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Aizawa Shouta ☁ Storm

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It was a stormy night, and you were scared of storms. It's as simple as that, Aizawa Shouta thought, when he saw you standing in the common room through the security cameras. He still wasn't sure what to do though. It wasn't your fault that you were scared, but you were definitely breaking the curfew, and standing in the dark wasn't going to help you feel better. Though, when he looks again, you've gone from just standing to pacing around.

He finally decided to do something, and without forgetting an umbrella, left his dorm room, and walked to the students' dorm building.
You jump when he opens the common room's door, freezing as you hold back a scream. Aizawa realizes soon enough you didn't see it's him.

"It's me, Y/N."

You visibly untense, and sigh in relief as your teacher turns the lights on. And you jump again when they immediately go off again. You hear a mumbled curse and steps coming your way, before the light of Aizawa's phone blinds you.

"Sorry," He mumbles. You shake your head.

"It's fine. I'm sorry for breaking curfew, sir." 

Aizawa looks at you with a tired expression -so his usual expression- and sighs. He pats your head gently.

"You're scared of storms, aren't you?"

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment at how obvious you've been. Of course, who the hell just breaks curfew only to pace around in the dark. You sigh, and apologize again, looking down.

"It's okay, kid."

Aizawa is silent for an instant, before speaking again.

"Do you want something to eat or drink? Might make you feel better," He offers.

You look back up, surprised. Shouldn't you be in trouble?

"Yeah," You mumble, hoping the confusion in your voice isn't too noticeable. Aizawa nods and steps towards the kitchen. You follow him.

Suddenly, there's a loud crack of lightning; you scream, startled.

You hate thunder, you hate storms, you hate lightning, you hate how loud and dark all of it is; you kneel down, feeling your legs shake, and clutch your shirt, breathing too fast.

"Y/N, it's okay, it's okay," Aizawa's voice calls. You glance up, seeing him kneeling in front of you too.

"Hey, take my hands kid. Can you hear me?" He asks. You nod, grabbing his hands too tightly. He holds just as tight, and shushes you.

"It's okay, it's okay. Try to take deep breaths kiddo."

You listen to him, breathing deep and shaky breaths. You're startled as thunder cracks again, and Aizawa keeps shushing you, breathing loud and exaggerated breaths to encourage you.

Eventually, you calm down. You let go of Aizawa's hands, embarrassed, and shakily get back up, ignoring Aizawa's help.

"Are you feeling better?"

You nod hesitantly. You're still shaken, but most of your panic has drained now. You're tired.

"Yeah, thank you."

Aizawa sighs softly, and you both just stand there for a second. You're not going to be able to go back to sleep. Even if you do fall asleep, the storm will wake you up. You sigh, ready to spend the night sitting on your bed and trembling, until Aizawa speaks again.

"How about we find you noise cancelling headphones, Y/N?"

You sigh again, but in relief this time. You nod, humming tiredly. Aizawa pats your head gently and walks back out, telling you he'll be back.

When he comes back, you're asleep on the couch. Slightly annoyed and wet with the rain that got under his umbrella, he puts the headphones on the coffee table and drapes a blanket over you. Hopefully you won't have another panic attack again, but just in case, he leaves a post it note telling you to come see him if you need help, before going back to his own dorm.