Atelphobia (Aizawa x trans (ftm) reader )

Chapter Fifteen: Zashi!!

Y/n's POV
We sit in peaceful silence enjoying the view. I close my eyes enjoying the breeze on my face.

"So what exactly happened during lunch that week before school? You don't have to talk about it, I just want to make sure you're okay." Shōta breaks the silence. I let out a sigh before looking him in the eyes.

"I just saw someone that reminded me of a person I lost a long time ago. It brought back some unpleasant memories. I apologize again for leaving like that, I didn't want to break down in front of anyone. Especially people I had just met." I laugh darkly.

"You don't have to apologize. It was just nagging at me cause I didn't know if you where alright." he pauses looking at the time. "What time does your patrol end?"

"12 AM. So very shortly. Why?" I answer pushing my hair back and out of my face. suddenly it begins to rain. I remove my mask and lean back allowing the rain to fall on my face.

"I was just wondering." he responds

Shaking my head I stand up and offer him a hand, which he takes. We just stand there in the rain, looking out over the quiet city. Shota's phone rings making us both jump at the sudden noise.

"Aizawa, speaking." he grumbles into the speaker. he listens for a second before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. "Okay I'll be there as soon as I can, stay where you are and I'll consider not killing you." he hangs up the phone before turning to me.

"what happened? That didn't sound good." i ask more than slightly concerned.

"Zashi decided to go out and get drunk, since it's the first night he's had off in months. I guess since everyone in our friend group was busy he went alone. He needs someone to come and get him." he says heading to the fire escape.

"You do realize I am coming with right? He's my friend too." I follow behind him.

"Okay, I guess. The bar he's at isn't to far." he agrees hesitantly.

"address?" I question as i walk towards him 

"1704 Gin St." i nod i knew exactly where that was.

"Okay, lets go then." I say, he nods letting me go down first. We walk in silence the few blocks to where Zashi has ended up tonight.

The rain picks up from a sprinkle to a downpour just as we stop outside of the bar, causing the already cool November night to become frigid. Hizashi was sitting on the stoop of the bar, his long blond hair down around his waist the copious amount of gel wearing off from the rain and a full days work. He was looking at the ground, reminding me of a sad wet rat, until he lifted his head and saw me and Shōta.

"Come on, lets go."Shota says as he glares at the staggering drunk in front of him. Hizashi slings his arm around Shōta's shoulder having the cheesiest grin on his face.

"You know you are the awesomest best friend i could ever ask for, Shota?" Zashi slurs as he places his head on Shota's shoulder as we begin walking down the street.

"Thank you but your drunk, it's pouring and freezing, I would rather not get sick, so come on."Shōta rushes Zashi to move faster.

"Y/n you don't ave your mask on. Good for you! ~bet Shōta appreciates that~." He says mumbling the last part which I didn't catch. Shōta elbowed Zashi causing him to double over.

"What did you just say?" I ask with a confused laugh.

"Nothing, he's just being stupid. It's cold let's go Zashi." Shota gives me a look as he's pretty much dragging his best friend along.

"I have a feeling that you are going to need some help." I chuckle as Zashi breaks free of Shōta's hold on him to splash in a puddle like a little kid.

"That would be very helpful." he responds with a sigh, "when Zashi gets drunk it's even more like babysitting a toddler than normal."

"Hey, who you callin a toddler! I am very mature thank you very much!" Zashi yelled, causing some car alarms close by to be set off by his quirk. Out of panic i grab both of their hands and start to run with them down the street away from the car horns. we stop a few streets over to catch our breath from the sudden exercise.

"bro why did you make us run? we are all pros, we wouldn't have been in trouble?" Zashi laughed at me

"I don't even know, i guess old habits die hard." i let out a chuckle remembering how when I was learning to fight and use weapons my instructor would chase after me with a yard stick when I messed up. Catching my breath I look up at Shota, who was giving me a look which i couldn't decipher what ment. I clear my throat and grab the shirt collar of Zashi who was starting to wander off.

"Who's place are we headed to?" I ask Shota with Zashi's collar still in my hand as he struggled to pull out of my grip.

"I guess mine, it's closer." He sighs.

"How the fuck is your grip so strong? let me go!" Zashi stumbles forward as i suddenly release his collar. i just shrug and laugh.

"lets get your drunk ass home before we all get sick." Shota grumbles walking off in the direction im assuming his apartment is with Zashi's arm slung around him once more. I follow along helping with zashi as much as i could when i could.

Shōta's POV

Y/n grabs the collar of zashi's shirt, keeping him from wondering off. It almost makes me smile as he complains about how strong y/n's grip on his collar is.

"Let's get your drunk ass home before we all get sick." I grumble walking off towards my apartment.

That entire interaction made me have so many questions about Y/n. What did he mean by 'old habits die hard'? The look in his eyes when I asked about lunch that day, what trauma had I dug up? Who had he lost? Why would I even deserve him opening up to me!?