Another request from the ✨Sl33pd3pr1v3dS1mp✨. Just a wholesome (at the end) oneshot about a father - daughter relationship between Aizawa and his student❤️❤️❤️

TW: abuse and suicide

*long*

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Your POV:

I walked home from school, a sense of dread growing inside me the closer I got to my house. I knew that, without a doubt, my mother was waiting for me, probably drunk, and was going to severely punish me for being late.

Every day after school I was supposed to come right back home, but Aizawa had wanted me to stay a few extra minutes to discuss my scores on our latest test.

I had walked home as fast as I could, but it was no use- I was still twenty minutes past the time I was supposed to be home by.

Ever since my dad went to jail, my mom has become abusive and alcoholic. There are very strict rules that I had to follow and if I didn't - equally severe punishments.

At first, she had made them so that 'I didn't end up like my father' but now I believe she genuinely liked to hurt me.

I had to tell my friends excuses, like that I have piano practice every day after school so that she doesn't get into trouble.

When I was accepted into UA I thought things would change. I thought that, maybe, she would realize how capable I was and I was training to be a hero, not a criminal.

But no. If anything she got worse, worrying that the pro heroes at UA would put her in jail for all the harm she's caused me.

I gathered my courage and opened the front door to our shabby little house.

"Where the hell have you been!?"

I winced, seeing the empty beer bottles and knowing that I was probably in for a beating.

"Mr Aizawa wanted to talk to me after cl-"

"That is no excuse!" she screamed "You know the rules!"

Her first came flying towards my stomach. What followed was a nightmarish, yet familiar, blur of pain and tears.

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"Don't forget to cover up that bruise on your face." reminded my mom the next morning as if she hadn't been the one who caused it.

I nodded wordlessly and ate my small breakfast quickly, then ran upstairs to get ready before she could find something else to blame me for.

I hadn't done anything, but sometimes she punished me for what dad had done.

I got dressed, brushed my hair and covered up the bruise on my left eye masterfully with foundation.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, before grabbing my backpack and heading out the door.

It was chilly, but hell will freeze over before my mom drives me to school, so I wrapped my uniform tighter around me, wincing as it rubbed against the many cuts on my arms.

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I grabbed my hero suit from it's spot in the wall, fretting about getting changed into it in front of the other girls. What would they think when they saw the many cuts and bruises all over my body?

I tried to come up with an excuse, but none of them sounded believable. But I couldn't tell them the truth- that they were made by my own abusive mother and me using pain as a coping mechanism to escape the hell I lived in.

I didn't meet any of the girl's shocked and concerned looks as I quickly changed into my thankfully long-sleeved hero costume.

"Y/N, if you don't mind me asking how did you get those cuts, kero?" asked Tsu worriedly as the others nodded in agreement.

I very much did mind her asking but I sighed, knowing I had to give them some kind of excuse.

"I've been going to, um, extra training lessons. There's, uh, kind of intense." I said sheepishly, scratching a small cut on my forearm.

They exchanged suspicious glances but didn't inquire further.

I quickly walked out of the room, escaping the danger of someone figuring out the real reason I had those injuries. Or so I thought...

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"Kirishima is out of bounds!" announced Mr Aizawa at the end of mine and Kirishima's training match. We were sparring in a large white rectangle, practicing for the upcoming UA sports festival.

"L/N wins!"

I smiled as I wiped the sweat off of my face.

Kirishima was a tough opponent, literally, but I was getting stronger and was finding new ways to use my quirk every day. If only my mom could see that.

"Class dismissed. L/N, stay here for a minute, I need to talk to you. The rest of you, go get changed." called Mr Aizawa.

My heart sank. I could not afford to be late again.

"Um, can we talk another time? My- I have piano practice..." I started urgently.

"Piano practice can wait." he said sternly.

"Sir, you don't understand! My m- piano instructor is going to kill me if I'm late!"

"How many days a week do you go to these piano lessons?" asked Mr Aizawa.

"5..."

"And they all start right after school?"

"Yes..."

"Ok. One last thing, L/N." he said. "You do know that you can talk to me, right?"

I swallowed nervously and nodded, making my way back to the changing rooms.

I walked out wearing my normal UA uniform. I quickly walked down the halls until I got outside, taking quicker strides than usual to make up for lost time.

But as soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs I ran into none other than my homeroom teacher.

"You wouldn't mind if I walked you home, would you? We live in the same direction any way."

I wanted to tell him that there was no need to walk me home because I didn't want my mom to punish me for bringing him close to our house but in the end I just sighed and nodded, knowing that I couldn't refuse him.

We walked side by side in silence for awhile. I needed to make sure my mom didn't see him or she would think I brought him and there would be hell to pay.

"Ok, sir, I can take it from here." I said nervously, hoping that he would take the hint.

"I'm sure you can, but I want to walk you to your house." he insisted.

"Please, sir, I don't think that's a good idea." I pleaded.

He glanced sideways at me, silently showing me that he was resolved.

"Look, my mom doesn't really like pro heroes that much so maybe it would be best if we went our separate ways." I said, throwing caution to the wind.

"I don't look very much like a pro hero to be honest." he replied.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. He had a point...

As he had promised, Aizawa walked me right up to my door.

