𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛ 51 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂

a/n:i would just like to honestly show you guys the first ever jotting I wrote like three days before starting sugar. It makes no sense but... this is literally the foundation I started the story on lmfao.

folks. How the hell did we get here?

What's your favorite chapter though??? Don't say Rut 💀

Also I like this chapter cause I like violent shit :). P.S. Y/N won't became a softie. It's just the heat and the fear of the situation making her emotional. So bare with me for this chapter.

trigger warning  i guess.
that

smut included

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'when somebody leaves you... that's a time to cry'

'when you know you're lonely, you're not the one and only, who will cry'

the driver had a divine taste in music. matter of fact, to Aizawa, the music was exactly what he wanted to hear .

Paul anka's voice floated through the private car in a soothing way, making for a well deserved trip back home.

aizawa was in the car when he got the call. index hooking in his tie and loosening it as he squinted at the  contact.

your name came up on his personal phone and for a while he lingered. Not because he didn't want to speak with you, but because he couldn't quite grasp why you'd be calling him during exam hours.

unless she snuck to the bathroom to call me because she figured I'm on land.

at the thought he chuckled to himself and brought the phone to his ear. " are you timing me love?"

he asked the question but though barely audible, the response made his blood run cold.

"Yo" the male voice came through the line as well the distant sounds of someone wailing like a child. violent sobbing and taking sharp intakes. if he hadn't known your voice he'd never believe it was you. immediately he froze, knuckles whitening as his nails dug into his knee.

"helloo, anyone there?" the strange male's voice sung but shota could only process the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.

his mouth dried and for a moment he forgot how to speak.

maybe it's a prank he tried to trick himself but with each cry he could feel his heart ripping.

who the fuck is it

why is she crying?

who's voice is it?

why is he with her?

his brain raced, trying to match the familiar voice and why he felt so threatened by the situation.

"sweetie...you sure this is your man's contact?" he heard the male ask but your response was incoherent sounds fighting through your temper.

the only thing he could make out through the wailing was his name. strained and sorrowfully being called. calling his name over and over again in a way that made him want to teleport there.

it hurt him. immediately, he began to track your phone.

"cmon, lift your head up... you're gonna get your face dirty... your little beta is slobbering all over my goddamn shoes -"

"who the fuck is this?"

"...hm. i don't know if you'll remember me. the knife incident—"

"what I remember telling you quite distinctly is that if you assholes get within a 100 meters of my woman I'll hold fucking nail guns to your eyes—"