It was a cold Thursday night, and Aizawa was in his teacher dorm, alone and quiet. He was curled up in his sleeping bag, his computer in his lap. That was when he had the sudden curiosity- the same curiosity that most people have at some point. He opened a new tab on his computer and carefully typed in two familiar words. ‘Shota Aizawa’, his own name. He was expecting a few pictures, mentions of his hero status- maybe a few news articles or videos of takedowns- media coverage that he couldn’t weasel his way out of at the time.

What popped up instead… he did a double-take. One that his own self-depracative brain couldn’t comprehend. Wattpad and AO3 fanfictions with his name plugged into the titles and tags. He sat up in an Instant, disbelief clawing its way over his usually expressionless face. No way someone would like him like that- enough to write fanfictions of him, no less.

What the hell is this?!

Against his usual logic, he made a wattpad account and immediately opened a DM with the author- something familiar but he couldn’t place. And, he began to type out a frantic message to the creator.