Deception || Aizawa x OC Fanfic

Ch. 13 - Soft Skin

I couldn't sleep that night. At some point I gave up on sleeping and I went to the living room. I saw Shouta's door was slightly open and there was a faint glow coming from his room, he must have been on the computer. 

When I sat on the couch, I pulled my scabbing thighs through my pajama pants and heard soft steps coming down the stairs. Kumo jumped up into my lap and at first I welcomed his friendship, but then he started kneading my thighs and I quickly picked him up. 

"That hurts!" I whispered to him and instead opted to hold him on my chest. 

"Hello?" I heard Shouta's voice in his room. 

I thought about making a run for it and dashing back into my own room, but then I quickly figured out he was on the phone.

"Seriously? A pipe? Do I need to come down there?" He asked. "Okay. Just, smed out emails to the staff- you already did? Great. Thanks."

At the same moment my phone buzzed. It was an Email from the property manager of the agency. 

'Hello and happy Saturday! We regret to inform you that a pipe has busted early this morning and our office space is down for the count. We have reached out to the Endeavor agency and the Manual Hero Office to cover our patrols. We expect the pipes to be fixed by Sunday evening. For now, enjoy the weekend off. Cheers!'

Great. Two whole days home alone with Aizawa? Just what I needed. 

"Can't sleep either?" My blood went cold at the sound of his voice. 

I looked up to see him leaning against the railing upstairs, looking down at me. "Sucks about the agency." I replied. 

He didn't reply and instead came downstairs. He went to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. "Coffee?" 

'I should just walk away and go to my room.' I thought to myself. "Sure."

He lingered in the kitchen as the coffee brewed and neither of us spoke to each other until he handed me my cup and sat on the opposite side of the couch. "I am sorry about earlier." He told me after a long sip.

"Shouta, I really don't want to talk about it. Just, forget it happened." I told him.

"Can I be honest for a minute?" He asked. 

"Go for it." I sighed. 

He downed his coffee like it was a shot before taking a deep breath. "I tried to avoid looking at your content. It felt disrespectful to look at. But when I saw the title of that video? I watched the whole thing. Every second of it made me more and more angry." I could see his hair start to float loosely around him. 

"Then unsubscribe dude. I don't know what to tell you." I shrugged, acting like I didn't care, but I had goosebumps.

"I almost drove home. I was sick to my stomach worrying, what if he had done something to you and it didn't go well?"

"Aside from a fake orgasm it was fine. I lied and told the dude I had security in a car nearby just in case, and I had my weapons in the glovebox. I had nothing with me when Jerry assaulted me. I was prepared for the worst this time. I'm not yours to worry about. You've made that abundantly clear." 

He nodded. "I'm sorry. I overstepped again."

"God damn it!" I set the coffee cup down. "Would you stop worrying about overstepping?"

"What do you want me to say?" He asked plainly. 

"I don't know." Tears rolled down my cheeks. "Tell me your care about me, say you want to be my friend, anything other than this silence that you've been giving me!"