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Assistant: Title: Twisted Fate (Aizawaxreader)
        Author: Aizawas_wife33 Aizawas_wife33 
        Chapter: 2/48 
        Summary: Two years ago, your life fell apart when you lost your family in an accident you couldn't stop. Grief drove you to abandon your hero status, leaving behind the life you once fought for- until All Might offered you a lifeline: a teaching job at U.A.But fresh starts aren't easy, especially when you're required to co-teach with none other than EraserHead, the most distrustful and sharp-tongued hero around, set on uncovering your secrets, forcing you to confront the very part of yourself you've been running from.But the past doesn't stay buried for long. As shadows of old enemies rise and your double life becomes harder to keep, you'll have to face the truth. Secrets never stay in the dark for long.
        Contents: Chapter 2: First day
    

    

        
          
          
            Your first encounter with the dark, mysterious, mildly annoying but very sexy co-teacher
          
        

  

  
  
    
    "I'm nervous." you whispered, your voice barely audible as you stared out the window of the car."I know you are." Toshinori replied gently, his reassuring tone immediately easing some of the tension in your chest. "Honestly, I am too, but you'll see—everything is going to be just fine."You let out a shaky breath. "What if I get lost in the building? Or worse, what if the kids hate me? What if my colleagues hate me?" The words tumbled out in a rush, your panic rising with each question.Toshinori chuckled softly, turning to face you. "Hey, hey, calm down. No one is going to hate you, and I promise you won't get lost. You've already visited the building so many times during the break. Don't stress, okay? They're going to love you." He gave your shoulder a comforting pat, his confidence in you unwavering."Thanks," you murmured, feeling a bit more at ease. "Maybe I'll get lucky and become invisible when you steal the spotlight." You couldn't help but smile as you stepped out of the car."Come on, let's go see Principal Nezu. He mentioned wanting to speak with you before classes start."Your eyes widened. "What? Am I already in trouble?" you blurted out, anxiety spiking again.Toshinori laughed, shaking his head. "No, Y/n! You haven't done anything wrong, I promise. He just wants to talk to you, that's all.""Right." you said, trying to convince yourself that everything was fine.As you walked toward the enormous glass building, your footsteps echoed eerily in the empty hallways. The silence was almost oppressive, each step amplifying the sound of your racing heart. The closer you got to the principal's office, the more your nerves frayed.It had been almost a year since that fateful night when All Might—Toshinori—had saved you, pulling you back from the edge. Since then, you had thrown yourself completely into the idea of your new job, focusing on it as a way to move forward. Excitement and nervousness had been your constant companions, and now, standing on the brink of this new chapter, the fear of failure loomed large.More than anything, you didn't want to disappoint Toshinori. He had given you this new chance, and you were determined not to waste it."Hey, also, if you could pretend you don't know me, that'd be great." you said abruptly, breaking the silence."What? Why?" he asked, puzzled."You're All Might, remember?" you replied with a small, self-conscious smile. "I'd rather not have to explain to people how I know you. I don't want anyone knowing anything about me."Toshinori laughed, a deep, hearty sound that somehow eased your nerves. "Wow, secretive much?" He caught your glare and raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, noted. I won't talk to you here—promise. Geez.""Thank you." you said, your voice softer now. "For everything, I mean." You looked down, unable to meet his eyes."Don't mention it." he replied, his voice warm with sincerity.You arrived at a large door, just like the others in the building, and hesitated before knocking. Why were all the doors here so enormous? It didn't make sense. Not everyone was a giant, and certainly not you. The thought distracted you, and you were about to spiral into overthinking when a voice interrupted."Come in." called a voice from inside the office.You gulped, your hand trembling slightly as you opened the door. Toshinori followed close behind, his presence a steadying force. Inside, Principal Nezu sat at his desk, working on his computer. When he saw you, a warm smile spread across his face."Y/n! It's wonderful to see you." he greeted, standing up to meet you."You too." you replied, trying to sound confident. "Toshinori said you wanted to talk to me?""Yes, that's right." Nezu's smile remained, but there was a seriousness in his eyes as he approached. "I wanted to discuss your hero career."Your heart skipped a beat. "W-What?" you asked, trying to mask the panic rising within you."I know about your past, but please don't worry—only All Might and I are aware, and we'll keep it that way." he assured you, gesturing for you to sit down on the couch opposite him.Reluctantly, you took a seat, your mind racing. "I've already said I don't want to be a hero anymore." you stated firmly, your voice edged with a mix of frustration and pain.Nezu nodded, his expression empathetic. "I understand that you blame yourself for what happened, but Y/n, you were a remarkable hero. What happened that day wasn't your fault.""With all due respect, sir, you don't know sh@t about how I feel!" you snapped, anger bubbling to the