Chapter 1
Golden Eyed Black Figure with Grey Tendrils

She enters the field with confident strides. She looks around the area before her eyes land on the group she had been looking for. She wouldn't have found them if it wasn't for one of the teachers helpfully pointed her out. The confusion on their faces was evident when she asked them where the class is at, because this is the first time she ever stepped on UA ground, but they thankfully keep their questions to themselves.

As she heads over to them, it seems she had arrived just on time as the class closing in to an end, judging how ragged and tired the students. She thinks they were having a sparring, judging by the circle ring right behind them, enough to fit a pair inside.

Standing in front of them is a tall black figure, hands in his pocket and saying something that has captured everyone's attention. Despite how exhausted and worn the students are, they still look up at the person with full attention.

Admirable, she has to admit.

"What's up with all this?" she asks aloud, caring very little that she had interrupted the man's speech. Finally realizing they have a new audience, the students look around the tall man with confusion before their eyes sparkle as she approaches the class. She preens at the attention, giving them her signature toothy smile. The man turns around and gives her a piercing glare between locks of hair and over his insurmountable amount of scarf around his neck.

Who has that amount of scarf around their neck anyway?

"What do you want, Miruko?" the man with haggard hair asks. The displeasure is clearly evident from his tone. She smirks at him as she looks at him up and down, taking in his appearance.

This is the first time she had ever met him fact to face. She had never met the UA's homeroom teacher for Class 1-A before. And even then, she rarely heard about him too. The first time she ever know about him was during the attack at USJ. She first heard his voice during the Sports Festival afterward. And she first saw his face on the news during Kamino Ward. He only starts receiving attention very recently. Apparently he is very well known in the hero community at how protective he is over his kids.

And those are the only thing she knows about him. There's barely any information about him, barely made any public appearance, barely anything. No matter how much she had done her research there was barely that had come up; only series of blurry and dark pictures along with a few blog posts that shared similar description.

'Golden Eyed Black Figure with Grey Tendrils.'

Now that she is face to face with him, she could see how description would fit him even if they are a little dramatized. He wears everything black and she guesses the grey tendrils part is his scarf. But golden eyes? As far as she can see, his eyes are pure black much like his outfit. It wouldn't take a wild guess that Eraser is using anonymity and mystery to his advantage.

A mysterious man, shrouded in shadows, and is protective of his kids.

He is certainly piqued her interest that she just have to check him out herself.

"You must be the erasure guy, Eraser dude," she replies instead of answering the question. The man, Eraser, doesn't bother to correct her. His glare still glues onto her.

"My question still stands," he replies instead as his unwavering glare intensifies a little bit more, radiating more irritation and impatience.

'A man who takes no bullshit,' she thinks to herself, trying not to let the smirk on her face widens.

"I'm booking one of your kids to work under me," she finally answers. It's a reasonable excuse to be here, enough that even the infamous Nedzu let her walk on UA ground even though she has an ulterior motive to be here in the first place.

Though, now she is thinking about it, it was a little suspicious that Principal Nedzu would let her walking around UA ground.

"The next internship won't go live for the next two weeks," Eraser replies coolly. "And it is up to them to choose who they want to work with, not the heroes. Your presence here is unneeded."

'Straight to the point; very nice,' she purrs in her mind. She's starting to like this man, and she is only starting to get to know him. She tilts her head and looks past him and the students, at the ring that had set up behind them.

"What were you guys having?" she asks, placing a hand on her hips. Eraser doesn't answer. The glare that he still keeping at her has not reduced a single bit.

"We had a one versus one sparring," one of the students answers instead, the one with red hair and sharp fangs with a fist pump. "It was some manly fights between bros! Everyone was so cool!"

"Sparring, huh?" She hums as a smile grows on her lips, an idea forming in her head. She walks past Eraser and his kids, approaching the ring. She enters it, taking note of the messy dirt at her feet, all the soot and liquids and burn marks all around. It must be from the students' sparring from earlier. "What'd you say we have a little one ourselves, Eraser? Just me and you?"

"No."

What a quick reply.

Before she could think of a stronger word to convince the man after the initial rejection, it seems she doesn't need to because the students start to whine at him.

"Come on, Mr. Aizawa!"

'Aizawa, huh.' She'll keep that name in mind.

"Just this one!"

"Just once couldn't hurt!"

"Pleeeeeeeeeease?"

"You dare opposing me?"

"No sir, Mr. Aizawa, sir!"

She blinks in surprise, taken aback at how quickly the mood changed. With just a single sentence, the whines and cries instantly stopped and forgotten and every student stands rigid. He must have great command and high respect from these students.

Either those or they are terrified of him. All options seem plausible. Even just a few minutes of meeting him, she could already tell he doesn't tolerate a lot of things; bullshit is one of the highest on the list.

"Since we were rudely interrupted, class is dismissed." Eraser gives her another but harder glare before returning his gaze back at his kids; the glare significantly reduced. "Make sure to shower once you're at the dorm."

