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How about a scenario where Aizawa's daughter takes a hit for him and almost dies?

Thank you for your time!!

Thanks for the request! I'm not sure how I feel about what I wrote but I hope you like it!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was only supposed to be a simple patrol, that's why he brought you along to begin with. He thought it would be safe to finally let you on the field with him. He was wrong. Very, very wrong and it’s probably shaved a good few years off his life as you lay against him in an alleyway, the pool of blood below you only growing larger and staining both his and your own hero suits as he tries to suppress his panic. “Why the hell did you do that?” he asked wincing at the way his voice cracked “I couldn’t let you get hurt” you whispered as the two of waited for backup as “you idiot, It's my job to stop you from getting hurt” he sighed as the sirens got closer “your job as a hero or as my father?” you chuckled only to wince in pain as you did.

Before he could respond an ambulance quickly pulled in blocking the entrance to the alley, your vision narrowing as voices shouted for you to stay awake, to keep your eyes open, to keep living. The first thing that came to you was the smell of antiseptic, quickly followed by the various sounds of the hospital equipment and hushed voices. “The suspect didn’t get very far and is now in police custody” an unfamiliar voice whispered as a much more familiar voice followed it with a tired sigh “that’s good”. The next sense to return, although slowly and almost painfully, was your sight as the overhead lights almost blinded you, the hushed voices now silent. The raspy groan you let out was almost inhuman as the man you could only assume was a police officer hurried out of the room silently.”Water” you rasped attempting to sit up only to be eased back down by familiar hands. “Let me raise the bed,” Aizawa said, the look of relief that flashed on his face quickly and almost unseen as he held down the button almost hidden away on the side of your bed. Once the bed was raised enough for you to drink without spilling you quickly sipped the water ignoring the pain in your throat from the rush of liquid that flooded it as your father chuckled at you. “Am I in trouble?” you asked nervously hoping that his amusement meant you’d be let off the hook “You’re definitely in trouble” he said as if it were obvious and to you, it should’ve been “shit.” you cursed hoping he’d at least ease up on the punishment since you were his favorite child (his only child). But at least you were alive and that was all that mattered to him, and hopefully you’d think twice before throwing yourself into danger (you’d do it again).

Hiii, i was wondering if you could please write a bnha Aizawa oneshot (or drabble) in which he has a daughter and he dreamed she died in his arms but she was safe and sound sleeping in her bedroom 🩵 thanks you🩵

I hope it's ok that I used Y/N as the name cause I couldn't think of anything else.

It was dark.

Much darker than any of his dreams had ever been before, with nothing but darkness everywhere he looked. 

Or so he thought.

Glancing to his right, his gaze landed on something he’d hoped he would never encounter; his child, facing off against the very nomu that messed him up at the USJ. His panic flared as his heart beat quicker than it had in a long time, but he couldn’t move. Something had him stuck in place as he watched his daughter fight the nomu using the capture weapon he himself had taught her to use. She put up a good fight, despite how much it hurt to watch as the nomu threw her to the ground over and over again he still couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried as she lost more and more blood, slowing her down enough for the nomu to get devastating hits on her, the sounds of bones breaking all too loud for him to handle as tears gathered at his lash-line. 

Finally, when it seemed she could no longer get up off the ground was he able to move as he sprinted towards her as her body twitched and limbs were splayed out in directions that surely weren’t natural. “Y/N, wake up” he said frantically, lightly smacking her face in an attempt to wake her from a slumber that seemed all too eternal. But it was no use, as her breathing slowed until it stopped all together and sobs wracked his body. She was dead.Waking with a gasp, sweat poured from his body and tears he hadn’t even noticed stained his face as he tried to ground himself, telling himself it was only a dream but it was in vain as his breathing only sped up as he rushed out of bed and into the hallway. He had to make sure she was ok, that she was here, that she was breathing. Quietly, he opened her door, wincing at the sound it made as it eased open revealing the dimly lit room where Y/N lay sleeping. Walking closer, he watched relieved as her chest rose and fell, a sure sign that she was breathing. Sitting on the ground against her bed, he let relief flood his body now that he was sure of his daughters safely if only for now.