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Aizawa Shouta X reader

"I hate you. No. I'm not doing this. Fuck you."

You laugh at Aizawa's reaction to taking the challenge to drinking the foot tall beer boot. You and him had met and became close friends at the academy, and to this day decided it wouldn't hurt to do something to catch up.

"I mean, it's not every day you do this. And it is alcohol." You remind the scruffy looking teacher as all eyes were in him as the enormous serving of beer was placed before him.

He could do nothing but shrug and nod really, as you weren't wrong about that.

He sighed and stared into the drink's honeyed color before taking a sip from the nearly overflowing brim.

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The stench of beer was like a slap in the face. The slurred speech on his lips was something you wanted to taste.
The way his eyes would dart everywhere in a drunken daze.

"You are going to have the worst hangover of your life." You shake your head as you guided a drunk Aizawa to a taxi stop by pushing and pulling his body this way and that.

He had downed the boot with no problem, and then some. It was almost like he'd gotten himself drunk on purpose.

The way his mouth would curl upward in a smirk you never got to see.
The way his body heat would transfer to you when he would stumble upon you.
The way his eyes revealed how much of a comatose reverie he was in at the moment.

So many things you'd never really had about him came to mind. A car the honked particularly loud roused you from your thoughts as you see Aizawa fumbling drunkenly with his scarf.

Your fingers reach over to help him do it the way he likes, swatting his useless hands away.

This feels like sandpaper.

A thought that popped to your kind as the texture of slight stubble had touched your cheek. He had grumbled something and used you as a post to lean on for a second, slurring something about lights being too bright.

Just then, you remember what you're here for and slowly peel away from his body heat. As much as you didn't want to, you had to do this.

"Yes, and can you make sure he's okay when he gets home? Thanks." You paid the taxi driver extra after shoving your friend in the backseat, silently hoping that nothing would happen on his way home.

If you could you would drive or walk him yourself, but you didn't live close enough for that. Kicking a piece of trash out of your way, you huff at the stupid thoughts you had earlier.

Well it's not my fault if he's so cute, really.