surface. "That day, I failed as a hero. I left that life behind for a reason.""I understand your anger." Nezu replied gently."No, you don't!" you retorted, your voice trembling with emotion. "Do you know what it feels like to lose everything you love in the span of a few hours? All because of your own incompetence?"Nezu remained silent for a moment, his gaze softening. "No, you're right. I don't know what that feels like. But I thought—""Well, you thought wrong." you interrupted, your voice harsh. "I don't want to be a hero anymore."Toshinori, who had been standing quietly nearby, stepped forward, his face filled with concern. "I'm sorry, Nezu, I—" The principal stopped him with his hand."Y/n, I've seen countless videos of you saving people in the past." Nezu began, his voice calm and measured. "You were—and still are—a truly admirable hero. I understand that what I'm asking of you isn't easy, and I'm not suggesting you do it right away. But I don't want you to regret not taking this chance."Your expression hardened, and you shook your head slightly, a sense of finality in your voice as you replied, "Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do, principal Nezu, but I'm not going back to that life. My decision was made a long time ago."Nezu studied you quietly for a moment, his gaze thoughtful but not overbearing. "I understand how you feel, and I'm not here to pressure you. I just want you to consider it—""There's nothing to consider." you cut in, your tone firm but not unkind. "That part of my life is over, and I've accepted that. The idea of going back out there, even for small missions... it's not something I can do."Nezu's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle. "I can see that you're determined, and I respect your choice. But I've spoken to the Hero Commission about you, and they're willing to ease you back into the field. Simple night patrols, nothing more."You stayed silent, your eyes completely avoiding his.Nezu nodded, acknowledging your resistance without pushing further. "I won't press the issue, then. I only wanted to give you the option, should you ever change your mind."You let out a small sigh, still resolute. "Thank you, but my mind won't change. I'm here to teach, nothing more."Nezu's tone shifted slightly, becoming more practical. "As for your role at UA, you'll be an English teacher, so you don't need to worry about hero duties here. Since you're new to teaching, and especially to teaching at a hero school, I've assigned you a co-teacher in one specific class to help guide you. You'll be with them full-time during the week for now, and as you get more comfortable, we'll gradually add more teaching hours to other classes. Understood?"You nodded, relieved that the conversation was returning to the topic of teaching. Nezu smiled, clearly pleased with your commitment. "I know this can be overwhelming, especially since it's all new to you, but I have no doubt that you'll do great." He stood up, walking over to you and gently patting your shoulder."Thank you, Principal Nezu. I'll do my best." you replied as you rose from the couch. Toshinori, who had been unusually silent, followed you to the door."I'll send you directions to your assigned class right now. You'll be co-teaching Class 1A with Aizawa Shota.""Thank you, principal Nezu, for this opportunity." you added, turning to leave."You're welcome, and please know that the option is always open if you ever reconsider."You only nodded in response before walking out of the room, leaving Toshinori and Nezu alone.As soon as you were out of earshot, Toshinori turned to Nezu, his concern evident. "Aizawa Shota?!""Yes, is there a problem with him?" Nezu asked, tilting his head in confusion."It's just... I've heard he's a bit... complicated to get along with. Are you sure he's the best partner for her?"Nezu's expression remained calm. "I spoke with him about it, and he's agreed to help without any complaints."Toshinori frowned, clearly still uneasy. "I don't know. I've heard he expelled an entire class of students once. And the times I've met him, he barely said a word unless he had to. I just think maybe you could partner her up with someone else, or maybe—"Nezu suddenly laughed, a light, amused sound. "What's so funny?" Toshinori asked, his confusion deepening."You sound like a worried dad." Nezu said, his eyes twinkling with amusement."I do not!" Toshinori protested, though his tone was less certain. "I'm just... thinking about all the possibilities. She's still fragile, Nezu. I just want everything to go well.""I understand your concerns, All Might." Nezu replied, his tone returning to its usual calmness. "And while I agree that Aizawa can be a bit... complicated at times, if there's one person who can handle him, it's her."Toshinori sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're right. Maybe I'm just worrying for nothing.""Yes, you are." Nezu said with a knowing smile."Or maybe I'm not, and I should go and spy on her—" Toshinori suddenly dashed towards the door, his worry getting the better of him, but Nezu quickly intervened, blocking his path."Let's not do that, okay?" Nezu suggested, his voice gentle but firm. "She needs to do this on her own. Besides, you still have a job to do, remember?"Toshinori paused, realization dawning on him. "Right, right. I'll have lunch with her then." he said proudly, already planning his next move as he headed towards the door."I don't—" Nezu began, but Toshinori had already left, leaving Nezu shaking his head with a fond smile. "Never mind. I'll just see how this plays out."