Resurrection | Shota Aizawa

Chapter 12

Third person pov

Shota's day passed in a blissful blur. While he did feel incredibly anxious knowing the man he was deeply in love with was going to be moving into his apartment with him, he couldn't help but be excited. He felt like a giddy teenager with a crush again. It dumb and irrational, but he was reveling in it. 'Living his best life', as Mic might say. Though apprehensive at first, the idea was steadily growing more and more appealing as the hours passed by. He could probably never have Hiroki as his, but at least he was getting a chance not a lot of people did. He'd get to see a new side of the man he was in love with, and get to be near him. It was a dream come true in some aspects, but a curse in others.  

Mic's texting was ceaseless. Turning off his phone didn't change the fact that there'd be twenty exuberant and teasing messages when he switched it back on. The fact that his plan had worked clearly made him quite euphoric. Aizawa, though irritated by his friend's smugness, couldn't quite fault it. It had worked. Hiroki Akisuka would be moving in with him. The man he'd been in love with for over a decade. Dear lord, just thinking about it blew Aizawa's mind. His face threatened to flush red just dwelling on it. The white-haired object of his affections would be staying in his apartment. Sleeping, eating, showering there. Living. Holy shit, it was sort of insane!

"So, Aizawa, I heard our precious little Hiroki will be staying with you for the time being." Midnight purred as Aizawa slurped down his lunch, which was a strawberry flavored jelly packet that got several disapproving looks from Mic. The blonde voice hero stopped his scowling at his friend's lunch and immediately jumped to attention in a way that made Aizawa hate his very own existence just a little more. He understood Mic's concern. Really, he did. He just... wished he'd stop. He was perfectly fine.

"You heard right! Hiroki is going to be sharing an apartment with him." Mic grinned like a kid in a candy store. Aizawa glowered, really not in the mood. It wasn't rational for them to assume something would happen because they were moving in together. Though Aizawa was eager to see what life with the other man would be like, he knew it was all for convenience sake. Aizawa was lucky enough to be on Hiroki's list of trustworthy people. It wasn't permanent or anything of that sort, and he had already accepted that. It would just be a nice experience. Probably one of the best he'd ever have.

"It's none of your business." Aizawa said, eyes sliding over to the door as Hiroki walked in. The Erasure Hero frowned at the sight, his brows furrowing. Midnight and Mic must've picked up on his sudden switch from annoyance to confusion, because they twisted around in their seats to see what he was looking at. It's not that anything was wrong with Hiroki. As usual, butterflies exploded in Aizawa's stomach! It was just... well, Hiroki looked... maybe just a little pissed off.

"Stupid fucking piece of flaming shit." The white haired man muttered to himself as he threw the door to the fridge open, leaning in to dig his food out. Mic and Midnight shared a look, turning to glance at Aizawa. He was frowning deeply, clearly very concerned with the state of his long-time love. Mic and Midnight once again shared a look, this one less worried and more smug. Mic hadn't realized, but Midnight had worked out Aizawa's affections the first time she saw the tired man around the much more cheerful one. 

"Hiroki! Are you okay?" Mic asked as their fellow teacher slammed the fridge shut with a residing bang that earned him some questioning looks from the fellow staff who were present. The man whipped towards them, his enraged expression softening as he forced a smile onto his face. Aizawa knew Hiroki would have no reason to be mad at him, but he was still relieved he hadn't found something to get pissed over. If Hiroki backed into moving in now, Aizawa's soul would probably leave his body. But on the other hand, he was almost expecting it at this point.