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4• Mr. Aizawa

On the first day she got a warm meal, she ate enough for two and that was most likely the reason why she felt sick afterwards and excused herself to leave, leaving a very perplexed Shouta behind.

On the following night once there were barely any people walking by, she dared to visit him, knocking on his door to meekly ask for some water if possible. How could he deny water to her ? At this point she could ask him for free food and he would probably agreed with it immediately.

Perhaps it was the fact that he was a lonely man who missed female company but he felt like he couldn't say no to her deer-in-the-headlights expression.

Sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water for her and a cup of coffee for him, Aizawa couldn't help but stare at her, his bloodshot eyes would probably scare her away but she there was, glupping on that glass without caring about anything else for that moment, a few drops dribbled down her chin, desperately finishing that cup just to ask for another one right away.

" This time drink slowly or you might choke... I'll make some ramen for you. " Not even Aizawa himself recalled when was the last time he had been this considerate and caring for someone, not to mention the absolutely strange situation in which they were in.

" You don't have to... But... I would be very grateful, I promise to pay it back to you. "

" You don't have to pay it back. "

" But I want to. "

" Then pay me back by telling me why are you living in that house ? "

" I-- Uhm... I don't think I can tell you that... I-- it's complicated to explain. "

" Make it easier to explain. "

" It's not that easy ! It's a long story. "

" I have time. I don't work today. "

" But I-- "

With a heavy sigh leaving her lips she brought both hands to her face, rubbing it in frustration just to remember how badly she must smell at this point.

" Let's... Let's make a deal. I'll tell you... If you please let me shower here. " She couldn't stand her own smell anymore and it embarrassed her to be in his presence with such bad odor.

" I thought you'd tell me as a payback for the food. "

" Uh... "

" I'm kidding. Go take a shower, the bathroom is in the hallway. "

Sad thing is that Aizawa thought he was funny but he didn't have the mocking tone mastered yet.

Blinking in confusion at his so-called joke, she hurried to the bathroom soon after, excusing herself and once more thanking him in that quiet tone.

Once in the bathroom she couldn't ignore the strong smell of male hygiene products because for some reason they always made them so they would distinctively smell ' manly '. His shampoo, his shaving cream, his cologne, all of it had such an comforting strong smell, not to mention the warmth of the water and the steam filling up the bathroom.

God, it was all so comforting she felt like curling up into a ball and sleep under the running water but that was clearly not an option, at least not a sane one. Her hair finally felt clean and detangled, she made sure to clean every inch of her body like this was the last time she would get to shower but in the midst of her comforting moment, she felt her stomach drop for a moment.

She had no clean clothes with her. Fuck, is she going to just wear her dirty clothes again ? It made her want to cry just thinking about it. Now what was she supposed to do ? Even if she tried cleaning her clothes in the shower they wouldn't be dry any time soon and it was already night so the option of sunbathing for her clothes to dry on her was... Just impossible.

Whilst stepping out of the shower, drying herself with the towel and letting worry consume her, she jerked out of surprise upon hearing someone knocking at the bathroom door.

" Oi, kid... You're showering but you don't have clean clothes. I'll leave these in front of the door. "

After a few seconds of hesitation she stuttered out thanking words before peeking through the door to find neatly folded clothes on the floor, which she picked up and immediately locked herself back in the bathroom to wear them.

It was funny how tall he was because his sweatpants were longer than what she expected, same as the white t-shirt that was kind of oversized for her.

" Thank you so much, thank you Mr... "

" Aizawa. Shota Aizawa. "

" Mr. Aizawa. "

" That makes me feel old... What's your name, kid ? "

" I think calling me kid doesn't help you not to feel old... Uhm... My name is (y/n). "

" ... You might be right. But how old are you ? "

" Old enough. "

A brow arched on his chiseled features. " Old enough for what ? "

" Uh... Nothing ! Just... Of age. " Her face started to heat up in embarrassment, trying to hide the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

What was she even trying to say with that ? She wasn't quite sure herself either. Yet before she could ponder about it further, she felt his stare followed by a clearing of his throat just to have him focus on his own bowl of food.

" What... ? "

" Eat, it's getting cold. "

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Author's note: Aizawa viejo sabroso