***You stood in front of the door marked "1A." your heart pounding in your chest. "This is it." you whispered, gripping the handle but hesitating to turn it. The nerves were getting to you, your mind racing with doubts and what-ifs. "It's okay, you can do this." you reassured yourself softly."Can I help you?" A deep, muffled voice suddenly came from beside you, causing you to jump slightly.You turned to see a tall man with long, disheveled dark hair and tired, half-lidded eyes. His unshaven face and all-black attire, complete with a strange-looking scarf around his neck, gave him a distinctly rugged appearance. It took you a moment, but you recognized him—Eraser Head, the underground pro hero. You'd crossed paths with him during your hero days, though he looked even more exhausted now than you remembered."I-uh, I was just looking for this class." you stammered, trying to steady your voice."I've never seen you before." he said, his tone flat and suspicious as he scanned you with those intense, dark eyes. "You're too old to be one of my students but too young to be one of their mothers. What are you doing here?""I'm a new teacher here." you replied, feeling slightly defensive under his scrutinizing gaze. "The principal said I'm supposed to be working with Aizawa Shota.""Oh," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're Y/n L/n?""That's right." you confirmed, still feeling unsettled by his demeanor. "and you're Eraser Head, aren't you?""I am," he said, his expression unreadable. "but since we're apparently colleagues now, you can call me Aizawa."Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You're Aizawa Shota?" You hadn't expected the famously elusive Eraser Head to be a teacher, let alone your assigned co-teacher."I am." he repeated, his tone almost impatient. Before you could say more, a loud crash echoed from inside the classroom, cutting your conversation short. "Let's get inside before one of them breaks something." he muttered, pushing the door open.As you stepped into the classroom behind him, you were surprised to find the students already seated in silence, their eyes trained on the two of you."Great." Aizawa said in a monotone, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Welcome to the hero course. I'm your teacher, Aizawa Shota, and this is Y/n L/n. She's going to be your English teacher and my co-teacher."You stood beside him, trying to project confidence despite the awkwardness gnawing at you. The students' gazes felt like they were drilling into you, and Aizawa's complete lack of enthusiasm wasn't helping."If you don't have any questions, I want you to go change into your gym outfits immediately and join us on the field." Aizawa continued, his tone almost bored."But sir, don't we have an assembly to attend to?" A girl with a ponytail in the back of the classroom asked, her voice polite but concerned."It's useless. You don't need it." Aizawa replied curtly. "Now go change."Without hesitation, the students scrambled to gather their uniforms and left the room in a rush. In seconds, the classroom was empty, leaving you alone with Aizawa once more."Stop standing awkwardly like that." he said, his voice low. "These things can smell fear.""You really hate kids, don't you?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice."I do." he replied without a trace of humor."Then why did you become a teacher?" you pressed, genuinely curious."It just happened." he answered, his tone as cold as ever."Okay... Since when do you teach?" you trailed off, unsure of how to respond. Something about his demeanor was unsettling, far colder and more distant than you remembered from your brief encounters during missions."Look," Aizawa suddenly turned to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity. "I don't like small talk, and I don't know why I was assigned to be your co-teacher, but here we are. Your name is Y/n L/n, and you're quirkless. That's about all the information I could find on you."His words felt like a slap to the face. "W-What are you trying to say?" you asked, your voice edged with irritation."What I'm saying," he continued, stepping closer, "is that you came out of nowhere with no real qualifications to be a teacher and somehow landed a job at the most prestigious hero school in Japan. I don't know who you really are, Y/n, but one thing I do know is that I don't trust you one bit."He brushed past you without another word, leaving you standing there, stunned and seething."Well, f@ck you too." you muttered under your breath as you followed him out of the room. The tension between you was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a deep resentment bubbling inside you. This was going to be a long year.The walk to the field was tense and silent. You couldn't help but feel the weight of Aizawa's earlier words pressing down on you. It was only your first day, and already someone was suspicious of you. It made your stomach twist with anxiety. The lack of information about you was intentional—a safeguard. After the League of Villains had kidnapped you, the authorities erased all traces of your past, making sure you couldn't be found. The label of "quirkless" was just an additional layer of protection when you became a hero, a way to keep your true identity hidden.Your life had been stressful enough without adding the suspicion of a colleague who could unravel everything if he dug too deep. The last thing you needed was Aizawa poking around your past, potentially discovering who you really were. The only option you had was to somehow gain his trust, though you knew that would be anything but easy.As you stepped onto the green field, you noticed the students already