The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 12.

Groggily, I opened my eyes. The sunlight beamed through the windows; not my bedroom windows, however. Something was rising and falling beneath my head.

'Since when did my bed move up and down?'

I looked up, to see none other than Aizawa Shouta with his arm around me, peacefully sleeping. And just like that, I was thrust back into reality.

"Oh fUCK-" I fell off the couch due to recoiling in shock. Aizawa woke up with a start, grabbing his capture weapon from next to him and getting in a fighting stance.

"WHO- Oh, shit." He glanced down at the student lying on his floor.

"Yeah, 'oh shit'! Oh my God..." The memories from last night flooded back to me. I blushed insanely from how close we were last night. Aizawa simply stood there blankly. I think I broke him.

"Aizawa?!" I shook him, trying to snap him out of it.

"Don't mention this to anyone. I will lose my job if you do, L/N. Do you understand?" I nodded vigorously.

"Yes. I'm so sorry... I went too far-"

"No. I- ugh..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to grasp the situation.

"Let's have some coffee and just collect our thoughts. Okay?" He suggested.

"Okay..."

I sat at the table, biting my lips. I had cuddled with my homeroom teacher for a night- and the THINGS we SAID?! Oh my God. I could've made him lose his fucking job if I went about this wrong. The kettle boiled in the background, the switch clicking to signal it was done. The sound of hot water pouring into ceramic followed, along with the metallic clinking of the teaspoon against the sides of the mugs. Aizawa placed a cup in front of me, removing the teabag.

"I don't know why I said coffee. I know you like tea."

I continued to stare down at the table.

"Did you mean everything you said last night?" I asked him with full seriousness.

"...Yes. Of course I did. I just can't believe I said that to my student... I know it's different since you're an adult, but the fact that you're a student still changes things. Did you mean what you said...?" He trailed off, concern in his voice. He was referring to my outburst of tears...

"Yeah. I did. All of it." I stared down at the cup.

"Okay." He replied sadly.

"I apologise for not noticing sooner." He stared into his own cup, filled to the brim with bitter black coffee.

"It's okay." I smiled at him.

"Alright. Down to business. Never. Mention this to anyone. Ever. And how far is your home from here?"

"About 20 minutes," I answered.

"I'm really sorry, but you'll have to walk or get the bus. It's not worth the risk of someone seeing you in my car on the weekend." He apologised.

"That's understandable, don't worry. But... would you risk having me over again sometimes?" I asked hopefully, despite the situation at hand.

"Yes. Yes I would. I don't know why. But yes." Aizawa told me in complete truth.

"Heh. Okay." I smiled solemnly at my newfound friend. Or, whatever we were. I didn't want to think about it. We were just student and teacher, that liked to hang out.

After finishing our drinks, I collected my things and made my way out. Not before Aizawa pulled me into a quick, wordless hug before I left. As soon as I got home, I freaked out for a bit over the events of the night before, practically screaming into my pillow like a teenage girl. Scrolling through my phone distracted me for a bit, until something told me to have a look at my camera roll. Sure enough, a drunk picture of me and Aizawa was at the bottom. His arm was around me, the other arm holding up his drink. I was grinning like mad and holding up a peace sign while leaning into him, him sporting his own lazy smile.