasn't an idiot, and considering he was a hero, he could recognize a knife wound when he saw one. "Cut the crap kid, and tell me how the hell you got that. Because that isn't just some little scrape, nor have you been taking care of it by the looks of it."

Silence was louder than words as the girl looked away from him, her eyes shifting to somewhere else. She knew she had been caught and no excuse she could come up with was going to get her out of this mess. If she told him the truth she'd get in major trouble, and quite possibly get herself behind bars, but, if she tried another excuse or a lie, she'd be questioned until she broke and came clean. It was better to try an excuse then get herself caught, or so she thought. The (h/c) haired girl rubbed her arm as if feeling a bit uncomfortable and ashamed as she spoke.
"I walked home a little later than usual last night...I got caught in a crossfire and got held up as a hostage and I couldn't exactly use my quirk on a civilian so...I had to behave, I got this as a warning when I didn't listen and tried to use some of the moves you taught in class to get away."

Again, the man sighed at his student. While this lie was far more believable then the stairs, it was still missing vital information that someone who had gone through it, wouldn't have left out. "Fine kid, you don't wanna talk I get it. However, we're getting that cleaned up and taken care of, now come on, we're going to the teachers lounge, I'll get you patched up" he added on "since I'm assuming you'd rather not have the school nurse know about this lest she figure out what happened."


//(Y/n)'s Pov\\

I couldn't help the anxiety I felt clawing at my chest as Mr Aizawa and I's footsteps echoed through the halls on our way to the teachers lounge area. I didn't want him finding out about this to begin with, but I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later. It was kind of my own fault for not bandaging it and cleaning it, but after getting into a fight with a lower class villain I had been exhausted when I got home and went straight to bed. 

As Mr. Aizawa sat me down in a chair and made sure the doors were locked, he grabbed a first aid kit from a shelf and started tending to the wound on my neck.
"So, you're really not going to tell me what happened?" 

Something urged me to tell him about what had happened, but I couldn't do it. I trusted my teacher, and I'd trust him with my life in a dangerous situation, he was an amazing hero. But...I didn't want to take any risks, so I kept my mouth shut and shook my head, hissing loudly as I felt the antiseptic spray do it's job and clean the dirt from the wound.

He sighed deeply, a concerned frown on his face as he continued his work cleaning the wound and then starting to bandage it up so it couldn't get more dirty than it had been before.
"That's what you get for not cleaning it sooner kid, at least learn to take care of these if you're not going to ask for help from someone."

"I will...and I really am sorry Mr. Aizawa. I just-" I sighed and buried my fingers into the cloth of my skirt, "I just don't want to worry you is all, or make trouble, but guess I kinda did make trouble by keeping this hidden and falling asleep all the time now."

"(L/n), I don't ever say it, and you better not repeat this to the others, got it? I am your teacher, I worry about each and every one of you when something like this happens. On the field, in training, and especially after or during run in's with the league, I know you guys are well prepared and I have faith, however as a teacher I still worry. When I see one of my best students who used to always be on time, never fall asleep in classes, have some of the cleanest notes, suddenly run late, fall asleep in every class she's in and no longer takes notes and then has wounds she's not talking about? That's highly concerning."

"...I-" Again I paused and clenched at the fabric of my skirt. I couldn't tell him. I wanted to. But I couldn't, he'd be furious and I'd be kicked out of UA. The only reason I was even allowed to stay where I loved being, is because my parents didn't want me to be pulled out of UA after I had been accepted, which is why they moved and let me stay where I was and paid the rent here. I couldn't get kicked out of UA...that's why I didn't want him finding out. I only had a few reasons to be here anymore.

"Kid, just at least tell me something okay? Is someone threatening you? Possibly forcing you into something you didn't want to do?"

I shook my head in response before one of the computers in the room started playing a news report. Who had even left it on to begin with? Who knows really. That didn't matter to me though, not as my teacher's attention was caught by it for a few seconds, and all it took was a few seconds. They were playing a video caught by a civilian, recorded last night. It was me, I knew it was, dressed in an outfit I had specifically created for this type of thing. The video was quick paced, showing the fight between myself and the small time villain that I had caught trying to rape a girl even younger than myself. The damning evidence was clear as day on the screen before Aizawa, the one slash the villain had managed to land on my neck with a knife. 

As the video went on, it eventually cut out as a few strands of my (h/c) hair had slipped out from underneath my hood as I turned away from the camera without a word, leaving the villain passed out cold on the ground. 

"Well, now I see why you refused to crack. This isn't exactly something you would want to get out" Aizawa groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation or perhaps just a bit of frustration from what he had witnessed, "(L/n), hero student or not you can't be doing this type of thing without a hero's provisional license. Not only is it extremely dangerous to you, it's quite possible you'd be caught by the police and sent behind bars, you do realize this right?...Though considering that outfit looks custom made I'd say you realize what you're getting into..."

I couldn't help the tears that wanted to escape from me, I forced them down however and shook my head as I spoke openly, there was no point in hiding anything now. "Mr. Aizawa, he was going to rape a little girl! I couldn't let him do it! And if I had called the police they wouldn't have made it in time! No hero's were around either, I did what I needed to in order to save that girl, and I would do it again if I had the choice. I...I know what I'm getting into. I know what's going to happen if I get caught, and I know I'll be forced from UA if anyone ever catches wind but...I can't just stand by when things like this happen everyday when they could be stopped!"

The man blinked but shook his head, realizing there wasn't any changing his student's mind, there wasn't going to be any way of him getting her out of this. Besides, even if she stopped now, if anyone found out, the consequences would be the same. The least he could do was offer help...it's not like she was killing the villains, he could see she handled the situation in a responsible way (well as responsible as she was able to) without leading to death. He knew she was doing this for the good of people, she didn't care what happened to her, so long as she could make sure people were safe...wasn't that the true purpose of a hero really? 

"If you want to continue down this road, at least start hiding it better. Eventually people are going to question your exhaustion and if you let your grades slip, that's going to be even more questions on your back"

Surprise flooded my body at his words. He wasn't going to yell at me? He wasn't going to tell someone? ...What was the catch? "You're not telling someone? Or even trying to change my mind...so what's the catch? I know you Mr. Aizawa, things can't be that easy with you."

Mr. Aizawa chuckled in slight amusement before he went back to being serious. "I'll be talking to your parents about an arranged living situation. At this point, you need to have someone to take of problems like this one that I had to deal with, your wounds. You clearly don't care for them, and more problems are gonna come up. The least I can do is make sure you're at least taken care of, plus wouldn't surprise me if you don't even cook your own dinner with the way you eat at lunch."

Silence echoed in the room as my stomach growled, only adding more bite to his argument.
"...It gets late when I get home..." 

He sighed and shook his head. "I prove my point here"

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Word Count: 2228

A/n: Holy crap! This was longer than my usual oneshots haha, guess maybe I missed writing these more than I want to admit some times ^^;