Dad-zawa. The title is starting to grow on me.

ALTERNATIVE PROMPT #2

You are a teacher at U.A. You often were a substitute for Aizawa when he was sick or literally was just sleeping in class. One day in the teachers lounge, it’s just you, him, all might and midnight. All might says something about Class 1-A, and Aizawa smiles. Like, genuinely. And you realize it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him smile.

PLZ DONT REPLY TO THIS

*Echo snapped out of her daze, looking around in bewilderment and spotting Aizawa.*
Echo: Wha...?

*he sighed, leaning on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed*
Aizawa: See me after class.

(I want the first alt. DADZAWAAAAAAAAAAAAA. same OC I used for deku)

(Okay!)

*Aizawa sighed, knocking softly of your door. Most of the other students had already gone home (Todoroki had gone home with Izuku) and it was the least of his worries now. What mattered was the question he was about to ask.*

*she opens the door* hm?

*he stood with his hands in his pockets, he had a red and white knitted scarf around his neck (whom was knitted by momo earlier in the year). He didn’t smile, but his tone was light*
Aizawa: Oh. I’d expected you to have left- nevermind. I wanted if you would possibly want to- spend the holidays with me? I mean, mic and I but, he loves kids so-

I-i don't mind.

ALTERNATIVE PROMPT #1

You had a terrible childhood, you never really had a parent to love you. Aizawa sort of took you in. He treated you like his child, doing everything in his power to make you happy. It’s winter break, and he offers you to stay with him and mic

PLEASE DONT REPLY TO THIS BUT TELL ME WHAT PROMPT YOU WANT

Gamer: ya teach? [Confused]

[ahh, choices, choices. I'll do og prompt for now and probably have it bleed into the alt 1 prompt]
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*Haruka Yoshido looked up from their desk, blinking large blue-grey eyes in surprise. the genderless teenager stared for a few seconds blankly, trying to catch up with what was said, before (forcing) a sheepish grin across their face. they laughed hesitantly, rubbing the back of their neck and closing their eyes*
Haruka: *awkwardly* g-gomen'nasai, Sensei. c-could you repeat the question?

Aizawa: Ah-ah. Hold on. *he stared you dead on* whats wrong?

*Haruka paused mid-step, face just ´-﹏-`； as they kept their back to Aizawa*
Haruka: ne? wha'd'you mean?

Aizawa: You know what I mean. Youve been acting very down recently.

*and for a second, Haruka debated on coming clean about everything. their heart was pounding in their ears, the guilt bubbling up in their throat, the urge to just stay put there in that classroom threatening to take over their mind. but they can't. they're already risking everything to become a hero. they can't fvck this up*
Haruka: . . . I have to go, Sensei. my bosses'll be worried about me . . . Sayōnara . . .

Aizawa: *knowing when his intrusion isn’t wanted* I understand. Just… take care of yourself, okay? I’ll cut you some slack on written assignments.

*Haruka nodded and quickly walked out of the room, breaking into a run as soon as they thought they were out of Aizawa’s viewpoint. They took the stairs two or three at a time, skidding to a halt before the door so they didn’t crash into it, and ran to the train station. One of their shoes slipped off their foot, but they didn’t bother going back to grab it as they ran into the train station, barely making their train “home”*
~“Next stop, Kamino Ward. This is a Hosu City train”~
*Haruka sat down in one of the empty seats, unzipping their bag and placing their lone uniform shoe in the bag. They took out a pair of black Mary Jane’s and slipped them on, swapping their UA blazer for a lavender and black lace jsk and sliding that over their white button up. The blonde took off their red tie, replacing it with a black and lavender bow, and very discreetly unzipped their uniform skirt underneath their jsk and shoved that in their bag as well. Without even a moment to breathe, they stood up and exited the train with their belongings*
~“Now boarding at; Kamino Ward”~

(It’s so pretty :0)

*Being oblivious to all this, Aizawa sat alone in his office. Thinking about the previous conversation. He wasn’t planning on sleeping again, so he got started on work. All the students had been provided his phone number, so he knew they would call him if need be*

(IKR?! I want it so badddd)

