Aizawa Comforts a grieving y/n. Comfort fic, not romantic/sexual in nature. This is purely parental. Enjoy!
"Damnit!" You scream as you angrily kick the wall of your dorm room in U.A. You were alone in the minimalist room that you had sparsely decorated. The building was quiet. After all, it was the weekend and all the other students were home with their parents. Except for you. While your legal guardians would be delighted to have you back for a few days, you didn't know these relatives. Your mother and/or father had always been quite distant from their family. And so were you. Ever since you started living with your relatives after... it, you made sure to keep your distance. It wasn't their fault, they loved you very much. But now you were afraid to get too close. so when you got accepted into U.A you had been more than happy to move into its dorms.
Another loud ruckus as you kicked the wall again. After a minute or so of screaming and lashing out, you sank to the floor, exhausted both physically and emotionally. A knock came at your door and you flinched. No one was supposed to be here. everyone was home.
Wiping your eyes and standing up, you tried to make yourself look halfway decent. You reached for the door handle and turned it. Standing in the doorway was your homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa, or Eraserhead. "Have you finished?" The sleepy teacher said, his half lidded eyes staring through his curtain of long black hair. Mr. Aizawa's monotone voice made you assume that he was mad at you. Then again, you could never really tell what the man was thinking.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Aizawa, I just.. I'm sorry." You didn't want to give him the real reason you had been throwing what was effectively a temper tantrum. You were thankful that your room didn't have many objects in it, they most like would have gotten in the way. Mr. Aizawa would be annoyed if you had made a huge mess.
He sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes. "What are you even doing here? It's the weekend and all students should be at home." Aizawa leaned against the doorframe, staring down at you. It was like he was staring right into your soul.
"I'm not going home for the weekend." You state firmly. "I want to stay here." You look away avoiding eye contact.
"Y/n, all the teachers are going to be leaving. You can't stay here alone, that's not rational."
"I'm fine." You looked at him and forced a smile.
"I am your teacher and therefore I am responsible for you. Please tell me what is going on. There is no judgement, I just need a reason to allow you to stay here. Is there something going on at home? Problems with your parents?" At these last words you glanced away, trying not to let the tears spill over.
"Ah." Aizawa paused, not really knowing how to handle this. "Are.. your parents pressuring you? Grades?"
You cracked a tiny smile, the tears rolling down your cheeks. "I kinda wish she/he was around to pester me."
He arrived at the most logical conclusion and realized the problem. "Oh, I see." Aizawa scratched the back of his neck and placed a hand on your shoulder, squatting down.
"Listen, y/n, I'm not going to baby you and say that 'I'm sorry for your loss'. You've probably been sick of hearing it. And I bet you wish that your parent(s) had stayed around for your youth and seen you grow up."
You wipe at your face, not sure how this was supposed to make you feel better.
"It's not irrational to be mad. Or scared." He paused. "I think all your feelings are right. Maybe you'll never stop feeling this way, and that's okay. Just know that I am not just your teacher, but I am also a person that you can trust."
You sobbed, clutching your chest, the words meaning more to you than a "I'm sorry for your loss" or a "It'll get better" ever could. Filled with emotion, you rush forward and clutch Aizawa in a hug. He looked surprised for a moment then slowly patted you on the back. You stayed there for a few moments, crying into his chest.
Slowly, you stepped away, wiping your tears away. "Thanks." Aizawa nodded, a long strand of your snot on his black shirt. "Sorry." You wiped it away, feeling a bit amused.
"It's okay. We can do some training while you're here. Can't waste any time if you want to succeed." He said, gesturing toward the hallway. "If you're going to be here, you should make the most of it."
"O-okay.." You resisted rolling your eyes at the pro hero. Mr. Aizawa was still the stern teacher, even when he was being kind.
"I'll call whoever is taking care of you and inform them that you're here. By law, I have to stay here if you're here, but if it makes you more comfortable I keep a sleeping bag in my office." He reached out a hand and you took it. You were glad to have him in your corner.
Thanks for reading! Hopefully this helped you.
