It Takes Time

22

Aizawa couldn't resist sending Y/N a message after all. He just had to know what had happened and even if she didn't reply, he had to know that he had tried everything that was possible. Of course, he could always go to her house and try to talk to her there, but that would have been very strange and creepy.

Aizawa was trying to keep a calm head while all this was going on. Not that it was easy. He was more worried than ever about Y/N, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing beyond sending that silly little text. Hey Y/N, I just heard that you quit. Sorry to see you go. Mariko said something about personal reasons, is everything okay? Do you need anything? He was hoping that the text wouldn't get her into trouble.

It seemed pretty obvious to him that her quitting had something to do with what he had said to her the other day. After all, she had quit right after he had told her about his feelings for her. He only hoped she would have stayed around, so they could have talked this out, like adults. But now, there was no way to set the record straight. No way to find some resolution to this, to make things okay again.

That fact was gnawing at him, he had to admit. It was giving him sleepless nights. He really wanted to know what the hell had happened to Y/N. On the one hand, he was telling himself that it wasn't his business, that she had made it clear to him that she didn't want him to meddle in what she was doing with her life. On the other hand, he couldn't shake the suspicion that her husband was behind this. That he had made her quit her job, so she could be at home and under his control all the time again.

He had talked through all those scenarios with Hizashi and Nemuri, of course. He had talked to them about a million times, both when he was sober and when he was drunk. They had been through everything so many times, but Aizawa still wasn't any smarter. None of them knew what to do, none of them knew what the best course of action would be. They had said that the text was a good idea, but beyond that they were at their wit's end themselves. And they were also getting exhausted having to talk about the same issue again and again. Of course, they weren't telling Aizawa that, but he knew it.

He knew it because he was starting to feel the same way. He was starting to get sick of turning all the same facts over again and again and not getting anywhere with it, because there simply wasn't an answer. He wished he could just bury all of this already and stop worrying about it, but his brain wouldn't let him. And he could hear it in his friends' voices that they were getting tired of it all, as well.

Aizawa tried to distract himself, he really did. But he wasn't sure how to do that. He figured that he might have more energy left, now that he didn't have to deal with all those pesky feelings, but far from it. He felt much less energetic than he had ever felt. Maybe it was because he wasn't getting a lot of sleep, maybe it was because he was still worried about Y/N but had no way to do anything about it.

But that wasn't the only thing that kept him awake at night. After he had sent that text to Y/N something pretty odd was starting to happen. Normally, Aizawa wouldn't pay much attention to this type of thing, but with how much he was already worrying, maybe it made sense that this struck him as weird. It wasn't really something he could do much about if he was honest, but it made him a little unsure of what was going on. It might not have had anything to do with Y/N at all, but if it didn't, that would have been quite the coincidence. And as a rule, Aizawa didn't believe in unlikely coincidences.

After he had sent that text to Y/N, he started getting random calls. They weren't happening at some specific time, but they came throughout the day. The number was always suppressed, so he couldn't figure out who was calling him all the time. And the odd thing was that whoever was calling him didn't say anything on the phone. It almost seemed like a vaguely threatening silence, whenever Aizawa picked up a call.