*Haruka walked down the ward, ducking in an alleyway and going down some stairs to the underground district. They greeted some people that said hello, entering through a stage door to a performance venue. of course, the concert had already started. welp, they weren't in any of the songs for at least until this one finished, so that was a plus. they went over to a mirror, quickly putting on some make-up and putting their hair accessories in their blonde hair. pulling their side pony out and twisting the blonde curls into two curly low twin buns. they took a deep breath, hooked up their mic with the help of a stage manager, and waited till the song was done before entering and joining their group*
Haruka: *brightly* Konbanwa! Yurushite kudasai, traffic wasn't to kind to me today! *they smiled at the crowd, and then their group-mates, who all seemed to have a little spark of relief in their eyes*
Aquamarine: *fake mad* well finally! I was beginning to think you weren't coming! *the crowd laughed at the interaction between the purple clad and teal clad idols. a boy clad in pink to match his two-toned pink and black hair turned to the audience and smiled, though it was pretty damn obvious that he (and the other members) were tired*
Natsushima: Are you all happy Murasaki showed up? *the crowd said "yeah" out of unison* I can't hear you!
Crowd: Yeah!

(IKR?! I want it so badddd)

*Haruka walked down the ward, ducking in an alleyway and going down some stairs to the underground district. They greeted some people that said hello, entering through a stage door to a performance venue. of course, the concert had already started. welp, they weren't in any of the songs for at least until this one finished, so that was a plus. they went over to a mirror, quickly putting on some make-up and putting their hair accessories in their blonde hair. pulling their side pony out and twisting the blonde curls into two curly low twin buns. they took a deep breath, hooked up their mic with the help of a stage manager, and waited till the song was done before entering and joining their group*
Haruka: *brightly* Konbanwa! Yurushite kudasai, traffic wasn't to kind to me today! *they smiled at the crowd, and then their group-mates, who all seemed to have a little spark of relief in their eyes*
Aquamarine: *fake mad* well finally! I was beginning to think you weren't coming! *the crowd laughed at the interaction between the purple clad and teal clad idols. a boy clad in pink to match his two-toned pink and black hair turned to the audience and smiled, though it was pretty damn obvious that he (and the other members) were tired*
Natsushima: Are you all happy Murasaki showed up? *the crowd said "yeah" out of unison* I can't hear you!
Crowd: Yeah! *The final idol of their group, a albino boy in yellow, smiled before motioning to the sound booth and giving them a little signal to start the music*
Yuki: One! Two!
All: One, Two, Three, Four!

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*Haruka walked into class the next day, hair still tied in twin buns and cheeks dusted with glitter. the hero student walked to their seat in the back of the class, sat down HARD as if they had a headache, put their arms and head on their desk, and passed out all within the span of 3 minutes*

Denki: Woah, what's got them in a twist?
Jiro: Cut them some slack, Charge bolt.
*Aizawa hadnt come in yet, hence he was always late*

(changed my mind, Haruka’s gonna replace Koda in this so they’re in front of Sato at and next to Tokoyami. So like, middle of the room)

*Tokoyami could hear Haruka’s breathing slow and a little bit of a muffled, occasional half-snore leaving their glossed up lips. On the back of their neck, peeking out from under their shirt collar, a large bruise was beginning to form; as if someone with a large hand and a strong grip had grabbed the back of their neck tightly and held it for a while. Haruka, of course, was still very much passed out and was unaware of Tokoyami, Todoroki, and Sato’s abilities to see the purplish bruise forming*

(Oki! I'm tryna picture where they all sit... I just know mineta sits in the back somewhere. I don't remember the seating chart lol)

*Todoroki just kinda looks over nonchalantly, then gently nudges Tokiyami. Tokiyami looks over as well, none of them making a big deal over it, but all quite concerned*

*Haruka sighed in their sleep, head and arm beginning to slide off the table before they startled awake and sat up sharply in surprise. They blinked, looking around before smiling sheepishly and hesitantly laughing a bit*
Haruka: heh heh, Gomenne, heh heh . . .

(Oh okay. They all look so cute in that picture lol)
Todoroki: *point blank* Are you okay?
*Sato looks at him, startled by the straight up question*

(ikrrrrr)

*Haruka blinked, also taken aback before smiling and waving their hand dismissively*
Haruka: hai, hai, I'm ok. just a little tired I guess, eh heh heh *the blonde ran a hand through their hair before yawning and smiling back at Todoroki again with tired eyes* Hey, you think I could get away with sleeping again if Aizawa doesn't come soon? I mean, provided I don't fall off my desk again

Todoroki: Yes. But you don't look okay.

