dadzawa x juno! reader
tw: like…. loss of family ig, panic attack maybe also
🌷: if you guys ever want me to do any other overwatch x mha fic…. my requests are wide open…. (begging)
aizawa always preferred the quiet patrols that leaked late into the night. it was when the people most in need came out, searching a crawling for guidance. during the day, threats were categorized with mass destruction, thefts, or villains looking for the most attention. the threats that came out at night, were more sinister, where people the most vulnerable were preyed on.
he was able to really help people that needed it, he didn’t need the recognition from news outlets or magazines. he saved the people that were in the most dire need of help. that’s why he always preferred it.
but tonight was especially quiet and empty, due to a huge concert most citizens were going to. a twice concert, everyone in japan was obsessed with twice. so, while most heroes were stationed at or around the concert, aizawa was taking over patrolling almost every single other area.
so he enjoyed the quiet as he watched from a high rooftop, observing any moving figures that catches his eye. there were few of those and most of them were medical workers getting off late shifts. the sky was pretty as well, the stars shining brightly under the moon.
until what looked like a shooting star passed through the sky, and straight to the ground. it peaked aizawa’d interest as he was it immediately plummet to the ground with a resounding crash. he moved fast, running to the source, not too far away.
he wasn’t very good at helping with natural disasters, but he was the only hero around to help. aizawa quickly realized though, that this was no natural disaster, but a space ship. he didn’t particularly know what defined what a space ship was, but he knew that was one of them.
through the dust and rubble, he watched as a teenager, about the same age as his students, stumbled out of the chamber, wearing a space suit and helmet, even boots that made you float. ‘how old is this kid…. and how’d they get access to a vessel like this…’ he thought to himself slowly, as you floated over rocks, looking around at the world around you with wonder.
the area around you was dark, only streetlights illuminated the area in an artificial glow, but to you, it looked like wonderland. all you had ever known was the red desert of mars and the pristine clean labs built there. your guard was down, until you saw the thirty year old man, watching you with caution and intensity. he blended in so well with the night that you hadn’t seen him.
your first thought pointed to him being a villian. you had briefly learned about them from your parents when you were a kid. you pulled out your blaster, pointing it straight at him. “stay back, villian!” you shouted out, narrowing your eyes at him and standing your ground.
aizawa was taken aback, looking around confused, “excuse me?” his gruff voice muttered, but trying to diffuse the situation, “i think you’re mistaken—”
“i know who you are— you—” aizawa further narrowed his eyes as you stumbled over your words, “you— whippersnapper!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with rage that only translated as cute.
aizawa gave an exhausted sigh and shook his head, “what did you just call me?” he questioned, blown away by your absurdity as he walked closer.
“i do not know equally insulting terms.” you huffed, crossing your arms and looking away.
“well… i can tell you that i am not a villian… i’m a hero.” he explained in a monotone voice, relaxed as he assumed you weren’t a villian or a big threat, “so do you mind telling me why you came crashing through the sky?”
you looked around anxiously, twirling your blaster, “well… it’s a long story and—”
“i still need to hear it, or else i can’t fix it.”
you slowly took your helmet off, “well… i am y/n… from mars.” you tried to come off confident but your words wobbled, “and… i…”
you paused for a long moment, frustrating aizawa even more. he crossed his arms, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
“… am not quite acclimated to earth yet…” you mumbled, before falling to the ground and passing out.
you awoke with a groan, opening your eyes to be faced with bright ceiling lights. you sat up slowly, your head throbbing. “oh moons…” you mumbled, seeing that you were laid on a couch with a blanket tossed on top of you.
“are you feeling ‘acclimated’ yet?” you heard the hero from earlier ask. you look over, seeing him sat at a desk, surrounded by papers and a cup of coffee. in fact, the whole room was filled with desks, and there was a logo on the wall, UA.
“well… not quite…” you admitted, “but i am awake.” you tried to smile.
he hummed before turning in his chair, “up to answer questions?” he asked, his tone made it truly seem like you had the option, but you were sure you had to regardless. you responded with a small nod.
he pulled his chair closer to the couch, so you didn’t have to move, and pulled out a notepad. “so you said you’re from mars?” he questioned, extremely skeptical of your statement from earlier.
you nodded quickly, “yes, i was born on mars.” you weren’t sure of much now that you were on earth, but you knew that for a fact.
