Raindrop Side Stories

Jozawa - 15

I'm going to make a Jozawa book that is more inclusive and contains all the Jozawa parts in order. It's going to be more story based since people seem to like it.

ALSO.

Since I'm making it a separate book, I need a book cover. I usually make all of my book covers but if you're interested in making one or drawing Jozawa for the cover, please let me know! I'll shout you out on as many platforms as I have. You can either make an actual cover that I'll use or you can draw something that I'll take into consideration when making a cover. So if you wanted your art of Joue and Aizawa to be on the cover, I would put the title of the book and such over it and format it to the Wattpad cover.

Dm me on Insta if you're interested : Calybear7

Enjoy~

Joue's POV

My door opened up to reveal a tired-as-usual Aizawa entering after I had closed my office to non-emergency situations. That was our agreed meeting time. He was going to take me running, which at first I had been apprehensive to. He didn't seem like the type to run and I didn't want him to be too tired or anything, but he regularly exercised and trained anyways. He took me along sometimes.

"Hey," I said, setting my papers down and grabbing my bag.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I changed a couple minutes ago," I said, tucking my phone in the pocket of my leggings. I set my back in the chair, locking the office as he stood aside. I glanced at him, seeing he was in relative running attire, but he was still wearing his scarf. Or...he was wearing a different one. It was thinner and shorter, just hanging off his body instead of covering his neck. "You still wear your scarf?"

"That I do. You never know. We'll go out back to the track," he stated.

"Reminds me of gym class in high school," I stated, sighing slightly.

"If I remember correctly, you're not a fan of running?"

"I hate running."

"Right," he said, smirking slightly.

"I have fine stamina when I'm dancing, but I just can't run without getting tired almost immediately. I don't know what it is," I stated, pulling up my hair. I secured the hair tie I had on my wrist into my hair instead.

"I think you'll be alright, I'm not going to make you sprint," he stated, producing a water bottle from his pocket and handing it to me. I glanced at him oddly before taking it. How deep were his pockets? "Besides, I think you'll want to keep up with me anyways."

"Why?"

"Embarrassment maybe? Or my company is just that great."

"Don't be so humble," I stated sarcastically.

"Never," he replied, opening up the door to one of the exits. We headed out to the track and I looked it over.

"Hey, how come you don't have sports here?" I asked.

"They do most physical training for class and general gym classes play sports inside. We don't have teams because it's a specialty school. Academics and training over sports," he said. It almost seemed like a rehearsed response. It would make sense if that was what he had to continually repeat to students or parents who wanted sports. They did have the sports festival and some talent stuff.

"Oh."

"It's simpler. Plus some sports are outdated compared to quirks. Students can be required to not use quirks during games, but they do anyways. Some students technically can't really 'turn off' their quirks for games either."