Note: Just a heads up, this is based on Aizawa's past during his teen years in U.A. and for those who haven't read the manga yet, there some minor spoilers. I personally have only seen a few random pages from Pinterest and heard the spoiler from a friend, but unless you don't mind some spoilers, by all means read for you have been warned. Thank you and enjoy~

It was like any other day for the band of friends, hanging about on the rooftop to which Kayama nicknamed the boys "The Rooftop Boys". The trio, however, rambled on and on about making their own agency, wearing matching goggles, and becoming a popular team. The usual except for a few different topics here and there. One of them happened to be about you, a transfer student. "Are you serious?" Oboro asked with his mouth full. "Yeah, they took someone's spot. I guess they couldn't handle the stress." Hizashi answered. "That sucks. I didn't think they were serious about us being replaceable. Which means we're gonna have to bust our asses off," Oboro commented. The raven-haired looks at his bento and slouches in distress. There was no way he could last. Oboro and Hizashi were on a whole different level compared to his Erasure quirk.

"So what kind of person are they? Are they a tough guy or maybe a cute girl?" Oboro continued. "Nah, she's not as appealing. Trust me I checked." The blonde waved his hand dismissively uninterested. "Well, you have a weird taste, Yamada. What you find cute in actuality it isn't." Kamaya set her chopsticks down with a huff. "That is so mean! You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover." She scolded. "Kayama defending her? Ok, yeah, you're right Yamada. She might definitely be unattractive." A tick mark emits as she rages in disgust toward the trio. "How about you check for yourself before rating her?" Both boys exchange a look and wholeheartedly agree.

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All four of them take their seats five minutes before lunch was over just to inspect the transfer student. Everyone, except for Aizawa. "Alright, which one is she?" Oboro started. "It's the girl with brown hair." Hizashi whispered, pointing out your hefty form. "Seriously? She's the new kid? She's not that bad looking." The blonde gapes, flabbergasted. "I mean sure, she's big, but she's nice to look at." Oboro snickered along with his companion. "Well whatever, I don't think she's my type unless she likes old fashion rock?" He nudges their quiet friend after noticing how troubled he seemed. "Hey man, you ok? You're super quiet." He commented. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine. I'm just thinking." Aizawa scratched his head. "Alrighty, then tell us, what do you think of the new kid?" He egged. "I honestly don't care. She's a new classmate, a big deal." He replied. "Yes, but how about just a quick analysis?" Kayama growled finding the boys aggravating. "Ugh, stop it! You guys are so insensitive!" She barked.

Hizashi and Oboro jolt in their seats at her sudden outburst. "Relax, we're just trying to see what kind of girl she is." Oboro defended. "Unbelievable! Why not ask her yourself like a normal human being?" In that instant, Kayama walked over to you, hunched at your desk while the blonde asked Aizawa the same question. "As I said, I honestly don't care." He glances at your back. "She could stand to lose a couple of pounds if she wants to survive in the hero course." He grumbled. "Whoa, harsh, Shota." Hizashi deadpanned. Even his gullible vibe vanished realizing Kayama might have been right about judging someone immediately. "You asked and I gave you an answer." Aizawa retorted. "Fair game." The albino frowned.

You, on the one hand, have eavesdropped on their conversation and slouched in your seat. You wished you hadn't because it was hurtful. You wanted to be invisible or wish the world away. It was bad enough you were chunky in a class filled with fit students, now you were going to have to deal with bullying too? Memories flash before your eyes like PTSD of your time in your middle school. It's high school and all you wanted was a change of pace. As you absent-mindedly open your pencil case, a peppy Kayama pops up, startling you into fully opening the case and dropping a few erasers. "I'm so sorry!" The teen apologized. "Let me get that for you." She squats and picks up your erasers off the floor. She flipped one over causing her to shoot to her feet shimmering with adoration. "You like kitties too?" Your face grows beet red grabbing the boy's attention. "U-um...I-I do." You stuttered as Kayama hands your eraser back. "Aren't they adorable? I have one at home that looks like a tiger. She's the most precious pet I've ever had the pleasure of caring~!" She chirped. You blinked and listened still uncertain. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Kayama, you must be the new kid, right?" You sheepishly nod. "My name is (Y/n)."

