Scars (Aizawa x Reader)

The Kiss

He massaged his templates, feeling another headache was coming. Kaminari was a complete nightmare. if that kid graduates, it would be only thanks to a stroke of understandable luck, that idiot possessed.

"You sound frustrated", he turned around and smiled to his flatmate. You were here for the week now and he had to admit, you were truly amazing. It took you a day to remember where everything was, only by touching it. Your amazing quirk helped to feel anything abnormal in the air. And now you didn't even need his help with the smallest things, like changing or taking a bath. He remembered your blushing face the first time, he helped to get you under the shower.  Of course, he didn't look, but still, your cute reaction made his day. 

"Those kids... Seriously, were we as stupid as well?" You slowly sat down next to him and laughed. Still couldn't get used to not being able to see his handsome face, but well, at least you could work on your imagination.  "What?"

"We were both a bit different. You the genius and me, a girl that focused mostly on being the best. Remember Hizashi? I can actually see Kaminari in him..." He raised his brow and chuckled, had to agree with you. "He was extremely talented but lazy as hell." You smiled and closed your eyes, laying the head on his shoulders. "You smell nice, is this my shower gel?" You couldn't help but giggle, feeling his shoulders move, from his quiet laugh.  

"Well, we can now smell good together", you jumped a bit, feeling his breath on your neck. "Plus I can save money when I'm using your stuff", he chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. You smirked to yourself. You both have been playing this flirty game for a couple of days now and you didn't plan on losing. AGAIN! 

"Just imagine how much money, you'd save if we showered together", your hand slowly went onto his thigh, which made him jump slightly, and you giggle. You were sure, that if you could see, you would notice an irritated look on his tired face.

"Don't tease me, Y/N." He hissed with this low, husky voice, you loved so much. You bit your lip and crossed legs, which didn't go unnoticed to him. All this time you lived with him, he couldn't stop but wonder if the rejection of your feelings that day was a good idea. He loved you. That he was sure of. But he was afraid to let someone get so close to him. He was a pro-hero, constantly in danger, and having someone by his side, would bring danger to that person as well. Plus he was a teacher as well, so the time he would give to his significant other was limited.

But who was he kidding? You were a strong, independent woman that would probably end up saving his ass again... Which he didn't want. He was so scared when he held you in his arms. This beautiful woman, he loved since high school, was in so much pain and he wasn't able to do anything. And here you were. Laying on his shoulders, as nothing happened. He heard you cry at night, or wake up with nightmares, but he was too afraid and too lost, to talk to you about it. He wouldn't even know how to do it.

He wanted to stay mad at you for leaving like that, but after what you told him, he couldn't. He wanted to be by your side, but also didn't want to expose you to any danger.

"Shouta..." He flinched feeling your gloved hand on his face. It felt so nice and so weirdly familiar. This one-touch seemed like breaking all the walls he tried to desperately put on for you not to know how much he hurts. He loved you and wanted to be here for you, even if you already gave up on him.

"How is it, you always know, when I'm not alright?" He asked, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes.

"You're my best friend, Shouta. I know you more than you think." He raised his brow and turned to you, facing your smiling face. You were so beautiful, even with this tired look and bags under eyes.