𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

55. over the edge

Songs I had to listen to write this
Video games - Lana del ray
Cinnamon girl - Lana del ray
Young and beautiful - Lana del Ray
Wanna be yours -Arctic Monkeys

yes I know this is delayed. i made it longer as a peace offering.  please don't kill me xoxox

Also thank you everybody that loved this book and stuck through the journey. I've literally been writing this for years? I'm now sure it'll be my only complete book  but still. Thanks for being here.
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seeing Aizawa was now an integral part of your daily routine, though in no ways did you thoroughly get used to it. now at 25, even having him walk very close to you at the park or standing by and staring at you intensely as you applied eyeliner in the bathroom made goosebumps rise on your arms.

when you pushed the cart at the grocery store and he sandwiched you between it and himself to help pushing.

whenever you both sat close to each other with legs brushing under the table when you visited your parents.

whenever he'd call to tell you he was picking you up and the anxiety you felt when he was close. the way he'd say your name whenever you started to playfully challenge him.

the look after he rolled his eyes that he'd always give to you whenever anyone asked if he's taking care of you.

no mater what he said, no mater how he looked at you, no matter where he touched you, no matter why he'd call your name. you'd always be affected by shota's presence.

and it always end the same, with him acting smug and you being flustered.

though it was embarrassing, you enjoyed jt.

though you enjoyed it, you wondered if it bored him.

you struggled to remember when's the last time you got him so flustered.

slowly, like most of your pessimistic thoughts, it began to blindly eat at you.

idly, you sat in the bathroom typing away on the app that you found yourself most reliant on.

'hey ChatGPT. how do you keep your man on his toes when you feel like you're being bor-"

"y/n" you jolted when you heard the soft knocking on the door, phone jumping a few times before safely landing in your hand again.

when you shrieked he opened the door, pushing it slightly ajar as he stood by the doorway staring at you.

"Was that attempted manslaughter? Why would you try to give me a heartattack?"

"right, and a knock on the door would do the trick? Couldn't you tell me before?"

"among the other things that your life alert team knows are threats, i thought you'd be aware"

"like living with someone who has a crash out every forty minutes?...it's under clause 8"

"you're such a...?" you trailed off as he raised a hand to grab one of the highest corners of the doorway with a quirked brow.

the glasses sitting a top his head gleamed from the movement, the muscles in his arm and bare torso flexed. his black pajama pants hung loosely on his hip, showing every projection that could barely be hid.