The bell rings sooner than expected cutting the conversation short. The beauty pouts and shows you one of your erasers. "Mind if I keep one?" She winked. "Uh...sure." You permitted. "Thanks! This will be a token of our friendship. I'll talk to you later~" She pranced away to her seat leaving you confused, but at least the conversation wasn't terrible and you made a new friend.

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"So what happened? You made that girl all jittery." Hizashi interrogated. "Nothing happened. I just said hello and she got spooked. I probably could have gone it a better way. Sometimes I don't know my own strength." Kayama giggled. "You said more than a greeting, right?" Oboro questioned. "Of course! I asked her for her name and she gave me this cute cat eraser as a friendship gift." Again she showboated the cartoony cat eraser. "Nice! She's a fellow cat person?" The blonde examines the accessory and passes it off to Oboro and so on. "It would seem so. She's not half bad either. She's just so adorable at first glance and shy. You guys have got to meet her." She insisted. "I don't know, your taste is usually wrong too." The blonde commented earning and scolding. "Oh please! My taste is refined." She huffed.

Through the corner of her eye, your new friend called out to you from afar after dressing into your hero clothes. You freeze seeing the group of boys from class. The same ones that dissed you, yet Kayama was the only one defending her. To reject her offer is to reject her kindness. You take a deep breath muttering to yourself words of encouragement. "You can do this. Kayama is nice. You can get past whatever those guys have to say for her. Deep breaths." You take your advice and sigh meeting up with the girl. "Welcome to our small group!" She cheered. "Our? Since when were you invited?" Aizawa remarked. "Now, now Shota, play nice." Oboro pats his back as said male huffs. His voice recognizable, the same one that insulted you. You bite your lip and try to hold back your feelings. "Sorry about my friend. He's a grump. He's Aizawa Shota, I'm Oboro and this guy is Yamada Hizashi." He greeted. "Nice to meet you all. I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." You bowed. "Yo, what a cute name. It sounds foreign." Mic pointed out. "Um...that's because I am. My father is American and my mother is from here." You confessed. "Well, what do you know? That's pretty cool." Oboro praised.

The conversation was cut short when the teacher stepped in between the crowd announcing today's lesson if a sparring match. Oboro or Loud Cloud asked to be paired with Shota since they were from the same agency. The teacher found it to be a splendid idea forcing students to pair based on agencies as a strategy of teamwork. You haven't even joined an agency and are still a rookie. A teacher, of course, was training you to catch up with the others. Thankfully, Kayama offered to be your partner with the excuse that you two were friends and have been tutoring her since your arrival. Your heartfelt warm, grateful to the girl for wanting to have you as hers.

You watched each pair go hand in hand at full capacity. The intensity within every student did not rival your pace. You shivered nervously hoping you wouldn't fail your partner who seemed ecstatic to fight. "I-I don't think I can do this." You whispered. "What? Sure you can!" She said. "I'm scared I'm not gonna be good enough." You professed. "(Y/n), don't worry. I'll protect you if I have to. I know it's scary but I believe when the time comes you will step in." You smiled softly taking her words to heart. For once someone actually encourages you to do good. "Ok." You agreed. Next in line to spar is Hizashi and his partner against Oboro and Aizawa. You watched intrigued as both friends gave it their all. You watched Shota beaten by the big oaf as he teased the kid. You felt sorry for Eraserhead attempting to deter the brute from getting a rise out of him. Loud Cloud, managed to use his quirk and cast smoke to blind his enemies as he slipped in from behind for a surprise attack. The combination among friends was like watching a movie. Before the large teen could use his quirk, Eraserhead canceled his infuriating the man and losing the fight.

"Looks like Aizawa gets to keep his goggles after all." Kayama commented. You cheered for the boys surprising everyone then blushed realizing you were absorbed into the fight. Hizashi checked up on Shota after the sore loser of his partner pushed him onto the ground claiming he didn't lose to a weakling. You frowned and watched him leave then return to the scarf wielder. It was evident how annoyed he was that everyone saw him as a puny guy. The class was even shocked. "I swear that guy has a stick up his ass." The blonde murmured. "We won fair and square. He's just sulking." Oboro mentioned. "For what it's worth, I think you all did amazingly. Eraserhead..." You picked up his goggles off the ground and hand it over. "You were awesome out there. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. It was as though you had strategized everything within seconds and executed them perfectly." You commended. The albino wraps a friendly arm around Shota's shoulder, "She's right! Even I was impressed." He chortled. His companions continued to embarrass him with compliments although he felt self-pity about his capabilities.

