Night shift (aizawa x reader)

42- Stay with me

Authors note- I've lost more and more motivation, and ideas for this book. So, I'm going to offer this, if you guys would like an ending to this book anytime soon, I can provide, but I will rip your heart out, and there will be ZERO comfort from it. I'm talking main character death. Lemme know if that's something you guys would want.

Also, listen to Rosemary By deftones on repeat while reading this chapter

Weeks had passed, Shotas injuries were almost done healing up, and his life had gone almost back to normal, except for one thing. You were still there.

In all actuality, your wings should have been healed up weeks ago, but, you had been plucking out most of the newly grown feathers, so you still couldn't fly, much to the commissions dismay. And while you hated being shackled to the normal range of human movements, it was kinda worth it, cause Shota refused to let you leave.

The air is warm and humid as you overlook the city from Shotas balcony. It's late at night, probably o:00-1-00 (12-1 for those who don't go off military time.) Your plucking your feathers as a slow, and almost unnoticeable breeze brushes past you. The air is heavy and thick, but you don't mind to much. This has become your routine, you sit on the balcony, and pluck your feathers,  listening to music, while thinking about anything and everything.

You look back into Shotas apartment, the lights in the kitchen are the dimmest they can be, emitting a soft, slightly orange glow, it's comforting. The rest of his apartment is almost pitch black, although you can still make things out, like how you can see Fynn sleeping on the couch, waiting for you to come back inside like he does every night.

You turn your attention back to the city in-front of you, and you wonder what kind of things are happening. You've been out of touch with what's happening in the world, outside of newsworthy events.

It's been over a month since you've been on patrol, and Shota doesn't talk about his much at all. You could ask Keigo, but you haven't seen him to much recently, although your pretty sure the commission pushed some of your workload onto him, and you feel terrible because of it.

You stare peacefully at the city, mindlessly plucking the rest of your feathers, the heavy, hot air enveloping you like a blanket.

You jump in your chair when you hear the sliding glass door open, your head instantly snapping to look behind you. It's Shota, standing groggily in the door way, his arms crossed over his bare chest. His black sweatpants sitting low on his hips, exposing the perfect amount of him, but you direct your attention away from it.

"Why are you up Y/n?" He questions sternly, his voice made deeper by the fact that he most likely just woke up a little ago.

"Couldn't sleep" You answer without skipping a beat.

"Mhm. And do you always pluck your feathers and leave them in a pile on my balcony when you can't sleep" He says, making it sound like a question, but you know you've been caught.

"I'm sorry" you say, shame in your voice "I promise I'm not trying to leach off of you. I can pack my stuff up and go back to my apartment tomorrow if you'd like, I'll even go back to work tomorrow, I don't have to be able to fly" You say, genuinely ready to pack everything up and get out of his hair, you'd even go back to work without your wings if he told you to.

"Y/n, there's no need for that" He voice almost as heavy and warm sounding as the air feels. "I know you've been plucking your feathers. You think I can't tell when the ones I know grew in are gone the next day" He says

He's known this entire time, damn.

"I didn't say anything about it because I don't mind" He says