gathered, chatting amongst themselves, making new friends, and brimming with excitement. Watching them, you were reminded of your own high school days, though those memories were bittersweet now. Most of your old friends had drifted away after graduation, leaving you feeling isolated."Alright, kids," Aizawa's voice cut through your thoughts, "I'm going to have you take a physical exam with a series of exercises. The scores will be calculated and ranked on this board." he gestured to a digital scoreboard. "Understood?""Yes, sir!" they responded eagerly, already preparing themselves. It was their first day, and they were eager to prove themselves. However, just as the students were readying for the first test, Aizawa casually added, "Oh, and the person who comes in last will be expelled."A collective gasp filled the air, followed by panicked exclamations of, "What?!"Your eyes widened in shock. "You're going to expel a student on their first day? You can't do that!" You protested, stepping forward, but Aizawa didn't even spare you a glance."I can, and I will." he said coldy. "The test begins now."You watched as the students threw themselves into the exercises with a determination that was almost palpable. They ran, jumped, and pushed themselves to their limits, driven by the fear of expulsion. As the tests went on, you couldn't help but be impressed by their natural talents. Some had incredible quirks, while others showed remarkable physical abilities. But you also saw how much they still needed to grow. With the right guidance, they could become exceptional heroes. Perhaps you could—No. You shook the thought from your mind. You weren't a hero anymore. You were just a teacher now.The physical exam eventually came to an end, and you stood back, watching anxiously as Aizawa approached the student who ranked last. A green-haired boy, Midoriya Izuku, stood trembling and on the verge of tears. You'd seen how hard he had tried, how much effort he had put into each test. It hurt to see him so crushed, but it wasn't your place to interfere. Still, it pained you deeply."Midoriya Izuku, I—" Aizawa began, but before you knew it, you had interrupted him."Aizawa," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves twisting in your stomach. He turned to you, his gaze sharp and cold, sending a shiver down your spine, but you stood your ground. "I can't let you expel this kid. I saw the potential he has, and I know you did too when he threw that ball. Please, give him a chance."For a moment, Aizawa's eyes flickered with something like surprise before he turned back to Midoriya."As I was saying," he continued, his tone almost too casual, "I'm not going to expel you. It was a joke to motivate you to do better. Now go change. You have class in ten minutes."You watched in stunned silence as the students hurried off, relief evident on their faces. Aizawa had been smiling—actually smiling—as he delivered that last line. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks: he had been messing with you. You had just humiliated yourself in front of the entire class on your first day. Maybe you could dig a hole right there on the field and disappear forever."Y/n?" Aizawa's voice brought you back to reality. Great, he was still here."I should've known you weren't actually going to expel one of the kids." you muttered, bringing your hands up to cover your face. "I'm sorry.""Oh no, I was going to." Aizawa replied, his tone as matter-of-fact as ever. "I just changed my mind."You stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. "What? Then why did you say it was a joke?""Because, like you said, I saw the potential he had." he responded, not even bothering to hide the faint smirk on his lips. With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, completely bewildered.As Aizawa made his way through the corridors, his thoughts were occupied with the strange interactions he'd had with you that day. Despite only just meeting you, you were already taking up more space in his mind than he was comfortable with. The lack of information about you had initially piqued his curiosity, but now it was driving him mad. There was something off about you, something that didn't add up.He couldn't ignore the growing suspicion gnawing at him. With crime on the rise, he couldn't afford to take any risks, not even with a colleague. When he first learned you'd be his co-teacher, he'd searched for information about you, hoping to get a sense of who he'd be working with. But the more he searched, the less he found. You were practically a ghost—no records, no history, just a name, birthdate, and the note that you were quirkless.Why would someone quirkless have such a small record? The question had plagued him since the moment he started digging. He'd prepared himself for every possible scenario when you two finally met, expecting to confirm his suspicions. But when he saw you, something didn't add up. You didn't seem like a threat. You were genuinely interested in the job, focused on the students, and keen to help in ways that someone without a quirk wouldn't even consider.But that determination in your eyes when you'd stood up for Midoriya—he couldn't shake it. You had been ready to go toe-to-toe with him, despite knowing nothing about him and being quirkless. Why? Who were you, really? The question gnawed at him, more persistently with each passing second.He couldn't let his guard down around you. Not yet. You were dangerous, a mystery that needed solving. And until he found the answers he was looking for, he wasn't going to stop. ***'
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