"Are you gonna tell me a story now?" You asked.
You were laying beside Aizawa, one of your legs draped over his waist. You reached up to put your hand on his chest, playing with the few buttons at the top of his shirt. "Please? I barely know you"
He turned his head down to look at you, giving you a confused look. "You know me"
You nodded but also shrugged. "I know you, but you don't tell me stories the way I tell you"
He hummed as he looked back up at the ceiling. "Can you tell me the Hawks one?" He asked. "Then I'll tell you a story, and you can try not to get jealous"
You blinked a few times while you registered what he had said. By the time you had looked up at him again he was already looking at you.
"Jealous?" You asked as you sat up.
He hummed again. "That's what you said before"
"I'm not gonna get jealous" You said cockily."Tell me the Hawks one" He said again, thinking he could just skip past what he had already started.
You shook your head. "I always tell you stories, now it's your turn" Now you really wanted to hear this story.
He sighed.
You patted his chest. "Please?"
He sighed again. "Fine."
You smiled and settled back down, laying against him.
"Do you remember Ms. Joke?" He asked.
Someone I met? Why did it have to be someone I met? Why did it have to be someone I knew saw him on occasion? Why did it have to be someone so flirty and invasive?
Your thoughts went blank for a moment.
What am I assuming?
"No." You lied, trying extra hard to pretend like you weren't jealous already.
"She was at that hero's dinner we went to, I think it was our first date" He started explaining.
You nodded along.
"She made you laugh?" He asked.
You nodded again.
"What about her?" You asked, trying to sound calm even though you knew you were jealous.
"When I was in high school, there was a short period of time where we were very close." He said.
"Very close?" You asked. "That's it? What does very close mean?"
He shrugged. "Very close" He repeated.
"Dating?" You asked.
He shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that with her" He said it like he was defending himself.
"Kissing?"
He nodded.
You gasped. "Sex?!"
He looked away from you bet kept nodding.
You gasped again, sitting up and taking your hand off his chest to cover your mouth. "Shota, you told me when we met her that you never dated!" You weren't mad, just a bit upset at him for lying.
"We didn't date!" He quickly said.
"You don't get close to people and then just have sex with them!" You said, hitting his leg even though you knew it wouldn't hurt him. "That's dating without wanting to admit that you're dating!"
"Wait!" Aizawa said. He sat up, now holding onto your hand that you had just hit him with. "I was in high school when this was happening, you have to understand I was a different person"

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Second Chance | Aizawaxreader
FanfictionShota Aizawa has been visiting this cafe for weeks, trying to gain the courage to ask one of the waitresses out. There's just one problem, there's a ring on her finger. TW: domestic abuse, substance abuse, sa, talk of rape