“alright…” he muttered, writing something down, “so… if you were born on mars then why are you here now?”
you bit your cheek, and aizawa could tell this was a more upsetting topic for you. your posture deepened, your eyes moved around the room quickly, and your nose scrunched. so he focused on you more, not looking at his notes so you knew he was engaged in the topic.
you sighed, “my family, the red promise colony, were sent to mars before i was born to find a livable life on mars.” you explained slowly.
“but about a year ago, dust storms started breaking out, making living there quite dangerous. and the intense conditions cut off our connection with earth, so they’ve sent me here to regain signal.”
aizawa let out a hum, drilling you through a couple more questions, before getting up to make a call. as the phone rang in his ear, he looked over at you from across the room. he had taken you to the UA teacher’s lounge after you passed out since the school wasn’t too far away. he watched as you looked around the room with wonder, along with anxiety, all due to the new world you were living in.
he believed your whole story, about being a martian. you didn’t sound like you were repeating a story, but your life. he could tell you needed someone, anyone to listen and help you.
the other side of the phone finally picked up, greeting aizawa, “hey… nezu,” he muttered, “i’d like to add someone to my class, as quickly as possible.”
“mr eraserhead, sir, really— i need to focus on reconnecting with mars— hero school does not seem beneficial—” you frantically got your words out, following behind the grumpy hero as he sorted out files.
“we will get you back in connection with your family,” he explained, “and it will be easier if you go to ua, we can provide you with the technology you need, alright?”
“but i should spend all of my time trying to get this—”
“you don’t have a hero license, so the days my students spend at their internships, you’ll work on getting back connection with your home.”
you stayed quiet for a moment, taking in his offer. it’s been a day since he took you in, and you were grateful, incredibly grateful, so a part of you accepted being a hero student. you were eager to learn.
you stood in the middle of his apartment and tugged at the blazer of the uniform, “i guess… i should take control of the opportunity in front of me.” you forced a smile to reassure him.
he just hummed and motioned for you to follow behind him, “then we gotta get there early.”
you had to admit, going to ua was incredibly fun. training was exhilarating and you were a natural, with your antigravity boots and versatile blaster, being a hero was fun.
and having friends was super fun as well, you never had any one mars. they were nice to you and made you laugh, you were just happy.
but, your original mission was a struggle. ua had vast technology, and you were infinitely grateful that aizawa allowed you to use staff only appliances. despite all of that, nothing was working.
no calls were going through, neither were messages, it just filled you with worry. worry for your family back on mars…. conditions had gotten bad and all you wanted for was then to be okay.
the anxiety consumed you, and you were working on getting connection back every free minute. like now, you were staying with aizawa, just so he could keep a closer eye on you, and he was grading papers while you worked on a math equation.
you needed to find the answer to properly put in the numbers for your message, but it was making your head ache. you groaned and rested your head on the table, “mr. aizawa sir, do you ever feel like you are just, working in circles and getting no where?” you asked, lifting your head up and resting your chin on your hand.
he hummed and continued marking off papers. “all the time.” he stated, a nonchalant attitude.
you groaned again and huffed, “i feel so hopeless, none of my research is working. it should’ve been easy, i know how to do it, it’s just not connecting….” you muttered, glancing at the cat in the windowsill. aizawa left food out for the strays often.
aizawa sighed and looked up from his papers, setting the pen aside, “it’s difficult work, there’s a reason it’s not working, you’ve just gotta find it.” he encouraged, it was subtly but meaningful. it worked better than any ‘you got it’ ever would.
you looked back down at your work, “i know… but i have to work fast.” you muttered, “they’re all counting on me, they’re in danger with all the dust storms.”
“what if… what if i’m not good enough to save them…” you whispered to yourself. the whole mission depended on you, it felt like there were tons of weights pressing down in your shoulders.
it was silent for a moment, only sounds being aizawa shifting in his seat to lean back, “it’s not fair to you.” he stated, his voice tinged with sympathy for you and disappointment in your family.
