All I wanted (Shota Aizawa X reader)

The League of Villains

I've never given much thought into what I'd do in a dangerous situation. In my career, I tended to those who fought danger. Who ran towards it. I was just on the sidelines, taking care of their wounds. I've never had the urge to be a hero. To save the world, because it wasn't in the cards for me. I was quirkless, no fighting skills either. Maybe I could deliver a hard punch or slap, but nothing fancy. I didn't..have a need for it. Why would a villain go out of their way to attack a simple nurse? They wouldn't. That's all there is to it. That's what I thought at least.

The chirping of birds..and the sunlight pouring out from behind the curtains is what woke me up. Yawning, I stretched and blearily opened my eyes, adjusting them to the room around me. It had been a few days since I took care of Shota, and he was getting better and better. He was able to take the bandages off his face now..(I know he doesn't take them off for a long time in the anime, but here..he kinda needs them off or you'll just have to Simp for a walking mummy). Though the casts on his arms stayed. His arms were still much too weak, and they needed more time to heal. I slept in his bed with him the first night, but since then..I slept on the couch. Not that i didn't like..sleeping in the same bed. I just wanted to set a boundary. Aizawa and I weren't exactly on the right grounds. Everything was moving too quickly..and I had to truly forgive Shota first.

I sat up on the couch and slowly stood, walking towards the kitchen. It was a Sunday and we had the day off. Saturday was grading day for Aizawa and restocking day for me. But today was a free day, Thankfully. I began to make some coffee in the kitchen..taking a look around at the food we had. I went grocery shopping yesterday..and I was feeling like making pancakes. So that's what I set out to do. It took me awhile to get used to Shota's kitchen, but eventually I got a feel for where everything was. It was easy for me to get out what I needed without having to hesitate in front of each cabinet. I made coffee each morning and made or went out and grabbed breakfast. Packed a lunch for Aizawa and myself, then came home and made dinner..Everyday like clockwork. Each day..Shota and I fell back into talking. Talking like we used to way back then..like best friends. We'd laugh and joke..talk the day away. I didn't realize how alone I truly was back at my old home until now. Being with Aizawa..everything felt alive. Bright. Happy. Once your alone for so long..you get used to the silence. Doing things alone. Being alone. It all comes naturally..and I had a suspicion that's how Aizawa lived too.

The morning went by quietly..my eyes stayed focused on the batter I poured onto the hot pan in front of me. I was no expert in cooking, but pancakes were simple and easy. Something I enjoyed making actually..it took a few minutes for bubbles to appear on the top of the batter, when it finally did I flipped it. Waiting a moment for it to cook through. It was strange really, I was so familiar with this place, that when I had to go back to my apartment, I'd feel like I was in a strangers home. That's what I expected to feel like. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of a bitter feeling in my gut at the thought of going back to living alone. Why I felt it, I didn't know. Or maybe it's because I didn't want to know. My hand worked quickly to grab the spatula, and pick up the pancake, setting it down on top of the stack of pancakes I had made. I felt a sense of pride when I cooked. Because, if you can't be proud of yourself for even the simplest things..what's the point in doing it? You have to take pride in yourself sometimes. Turning down the dial for the stove, I glanced back. My eyes meeting with Aizawa's bedroom door. He should be awake by now..I began walking towards his bedroom, intending to wake him for breakfast. As I walked in, I was met with a dimly lit room. The curtains closed as much as they could be, and barely any light anywhere. The room had a strong scent of teakwood, which was pleasant. Making my way over to the side of the bed, I saw Aizawa wrapped in a grey blanket, his dark hair falling over his face..his lips parted slightly in a deep sleep. He had his scarf around his neck like always, never taking it off. Maybe only to shower and wash it. Gently I moved my hand to his shoulder, lightly touching him.