Aizawa Oneshots and More

Birthday Egg!

HIII GUYS!! I HAVE A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
IT'S MY FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY!!!!! SOO.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ChaoticEgg5 !!!
This chapter is dedicated to Egg :3 (shaking her violently) OLD FART!!!!

ENJOY!!!!

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The clock on the wall ticks steadily, the hands dragging with agonizing slowness. You're convinced time itself is mocking you. Tomorrow can't come fast enough.

You're practically bouncing as you lean over the back of the couch where Aizawa is sitting. His legs are stretched out comfortably, a book propped against his knee, and he doesn't so much as flinch when you suddenly drape yourself over his shoulders with a dramatic sigh.

"Shoooooota," you drawl out, flopping your arms lazily around his neck. "Did you know... that it's my birthday tomorrow?"

He doesn't even glance up from his book. "Is it?" he deadpans, turning a page.

You gasp, all faux shock and betrayal. "Is it?" you parrot back, peeling yourself off him only to round the couch and plant yourself in his line of sight. Hands on your hips, you narrow your eyes at him in mock offense. "I can't believe this.  My own boyfriend. Forgetting the most important day of the year."

Finally, his eyes flick up to meet yours. Calm, steady. Unreadable. He blinks once, slow and deliberate. "I didn't forget," he says flatly, before immediately returning to his book, as if the conversation is already over.

You huff and drop onto the couch beside him, slumping dramatically. "You don't sound very excited," you point out, bumping your knee against his.

"I'm excited on the inside," he replies dryly, not bothering to look up.

You squint at him, trying to read any hint of emotion on his face. But he's infuriatingly composed. Stoic. As if tomorrow was just another Friday.

"Sho... you're not planning on doing nothing, right?" you ask with a teasing pout, leaning into his side.

He hums vaguely, but doesn't give you a straight answer.

You pull back with a playful glare. "You're totally gonna forget. You're gonna wake up tomorrow and be like, 'Oh, what's this? Just another boring day where nothing special is happening,'" you say in your best gruff imitation of his voice.

That finally earns you a brief glance. His lips press together ever so slightly – a ghost of amusement. But he still doesn't give anything away.

You flop onto your back with an exaggerated groan. "Ugh, you're so lucky I'm too excited to be mad at you." You turn your head to look at him. "I'm gonna be so annoying tomorrow just so you know. Like, totally insufferable."

Without missing a beat, he turns a page and mutters, "So.. just like every other day?"

Your eyes widen, and you sit up, giving him a dramatic gasp of mock outrage. "Ohoh! You did not just say that!" You poke his side in playful retribution, and though he doesn't squirm, you catch the briefest twist at the corner of his mouth – the tiniest, fleeting smirk before he tamps it down again.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. "Wait a minute..." you lean in, squinting. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"

His face is impassive, Neutral. But the slightest glimmer of something mischievous flickers in his eyes.

"Am I?" he asks, voice flat, but you swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch again.

You scowl dramatically, flopping against him with a defeated groan. "You're so mean to me."

But you miss the brief glance he casts your way – the tiniest flicker of fondness behind those half-lidded eyes. And you certainly don't notice the small, satisfied smirk he hides behind his book.