"It seems the destruction done here is too deep to continue. We'll have to postpone until next time for proper training." You sighed relieved to be spared while your partner whined. "I know, but you all have a chance to prepare in a week. Class dismissed." The class sulked, dragging their feet to the locker rooms.

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A day before your sparing day, you learned a lot about the gang and how they integrate. Each of them optimistic of their goals as you idly watch from the sidelines, and although you weren't as close, they included you into their plans as if they've known you for such a long time. You couldn't understand why anyone would find the trio weird when they were living their best. In truth, they've shed a little light into your life. It was the best feeling in the world to belong even after being misunderstood. Speaking of which, you've also learned that Shota was such a pessimist just as you were once. He was insecure about his quirk being any sort of use in combat. It made sense as to why he was so rough with everything, but the way he would care for a stray cat and how Oboro mentioned his soft side in caring for the grade-schoolers, gave you a new perspective. Just like the cloud boy, you wanted to help lift his confidence and see for himself just how special he is.

In retrospect, there was something more than compassion than you care to admit only the people outside can see. You were oblivious of your attempts at being close to Shota, doting over him like a lovestruck puppy while your crush hasn't registered the same feelings he's reciprocating onto you. It was obvious how he would grow protective whenever Hizashi and Oboro flirt with you. They were thankful to receive your special treats and whipping up lunch for the crew. In a way, you won their friendship. The saying about winning a man's heart through their stomach was factual than a simple quote. You chuckled at the idea, glad to gain great friends.

At the entrance of the school, you hummed in thought of what kind of dish you should make for lunch tomorrow as you slipped on your shoes. Oboro's voice echoed with enthusiasm over tomorrow's sparring lesson. You freeze forgetting about the postponed match. You haven't at all prepared mentally or physically. You were caught up in your studies and building relationships to care. You squeeze your arm indignation. "Oh yeah, Kayama and (L/n) haven't fought yet. I'm kind of excited to see what (Y/n) can do. I forgot she has a quirk." Hizashi said. "So far I've seen nothing. Do you think she's quirkless?" The albino shakes his head. "Nah, I think she's keeping it hidden under her sleeve until tomorrow. I think it's a great idea to have an advantage." He chimed. "That's our (Y/n) for ya~! She's so smart." The blonde extolled. The two held each other into a brotherly side hug as they swayed merrily. You giggled lightly grateful for their encouragement. "She's a fantastic cook!"

"Adorable as the eye can see!" Oboro added. "Sweet as candy~!" Shouta's eye twitches glaring daggers at the two fools. A spark of jealousy, but no doubt they were right. "Right Shouta?" Hizashi jested. "Huh?" His face grew flustered when the spotlight was passed to him. "Don't you think (Y/n) would be a fantastic girlfriend?"

"What?" Shota croaked. "That's right I'm thinking tomorrow I'll ask her to be mine so all those delicious treats will be for me." He teased. "Hah! There goes Yamada thinking about only what benefits him." The snow-haired ruffles the blonde's hair earning a protest. "You have to show her you care for her genius. It's a two-way street. I'll ask her tomorrow instead and show you guys how to care for a lady." Hizashi growled after fixing his hair. "No way, dude! You're a pervert and probably attempt her to wear all sorts of things." He argued. "I'm not like that you idiot! Sure I like the idea, but I don't want to scare her off." Oboro huffed. Your heart sank to listen to the boys bicker over who gets you like some piece of meat. You clutch your chest as if guarding it against predators. They didn't do as much harm as you assumed. No, their opinion was the last thing you cared about. It was Aizawa's thoughts that mattered. Your heart raced with anticipation to his response. As if knowing what you were thinking, the world granted you wish placing it into play.

"You guys sound like a bunch of hungry dogs over (Y/n). Why don't you leave her alone?" The bored teen uttered. "We just appreciate the girl that's all. She's so kind and part of our team." Yamada said. "She's a total catch and if you can't see that then you're blind." Shouta clicked his tongue. "This coming from two guys that were judging over how she looks instead of her personality?" The boys hang their heads in shame as you peeked during their silence. "You're right, we pegged her all wrong and we shouldn't have done that." Oboro sighed reluctantly. "I shouldn't have said those things to her, but you're no saint either, Shouta. You were the one who said she could lose a few pounds or she wouldn't survive. I say that's way harsher." Your chest squeeze learning the ugly truth. It was indeed as suspected that your crush was the one who made a rude remark. You bite your lip wanting to cry.

