BNHA One Shots/Short Stories (Reader Insert Stories)

If You Love Her: Part II - S. Aizawa

(Content Meter: Angst and Fluff)

Songs:

"If You Lover Her" – Forest Blakk

"If she gives you her heart, don't you break it.
Let your arms be a place she feels safe in.
She's the best thing that you'll ever have.
She'll love you, if you love her like that."
-Forest Blakk

Y/n finished the touches of her make up and glanced at her outfit in the mirror as her friend waited on her bed. Nemuri was flipping through a hero magazine, rambling excitedly about some top ten single bachelors. After work they arrived at Y/n's apartment, and they got ready together for this date the hero had planned. The h/c haired woman was nervous, and anxious. Meeting new people was something she particularly didn't like. She preferred her smaller circle. However, since her raven-haired best friend encouraged her to go, she figured why not give it a try?

"Nemuri, can you help me?" Y/n glanced from her outfit towards Nemuri who was patiently waiting for her. "You don't think this is too much?"

She was wearing an off the shoulder, long sleeve bodycon black dress. It hugged all her curves and ended right above the knees. When Nemuri presented her with this, she didn't think she'd be able to breathe, for how tight it looked. Yet surprisingly, it was comfortable and soft. Y/n asked why black, and the midnight-haired woman had responded with a 'black impresses everyone'.

It's elegant and sexy. 

That of course made the young woman blush profusely because she didn't want to impress anyone, if anything she wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with this at all. Regardless, even if uncomfortable she had to get back out there. Or at least that's what her therapist kept encouraging. Even Shota told her to go for it. These years she and the raven-haired male created this unbreakable trust with each other, so whatever he gave an opinion to, she knew it came with good intentions. He was usually right, so she decided to give it a try.

Shota Aizawa's seen her at her worst. She wanted to show him that she'd come a long way because of his help.

Nemuri came up behind her and clasped the dahlia necklace around Y/n's neck. Asking absentmindedly, "why are you wearing this one? Don't you have any different jewelry, I always see you with it."

Y/n made eye contact with her friend through the mirror. A blush formed on her cheeks as she patted the material of her dress to calm her nerves, "for good luck." She shrugged and glanced away from her questioning eyes.

Nemuri's blue eyes narrowed, "Who gave this to you?"

Y/n avoided the question, "Why would you think that? I could've bought it myself."

The older woman smirked, "Did you?"

Y/n glanced away from her and mumbled, "no."

"It's fine, you don't have to tell me." Nemuri smiled, already knowing who it was from. "You know flowers can have many meanings." She made her way towards Y/n's bed again, sitting down gracefully as she continued, "They each represent something meaningful." Her eyes lingered on the expensive necklace. Y/n probably had no idea that she was wearing thousands of dollars around her neck. It looked custom made too.

The twenty-eight-year-old woman turned around, interest shining in her kind eyes. Gaining that light that was a resemblance of how she used to be, however a little bit different. She seemed excited and optimistic about this.