Irrationality (Aizawa x reader)

SPECIAL

(A//n: this is a bit late, but here's the chapter! One whole year!)

Shota sighed. He had to rush to get all of his work done in time enough to catch (Y/n) before she took off again. She always stopped by her house before going out, as inconvenient as that is. He just hoped he hadn't missed her.

Hiding the flowers he had gotten her behind his back, he entered her house. It didn't take long for him to find her. She was in her office, too focused on the papers before her to even notice him.

Becoming nervous (though he wasn't sure why), he shifted awkwardly in the doorway, waiting for him to notice him. Unfortunately, she didn't acknowledge his presence, so he shakily raised his free hand and knocked on the doorframe.

Jumping slightly, she looked up at him, "Oh, it's you."

"You sound disappointed." His hand tightened on the bouquet.

She stood up, "Wait- no, no! I didn't mean it that way! You just scared me is all."

"Sure."

"Sho, I didn't," she whined.

He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "I know. I'm just messing with you."

"That's not funny," she huffed.

Realizing that she was probably still worried about what he said last night, he quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you..." he remembered the bouquet, "I do have something for you, though."

"Oh? What is it?"

He revealed the flowers, extending them out to her.

She took them, smiling, "Aw, these are my favorite. Thank you Sho... Let me go put these in some water."

Following her, he waited for her to finish putting the flowers into a vase, before taking her into his arms.

"What's all of this for?"

He pressed his forehead against hers, "Why don't we eat out tonight? Just you and me."

"I don't think I have enough mo-"

"It'll be my treat."

She pulled away from him, placing her hands on his cheeks, "You paid last time though."

"Let me do something special for you," he muttered, brushing his lips against hers.

(Y/n)'s cheeks were tinged with pink, as she stuttered, "H-hold on. Th-there really isn't any r-reason-"

"Look, I said some things, well a lot of things actually, that I regret. I, uh," why was it suddenly so hard to talk? "I'm sorry... Just let me do this for you, please?"

"There's really no need; I've already forgiven you."

"I haven't."

She sighed, relenting, "Alright, fine. Let me get dressed."

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You laid in bed, curled up against him. Shota wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. Smiling you looked up at him, only to notice a foul expression.

All evening, you had felt something was off. Despite how lovely the whole night was, there were times when he would look... dejected.

"Is everything alright?" You asked, reaching up to cup his face in your hands.

He caught your hand, placing his lips against it, "Why do you ask?"