Aizawa Oneshots and More

A Love Unraveled Pt 2

Hi guys! :3 Kaida here bringing you part two to A Love Unraveled! 

Happy reading!

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The courthouse doors swing open, and the heavy thud echoes down the steps, as if punctuating the end of something long and painful. You step out into the overcast afternoon, your chest tight, clutching the papers that now declare your separation. It's done. It's final.

The air feels too thick to breathe.

Just a few steps away, you see Hizashi crouched down, entertaining your child with his typical animated gestures, always trying to lighten the mood. He glances up when he sees you, giving you a half-hearted smile. Beside him, your child looks between you and Aizawa, unsure, their small hand gripping Hizashi's sleeve. You swallow the knot in your throat, forcing yourself to take a step forward.

But Aizawa lingers behind you. Silent. Brooding. The air around him feels like static, charged with the words you're both too tired or too angry to say.

He exhales slowly, breaking the silence first. "I'll still see him. You know that, right?" His voice is as even as ever, but there's something in his tone – something brittle. He's training to maintain control.

You stop, half-turning to look at him, but not fully facing him. Your gaze falls to the papers in your hand, a bitter reminder of what's just happened. "I know," you say, your office quieter than intended, laced with a tired edge. "But it doesn't make this any easier, Shota."

His jaw tightens, though you can't tell if it's in frustration or because of something deeper. A pause. A moment of strained silence.

"You know it had to be this way," he mutters, his eyes fixed somewhere past you, not meeting yours.

You glance toward your child, who still watches from Hizashi's side, eyes wide and questioning, too young to fully understand the gravity of the situation but sensing the tension nonetheless. "Did it?" you ask, a tremor in your voice. You didn't mean to sound so vulnerable, but the words slip out before you can stop them.

Aizawa's eyes flick to yours for the first time, narrowing slightly, as though he doesn't want to confront that question. He doesn't answer. Maybe he doesn't know how. Maybe because, for once, he doesn't have an answer.

The sound of a car honking in the distance pulls both of you out of the moment. The distraction is fleeting, but it's enough for you to step further away from him, to put the necessary distance between the two of you. There's no going back now. Not after this.

"Take care of him," he says softly, his gaze trailing over to your son, the tension in his shoulders easing briefly, only to return just as quickly.

Your heart aches as you nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The weight of the world presses down on you, knowing that no matter how much you both try, your child is the one caught in the middle of all this. And it kills you.

Hizashi, sensing the shift, gently nudges the child forward. "C'mon, little guy, let's go see your mom," he says, his usual cheer dimmed but still there, an attempt to keep things normal for the sake of your child.

You kneel down as your son runs toward you, wrapping his small arms around your neck. "Mom, are we going home now?" he asks, his voice so innocent, so unaware of the broken pieces left behind in the courthouse.

You press a kiss to his head, fighting back the tears that threaten to spiel. "Yeah, baby. We're going home."

Behind you, Aizawa sighs again, the sound heavy with finality. The low rumble of an approaching vehicle turns your attention back toward him just in time to see him glance at the moving truck parked down the street, waiting to take the last of his things away from the home you once shared.