All I wanted (Shota Aizawa X reader)

Juice and Sleeping Bags

Work didn't start too early, which was fine by me. Gave me time to make coffee and a croissant for breakfast. Something small. The light from behind the apartment windows poured out from the small opening in the curtains, allowing a golden glow to bask the small apartment. Birds began to sing outside, chirping away. The sounds were peaceful..it was calming and perfect for the morning. As I took a small sip of my coffee, I glanced towards the window..closing my eyes a second as a soft exhale left my lips. My mind wandered to yesterday. I wasn't..ready to talk to him. To Shota. A part of me longed to hear his voice. To see him. But the rest of me was still feeling that burning anger inside. A rage that swelled in my chest and needed to be released. But I shoved it down..and stayed quiet. Today, was a new day. That's all that mattered.

My eyes wandered over the faces I saw before me. I was meeting and greeting with the students of the school, taking notes on allergies to certain medications and such. Also, getting their names and learning more about their quirks. I thought it would be nice to pass the time this way. Now, I stood before class 1A. Their teacher was no where to be found when I entered, and the green haired student known as Midoryia told me he was a little late today. So, I stood at the front of the class and had the students introduce themselves. I got a read on most of them pretty quick. Izuku, reminded a lot of Toshinori. He was also friendly and kind. I enjoyed speaking with him quite a bit..the next student I talked to was Kirishima. He had something to prove, and I could tell from the way he spoke and talked about his quirk. Next, was Katsuki Bakugo. Which...reminded me of a very angry chihuahua. He wasn't small in the slightest, but he was quick with angry comments and was more bark than bite. Though, beyond that..he seemed to have admirable goals. He wanted to be the best, but he wasn't absolutely heartless. I went down the row, meeting a few kind students, and few quiet students..a few that I loved speaking to. Until..the door slid open. A familiar voice made me freeze up. Looking over, I saw Aizawa standing in the door way, zipped up in a yellow sleeping bag, A juice pouch in his hand.  He was beginning to tell the students to be quiet until he had saw me. The dark haired male paused a moment, his eyes lingering on me.. Eventually, He unzipped himself from the bag and made his way to the front of the class. Taking a place beside me, he looked at the students and began to speak.

"You'll be studying the different types of villain attacks, and how to handle and rescue citizens in those situations. Take out your books, read page 38. I'll be be back."

With that, I felt a tight grip go around my arm, and the next thing I know, I was being walked out of the classroom. As soon as we were out, I yanked my arm away and look up at him. I never caught up in height..he was still taller than me. His dark eyes stared into mine a moment before he ran a hand through that dark hair of his and looked down.

"(Y/n).."

"Mister Aizawa."

His body tensed up, his eyes sharpening into a glare.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Calling me that. Like I'm a stranger to you"

My arms crossed my chest, and I stood my ground.

"Your name is Aizawa. So in a formal matter, I will call you Mister Aizawa-"

And like that, my back was hit against the wall and his hands were on either side of me. His eyes seemed angry..but they held hurt in them. They swirled with a dark sort of reaction..and it didn't look like he knew what he was doing.

"I'm sorry. Alright? I'm sorry."

He said in a low, quiet voice. My eyes were wide with shock, my hands had moved to his chest with instinct. He was too close. Memories flooded my mind..and I was taken back to those good memories. Those I cherished. Aizawa was looking down at me..and seemed shocked at himself that he made a move like this. Slowly, he pulled himself away and stood a little awkwardly. I found my voice again and began to speak.