“hm?”
“them sending you here with no other help isn’t fair to you, they impinged a whole mission on you, you’re still a child.” he grumbled, “and you can try your hardest to fix this mess, but at the end of the day…”
“you don’t deserve the responsibility and you should be allowed to be a kid.” he finished his statement, reaching across the table to ruffle your hair. aizawa spoke from experience, remembering the days where he took in too much responsibility, and he didn’t want you to meet the same fate.
you smiled as he ruffled your hair. he gave you some food for thought, and you weren’t ever gonna give up on saving your family, but maybe you could relax a little. working nonstop won’t magically make things happen.
“can we eat um… what did you call it again… take—”
“take out. it’s called take out.” he finished your sentence. he understood your cluelessness, but god did it frustrate him. “and take out is how you get it, it’s not the type of food.”
“oh— there must be so many types of food then… i will have to learn them all!” your face brightened as you got up to find more information about food.
“you go do that little martian.” he said as he picked up his phone to order.
“no— and then i told the thug ‘try to work the car in this voltage.’ and it was so cool—” kaminari rambled off, recalling the last villain he took down. you stopped listening to him a while ago, as he talked to the rest of the group.
you were working on another way to get the message through to mars. you were getting near to the end of your list filled with ideas, so you were hanging on to the slim hope that this math problem would work out.
your posture quickly straightened as all the numbers came together, making a clear path and answer for you. “i got it!” you got up and cheered. your friends gave you puzzled looks, but you quickly grabbed all your stuff, “my apologies, but i must finish something!”
you ran off, running through the halls to the technology room. you dropped a couple papers on your way there, but you burst through the door and scrambled to put the equation in for the message.
you typed out your message as well, double checking it, before entering it. you bit your lip, preparing for the screen to present the word ‘error.’ it loaded for a while, before it changed. you almost jumped in excitement, thinking it would confirm the message went through.
‘communication device: abandoned.’
“what…” you stepped back from the computer, your face dropping. “no… you only label a device abandoned if no one will… receive it…” you muttered, slowly coming to the gut wrenching revelation.
the dust storms… they were getting extreme and dangerous, it’s why you had to be sent to earth. your stomach lurched at the idea, that they were all gone. part of you tried to convince yourself they were just out of orbit, and that’s why you can’t reach them, but you knew the truth.
they were gone, even if they were alive, you’ll never be able to contact them, to reach them ever again.
your vision blurred quickly, from your tears and the overwhelming feelings of anguish and shame. you felt sick and nauseous, quickly finding a chair to sit down in.
you heard the door click open, followed by lazy footsteps. “hey, y/n, i saw you run in here, everything okay— y/n?” his tone went from monotone to concerned immediately. “hey, what’s going on kid?” he kneeled down in front of you, the long dark locks of hair covering the screen from your view.
“mr. aizawa sir, can terrans’ lose air on e-earth— because i feel l-like i am losing air—” you stuttered rapidly, chasing after your breath and desperately losing.
you felt his hands on your shoulders, grounding you, “listen, you need to take some deep breaths.” his voice was steady and calm, “just in and out.”
you blindly followed his words, taking the deep breaths. your nose twitched as you attempted to keep your composure. “what is—”
“don’t ask questions right now, just try to catch your breath right now.” he interrupted you, which probably would’ve upset you in any other circumstance, but it was soft and comforting.
it took you a while. you struggled to stop the choking gasps that interjected your deep breaths. aizawa stayed by your side the whole time, his hand gently rubbing your back and giving you time to rest.
once you had calmed down, you picked at your nails and hesitated before you spoke. “i-i don’t get it… they’re…. gone.” you muttered, feeling tears well up in your eyes again, “i wasn’t fast enough to save them.” your lip quivered.
“hey, hey…” he took you into a hug immediately, “remember what i told you that night, when you felt the pressure of all this?”
you leaned your head on his shoulder and hummed, your tears catching on his shirt.
“i told you, that you didn’t deserve all this pressure, and i meant it.” aizawa explained softly, “this is not your fault, you did all that you could do. there were too many things out of your control.”
you nodded your head and hugged him back, “this feeling… like… there’s just a hole in my chest.”
