𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 | Aizawa x Depressed/Suicidal Reader (COMPLETED)

24: Two Years Later

You and Aizawa had stayed together after you had graduated. You had chosen not to become a hero because of your mental issues and condition. He often helped you with the ptsd and panic attacks, and you helped him with the pressure and stress. Aizawa worked a lot and you often took care of him. He stayed up late doing paperwork and correcting papers. You often did the groceries and you had to go and do them today. Aizawa went over the normal with you, "Just remember, if you need anything. Anything at all, call me. No matter how big or small it is." You nodded, smiled, picked up the bags and list and walked out, heading towards the shopping centre. You entered the store and smiled at the security guard at the door. You walked through, picking up a shopping cart and walking through the aisles, finding what you needed.

You stood in the back of the store, looking at the ice cream and trying to decide what type to get. "Hey pretty lady~ Your face must turn a few heads~" You heard someone flirt with you from behind. You turned to look at him and returned a few words. "And yours must turn a few stomachs." You began to walk away.

"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't speak so rudely. How about we go back to my place and teach you a lesson or two~"

"How about you go back to your place and I go back to mine."

He started to back you into the freezer door.

"I know how to please a woman."

"Then PLEASE leave me alone." He lifted your chin at your last remark, and you fumbled for your phone and called Aizawa, feeling quite uncomfortable. Aizawa answered your call, waiting for you to speak.

"You need to learn some respect lady; you won't get by with just your pretty face." You squirmed, struggling to get out of his tightening grip. Aizawa could hear the rustling of your clothes and was able to guess that you were struggling. You tried to reach for your keys in your pocket, but the guy grabbed and gripped your wrist. You were scared and holding back tears, terrified to have a panic attack in front of him. You wanted him off you, you wanted Aizawa to hold you and tell you everything is ok. Aizawa raced through the aisles, desperately trying to find you. He was still listening to everything that was being said on the phone. He was absolutely furious that this was happening to you. He finally found you and ripped the guy away from you protectively.

"Aye! What the fuck man?!" He questioned, angrily glaring at Aizawa, who was standing in front of you protectively. "Get off her! I saw her first!" He yelled, visibly more pissed off then before. You sobbed into Aizawa's shoulder/back as he defended you. "Sir, she is my girlfriend. I know everything you said to her." Aizawa explained holding up his phone and only telling a half lie to get rid of the unwanted man. The guy took a closer look at Aizawa, examining his features, and his eyes widened in realisation. "E-Ereaserhead..." He stammered. "Correct. Now you better get out of here before I do. If I ever see you again, it will be too soon." Aizawa hissed with rage. The dude scrambled off the floor and out the door. Aizawa turned back to you and helped you calm your breathing, holding you in his strong arms. Once you were settled and breathing normally, Aizawa helped you find the last of the items on the shopping list and go home. He had driven over which made things easier on both of you. You were extremely tired and there were quite a few bags of groceries.

You curled up on the couch under a soft blanket while Aizawa unpacked the groceries. Once he finished, he bought over a half-empty tub of your favourite ice cream and two spoons and pulled you next to him. You uncurled from your ball and grabbed one of the spoons. "It wouldn't fit in the freezer with the new stuff..." He muttered, smiling softly. He turned on [Your favourite show] and put the ice cream in between you both. You smiled up at him and began to eat. Enjoying the food, show and most of all, company.

You woke up the next morning in your room, realising you must have fallen asleep on the couch and Aizawa carried you to your room. "It's about time you woke up, I made breakfast." Aizawa laughed, carrying a tray of food into the room. You sat up and smiled at him as he placed the tray in your lap and sat next to you on the bed. He brushed out your hair softly with his fingers playing with it. He ended up braiding it into a neat side braid. You finished breakfast and stood up, holding the tray. You carried it out with Aizawa trailing behind you like an overly attached kitten.