Yandere Aizawa - Blog Posts

HIII, I wanted to ask for a one shot (if possible) about Aizawa x idol!reader, that it's about the reader being a Kpop idol, and Aizawa is very obsessed with her and goes to all her concerts and spies on her and etc.. . something like that

(Laser: Hello! Thanks for the request :) This was an interesting one to work on and I hope I did it justice. It kind of goes full yandere at the end, so I hope that's alright.)

Idol-ization (Aizawa/F!Idol!Reader)

Content: Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, kidnapping.

MHA-MHA-MHA

Aizawa couldn't explain it.

He had no interest in idols, in celebrity culture in general. Your music wasn't anything like the music he usually listened to, and he'd never been one to be swayed by the looks of a beautiful woman.

But the moment he saw you, he just knew he was doomed. And maybe he'd doomed you, too.

You were in Japan as a part of your world tour, performing concerts and the occasional interview in-between. One of those interviews was with "Put Your Hands Up! Radio" and Mic, who was actually a fan of your music, wouldn't shut up about having the opportunity to meet you. Aizawa had no interest in it, but he let his friend carry on about it anyway.

He happened to be stopping by Mic’s radio station to discuss UA business the day of your interview. He caught some of the end of it as he waited for his friend outside of the broadcast booth, watching you chat with the voice hero live on air through the glass window.

He was struck then by your grace, holding yourself in the way a princess might. By your laugh, a sound that smoothly washed over him, warm and sweet. And your eyes-

God, your eyes.

So… genuine and alluring. There was sincerity there, a spirit that drew him in, and he found that he couldn’t look away from you.

As the interview came to an end, Mic was eager to introduce the two of you. You smiled at Aizawa and shook his hand, and Aizawa was surprised by the softness of your skin, how delicate and breakable you felt in his grasp. He’d forgotten how fragile a person could be.

He followed you back to your hotel that night.

A full week passed of surveilling your every move before he could stop and consider what the hell he was even doing.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t behavior wasn’t healthy, especially regarding a stranger. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so fascinated by you, your every move enchanted for him for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.

Aizawa learned a lot about you in a short amount of time. Your every waking moment was centered around your career, you were constantly rehearsing, exercising, going to interviews, performances. He learned some of your songs by heart, learned your catchphrases, your brand tie-ins, your style.

He also learned how strict you were with yourself, maintaining your appearance and persona with a level of discipline he rarely saw in anyone. You didn’t allow yourself a single slip-up or indulgence. The grace he was struck by when he first met you was something that you diligently maintained.

He was impressed by your commitment, but also concerned. Constantly working like that wasn’t sustainable (the irony of him having such a thought was completely lost on him). There was only so long someone could continue going the way you were before shutting down.

There were other concerns, too, like just how poor your security was.

You had a small, pitiful detail that had not once caught on to Aizawa’s presence, who barely managed to maintain your precious privacy away from your fans, who wouldn’t stand a chance should a real threat approach you. He’d tailed you when you went to your performances and interviews, sneaking into venues and studios with alarming ease. He had to grit his teeth when he watched your security allow people to get too close. At times, a fan even managed to touch your arm or just barely graze through your beautiful hair. It infuriated him.

You were too vulnerable. You didn’t have an offensive quirk and you had no fighting experience, so there was no way you could properly defend yourself. And the people who were supposed to be looking out for you were doing a piss poor job.

You would never have to worry about anything if Aizawa were there. He knew he could protect you, keep you safe, maybe even convince you to get some rest. If it were up to him.

The last straw was when the inevitable happened and your pathetic security allowed a fan to get through while you were resting one evening (early morning, actually) in your hotel room after a performance. The bastard actually managed to get into your room, catching you by surprise as you were trying to enjoy one of your few precious minutes of free time.

Fortunately, Aizawa was looking out for you. He was in the room and had the pest wrapped up in his capture weapon before you could even scream, anger and a fierce protectiveness the likes of which he’d never felt before coursing through his veins.

When you turned those gorgeous eyes of yours to him, expression full of confusion, dawning recognition, and the lingering hints of fear, he felt his heart throb painfully. He crossed the room to you, grasping your shoulders gently, but firmly. You looked so beautiful, yet so fragile. Too fragile. This world was too dangerous for you, and as that thought cemented itself in his head, something dark and twisted settled in his chest.

He squeezed your shoulders, the gesture meant to be comforting, but there was a possessive edge to it.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, a tone of finality to his voice, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He pulled you closer to him, your surprised resistance, still not completely grasping the situation you were in, doing little to stop him.

“I’m going to keep you safe.”

That night, a famous idol on tour in Japan disappeared from her hotel room without a trace.

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Teacher's Pet

charecters : aizawa , you

Summary : a small fantasy of yours changes into reality with your teacher or more specifically aizawa

You sat there, the sound of the A.C drowned out the other noises in class. you bit the end of your pen slightly as you tried to concentrate on the notes Mr. Aizawa was writing on the board.

Your eyes trailed over his face, following every feature; from his stubble to his scar, nose, lips and eyes.

Black eyes stared at you as you snapped out of it and wrote down what he finished writing.

You felt your heart racing as you realized you got caught staring at him; not writing down the notes but staring at him. your cheeks bloomed a pink colour as you continued to write.

(Y/n), since you were obviously distracted, would you care to tell the rest of your peers, the third rule for this semester's lesson course?"

He stared at you, a subtle smirk formed and disappeared the next millisecond.

He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response. Your mind went blank, you realized you never wrote down anything at the beginning of the lesson. Your eyes went wide as you stared at something that was next to him.

"U-uh... i don't.." you trailed off and felt really stupid as to why you didn't write anything down.

He sighed and looked directly at you, "Next time pay attention. Or you'll be staying after class as detention."

He turned back to the board.

You didn't really think not paying attention would cause you to actually be in detention.

Yea, not so long after Mr. Aizawa called you out for not paying attention you managed to get in trouble.

You facepalmed and stared at the class door knob, debating to actually go forth and stay in a classroom where you and this desirable man are alone for a whole 2 hours. Yea, nothing like 'Pure' thoughts.

You gulped and knocked on the door.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to. He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it.

After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to.

He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it. After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

Your cheeks flared, and you cleared your throat to speak but got cut off by a paper being shown to you. It was writing about Mr. Aizawa and how he caused you to catch feelings for him.

"Care to explain?" You stayed still and looked back at him. "It was a joke." You blurted out then cringed after, God how fucking stupid are you?! You thought.

He smirked and moved a bit closer, his breath on your lips as your eyes stayed on his. "It took a while to understand how you acted different towards me from the other students."

He whispered in a sultry voice as he placed a hand on your thigh, you blushed and on instinct you squeezed your thighs together. His lips barely touching yours but just enough to feel the feather touches of his lips.

"You- BUrP BURPbURP'

You shot out of bed with sweat on your face and looked around. You stared at your MHA posters and facepalmed. "No more fanfics before bed......." You muttered and slammed your face back into the pillow.

mha incorrect #4

Shigaraki : i have your student

Aizawa : which one???

Shigaraki : A angry rat that wont stop screaming "DEKU"

Aizawa : OMG HE HAS BAKUHOU