Don't Tell A Soul (Shouta Aizawa X Reader)

3. Bacon And Eggs

I'm in bed, lying under the covers. In an Oversized hoodie and sweatpants. I'm a total mess, my heads throbbing and bright lights make my eyes hurt. I feel sick too.

Basically.

I'm hungover.

I swear I didn't drink that much. I did get really drunk but not drunk enough for this level of intensity. I regret my decisions. I'm impressed that I didn't feel like this when I woke up. I was fine when I was leaving his house. But as soon as I got home my head started to spin.

I'm so hungry but the only thing I can think of that I don't have to cook in my house right now is crackers, and I'm sure it's to no surprise I'm not in the mood for the hard dry biscuit like thing.

"Ugh, fine" I was not happy about it but I dicided to get up and make some food. Actually cook something.

I searched through the fridge and then went to rummage through the pantry.
"What can I make? Hmm, maybe bacon and eggs?" I grabbed out the eggs and bacon. "Yea and toast too." I reached in the pantry and grabbed the bread. I was starting to get excited about this. I'm not the greatest at cooking, I could be better at cooking but I'm not bad. I'd actually say I'm pretty alright at it.

I starting preparing everything, I cracked two eggs into a bowl, added salt, pepper, thyme, and a little bit of soy sauce. I beat the eggs until they were fluffy and consistent. This was gonna be good.

Knock, knock.

I looked up to face the door.
"Who could that possibly be..?"
I stopped what I was doing and walked over to the door. I hesitated to reach forward for the handle.
"Yo (Y/N), it's me, let me in." I exhaled, I'm glad it's just him.
I gripped the knob, turning it and opening it to reveal a not too energetic Gray.

"Hey Gray, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see how you're doing, you seemed like you were having a lot of fun last night."
Is fun even the right word? If this is the consequences of having fun, I'm not sure I want to have fun.

"I feel like shit."
"Yea same... so who was that guy you went home with?" Curiosity getting the best of him.
"That was Jerimia, a real jock type. He smelt bad. I also had a really awkward incounter with his roommate dismorning." I laughed at the thought of it. It could've been worse atleast.

"What about that Juvia chick?" I asked walking back to the kitchen and motioning for Gray to come with.

"Oh Juvia, yea. She's actually really cool. I got her number, we'll hopefully get to see eachother again." He seemed to perk up a little more at her mention.

"You want some eggs and bacon?" I finally got the chance to ask the question. "Huh? Oh yea thats be great, thanks."

I got out two more eggs and two more pieces of bacon. I added the eggs to the eggs I had already prepared and added some more ingredients to it. I chucked the bacon in the oven and the eggs into a pan. Stirring them every couple of seconds.

"That smells really good. I didn't know you could cook so well." Gray looked shocked and I didn't really know whether or not to be thankful or offended.

"Nah, I just spent a lot of time eating eggs. Plus it's really simple. There isn't a lot of stuff in it." I left the eggs unstirred for a little too long, caramalizing the bottom of the eggs just a little bit.

Gray scoffed. "Please, they smell amazing. You should teach me sometime. Also you look like shit."
"Shut the fuck up! You look shit too!"
The comment he had made made me frustrated with him. How dare he.

I let out a hearty laugh making my head throb. I winced in pain. Gray snickered at the face I made.

"I suggest you shut up if you want any of this." I said very civilized-ly. Putting the toast on and beginning to serve the scrambled eggs.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry." He was quick to apologize, he must actually be excited about this quick meal.

I'm not sure why, but for some reason my mind flashed back to the man in the corner of that bar. The tired one, the one with messy hair and stubbly face, the one with the hands and jawline. That lonely hunk of a man.

His face and his eyes burned into my mind. I wonder who he is. I wonder what he does. I wonder why he looked so tired. I wonder why he looked so lonely. So sad.

I got forced out of my thoughts about the man when the toast popped. I jumped a little at the sudden noise. It had been so quiet in my own thoughts until then.

I got the bacon and toast and placed it on the plates I had set down earlier. "Here." I pushed the plate toward Gray. "Thank you so much." His eyes lighting up at the sight of the meal I had created.

Maybe I'll get to see him again.

"This looks so good." He said digging into the eggs. I took a big mouthful of the food on my plate.

Just once more.

"Yea this is really good. I'm glad I made this." I was a little surprised at how it turned out. Maybe I am a great cook after all.

I wanna know him.

We continued eating. Almost in complete silence. The only exception being Gray's over exaggerated reactions.

I wanna understand the rum and coke.

We both finished eating, Gray offered to help clean up and I accepted not wanting to do it myself.

I wanna understand those tired eyes.

"Ok, well I just came to check in on how you were feeling so I'll be on my way now. Thank you tons for the food."

"You're welcome, I'm glad I got some company." A soft smile appearing.

"Goodbye (Y/N).

"Goodbye Gray."

I was back in my silence.
And for whatever reason my mind was focused on only one thing. Only one person.

"Ouch!" I had just been reminded of the night before. My head beating, and my stomach turning. I felt dizzy all of a sudden.

I rushed to the bathroom.
Goddammit, I don't understand why I'm getting all these reactions so delayed.
This sucks.

Within minutes the lunch I had made was no longer. Floating in the toilet with a horrible stench. I could taste it in my mouth. Only less delicious.

I might just never drink again.
Yea that's a good idea. That'll solve this.
I'll never have to go through this ever again.

Boy, the amount of times I've caught myself saying those words. I'm such a hebacrite sometimes.

I sat there at the toilet for a moment before lying flat down on my back on the bathroom floor. I stared at the ceiling.

"What day is it today?" I mumbled to the nothingness.

"Saturday? No Monday, God no, I hope not." I said scaring living life out of myself.

"Then it must be Sunday. It's gotta be. Yea, it is."

My pointless conversation with myself fading away. I was so tired. Exhausted.

I closed my eyes. For what felt like only a second. But when I opened them, hours had pasted.

I needed to clean. But all I wanted to do was sleep.
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A/N: Do you like bacon and eggs? What's your favourite way to have them?
I feel like if I put time and effort into this story it could actually be really good. But only time will tell.

Published: 17th Of March 2022