G H O S T [Shota Aizawa x OC]

S E V E N T E E N

All confidence Shota had the in the middle of the night with Sumire sleeping beside him, clutching onto his shirt, was completely gone by the time he woke up the next morning. He was just as shy and scared of his feelings for the woman before she was attacked and sought him for comfort and safety, if not even more anxious.

He slowly came to consciousness just before his alarm, finding the girl at his back much closer than she was when he had finally fallen asleep. Her thin, yet muscular arms wrapped around his torso, her hands pressed against the muscles of his chest. His knee was bent slightly, and her leg was aligned with his, the smooth skin of her thigh rubbing against his. She still rested her forehead to the space between his shoulders, with her chest pushed against his lower back.

His face was red with embarrassment, questioning how the events that led up to this - Sumire getting hired at U.A., becoming his neighbor and looking out for his class, getting hunted down by the darkness of her quirk, and becoming friends - turned into her sleeping in his bed so innocently and trustingly. He was used to being relied on as a hero, but not so intimately.

She rustled when his alarm started to go off, and as soon as she loosened her grip on his body, he practically leapt from the bed. He had no particular problem with it, but the issue was that he probably enjoyed it too much, and he didn't want to succumb to the emotions and desires that plagued him.

She released a quiet groan and curled back up, muttering, "Don't wanna... work."

"Isn't that my line?" Shota commented in a low, tired voice.

The woman wasn't able to form a coherent sentence as she mumbled some indiscernible words.

He chuckled and pulled his messy hair from its tie. "I'm going to showe -" He suddenly paused, recognizing that there was another person that he needed to think about and prioritize. "Do you need to shower?"

She sleepily pulled herself to her knees and rubbed her eyes, shaking her head as a "no."

"There's a coffee maker in the kitchen. You can also help yourself to the fridge. And uh," He flicked his narrow gaze down her curvaceous and tone body, mostly covered by his t-shirt, except for her legs due to her habit of not wearing pants to bed. He remembered how they gently rubbed against his when he woke up in the morning; soft and plush and rather "healthy." Heat rose to his cheeks and he quickly looked away, trying to hide his blush. "You can do whatever you want, but you know, if you care..." He struggled to find his words like a teenage boy with a genuine crush. "You're not wearing pants."

Before she could say anything, he retreated into the bathroom to calm himself and shower.

But by the time he was done she was out of bed and in the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for mugs to hold the coffee she already made. She had also made up the bed, which was something he never did.

He hung by the bedroom door and watched as she fished through every single cabinet and drawer, still wearing is t-shirt that fell to her upper thighs, a bit too short for normal clothing. He wasn't sure if he should be flattered that she was becoming so comfortable around him or concerned that she seemed to not care very much.

"All the way to the right." Shota instructed, rubbing the side of his wet hair with a white towel hanging around his neck. Unlike her, he wore pants - like a normal person - but didn't put a shirt on over his pale skin that was still wet from his shower. Droplets of water dripped from his messy layers and down his muscular torso.

"Ah, thanks." She hummed and turned to give him a smile, although when she saw him, she was taken aback by his appearance. An expression of shock briefly crossed her face before it grew flushed with shyness.