"Yes, Mr. Aizawa."

"And wash your uniforms. I don't want your stench wrecking the common room again."

"Yes, Mr. Aizawa," the class moans as they relaxes, losing their rigid posture. Eraser gives everyone one final look – and one final glare for her for good measure – before he turns around and makes his way off the field. The students sag in disappointment. She could tell they were looking forward to see two heroes sparring.

To be honest, so does her. She had really wanted to see what this man is capable of. So how can he convince him to spar with her?

Unless...

"Why don't you demonstrate something to your kids, Eraser?" she calls out before he gets too far.

He stops in his track but has yet to turn around. She smirks in triumphant. She knows she is playing it dirty for using his kids for her own bargain, but at least it is harmless and none of them will be harmed. She watches as the students hold their breath and looks at their teacher with wide wishful eyes. She herself is holding her own breath, sharing similar wish as them.

Finally Eraser releases a long sigh.

"Alright, but just this once."

The students whoop and cheer, excited to finally get to see some action. She tries not to vibrate in excitement as he turns around and makes his way to her.

"This is going to be so awesome!" one of the students cheers.

"This is so definitely going to be cool!"

"Someone quick record this!"

"I don't have my phone with me!"

"Crap!"

Eraser ignores his excited kids as he walking past them and steps into the ring. He then stands right in front of her on the opposite end of the ring. He faces with his posture slouching and hands in pockets.

"This is one final lesson of the day before you all go back to the dorm. Listen carefully and watch closely, because I will not repeat it again. No matter where you are or in what conditions you are in, you must-"

The sentence quickly cut short, because she already makes her move without even letting him prepare. Within a blink of an eye, she's already jumps forward and has one leg pulled back, ready to strike the teacher in the head.

It's a dirty fight, starting before she could let him finish what he is saying, but he is already inside the ring and stands before her. She's not letting an opportunity slide past her. She wants to see how he would handle this, testing him. She smirks, already sensing a victory coming despite the circumstance.

The smirk quickly disappears when the scarf he has around his neck suddenly moves on its own even though Eraser hadn't move any limbs. The scarf floats up, stacking side by side enough to cover her field of view from Eraser for a split second.

And once the scarf is out of the way, the man is nowhere to be found.

"Urgh!" she chokes out when something tightens all around her body, wrapping from her neck down pinning her arms to her side and bringing her ankles back together. She groans when her body slams onto the ground. She looks down at what is holding her while squirming around to get free.

Something gray and long... it's almost look like...

She tears her gaze away at her bind, looking around before her eyes land on her supposed opponent. He is standing right behind her, having his back towards her and his arms crossed over his head. The long gray thing seems to be coming from his hands.

'No... It's coming from his scarf,' she thinks when she finally sees that it is trailing down from his hands to his scarf.

"-Always be prepared," she hears him saying with an air of conclusion. He straightens up before turning around, hands still holding onto the gray thing. He looks down at her with blank eyes and cool gaze.

'Has that scar always been there?'

He walks over to her and with one swift movement he tugs on a piece from her bind, throwing her in the air with a twirl. Before she even realizes it, she lands safely back on her feet. She blinks in surprise before she watches with wide awed eyes as the grey thing winds itself around his neck on its own.

'No... It is his scarf.'

Without any other words or a single glance, he turns and walks off the ring and through the sea of awestruck students, who part away silently to give him room to walk away with his hands in his pocket. Silent awe washes over everyone as they keep staring at his back until he finally disappears.

"Wow..." she finally hears one of the students say quietly.

"He took Miruko down so quick!" one shouts in awe, and that seems to break the shock as they starts to excitedly converse with each other over what had happened.

"Dude, Mr. Aizawa is extra awesome today!"

"Mr. Aizawa is super manly!"

"No matter where you are or in what conditions you are in, you must always be prepared," she hears one quotes thoughtfully before the boy snaps his fingers. "He's already prepared and knew what to do as soon as he accepted the challenge!"

"WOW!"

"What a mad banquet of darkness."

"As expected for Mr. Aizawa!"

'Damn,' she whispers in her mind as the students continue their praising as they make their way off the field. She crosses her arms and places her hands on her biceps to disguise the tingling goosebumps she is feeling there.

His dark black eyes flash in her mind and the goosebumps doubles.

'Damn.'

Not too long ago, I came across the first fic of this rarepair and I instantly fell in love with it. Unfortunately, there are very few fics of this ship. So, I decided to lend a hand.

I've decided to delete all of the oneshots on and compile them into a single giant fic because it's better that way on this site. I still keep them as oneshots on AO3 though. EraserBunny is still alive.

Also Dadzawa. You cannot stop me from inserting Dadzawa. Don't even try to pry it from my cold dead hands.

Special thanks to "TrueCoffeeCravingWolf" on AO3 for introducing this wonderful rarepair to me.