𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛47 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕

a/n : just now realizing sugar has over half a mil reads. ayo I will have a seizure. like I understood that you guys liked in but in my head I kept thinking '...hmm. like thirty people really'.

and then I saw TikTok vids and..... I haven't been in the best of moods but damn. I teared up. I'm motivated now. I'll admit I'm stuck in a limbo now with the plot that's why it's not ended yet.

Cause I thought of somethings I wanted to happen but I keep missing the cue 🥲

because I keep missing the cue, I feel like the writing is getting sloppy. aghhhh

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the car ride back was quiet though your thoughts were doubtful.

every time you glanced at him you wondered more and more what he was thinking about.

wondered what exactly he was worrying about to make him silent the whole trip.

he didn't even seem to realize when you both got back to his place. and he was the one driving.

"I want to ask you something" you said to aizawa suddenly when the car parked. at this, shota reclined his seat and leant back.

he idly curled his index at the bottom of the steering wheel then looked across to you.

"me as well" he said with his dark eyes fixed to yours and you felt a chill run down your spin.

can't believe I still haven't gotten used to that.

"though I may have much more compared to you so. ask first" he released the staring wheel and facepalmed then dropped his hands on his thigh lazily.

"ah ok" you said to him feeling more anxious that he responded that way.

what am I asking him?

how do I tell him how i'm feeling and that I'm uncomfortable with how he reacted.

this is still new to me.

you clenched your fist and looked away to the window as you tried to put your thoughts into words.

it shouldn't be too hard. it's just aizawa. just the two of us here.

"to be honest with you. i'm upset. I don't hate you. but I'm upset with something you did" you said and aizawa sighed heavily.

" right it's expected...last night"

"no no... not that. today" you said and his confusion was shown through his initial silence.

"today?"

"yes...it may come out brutish but, I don't exactly mean to offend you. It's just how I express myself. I want to be understood and I want to understand" you put out there and swallowed a bit when you remembered how your stomach fell with his reactions earlier.

eventually, he reached across to cover your clenching fist then with a low voice "well let's have it...say anything that's on your mind. brutality is welcomed. just look me in the eyes when you say it so I can see what you really mean"

at his simple request you sighed but looked across at him regardless.

he was staring at you differently. like a child waiting to be scolded or an employee waiting to be fired.

he even sat up and turned his body to you so you could tell you had his full attention.

it made the words even harder to form.

"what do you think...of me?"

your initial question threw him off completely and he wasn't quite sure what context to answer in.