Haruka: *playing dumb* eh? what do you mean? ahh, is it my hair? yeah, I guess it's a little messy, I didn't really have any motivation to do my hair, y'know? hehe

Todoroki: *he shakes his head* No, that. The bruise.
*Tokiyami nudges his foot under the table warningly*

*Haruka stopped, body still, unreadable look on their face as they slowly felt the back of their neck. it was tender, so they knew without even looking that Todoroki was probably right and there was a bruise on their neck. the idol/hero student took out a small make-up compact mirror and opened it to look at the bruise. shit, it was bigger than they'd thought*
Haruka: huh, guess I do. thanks for pointing it out, I'll just cover it up a bit-

*Of course todoroki was wary. He knew more about bruises then most kids should*
Todoroki: If your comfortable, I'd like to know what happened.

*Haruka paused, the beauty blender barely a centimeter from their neck before they smiled at Todoroki*
Haruka: *softly* maybe later, Todoroki-kun *Translation; "Once we don't have eyes on us, I'll tell only you". the Idol covered up the dark purple, hand-shaped mark as much as they could before putting their make-up away and taking out their twin-buns so their hair covered their neck*

*Todoroki was satisfied with that answer, turning back to face the front, though ocassionally glancing at you*

*Haruka smiled at Todoroki every time they both made eye contact, but for the most part, they kinda just stared ahead at whichever teacher was teaching them unseeingly; Haruka's mind was elsewhere, that was clear to everyone there. the blonde forced themself to stay awake, trying to muffle yawns behind their wrists and/or keep their head up by using both palms instead of one. still, they were able to grasp most of the lessons being taught- except for homeroom with Aizawa, at that point the bright-eyed idol had just passed out again like the previous day*

(hey, you still alive mate?)

*he sighed audibly, staring at you almost expectantly*
Aizawa: “See me after class, Haruka.”

*Haruka winced, but smiled and nodded*
Haruka: *meekly* hai, Sensei *the genderless blonde flopped over on their desk and tried to keep their groan to a minimum level*

*his gaze lingered for a moment, before turning back to his lesson*

*Haruka, who now knew they were going to have to talk with Aizawa afterwards anyway, decided "ah, fvck it" and took the fine, fine opportunity to zone out for the rest of class. they sighed, resting their cheek on their palm and staring blankly ahead. their eyelids felt weirdly heavy and their attention started to slip, head beginning to droop as sleep began to grasp at their consciousness*

*Class was over by the time Haruka woke up. the teen looked around drowsily, trying to get a grip on their bearings and remember where the hell they were*

*Aizawa stood behind the podium, fixing papers the class had turned in. He hadn’t woken you up. You realized a grey blanket had been draped over your shoulders. But yet Aizawa pretended you weren’t there*

*Haruka looked at the blanket and a small, sleepy smile crept across their face. they debated on going back to sleep since Aizawa hadn't noticed them up yet, but they couldn't. they were technically supposed to be at "home" today (Haruka bet their phone was going off like crazy) and they were late enough already. so, against their body's protesting, they raised their head and sat up*
Haruka: *drowsily* ngh? Sensei?

*Aizawa looked up at you, he didn’t smile, but his tone sounded softer than usual*

Aizawa: Good morning- or afternoon if you will.

Haruka: *rubbing their eyes* gomen'nasai *Haruka covered their mouth with a hand as they yawned before shaking their head like a dog to be more awake* how long did I sleep for?

Aizawa: Only for a few minutes actually. I though you were going to sleep forever.
*He snickered inwardly*

*Haruka relaxed in relief and flopped back*
Haruka: *sighing* Yokatta! I thought you were going to tell me it was the next day or something. would've missed my shifts! *the blond teen stretched and stood up, folding the blanket onto the desk and grabbing their bag* Yoshi! See you tomorrow, Sensei!

Remember samuel..? Him again.
s: f**k me... *Whispered low*

*Aizawa gave you a long, pitiful look, then returned to teaching the class*
~After class~
*he leaned on his desk, facing you, arms crossed*
Aizawa: "Is everything alright?"

Yeah, Sensei. Everything's cool.

Aizawa: *sternly* "Don't lie to me."

He grumbles

Aizawa: “Is it about what happened a few weeks ago?”

Samuel cannot raise his eyes to Sensei's.

Aizawa: *he sighs, his tone softening* “You don’t have to say anything, just nod if so.”

He nods a little, on the edge of tears--a complete opposite of his typical stoic expression.

*he sighs again*
Aizawa: “I’m not one for hugs but-“
*he held open his arms, his usual cold demeanor melting*

Samuel is confused "S-sensei..."

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