Aizawa Oneshots and More

Weddings Pt 2

Hi ho! After quite the quick and popular demand for a part two to Weddings, I have decided to pull an all nighter and bestow upon y'all, the second chapter! (It's 5:43 AM right now. I am promptly going to go pass out now)

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The days that follow the wedding blur together, each one heavy with a mix of heartache and confusion. You throw yourself into work, pouring your energy into lessons and training, but every corner of U.A. feels like a reminder of Aizawa – his presence lurking just out of sight, but always palpable.

Every time you pass the staff lounge, you half-expected him to be there, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he scrolled through his phone or graded papers. Every time you see him in the halls, a wave of longing would crash over you, but you keep your head down, pretending you didn't see him.

One evening, as you stay late to grade papers, a soft knock pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway, and your heart sinks. Aizawa.

"Can I come in?" he asks, his voice low but steady.

You hesitate, a swirl of emotions each fighting for dominance. After what happened, all you want is to keep your distance. But part of you longs for closure, for an explanation that might help you understand why he shut you out so completely.

"Yeah," you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him, and your heart races at the proximity. You avoid his gaze, focusing instead on the papers scattered across your desk, trying to ignore the heavy tension in the air.

There's a heavy silence as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, clearly struggling to find the right words.

"I wanted to talk," he begins, and you feel your chest tighten. "About what happened."

"Didn't we say everything we needed to say?" You keep your voice even, trying to mask the hurt that still lingers beneath the surface.

"No, I don't think we did." Aizawa steps closer, his voice softening. "I've been thinking about it a lot. About you."

You flinch at his words, the hope that flickers to life inside you quickly snuffed out by the memories of his rejection. "What's there to think about? You made it pretty clear how you feel."

He lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair, and the action makes your heart ache all over again. "It's not that simple. I've been pushing you away, and I hate myself for it. But I thought it was for your own good."

"For my own good?" you repeat, incredulous. "You mean your own good. You didn't even give me a chance to show you how I felt."

"I know," he says, his voice thick with frustration. "But it's not just my feelings. It's dangerous for you to be involved with me. You deserve someone who can give you everything – who isn't wrapped up in the hero world like I am."

"So what? You think I'm too weak to handle it?" The anger surges within you, a mixture of hurt and frustration beginning to bubble. "You don't get to decide what I can or can't handle. I can take care of myself, Aizawa."

"I'm not saying that!" HIs voice rises slightly, and he runs a hand through his hair again, his expression pained. "You don't understand the risks. This isn't just about us. It's about your safety, your future."

You feel a fresh wave of anger wash over you, mixing idly with the hurt. "And you think breaking my heart is safer? I'd rather take my chances with you than live in this pain."