Night shift (aizawa x reader)

3- president

I had "la vie en rose by Louis Armstrong"on repeat when writing the cafe part of this chapter. I highly suggest you listen to that song when reading this. It adds a sweet atmosphere to the scene. (:

You groan as the morning light pierces your eyes immediately pulling you from sleep. You lazily feel around for your phone, reaching under pillows and moving blankets just to find the stupid thing.

Oh my god where is it. It couldn't have gone far I fell asleep with it in my hand.

You reluctantly open your eyes and push yourself up with your arms. Twisting your body so you can look behind you. You lift up pillows and blankets until you finally find your phone on the other side of the bed.

How the fuck did it end up there?

You reach up to your ear and take your AirPod out before placing it in the case that sat on your nightstand . You shift around in your bed until your body is facing the big window that leads to the balcony on the right side of your room. The light peaking through the curtains hits your eyes making you squint from the harsh light.

You lift up your phone and check the time "9:34"

I've got till 12:00 to get ready and be at the commission. Why do I have to do these stupid meetings every month. Why can't they just email me or text me about it. I'd get the same amount of information either way.

A sound escapes your lips as you crack your back and stretch the rest of your body. You shift your body to the left side of your bed and place your phone on the dresser.

"Fynn" you call out sleepily

You hear a little pitter patter rush down the hallway way and quickly make it's way to your room.

"There's my baby" you say as you place your hand close to the ground and make a motion with your fingers calling the cat to you.

Fynn makes a fluttering sound as he rushes over to you. He rubs his face against your hand, his soft fur sending serotonin to your brain before rubbing his body against your legs.

Another sound comes from the small cats mouth as he stands up on his back legs and puts his front paws on your knee.

"Such a pretty boy" you coo sweetly as you scratch the underside of his neck making him purr even louder then he already was.

You stand up and grab you phone and AirPods placing them into the pockets of your sweat pants as you make your way out of your bedroom with Fynn following close behind you.

You make your way down the hall and into the bathroom, checking your appearance and fixing your hair a bit before making your way into the kitchen so you can make some coffee.

You walk over to the coffee pot and turn it on so it can heat up before making your way over to Fynns food and water bowls so you can fill them up.

You grab a coffee cup from the cabinet above the coffee maker while reaching for the sugar sitting on the coffee maker so you can move that out of the way. After moving the sugar you place the cup below the coffee maker and press the button so it can fill the cup up.

9:35 is the time you read off the oven before reaching into the fridge to grab the creamer.

After making your coffee you sit down at the breakfast bar and pull your phone out. You open TikTok and just scroll through your Fyp for a few minutes before you get bored and switch to YouTube. Placing an airpod in your ear you stuff your phone back in your pocket leaving the video on for some background noise while you get ready.

I should probably shower but I really don't feel like it. Like at all.

You contemplate taking a shower until your mind wanders to a certain meeting with the commission where the president chewed you out because your hygiene "wasn't up to standard" and "how can you expect to be a good hero if you can't even do something as simple as take care of your self". It was the first time you ever showed up without showering before hand and it will definitely be the last.