All I Have Is All You Gave To Me [Young!Aizawa x Reader]

66 Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

What have we found?

The same old fears
Wish you were here

Usually, I loved going on holidays with my parents. I really did. They were always the best two weeks out of the year and even though we never really travelled abroad, we always went to some nice and quiet and fun places. I had always really enjoyed some time with my family.

But right now I wanted nothing more than to go back to our cramped little room, barely get any sleep and go on taxing patrols every single day. Being on vacation felt like I was wasting time. And what was even worse was that I wasn't with Shouta right now. I missed him, I really did.

It was only two weeks that I'd be gone and of course we had phones and all, but it just felt so different, waking up without him next to me and without him nagging me for 5 more minutes of sleep. It just felt like everything was completely different. The first night I could barely fall asleep, because I was on my own in my bed and it just seemed so much bigger than the one we were sharing.

Also, it was cold without having Shouta as a personal heater under the blankets. I hadn't even realized how nice and warm he was when I cuddled up to him. He literally was like a human oven. But at the moment, I had to make do with my blanket. I only had one week of vacation left and I still couldn't wait to go back, even though my body was happy to get a break from the patrols.

Missing out on work also felt like I was not even living my life. After weeks of being up on my feet all the time and constantly being in some potential danger, it felt like I simply couldn't properly relax anymore. Sitting down and doing nothing for a while seemed like torture to me.

Plus, my parents tried to keep me away from my phone. I don't think it was just because they didn't like Shouta, but it probably had something to do with it. They didn't outright tell me not to talk to him, but they got incredibly annoyed if they saw me on my phone for a longer time than usual.

Which meant I had to limit myself to texts during the day (which was handy, since Shouta and pretty much everyone else I knew were at work anyway) and I could only call him very early in the morning when no one else was up yet or very late at night when my parents had gone to sleep already.

It was riskier to call at night, because my parents usually took a good while to fall asleep, but in the mornings Shouta usually was asleep. So I had to take my chances, especially as I made my way out onto the little balcony of our rented holiday apartment. At least out here no one would be able to hear me well.

The air outside was still warm, but thankfully not as hot and humid as it had been throughout the day. There was a refreshing little breeze as well that was a welcome enough distraction from the thick air inside my room. It was difficult to fall asleep in that kind of weather anyway, so I wasn't quite sure how much I really missed the tiny bed that Shouta and I squeezed into (and sometimes Oboro as well).

I quickly dialled his number, hoping he was still awake. After all it was Friday and he had the day off tomorrow, so unless he was completely exhausted, he'd probably stay up late. It took a while until he picked up the phone and when he did, I could hear him yelling at Oboro in the background.

"Shou?" I asked, not sure what the hell was going on. There was some mumbling, before I heard him answering.

"Sorry, we're trying to make dinner. Like both of us together. It's not going well." he replied and I heard something falling and shattering into what sounded like a million little pieces. I gasped.

"Shou, I swear to God, if that was one of the good bowls..." I said. There were two sets of bowls in the apartment - the good bowls and the regular bowls. We would absolutely not be able to replace the good bowls. We would never manage to get together the money for them.

"No, it wasn't one of the good bowls. If it was, I'd have Oboro's head." Shouta replied. I sighed with relief.

"Thank God. How dare you all scare me like that. What are you making for dinner? And why are you only making dinner at like... eleven at night?" I wanted to know, checking the time. It wasn't too weird for us to be having dinner at strange times, but usually we ate right when we got home, because we were way too exhausted and completely starved by then. Eleven seemed really late.

"He insisted on trying to make sushi at first. But it didn't really go according to plan, so we're having a frozen pizza now." Shouta explained. Sushi. Sushi? In a kitchen as small as ours? What the fuck?

"How... What... Do I even want to know how exactly you fucked up?" I asked. Shouta sighed.

"I'm not sure. I don't think you do want to know. But for the record, it was more Oboro's fault than mine."

"It was not!" I heard Oboro protesting in the back. I chuckled. God, I just loved them both so, so much.

"I don't understand how you can both try and cook with that little space. Aren't you in each other's way all the time?"

"You know what? Yes. Yes, we are. And that's exactly the problem." Shouta replied, sounding exhausted.

"So why are you both insisting on cooking together?" I asked. Honestly, they were having these discussions all the time, since I had been gone and it was hilarious how they were constantly bickering. I had no idea how they were still friends, but I was glad they seemed to get along.

"Because I don't want this place to burn down." Shouta deadpanned, which was followed by Oboro wildly protesting.

"No, no, no, Shouta's telling it all wrong! If he cooks he NEVER seasons his food and it tastes awful, so obviously I won't let him cook food for me, because I would like to enjoy eating!"

"Oh my God, Shou! You need to season your food!" I gasped. I already knew that Shouta didn't care too much for seasoning his food, because he claimed that it all tasted the same to him anyway. And that was exactly the reason why I had usually been the one cooking, unless I was literally too exhausted to care about seasoned and tasty food and I just wanted something nourishing.

"EXACTLY! Listen to your girlfriend, Shouta." Oboro was shouting in the background. I laughed and shook my head.

"If you continue at that volume you'll get a fucking noise complaint soon." I chuckled. Shouta just groaned.

"Fuck, I completely forgot that it was extremely late. God, I am starving. I hope we're not going to burn this pizza." Shouta mumbled. For a few minutes I had almost forgotten that I wasn't there with them, but for some reason I just became incredibly aware of that right at this moment.

"I miss you. Both of you. But especially you, Shou." I said, surprised at how sad I sounded. I hadn't really planned to sound this depressed about it, but if I was honest, I couldn't wait to get back home.

"I miss you, too, (F/N)." Shouta replied.

"SAME." Oboro yelled in the background. I snickered to myself. Maybe when we all finished UA, we should all move into an apartment together - Shouta, Oboro, Hizashi, Nemuri and me - just to save on rent. We'd most likely need to save anyway, so it would make sense, wouldn't it?

"I can't wait to see you again. It's only one more week." I said, feeling a little stab in my heart. Missing Shouta really, really hurt and I hadn't even realized until now, because we had always been together all the time. How the hell was I supposed to survive the next seven days?

"Me neither. Seven days isn't that long. It'll be fine, (F/N). Don't worry. I love you." Shouta replied.

"I love you, too. I love you so much." I told him, when I heard some noise from inside the apartment. I turned around and saw the light turning on in my parents room. I cursed silently to myself.

"Fuck, gotta go. They're waking up."