Imagine thinking you are unbeatable with your quirk, and then you meet Aizawa Shota, someone who can beat you in a blink of an eye.

Includes: first person POV, depression, mentions of self-harm, Aizawa pretty much kicks your butt, panic attack. Slightly masochist reader-Chan 

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Every day was the same. Get up, get ready, go to work. Beat up villains. Go home. Go to bed.

It was all bland to me. Despite living the exotic life of a Hero, I found that nothing excites me anymore. Hero work was all about the challenge, right? It was about defeating villains that seemed impossible to defeat, saving people from situations they couldn't hope to be saved from.

It was about pushing yourself to become better, to become stronger.

But I was able to defeat every villain with a blink of an eye, and save everyone with a single breath.

So how could I possibly push myself, when I know there is no point?

I still got up everyday. I still went to work, and did my job. But it just wasn't enough. I found myself yearning for something I knew didn't exist. I just wanted to live. I found myself sinking into a deep depression. I found that I was able to live by feeling pain. I had resorted to self-harm.

But then I got the call. A popular Hero school wanted me to be a teacher. I had instantly accepted. It was something to spice up my life, how could I refuse?

So now here I am, standing in a completely white office room, legs rested on a table, head thrown back, and arms crossed. I'm not exactly sure what I'm waiting for, someone just threw me in this room when I got here and sternly told me to "stay".

My ears perked up as I heard slow steps coming toward me. Someone was about to come in!

The door swung open almost violently. I locked eyes with a man, albeit he looked upside down to me since my head was hanging off the back of the chair.

He scanned over my form, face unchanging.

"(L/N)(Y/N)," he stated. I hesitated. Is he trying to confirm who I am or...?

"Uh. Yeah?"

"I'm Aizawa Shota. I'm the homeroom teacher for class 1A," he stated.

Oh. So this was the guy I was supposed to study under until I got the swing of things. (Well, that is if I actually get to work here.) I think I'm supposed to be like his aid or something.

I got up as gracefully as I could and held my hand out to shake his. He stared at my hand for a moment, almost confused. Right, I should have bowed instead. Well, too late now.

"Nice to meet you," I said, my voice flat. I slightly shook my hand as a signal to shake it. He hesitantly grabbed my hand.

"Likewise."

I got a moment to study his features. He was handsome, but his blank and sleepy face left something to be desired. (I guess the same could probably be said about me though.) He had long, slightly curled black hair. There was slight stubble on his chin, and for some reason I wanted to feel how bumpy it probably felt.

We released and he instantly turned around and started walking away. I shrugged and followed him.

Soon, we reached a large field. I paused while he kept going forward. He began talking.

"I was told you're supposed to be one of the strongest heroes on this earth, but I want to see for myself what you can do." I cocked my head to the side. It's not like I'm a very sociable or media-based Hero, but I have become extremely popular. It's almost weird to think that someone doesn't know what I am capable of and wants to see what I can do.

He stopped and turned around, hands sliding out of his pockets.

"If you're going to be teaching my class with me, that means you have to know how to fight and teach combat. I won't accept any weaklings into my classroom," he said, voice gaining some emotion.

I was interested to see the scarf on his shoulders start to rise up, along with his hair. He shifted into a fighting position.

"Fight me!"

There was a moment of emptiness, and then a strange boiling in my stomach.

What's happening?

I looked down at my hands, which were shaking. Something is wrong. Something is wrong with me. I couldn't focus. Panic. The rapid beating of my heart pounded in my ears, like an ocean pounding against rocks. My breath came out in shallow breaths. I'm empty. I'm nothing.

I looked up just in time to see a leg come careening at me. He's attacking me! I lifted my hands up to stop him, but nothing happened.

Instead a foot came crashing into my skull. I flew back into the grass, a headache forming already.

My hands clenched the dirt as I struggled to get up. This is wrong. I opened my mouth to speak but only a strangled gasp came out of my lips.

My vision blurred at the edges. Everything was burning and itching. I'm dying. I'm already dead.

My hands weren't strong enough to hold me up and I ended up falling onto my back.

"Hey! Stop panicking!"

Slap.

That... hurt.

I looked up, vision blurry, and found the face of a man. I knew this man, even if only slightly.

I reached up and held my cheek. It stung at the simple touch.

"You're too weak."

Weak? I've never been called weak before. Never.

And suddenly, it was all gone. The burning and itching from my stomach. That panic. It all disappeared. My breathing regulated back to its normal pace, and my vision came back, although slightly spotted.

"What... what just happened?" My words came out in a series of coughs.

My eyes met Aizawa's.

"Like I said, you're too weak. You had a panic attack."

"A panic.. attack? That's never happened to me before..." I murmured. I slowly got up, head still spinning. Warms hands found my back and helped me.

"Probably because you've never been without your quirk before," he stated.

My breath was caught in my throat.

"That was.. That was.." I couldn't find the words to describe what I was feeling.

Aizawa said nothing and instead gripped my under the arms and heaved me up. I instantly latched into him, as my legs were full of static. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, steadying me.

I've never needed help like this before.

He began walking, not even looking down at me. The walk was quiet, with me thinking intensely.

Finally, we stood outside of a small room. The sign above the door said something like "Recovery Girl's Healing Room."

Aizawa and I walked in, and then he harshly plopped me onto a bed. A small elderly woman quickly rushed over.

"What's happened?" She questioned.

"She had a panic attack." Was all he said. He turned and began walking out but I found myself reaching out to him.

"Aizawa!"

But he was out of my grasp.

"No! Wait!"

He was gone.

Recovery Girl grabbed my attention with a clicking of the tongue.

"Now tell me, have you ever experienced panic attacks before?"

"No.. no, that was the first time... He made me feel... alive for the first time."

She only raised an eyebrow.

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The sun was already below the horizon, and I began walking home. Recovery girl had healed my headache, my stinging cheek, and any anxiety I had left so now I was blank again. Except for my thoughts. They were racing.

All I could think about was the beating of my heart, and the pain he had given me. It was something I had never experienced before. I longed to experience it again.

I paused slightly. Does that make a... masochist?

I continued walking. Even if so, feeling pain was better then feeling nothing.

I knew that I had to see him again.

I would stop at nothing to feel that feeling again.

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Hmm. I guess I didn't actually put much one-on-one Aizawa time in there... 

I didn't actually describe the quirk that reader-Chan had, so I guess that could be up to you to decide? At first, I was thinking of like telekinesis...

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