Stuck To Me || Aizawa Shouta x Student Reader

Chapter Fifteen

You were sitting on the ledge of the living room's balcony, your legs squeezed into the gaps of the railing, letting them hang freely in the summer's night.

You held a cigarette in your mouth, feeling the heat spread over your thoughts.

It had barely been one day since your revolution, and you felt dirty.

He was your teacher, supervisor and roommate; nothing could happen. You were also sure that he only found you as an inconvenience, maybe a mistake, not a friend and definitely not a person who could be his girlfriend.

You also felt guilty; he had done so much for you, and what have you done? Catch feelings. 

What a joke.

You were avoiding him, and luckily, you had an excuse for why you were. To him, you just looked upset because of the phone call, nothing else.

Breathing in the thick smoke, you looked out to the front of the building, gazing upon the parking lot and the many buildings behind it.

'I'm tired', you thought as you heard heavy steps behind you.

"Hay", Aizawa whispered, sitting down beside you. You nodded, unable to look his way.

You hated the fact that you could already feel your ears blush.

'Goddamit, get yourself together', you thought to yourself.

"Hay!" You squealed too loud compared to the soft hush of the wind.

Feeling embarrassed, you covered your face.

"What's going on? Do you need to talk," He said slowly. You knew to anyone else, he would sound like he always did, but you could tell he was worried. And you hated it. All you could do was shrug and take another drag.

"Give me that," he said, not waiting for a response before taking the nicotine from your hand and putting it between his teeth. He knew how long you had been sucking on that thing and decided you needed a break.

Huffing the last bit of smoke from your lungs, you turned your head, letting the side of it rest on the metal of the railing.

"You know you don't have to care... it's useless," you whispered, letting your words melt. A hand on your forearm woke you from your haze, and before you knew it, you were wrapped in one of Aizawa's long arms, one still grasping your arm tightly.

Your heart started to ache.

"Not to me, not if it's you..." he said, lowering his hand and resting it on your hand.

It hurt. Everything that he was doing hurt.

'Shouta, you're not helping, please... stop,' you thought to yourself, but deep down, you didn't want him to. So you just lay there on his shoulder.

"I hate you." You whispered to yourself, pressing your head into his neck, not letting him hear you. He was so warm, and you could feel the veins on his neck pules from his heartbeat. You grabbed his shoulder, pressing your nails into his clothed skin.

"you can always talk to me, okay?" Aizawa said, ignoring the pain on his shoulder with a warm smile spreading onto his face.

'It's only one year. I can hold on till then. I just have to be normal, ya normal,' you thought, chuckling out of pain, before pushing off the man and taking the joint out of his lips.

"Whatever, old man," you said, giving a wink before taking a final drag and smashing it onto the ashtray.

The rest of the night played out relatively usually, and soon, you found yourself in the car heading to school.