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

74 Asleep - The Smiths

Sing me to sleep

I don't want to wake up on my own anymore

I woke up with a start. I wasn't really sure what I had been dreaming, but I just knew that it had terrified me. I was in a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. It took me a while to realize that I was in my own room in my own home. Nothing bad had happened, everything was still the same.

Except it wasn't. This was probably the millionth time in the last few weeks that I woke up in a cold sweat, realized everything was okay, only for me to then realize that Oboro was still dead and that was a thing that had really happened. And every single time it just hit me as hard as the first time.

I had no idea if this would ever stop. I sure hoped it would, because I was starting to really feel the effects of waking up in the middle of the night all the time, sometimes even several times. I was tired all the fucking day, I was falling asleep in class and was even back to detention after managing to go without detention for several months. Which sucked, because getting that much detention really stressed me out and made me sleep even worse at night. It was a vicious cycle.

I groaned and turned around in my bed, grabbing my phone from the bedside table to check the time. It was 3:47 am. Fuck this. There was barely enough time to properly fall asleep again, before I had to get up for school.

I pulled the blanket over my head, trying to see if I was lucky and could possibly easily fall asleep again, but I had no such luck. Plus, I had been sweating a lot and I felt absolutely gross. Maybe it would be a better idea to get up and wash myself so I'd at least feel human again.

I climbed out of the bed and immediately got goosebumps as the cold air hit my skin. This was a horrible idea, but if I had to choose between feeling gross and being cold for a short time, I preferred being cold for a short time. I grabbed a towel and threw it over my shoulder, before heading out of my room and making my way towards the downstairs bathroom. I was pretty sure that my parents would hear it, if I showered upstairs, but I might have a chance with the downstairs one.

I quickly slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water was very relaxing and I figured that maybe after this I could get another hour of sleep or so. I could be hopeful, right? I had no idea how long I had been under the shower, but once I felt like I had calmed down again, I got out and dried myself, wrapping a towel around my hair and making my way back upstairs.

But I wasn't lucky enough to escape my parents' worries. Just as I was about to head back into my room, I heard someone clearing their throat. I froze in what I was doing and slowly turned around, just to see my parents standing there, eyes tired and worried, as they watched me in confusion.

"(F/N)... what are you doing having a shower at 4 in the morning?" my dad then asked. I sighed.

"Woke up from a nightmare and was all sweaty, so I figured a hot shower might help me go back to sleep." I answered and tried to get away, so I could finally have some peace and quiet.

"This hasn't been the first time this week. Come on, F/N, what's going on?" my mom wanted to know. I wasn't really sure what to tell them, to be honest, but I just thought of how terrible everything was and how Oboro was dead and how worried I was about Shouta and how I couldn't tell them, because they didn't like that I was even going out with him and I had no idea what to do and...

And then I just started crying right there with my parents standing opposite me. I couldn't even stop myself from crying, all the tears just came out of my eyes, as if I was trying to fill a bucket with them. I didn't see much, because the tears were blurring my vision and because it was dark, but shortly after I felt two pairs of arms wrapping around me and holding me silently.

"I-I'm sorry..." I muttered, not really sure what I was sorry for. I just kind of felt like I should apologize to them for having to put up with me being an unstable mess right now. I knew it wasn't really my fault, but I still felt like I should have been able to deal with all of this much better.

"It's alright, sweetie. Come on, let's head down to the kitchen and have a chat. What do you say?" my mom said.

"B-but I h-have to go t-to school... I-I need t-to sleep..." I mumbled, still sobbing. My mom shook her head.

"No, you don't. We'll call the school, let them know that you can't come today. You're in no condition to go to school." she said and I just nodded, because I didn't have enough energy to protest.

So I followed them downstairs, sat down in the kitchen while my mom was making tea for us. My dad was sitting down opposite me and this was when I started getting nervous. What if that conversation wouldn't go well at all? What if they'd just tell me not to spend as much time with Shouta again?

"So, what's wrong, F/N? Is it about your friend?" my mother asked as the water was boiling. I nodded slowly.

"I-I guess so... I mean i-it's everything... w-we were such good friends a-and we made p-plans to all stick together a-after school and now he's... he's..." I started, but I still couldn't bring myself to say it. My mom placed a cup of tea in front of me and I held it in my hand, just feeling the warmth of the hot water warming up my hands. It felt pretty grounding and calming.

"Is there anything else?" my dad asked. I wasn't sure if I should tell them about Shouta or not, but I figured I might give it a shot. After all the worst they could do was say all the same stuff they had been saying all along. That Shouta was a bad influence and that I shouldn't be with him.

"I-it's Shou..." I said.

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?" my dad immediately asked, causing my mom to glare at him.

"No, it's nothing like that. I... It's just... well, it's just... O-Oboro was Shou's best friend... a-and I don't think Shou is d-doing well, he's... he's not talking much, he's not sleeping, he... I-I'm worried about him. I don't know what to do or... or how to help him and... Oboro would have known what to do..." I said, interrupted by sobs. I was getting nervous and anxious again. I knew they were going to say how Shouta was a bad influence and how I shouldn't be around him and it would only make me feel worse about everything. I looked up nervously.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry. I can imagine that it's not easy on all of you. Is there anything we can do?" my mom asked. That was not the reaction I had been expecting and I wasn't even sure what to say to that. Instead I sipped the tea and almost burned my tongue, but at least it got me back to reality.

"I... Can you... can you please just... just accept that Shouta is my boyfriend? We've been together for so long and... and when I introduced him to you, I... I had hoped that you would be happy for us, but... well, you weren't and it's for a stupid reason and I just... it's just one more thing to worry about." I replied. My mom smiled at me and nodded slowly, which kind of helped me not to panic as much.

"F/N, I know we haven't been fair. And we're sorry, really. We just... you seemed to be growing up so quickly and there were so many changes happening with you, it was... it wasn't easy to get used to you making your own decisions more. We're sorry, F/N, okay?" she said.

"Your mother is right. It wasn't okay to try and keep you away from him because of his family. But we were just worried about you, you know? He wouldn't have had the best role models growing up and I was just worried he'd hurt you some day. And it really looked like you were slipping up more and more with all the detention you were getting and you not being friends with Yuki and Hideko anymore. It still isn't an excuse, but I hope you can understand where we're coming from." my dad added. I really hadn't expected any reaction like that and it made me cry right away again. I was just... I was just so relieved they hadn't reacted badly and that they were being nice to me about this and...

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't e-expect that... T-thank you, guys, I..." I said, but I couldn't even think clearly.

"It's okay. Come on, we'll call the school, so you can stay at home today and then we'll have a talk and take it easy today, alright?" my mom said. I nodded.