All or Nothing

19

"So, what happened?" It was after class ended and all the students had filed out. I stuck around because I knew he would have questions for me.

I let out a deep sigh as the last student's back disappeared behind the door, "She started talking to me again." I stared off into space, my focus continuing to stay on the door.

I heard movement and I looked to find he'd gotten up and walked over to me, standing between me and the door I'd been so interested in, "What'd she say?"

I let him hover around me, his energy screamed over protectiveness and I was too tired to fight it, "Just the usual shit; she's angry," I sighed, pulling down my mask to rub my face, "She always has to pick apart things I do or decisions I make."

He looked down at me with a deep set frown, his hands rubbing my shoulders gently, "You know she probably does it just to get to you. To weaken you mentally just so she can steal control."

"I know," I chewed on my lip a little, careful not to make myself bleed, "I've gotten better, but there are just some subjects..." I trailed off, thinking back to what Bakugo said.

If you were trying to not hurt him, I'd say it's a good enough reason to whatever you had to do.

"Did Bakugo even help?" Aizawa cut my thoughts short, "He didn't even give me a chance to protest he just went 'Well if no one else is gonna do it I will' and left."

His mocking impression of Bakugo made me smile a little, "Actually he did."

Aizawa looked at me incredulously, "He what?"

"Yeah," I giggled a little, "He made a very good point. I think there's hope for him after all."

"You really are something else, Hotaru," Shota stated fondly, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to my lips, "Let's get going, wouldn't wanna keep Mic waiting."

Later that night, I sat in my half empty living room pondering things. I looked around at the couple of boxes strewn about the floor; some were open with things in them, some were completely empty, and some I hadn't even cut the tape to open. I sighed and got up, walking into the kitchen to find even more half empty boxes. I ignored them and went to a cupboard, opening it and pulling out a cup.

My birthday was in a couple weeks and it made me wonder if Aizawa had something planned; he always did. One year I couldn't visit because work was crazy and he drove his happy ass up to Tokyo to see me. Took me to dinner and everything.

The thought made me blush and grin like an idiot as I sat down at the table with my cup of tea. In the center of said table was the wilting flowers Aizawa had gotten me for our date a couple weeks back. I was so attached to them because they were the first bouquet I'd ever received; the idea of throwing them out made me anxious.

A knock on my door drug me from my thoughts and I got up reluctantly, "Who could that be? At 7 p.m.?"

I got to the door and looked through, seeing Aizawa fiddling with his phone a little, where was my phone?

I opened the door and he looked up instantly, "Sho?"

"Hey," he smiled shyly, "Sorry, I texted you but you didn't respond."

"Oh," I ushered him inside, "I'm sorry I was lost in thought and forgot where I put my phone. Is something up?"

He shook his head as he inspected the room, "No I just wanted to see you— Why haven't you finished unpacking? It's been a couple months now."

I fidgeted with my hair as I avoided his gaze, "Work?"

He looked like he didn't believe me, "Hotaru, if you need help you know I don't mind."

I sighed and threw up my hands in defeat, "I know but you were injured and I didn't wanna put unnecessary strain on you, it's a lot; I've just been unpacking here and there."

He frowned at me and shook his head, chuckling softly, "You worry too much about small stuff," he walked over to a pile of boxes next to my couch and picked one of the half empty ones up, "let me help."

He wouldn't let me get out of it, so the rest of our evening was spent unpacking boxes in both my living room and kitchen. Before we knew it, it was midnight and we were both exhausted.

"God that was a lot of stuff," I sighed, tossing the last empty box back next to the couch. I looked around and felt better seeing that the living room felt a little less empty.

I heard Aizawa make a noise from in the kitchen, "You can say that again, you really should've told me you needed help."

I smiled and rolled my eyes, walking around the corner to see him setting the last few dishes in their designated cabinet, "I know, I'm sorry."

He looked over at me and smiled, "No need to apologize, I know how you are," he walked over to me and snaked his arms around my waist, "Now that those boxes are out of the way, how about we rest?"

I glanced over at the clock and sighed, "Yeah it's midnight already and I told mom I would visit tomorrow for lunch."

"Oh?" He picked me up which caused me to make a noise of protest, "how come I wasn't invited?"

He started towards the couch as I laughed, wiggling around in his arms, "I don't know! Why don't you ask your bestie, who told me to visit?"

He chuckled loudly as he set me down on the couch before sitting down next to me, "I'm almost offended."

"I'm sure they'd love for me to bring you, they don't get surprised enough." I stated, scooting closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

I felt his head rest against mine, "Do they know we've started dating?"

"No I was gonna tell them tomorrow actually," I mindlessly played with his hand as I spoke, "so it would be perfect if you came tomorrow."

I felt him nod and he intertwined our fingers, "I can't wait to see your mom's reaction."

"She's gonna lose her shit."