whispers of snow - Aizawa x reader
a/n; hihi! It’s Arianna! I had so much fun reading! I’ve read everyone’s so far, and they are soo good! Thank you @queenpiranhadon for inviting me! <3 also thank you @queenpiranhadon for the banner and the dividers!
Syn:In a modern retelling of the classic Snow White story, Aizawa, a stoic yet compassionate prince, finds himself drawn to you, a kind-hearted individual with a love for animals and nature. So what like Snow White, possesses an innate charm that captures Aizawa's attention. However, their budding romance is not without its challenges. Aizawa's duties as a prince and your ordinary life collide when a jealous rival, envious of their connection, tries to sabotage their relationship. With the help of Aizawa's friends and allies, including his fellow students from U.A. High, they navigate through trials and tribulations, ultimately proving that love conquers all. Amidst the backdrop of modern-day Tokyo, Aizawa and your love story unfolds, blending elements of fantasy, romance, and heroism in a tale as timeless as Snow White herself.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom nestled amidst towering mountains and whispering pines, there lived a young woman named Y/N. She was known for her kindness, her gentle spirit that drew the birds to her window each morning, and her unparalleled beauty that rivaled the blooms of the rarest roses in the royal gardens.
Y/N’s life had always been intertwined with the kingdom's royal family. Her mother had been a trusted handmaiden to the late Queen, and Y/N grew up amidst tales of the court and the adventures of her youth. However, tragedy struck when her parents passed away in a terrible accident, leaving Y/N orphaned but not alone. How they died was a mystery. Not even Y/N knows. Even at such a young age, she remembers the guards telling her what happened. You knew your mother Snow White was a beautiful queen. Why wouldn’t anyone want to steal her power? Her kingdom, her castle, her animals, and her precious daughter?
The royal family took her in as their own, showering her with love and care.
As Y/N grew older, she caught the eye of many suitors, from lords of neighboring realms to knights of valor and gallantry. Yet, her heart remained untouched, for she harbored a secret admiration for someone whose presence was as elusive as the snowflakes that danced in the winter air — the stoic and enigmatic teacher of Class 1-A, Shota Aizawa.
Shota Aizawa was known throughout the kingdom for his expertise in combat and his unwavering dedication to training the next generation of heroes. His eyes, as sharp as a falcon’s, missed nothing in his class of gifted students, including Y/N, who often found herself stealing glances at him during her visits to the royal academy.
One crisp winter’s day, as the kingdom lay blanketed in a layer of pristine snow, Y/N decided to take a walk through the enchanted forest that bordered the castle grounds. The forest was said to be home to mystical creatures and hidden wonders, and Y/N found solace in its quiet serenity.
Little did she know, Class 1-A had been assigned a training exercise in the very same forest that day. Led by Mr. Aizawa, the students were tasked with honing their abilities in a real-world setting, where danger lurked behind every ancient tree and shadowed glen.
As Y/N wandered deeper into the forest, she stumbled upon a peculiar sight — a group of young heroes, each displaying their unique powers amidst the flurry of snowflakes. Curiosity overcame her, and she watched in awe as they sparred with unseen foes and conjured bursts of elemental magic.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, Shota Aizawa had been observing her from afar. His keen senses detected her presence long before she stumbled upon his students, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern for her safety. With his ever-present scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, he silently moved through the forest, ensuring that his charges remained focused on their training while keeping a vigilant eye on the young woman who had captured his attention.
It wasn’t until Y/N found herself going deeper and deeper into the forest.
“WHOOSH!” The air got windy.
“CRUNCH!” Branches breaking as she stepped deeper into the foggy forest.
“AWHOOO” Y/N started running, running as fast as she can!
As she kept running, she saw a little cabin.
As she stepped closer, she noticed a shiny red beautiful apple. Y/N didn’t realize how hungry she was until she saw the apple.
As she was taking a bite, a white tape like cloth snatch it away from her hands.
“Are you alright?” His voice was gruff yet strangely comforting, like the rumble of distant thunder before a storm.
Y/N blinked in surprise, her heart racing at the sudden appearance of the man she had admired from afar. “Professor Aizawa,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing pink beneath her cloak. “I... I’m fine. Thank you.”
He nodded once, his expression unreadable behind the curtain of his unruly hair. “You shouldn’t wander alone in these woods. They can be... unpredictable.”
“I was just... exploring,” Y/N admitted, her gaze flickering back to the students who had paused their training to watch the interaction between their teacher and the young woman from the castle.
Aizawa followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly beneath the shadow of his goggles. “You should return to the castle,” he advised, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Reluctantly, Y/N nodded. “I will. Thank you, Professor Aizawa.”
As she turned to leave, a sudden gust of wind swept through the forest, scattering snowflakes like crystalline confetti. Y/N stumbled, but before she could fall, strong arms wrapped around her, steadying her against the chill of winter’s embrace.
“You should be more careful,” Aizawa murmured, his voice low as he helped her regain her footing.
Y/N’s heart fluttered at his closeness, the warmth of his touch seeping through the layers of her cloak. “Thank you... again,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper.
For a fleeting moment, their eyes met — his dark and inscrutable, hers wide with wonder and something more. Then, as quickly as he had appeared, Aizawa withdrew, his scarf fluttering like a ghostly wraith in the winter breeze.
As Y/N made her way back to the castle, her mind buzzed with thoughts of the enigmatic teacher who had saved her twice that day. She couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement in her chest, nor the unspoken connection that seemed to bind their fates together like the delicate strands of a spider’s web.
Little did she know, Professor Aizawa had been similarly affected by their encounter. Though he prided himself on his aloof demeanor and strict adherence to duty, Y/N had stirred something within him — a long-buried longing for companionship.
Days turned into weeks, and the memory of that snowy afternoon lingered like a half-remembered dream. Y/N found herself seeking out opportunities to visit the royal academy, hoping to catch a glimpse of Professor Aizawa amidst the chaos of his classroom. Each time their paths crossed, she would steal glances at him, heart pounding in her chest at the mere sight of his rugged features and piercing gaze.
Meanwhile, Aizawa found himself similarly drawn to Y/N’s presence. He would catch himself watching her from across the courtyard, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips whenever she laughed or spoke with the students who adored her like a radiant sunflower in a field of daisies.
One fateful evening, during the kingdom’s annual Winter Festival, Y/N found herself lost in the labyrinthine corridors of the royal palace. The air was alive with the scent of pine and spiced cider, the halls adorned with garlands of holly and ivy that glimmered in the soft glow of candlelight.
As she wandered deeper into the heart of the palace, Y/N stumbled upon a hidden alcove bathed in moonlight. The walls were lined with shelves overflowing with ancient tomes and arcane artifacts, relics of a time long past. It was here that she encountered Professor Aizawa once more, his silhouette framed against the pale glow of the full moon.
“Professor Aizawa,” Y/N breathed, her voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the night.
He turned to face her, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “Y/N,” he acknowledged, his voice as soft as the falling snow outside.