Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xxi. Summer Camp Confessions

The students had finally finished their journey through the woods, every single one of them being completely and utterly exhausted. While Vlad and Aizawa had been setting up rooms and getting their own rooms ready, the Wild Wild Pussycats and [L/n] had cooked them all dinner.

"Tonight's the only night we'll be doing this. For the rest of the week, you'll have to cook your own meals." Shiretoko and [L/n] spoke up in complete unison, a few of the students looking at them in awe before chowing down.

"Let's all take care of our baths before the students." [L/n] spoke up, Aizawa and the Wild Wild Pussycats nodding in agreement.

"Instead of doing it by men and women, let's just do it UA teachers and Wild Wild Pussycats. I only say this because I know the two of you probably have a lot to talk about, student wise." Mandalay suggested, the mentioned individuals agreeing with her. It wasn't a normal thing to do, but she did have a point. The hero team, too, had their own things to discuss as well.

"Even though we showered this morning, it'll be nice to just get in a hot spring." [L/n] beamed with a happy grin, skipping away to the hot springs. Soon, the two found themselves stripping down to get into the mentioned area. They would be using the men's, leaving the Wild Wild Pussycats to use the women's.

"Shouta, the water feels great!" [L/n] beamed, motioning for him to join her in the water. The man looked at her, towel around his waist and eyebrow raised.

"You can be really childish sometimes." He stated, removing his towel before walking in and resting himself in the water.

"Maybe I'm being childish to counteract your sternness." She fired back with unnecessary sass, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Last I checked, you like— no, you love my sternness." He retorted with somewhat of a smirk. Aizawa hadn't been this happy in his life in a long time, happy to the point he felt playful all hours of the day, where his heart wasn't constantly heavy, and past traumas weren't constantly weighing on his shoulders.

"I wouldn't try starting something right now, Shouta, not with the students being here and the Pussycats on the other side of this wall." [L/n] spoke up, seeing as Aizawa was slowly progressing towards her in the water.

"The students are stuffing their faces, and the Pussycats are chatting up a storm, if we're quiet, they won't be able to hear us."

"Eh, Shouta, this isn't a good idea—" Backing away in water isn't as easy as it is outside of water, a fact that [L/n] was being reminded of as she tried to back away from the man who was coming towards her, and faster than she expected.

"Shh." Before she knew it, his lips were on hers and she felt herself giving in, despite her better judgement.

The two were dead quiet as they pulled away and looked at one anothers eyes. [L/n] could tell that something was weighing on his mind, something heavy.

"What's up?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, not breaking eye contact. Only in this moment did Aizawa realize she hadn't worn her typical sunglasses or goggles recently, at least not twenty-four seven like she used to.

"Just thinking, that's all." His response was somewhat dry, she knew he was holding something back.

"You don't have to tell me, Shouta. Whenever you're ready to talk about anything, I'll always be here. You know that, though." Her bright smile gave him, Shouta Aizawa, goosebumps, and he felt himself lean in and kiss her. It was sweet and compassionate, some could even argue that it was filled with an emotion that neither of them had even bothered to acknowledge yet.

Aizawa pulled away, only to pull her into a tight hug. They stayed like that for awhile, and the insomniacs mind was racing. Racing because the woman in his arms meant everything to him, and yet he didn't have the decency to give her the words he knew she wanted to hear. He knew that his actions gave her the answer, but she was a woman who also wanted words, deserved words.