Second Chance | Aizawaxreader

42. They Meet

You and Aizawa were now sitting at the kitchen table. He had brought Haru up to the guest bedroom while he was still sleeping just so that in case he woke up he would've overhear.

"Do you want me to start from the beginning?" You asked. "Because when I first met him he was really nice, and I honestly don't really know what happened that made him change."

Aizawa nodded his head. "If you want to"

You nodded back and looked down at your hands that were folded on the table. "Okay..."

(this is gonna be told in the form of flashbacks, she's not giving him all these detail in the actual story- more of just a summary and then once it gets to when he was bad it's more detailed since that's what aizawa needs to know. i just want u guys to be able to read all the details. hope that makes sense. this is also gonna be like chapters long so seatbelts!)

-they meet-

Most of your childhood memories were filled with tears. So it was fitting that your parents simply referred to you as 'cry baby' half of the time.

A lot of the tears happened at the kitchen table. You'd sit there while your parents would grill you over your grades. It didn't matter if it were a test, report card, or a normal assignment, if you didn't get a perfect score you'd get the scolding of a lifetime along with some extra chores as punishment.

That's how it was ever since you were little, your parents wanted you to be a genius so much that they forced it on you.

Before you were even of school age, they taught you how to read, write, and do math. And most people were surprised when they heard the vocabulary and conversation of an adult coming from a child.

Hours were spent at that kitchen table, being taught new things, and being yelled at for your grades.

At least by high school you were getting more perfect scores and less yellings.

By then the tears were mainly being spent in your bedroom, just crying over all the emotions that you had been bottling up for so long.

Your parents never really cared to actually be your parents, they just wanted a perfect child that they could show off to their friends. Hence why they didn't care if you got overwhelmed, and why you never talked to them if you did.

Then, towards the end of your second year of high school, you met Daiki.

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You watched as Hana walked back over to you from across the lunchroom, smiling like a fool since she had just been talking to her crush.

"Sooo?" You asked before taking another bite of your granola bar.

She quickly sat down and grabbed your hands, almost making you drop your granola bar. "We're gonna go see a movie this weekend!"

You smiled at her while she squealed excitedly. "See? What were you so nervous about? I told you he'd go with you"

Hana nodded her head and then glanced away from you. "Um... He asked if I could bring someone for his friend and I said yes... So uh-"

"Who are you gonna bring?" You asked as you furrowed your brows. "It's such short notice, and my math teacher's giving a test on monday, that automatically gets rid of like half our friends"

Hana chewed the inside of her lip. "I was hoping you-"

Your eyes widened and you started shaking your head. "No. No, I have a test on monday. I have to study."