Sunshine (Aizawa x reader)

Ch.5 Coffee and Apologies

                       AUTHOR'S NOTE

Art Credit: @sophiashironeko on twitter

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      I walked nervously into UA clenching the coffee in my hand for dear life, praying that it didn't spill. In my head I've prepared what I'm going to say to Aizawa. I feel awful for the way I had spoken to Aizawa, I really don't want to ruin the friendship the two of us have started. I walked into the classroom to find Aizawa in his sleeping bag on the floor per usual. This time Aizawa woke up when I closed the door to my surprise, he's usually a deep sleeper.

"Oh good morning Mr. Aizawa, I didn't mean to wake you my apologies," I rambled out. Aizawa groaned and got out of his sleeping bag and walked over to his desk where he plopped down into his desk chair. Aizawa looked up at me looking entirely exhausted with messy bed hair, harsh circles under his eyes, and his facial hair was more scraggly looking than usual. I collected your thoughts and composed myself before speaking again. "Well I got here earlier than usual because I wanted to apologize for how I reacted after we sparred I know you were only looking out for me. I completely overreacted, so I brought you this coffee just the way you like it, as a sort of peace offering. I hope we can still be friendly coworkers at the very least," I said placing the coffee down on Aizawa's desk. Aizawa looked up at me his eyebrows raised slightly like he was trying to decipher something.

"You really don't hold back your feelings huh," Aizawa remarked under his breath but I certainly heard it. I paused unsure of how to respond.

"I guess you could say that. Well when you're quite literally a light bomb holding in emotions is usually not in the public's best interest. Besides I'm not a big fan of people who fake being happy all the time, I think it's an unrealistic standard," I responded. Aizawa hummed and took a sip of the coffee I got him and he looked completely disgusted by it.

"Where on Earth did you get this," Aizawa exclaimed and my heart dropped in your chest.

"This new American Café down the street I think it's called Starbucks," I replied quietly.

"It tastes burnt," Aizawa complained and I couldn't believe it based on all the buzz going around about it. "At lunch I'm taking you out to a real café, and get you a real coffee," Aizawa said sternly and I was caught off guard by the demand.

"Does this mean there's no hard feelings," I asked nervously. Aizawa looked up from the coffee and his gaze found mine.

"There never was any, honestly you apologize too much. It wasn't my place to tell you how to take care of yourself, you had every right to tell me off. So, to make it up to you I'll take you out to that real café," Aizawa offered and how could I say no?

"I'd love to," I replied all too quickly and Aizawa seemed caught off guard at your enthusiasm as well. A blush swelled on my cheeks and thankfully I was saved by the rush of students entering the classroom. Aizawa and I carried on teaching the class as per usual until it came time for lunch. Once the class left for the cafeteria Aizawa turned to me while grabbing his bag.

"Are you ready to go," Aizawa asked.

"Yep, are we walking or taking the bus," I asked unsure of where in town Aizawa was taking me.

"Bus, it's much quicker," Aizawa replied. I nodded in agreement and  the two of us headed out together. On your way out the two of us passed Midnight who gave you a suggestive wink. What was that about? I shrugged it off and the two of us made your way to the bus stop. The bus came right on time, Aizawa and I boarded a very crowded bus. There was no place to sit so my only option was to stand. The bus began to move and I stumbled a little having nothing to hold onto. Aizawa coughed and held out his arm for me to hold onto not making eye contact. I took the kind gesture and held onto his firm macular arm. I didn't dare face Aizawa afraid he might catch me blushing. Suddenly I was snapped out of my daze by a harsh tap on my shoulder. I turned around to be faced with a man with glasses and greasy blonde hair who was much too close for comfort.