A cackle bursts from into the scenes belonging to the brute Aizawa and Oboro fought. "Listen to you guys talk about some fat chick like she's the hottest person in school. Please, she's far from a model and Aizawa here knows it too." The towering teen squeezes Shouta's shoulder. "Who would have thought you'd be the intelligent one out of the three? I mean seriously, do you guys even know what she's capable of? Her quirk matches her body which sucks because I don't think anyone would want to date a sumo wrestler." He laughed. The fact that your so-called "friends" haven't bothered to defend you said a lot more than their words. You couldn't take it any more criticism. Your eyes welled up with tears, blurring your vision as you scramble out of the building shocking the boys. "(Y/n)?" Hizashi queried. "(Y/n), wait!" Oboro cried out chasing you along with Hizashi. Shouta stood with large eyes, ashamed of not doing anything about the ordeal. He slapped the brute's hand away. "You're such a prick." He grumbled in pursuit of his friends to no avail. You managed to lose them and head home as they sulk in their convictions.

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The next day, you dreaded waking up and head to school after yesterday's charade. You carried an umbrella after learning the forecast. It suited the vibe of what you were going through. You cried yourself to sleep and your hair was a little messy today than most days. What was the point of appearing fresh when everyone saw you the same way? You stare at the entrance and check the time. You purposely arrived late to avoid any communication.

You kicked off your shoes and slipped on your school shoes and dragged yourself down the hallways.

Meanwhile, Hizashi sighed dramatically as he sat at his desk filled with a puddle of their own shame. "Why were we so quick to judge? Now we'll never get to explain ourselves and taste her cooking." He whimpered. Hizashi was not the only one feeling like crap, Shota was far worse than the three. You had clung to him the most and made him feel confident than most. You stuck your neck out for him whenever he felt useless, followed him like a puppy, and tended to him. Shota balls his fists recalling the good and bad memories yet felt like one big asshole. When the door slid open, you entered the scene relieving the teen. However, your expression darkened as if broken by a couple of fools. His chest squeezed and his fists tighten till the whites of his knuckles grew visible.

He desperately wanted to walk up to you and explain regardless of making a scene. No one mattered that much to him to do such a thing, yet was afraid to make things worse. Before he could make up his mind, their homeroom teacher enters and starts class to Shota's dismay. The boys focused on the class while stealing glances in your direction. Hizashi and Oboro whispering about how destroyed you look. The Erasure then stared intently at your back dreaming of reaching out to you and talk in person. He wanted not just to apologize, but to make you his if possible? You haven't budged from your seat until it was time for hero sparring.

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The time was now, your postponed match approaches with your partner, Midnight. Those that have trialed previously were asked to watch from the sidelines. "I feel so bad for her." Hizashi started. "She looks so...broken. She shouldn't be like that. It's not normal." He argued. "We're the cause of her problem. Do you seriously think it's a good idea to talk to her?" Oboro squeezes the blonde's shoulder. "We wouldn't be great friends if we don't try. She deserves an apology." Shota couldn't agree more with Oboro. If they were the ones that created what you are now, they should take responsibility. He just hoped you would forgive them.

During the duel, Kayama went ahead and made the first few moves while you stood back as an offense. You kept yourself hidden, watching for your turn to dive in. Your partner's quirk spreads into the air for her enemies to inhale. They covered their mouths knowing it's ability would be game over. One of them fanned away the dust which was your cue to jump in and slam your fist into the ground causing a miniature earthquake. Yes, your quirk is super strength. A typical yet powerful power. The enemy shakes as they try to find their balance but Midnight was swift to attack both the glute and his henchman of a partner. The trio cheered with excitement causing an uproar to follow. "Go Kayama-Chan!" The cloud haired shouted. "You too (Y/n)!" Hizashi cheered. Midnight posed and winked at the crowd thanking them for their support while you shyly turn away disappointing the boys. Nonetheless, they continued to support.

