𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛ ²⁷ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

a/n: me trying to update with my cat sleeping on my hand turned into me doing a photo shoot for my cat 🤠

Anyways this chapter ends the whole 'vacation arc' lmao

~ 𐀔 chapter twenty-seven𐀔~

" God, I'm tired" you breathed, settling on the couch and loosening your hair. aizawa walked in shortly after, a phone to his ear though he walked to the bathroom right after so you hadn't heard much of what he said.

you didn't really mind, mostly because the other voice sounded like a male.

instead you thought of the long day that somehow felt like several other days combined.

stressed.

just thinking of it all made you stressed and worn out; soon you found yourself falling asleep with your head thrown back and furrowed brows.

that damned bitch. if only it wasn't a formal setting.

the more you thought about, the more aggravated you got at the miss opportunities to tell her off and grab her by her hair.

you hadn't realized you were passing out until you felt his finger tapping your forehead and you opened your eyes to look up at him.

"If you're tired you should change first y/n. you shouldn't sleep in the clothes you-"

"are you my dad?" you snapped then winced when you heard your tone. he said nothing about it, only offering you a small smile as he helped you up and led you to the bathroom.

"I'll get coffee so change" when he left you to go to the kitchen, you couldn't help that guilty feeling eating at you again.

he honestly did nothing wrong.

you sighed at this and finding yourself changed in the loose tank top and matching bottoms in your bags before he came back, you walked to the kitchen.

quietly, slightly ashamed by your tone with him , you approached where he was.

His tired dark eyes found you immediately since he was leaning on the counter and faced the entrance with his arms folded on his chest.

his expression was neutral but you could tell that he was also tired.

"Oh you're already changed. You could've waited in the in the living room" he turned off the kettle and you chewed on your lip.