A bead of nervous sweat rolled down my forehead as I opened the door.

"I'm home!" I called.

"Where have you been!? You were supposed to be home five minutes ago! And don't tell me your teacher held you back again, because-" her screams were cut off abruptly when she noticed Mr Aizawa standing right behind me.

"Y/N, who is that!? You know you're not allowed to bring guests over, let alone-"

"I'll handle her." I whispered to my teacher, not wanting him to get caught up in whatever drama my mom was about to start.

He started to protest, glaring at my mother, but I shut the door in his face, looking apologetically at him.

I turned to face my mother, prepared for the worst.

And the worst is what I got.

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"L/N."

I flinched and turned around slowly to face my teacher as I was walking out of the classroom.

"Sir, please. You know I can't be late."

"We need to talk. Sit."

Reluctantly, I sat down in the desk in front of him. I got a few worried and curious glances from my classmates as they all filed out of the room.

"First of all, how did you get that bruise on your eye." he started.

"What bruise?" I asked, playing dumb. I covered it up with make up again today so I had no idea how he knew.

"Yesterday when you where training the make up smudged." he explained "Did your mom give it to you?"

I couldn't see I way out of this- he knew what my mom was like and if I had gotten it from training, I would've gone to Recovery Girl.

"Yes..." I said quietly, looking down.

"And she has hurt you before?

"Only when she's really angry." I said quietly again.

"L/N, your classmates told me that your arms and legs were covered in cuts and bruises. Did she do that to you?"

"Only some of them." I mumbled.

"Then who-" he cut himself off as he realized.

"L/N, do you think your mother deserves to go to jail?" asked Aizawa seriously.

"Maybe, but it's not like I have anywhere else to go. And you don't have any proof that she abuses me."

"Is it ok if I walk you home again?"

"No!" I felt my eyes tear up as I remembered what I had to go through last time she saw Aizawa "Please sir, I can't go through that again!"

My voice broke and a single tear fell.

"I see. L/N."

I stopped to look at him as I stood up.

"We'll find a solution, ok?"

For a moment a vision of a world without my mother filled my mind. No being punished for being five minutes late, no going to bed fearing the morning, maybe even having a different parent. A loving parent. A real parent.

I smiled, bowed to Mr Aizawa and quickly left the classroom.

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A week had passed since Aizawa's promise and so far nothing had changed. My mother still hurt be and I had begun to consider an alternative option.

An option, where I could leave all of my troubles behind and never be a burden to anyone.

And so, I found myself standing on the roof of our house in the dead of night.

The wind was blowing through my hair as I stepped closer to the edge. I felt free. Soon I would truly be free.

I drowned out all the sounds and lights as I closed my eyes and stepped off the edge.

The air rushed around me. As the ground neared, so did blissful oblivion.

And then, I wasn't falling anymore.

I was in someone's arms as they swung through the air.

"Crap, I didn't think it was this bad..." he muttered to himself.

I struggled and screamed but to no avail.

When he used his capture scarf to slow our fall I realized it was Mr Aizawa.

But what was he doing at my house in the middle of the night?

As if he could read my thoughts, he said:

"I came to check on you. I'm sorry that it took so long, but I think we finally have enough evidence against your mother to arrest her." he told me, setting me down carefully on the ground.

But as soon as my feet hit the pavement, I knees gave out and I crumpled into him, sobbing.

He uncertainly patted my back as I cried into his chest.

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"L/N. I need you to stay after class today." Aizawa told after school the next morning.

A heard a few muttered 'again?'s but I ignored them. I knew that it was probably about last night.

"The police are currently at your house." he informed me. "All we need is you to tell them your side of the story, the photos taken by some of the police officers beforehand and evidence found inside your house."

My heart lifted at the idea of never seeing my mother again, but one question remained:

"Sir, where am I going to live? My parents are in jail, hopefully forever, and I have no other relatives."

He smiled, not one of his usual creepy grins, but a genuine one.

"As long as you have no objections, it's been decided that you're going to stay... with me."

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"Please sign the adoption papers here... and here... Thank you, sir! Y/N L/N is now officially your daughter! Congratulations!"

I smiled at my new father and he smiled back.

After staying with him for a few weeks and finding out what it was like to have a real family, I was overjoyed when he asked if I wanted to officially become his daughter.

We walked home together side by side.

"This is the best day of my life." I whispered as we walked into his apartment. Our apartment.

"Mine too, kid." he smiled. "What do you want for supper?"

"Anything's fine."

He went into the kitchen, put his hair up and started making hamburger helper.

We ate and talked about our day at school. I told him about what happened between the students and he told me about the teacher drama.

After supper he came up to me and said:

"Come on, kid, you know the drill. I just need to check."

I lifted up my sleeves and showed him my arms- no new cuts.

"Good job." he praised.

Later that evening, I went to bed feeling happier than I ever had. There was no fear of my mom punishing me in the morning and no hope that I might not wake up.

Now I had a home and an amazing parent. Now I wasn't abused or hated. I didn't feel the need to cut myself.

I was loved.

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A/n

If can relate to Y/N in the beginning of the oneshot at all or have any suicidal thoughts please find help!

You are loved and wanted❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

That being said, I hope you all enjoyed that oneshot! Thanks for reading<3333

~Nomi