𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛43 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎  𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒈

𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒈
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𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂
❐❑❒❏❐❑❒❏

"She's already inside" was one of aizawa's favorite lines to hear from night eye but now, it made his stomach fall.

"ok. thanks" he answered and then squeezed the steering wheel of the already parked car. he didn't want to go inside just yet now that he knew.

mostly because he already felt guilty about what he had found out and wasn't quite ready to disclose the matter.

however, as he ran a hand over his face, he decided that it would be better to get it over with. so caught up with the knowledge also, he'd already forgotten why exactly you were there.

aizawa made his way in his house, cigarette between his lips and a slight worry building in his gut. he half expected you to be at the door since the rev of his engine wouldn't go unnoticed or int the living room if you wanted to sit.

you were in neither.

nor the kitchen, nor the bathrooms down stairs nor the dining room, nor the hall—nor any room downstairs worth mentioning.

scratching his brow, aizawa stopped and panned around to check if you were behind him then called out "y/n?"

he was beginning to wonder if he had misheard what night-eye told him on the phone until he heard the same device ping;

a voice note that came in from your number because you were too busy to shout for him to hear.

"come upstairs" your voice sounded somewhat weary and distracted. it made him wonder if you already knew what he was about to tell you and aizawa swore under his breath as he dumped the cigarette in the ashtray near the stairway.

she'll hate me won't she?

knowing that I was the reason her parents barely have time for her.

the reason that she spends more time with me than with them.

though I'm not entirely responsible but responsible nonetheless.

and an asshole.

aizawa had done countless negotiations before. countless meetings with contracts that would cost him millions but he'd never been anxious with them.

never cared much to worry, but now standing on the outside of his own room and waiting for you to let him in, his mouth felt parched.

maybe it was because it was possible that you could become distant after hearing what he had to say and that made him uneasy.

wasn't quite fond of the fact that your staying with him was your own choice and that the matter could sway your decision.

still he convinced himself he wasn't nervous. That it was just a talk. You'd both talked numerous times before. This time would be no different.