The distraction helped the enemy give a sneak attack with an angry brute slammed his huge fists your way sending you flying and hitting the cement wall. You coughed out blood and snapped a bone in your body causing you to be immobile. You winced and held your mouth struggling to move as the bulldozing brute charged at you with such fury. "Move (Y/n)!" Oboro cried in horror. Shota was the only one who realized your distress and the nightmarish result if the glute pulverized you. "She can't...she's injured badly." He pointed out shocking the boys." Hizashi, tell the teacher to call off the match, Oboro, I'm going to use my Erasure and stop his quirk. I want you to soften the punch with your clouds and carry (Y/n) away." The pair looks at him stunned while Shota glared at the two. "Now!" He commanded scurrying them off into position. 'Hang on (Y/n)! I won't let anyone hurt you.' He internally monologued.

       Quickly, Shota removed his scarf lacing it over the large fist and tugging back to derail the punch as he also uses the move to throw himself in between while Oboro used his quirk to create a cloud and cushion the blow. In close proximity, Shota used his quirk to cancel his classmate's and slam him to the ground. Oboro used another cloud to cover Shota from the rubble while Shota covered you with his body looming over you. You stare at the teen in utter surprise at his appearance. He came in to help you after all of those horrible things he said? Why? The sound of the whistle ends the match. "That's enough!" Cried the teacher. "Attacking your classmate while down on her knees is unsportsmanlike Giovanni!" Oboro sighed with relief along with Yamada. Shota, on the other hand, pulls away and checks you out. "Shota?"

"Are you ok, (Y/n)? You coughed up blood and couldn't move." He said. "I...can't move my lower half. I heard something snap and I coughed up blood. I think I might have paralyzed myself." You whimpered. Could this day get any worse? The boy widens his eyes and looks over you hoping it wasn't true. His inner thoughts disperse when a grumble behind him interrupts. "Shota...you useless prick." Giovanni growled. "How dare you get in the way? Why go to great lengths to save her fat ass? I thought you disliked her?" Now was the time to speak up and fix what is misunderstood. "No, I didn't say that. Yeah, I said something terrible about her and I regret it. (Y/n) is amazing, kind, and a fantastic friend. So what if she carries weight, she beat you with her awesome quirk didn't she?" He smirked surprising you and Giovanni. "That's right!" Oboro agreed standing next to Shota. "She's stronger than you in every possible way, better and cooler." He smiled back at you. "We don't deserve to be in her presence, but that's just the kind of girl she is." Yamada stepped in nonchalantly smirking. The way the three stood up to you warmed your heart but angered the tall teen.

"Oh I see, you're all sticking up for her because you're all useless and dorks. It makes sense now. Keep your fat-" Shot a snapped and socked the male unconscious. "Don't call her fat or weak you asshole." He clicked his tongue before turning to you. Your heart flutters staring into his lazy eyes. "Are you ok?" You blush and nod. "Yeah, thank you, guys. Before the conversation could continue, medics arrived to take you away.

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A day after being received, visitors began to show up. Specifically, your classmates. Kayama was dramatic about it at first then wished you to get well. Oboro and Hizashi cried crocodile tears for you then raced out to fetch some snacks leaving you alone with Shota who introduced you to Sushi, the cat they saved. He sat in silence staring at the ground as you pet the tabby cat. You frowned that he suddenly shut down after making it up to you in school. You decided to speak up and encourage him. "Shota..." His name rang like honey off your lips. He peeked an eye on you from his messy hair. in turn, you send a kind smile. "Thank you for saving me and defending me yesterday. That means a lot to me. No one has ever done that for me. It's always me." He raises his head with interest. "No problem." He blushed. "I..." He started then sighed heavily as if trying to give up his attempts. Your curious gaze only forced him to continue. "I'm sorry for hurting you and saying such a rude thing. I shouldn't have judged you based on looks. I was peer pressured into answering and so I said what was at the top of my head.

"Shota...I forgive you. You all saved my life and consider me as your teammate. First impressions are never perfect, but I'm glad I changed your mind. I'm glad to have wonderful friends like you even if I am no longer able to attend school and be a hero anymore. I'm okay with that cause I made real friends." You smiled. Your smile never fading for anything and always looking at positives. He walks up to you and kisses your forehead. He blushes hard when he presses his head against yours. "You're always radiating beautifully and never let anything keep you down. Stay that way, because I need it in my life." You look at him dumbfounded as he holds your hand. "I need someone like you to make me feel ok when I'm down. To remind me of my worth. I want you to be mine, (Y/n)." His soft eyes sent your heart racing. "R-really?" He nods. "Yes, Shota! I'll be yours." You cup his cheeks and kiss him long and hard surprising him and the boys that walk in distraught. They whined about you being taken by the shy Shota.