Aizawa Oneshots and More

Lines Crossed

Request by shiggysleftbumcheek! A scenario where Ms. Joke is jealous of your relationship with Aizawa and hints at something more between them both. 

Bit of a shorter chapter, I hope you guys will forgive me </3

But regardless, have fun reading!

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You sit beside Aizawa, the two of you nestling on the rooftop of U.A., a perfect spot away from the noise of everyday life. The sun is dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and pink. It's peaceful, and despite the long day, Aizawa's company makes everything feel right. He leans back, eyes half-closed, as if he's soaking in the last few moments of quiet before tomorrow's chaos.

"I could get used to this," you murmur, your voice a whisper, afraid to break the tranquility. You glance over at him, catching the small smile tugging at his lips.

"Could you?" Aizawa's voice is low, teasing, but there's a softness in his eyes that makes your heart flutter. He reaches out, brushing his fingers lightly against your hand.

Just as you're about to reply, the door to the rooftop creaks open, shattering the serene atmosphere. Ms. Joke steps out, her usual grin plastered across her face.

"Hey, lovebirds!" she calls out, her voice too cheerful, too loud. She strides over with almost too-casual swagger, her eyes flicking between you and Aizawa. "Didn't think I'd find you two up here all alone!"

Aizawa lets out a barely audible sigh, but you notice the tension in his shoulders as he leans forward slightly. "What do you need, Fukukado?"

Ms. Joke plops down beside Aizawa, entirely ignoring your presence. "Oh, nothing much. Just thought I'd see if you were up to grabbing a drink later? You know, unwind a little? You always work so hard," she says, flashing him a playful smile. "You deserve a break."

Your stomach twists uncomfortably, but you force a smile, watching as Ms. Joke's hand lingers on Aizawa's arm for just a second too long. You wait, hoping Aizawa will shut her down, but he only shrugs.

"I'm not much for drinking, Joke. You know that," he replies, voice flat.

Ms. Joke pouts dramatically. "Come on, don't be such a killjoy. One drink won't kill you." She leans in closer to him, her grin widening.

Aizawa's expression remains stoic, but you can see the slight annoyance flicker in his eyes. He shifts, subtly leaning away from Ms. Joke, but she either doesn't notice or pretends not to. Her grin grows ever wider, and her gaze lingers on him with a sharpness you can't ignore.

"You're always so serious," she teases, her voice dripping with a sweetness that grates on your nerves. "You need someone to loosen you up a bit, don't you think? She gives his arm a playful nudge, her hand lingering just a little too long on his sleeve. "I mean, how do you even stand being around this one all the time?" she adds, gesturing in your direction with a laugh, as if it's all one big joke.

Your jaw tightens, but you stay silent, your heart pounding in your chest. Ms. Joke's words cut deeper than they should, each playful jab making you feel more invisible by the second. She's not just teasing anymore – there's an edge to her voice, a subtle challenge.

Aizawa's eyes flick briefly toward you, his expression unreadable, but you see the way his brows furrow slightly. He opens his mouth to say something, but Ms. Joke barrels on, oblivious or intentionally ignoring the rising tension.

"I mean, I've known you longer, Aizawa," she continues, her tone softening as if she's trying to sound sincere. "You and I... we go way back. Don't you ever think about how things could've been?" She leans in closer, her voice dropping just enough to make the moment feel too intimate. "We're just... so much alike, y'know?"