“yeah…” he hums, “that happens when you lose someone… it feels unbearable, but it gets smaller as you grow.” he spoke from experience, remembering when his best friend died, and how he felt as a teenager. feeling the pressure of oboro’s death, responsibility for how it ended.
“i had a friend die… when i was your age… and it’s horrible. but life goes on, and you don’t have to get over it now, but you grow from it.” aizawa’s words came out soft, parting your newfound grief like the red sea.
you didn’t make a comment, didn’t stutter out a response. you just hugged him closer as you cried again. you didn’t feel better, but his words gave you the possibility that you could, and that things would be alright.
that’s all you could hope for right now.
it had been two weeks, you had stopped going to class, and aizawa let you. he knew that losing someone was hard, he experienced it himself.
but he was always pretty quiet guy, when he fell into a depression over oboro’s death, it wasn’t as obvious. you on the other hand, was not like yourself at all, and he understood why, it was just heart breaking to see the vibrant girl he took under his care so devastated and weary.
the girl so curious about the world, so eager to learn more, someone who always persevered, couldn’t even muster the energy to turn on the tv.
aizawa came back from a long day at ua, having put the class through some intense training, looking over and seeing you sitting in the couch. you looked deep in thought, which was better than most days, as you usually looked lifeless.
“hey little martian.” he walked over to the couch, leaning in the side of it and crossing his arms, “you gonna eat tonight?”
you hummed and looked up at him. he was his usual self, a deadpan expression, but that was just his resting face. always tried, always needing some rest.
“i… would like to eat tonight…” you muttered, picking at your nails, “but i would like to ask a question first.”
aizawa hummed in response, nodding his head and moving to sit down. if you needed to talk, he’d give you his full attention, no matter how much work needed to be done. “go on.” he said as he settled into the seat.
“well… just…. how do you stay so brave when you are struggling?” you asked honestly.
aizawa raised an eyebrow and leaned foreword, “how do i stay brave?”
“yes…” you muttered, now feeling that your question was stupid, “i just remember my classmates mentioning how, when times seemed the darkest, you always composed and brave… how do you do that? stay steady in the face of danger?”
your eyes looked at him with your usually curiosity, but tinged with sadness. aizawa sighed and tapped his leg.
“honest answer? … when people rely on you, you have to be brave. if not… then everyone freaks out. so even if i’m scared, i have to do it for others around me, i owe it to them as their hero.” he admitted, crossing his arms.
you stayed quiet for a moment, your eyes looking out the window in thought, up at the sky.
“what’s got you asking this, y/n?”
you turned towards him fully and raised your posture, “i want to be a hero! but… i find it hard to be brave… i am quite the fearful person.” you admitted.
“if i can’t be brave in the face of this situation, then how can i be a hero?”
aizawa walked over and kneeled in front of you, “well, i believe that you are quite brave, y/n.” he placed his hand on your shoulder and kept eye contact with you. it made you tense up, not in anxiety, and surprise in his words.
“you may not think you are, but you crash landed onto earth, and you didn’t shy away from your mission. you worked day and night working for a solution, when most would give up.”
“and you found the answer… it just happened that it didn’t end the best.” he gave you a small smile, when he didn’t show often, “you have exactly what it takes to be a hero.”
your lip quivered and tears welled in your eyes, “you really think so mr. aizawa sir!” you wailed, covering your face.
he rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder, “yes, don’t be so emotional about it. and you don’t have to call me that, just call me aizawa.” he pushed himself off the floor and started walking over to the kitchen.
you sniffled and whipped your tears, “but you are my teacher!” you scrambled to get off the couch and follow him.
“and i’m also your leader guardian, you are an exception.”
you smiled to yourself before giving him a big hug. he paused for a moment, surprised by your happiness for once in weeks, but wrapped his arms around you slowly. “thank you… aizawa.” you muttered, giving him a squeeze.
he smiled again as well, “yeah yeah…” he pat your back, “but if you wanna a hero, you’ve got a lot of extra work you need to do.”
you let go of him and nodded, “i will do what it takes!”