✦ BNHA x Reader | Oneshots ✦

✦ Apples ✦ [Aizawa Shota]

Despite the number of seasons that have passed, it does appear that we will never be apart.

You despise apples. Every time you sink your teeth into one, it hurts. The apple's skin gets into the crevices of your gums, making themselves at home until you have time to floss them out. Juice from each crunch drips onto your hands and sometimes onto your clothes. The slightly sweet taste leaves you unsatisfied as you much prefer a more sour taste.

The whole experience is just below average, yet you continue buying them in hopes of a healthier lifestyle.

"Are you analyzing the apples again?"

You break your attention away from the red fruit, realizing that you had been in a daze. Your husband stands before the couch you lay on, and as always his bland expression is just too irresistible for you. Your once frowning expression morphs into that of relief, and you pull yourself off the couch to give him an embrace. He doesn't react but you expect that of him.

"How's your first day on the job?" you hum into his clothes.

He doesn't waste a moment in answering. "I expelled them all."

"..." You glance up at him wide-eyed, and you try to figure out if his sardonic comment holds any truth to it. His lack of follow-up, however, gives you some sort of clue. "You really did, Shota?"

"They don't have the right mentality," he responds while brisking past you and over to your shared room.

You watch as he disappears into the connecting bathroom. The sound of him starting his bath leaves you on edge with the situation. 'All of his students got expelled?' Once more your attention lands on the apple in your hand, and you aren't quite sure what to do. Does he need consoling? Does he actually not care about expelling them? What will happen to his teaching license? Is the school okay with that?

Mindlessly, your hand places the apple to your lips and you crunch down on it. Your thoughts on your husband suddenly dissipate at the feel of discomfort in your teeth. "S-Stupid apple!" you groan while throwing it across the room.

The apple suddenly bursts into flames and crashes into the window until it fizzles out into ashes in the street. You stare at your broken window horrified; then you hear the bath water stop and your heart sinks. A few taps against the tiled floor and your husband's face greets yours.

He notices the basically nonexistent window then your pale face. His brain quickly comes to the correct conclusion, and you await his reprimand. "... Did you get it stuck in your teeth again?" You nod your head and he sighs. "I'll call the contractor tomorrow morning before work."

Luck is clearly on your side if he didn't chastise you. Despite his outward appearance of vague apathy, he does care enough to teach--hence, your push for him to be a teacher at U.A.. You didn't actually think he'd go for it, but the appeal of long-term hero dwindled after marriage. There were also other factors that weighed in, but you'd like to think marriage did play a part in his decision.

All your life you've known him to always correct your wrongdoings. Some people found it annoying, refusing to actually come to terms with their shortcomings. But for you, you enjoyed it. You knew you were a shitstorm of mistakes, and when you live life in the way that you do, you need someone looking out for you like how Aizawa Shota does.

You love that man, even if you're still figuring him out. "Shota..."

"What?"

"C-Can I join you?"

He stares at you long and hard, and the silence eats at you. Maybe you're taking too much advantage of his calmness, but you still feel the edge from his earlier announcement.

"I have the lemon bath running," he states before disappearing once more.

Your energy rises, and a smile graces your lips. "You're using the essential oils I bought?!" You know he didn't hear you, but you take his comment as acceptance of the idea of sharing the bath and rush over to the bathroom.

Despite your minimal understanding of the gloomy man, he loves you just the same.