Connected Touch || Shota Aizawa - DISCONTINUED.

Chapter Eleven: Getting There

It's been a couple of weeks here in the hospital still. My seizures just haven't stopped. Aizawa was still healing from all of his injuries all over his body. Meanwhile, the students have been visiting us often.

"Mirage!" The girls burst into my hospital room. I turn off my phone looking up at them. "Hey guys, it's pretty late. You should be home-

"ARE YOU AND MR. AIZAWA SOULMATES?"

Shit.

"It's past visiting hours." I blush looking away. Uraraka runs up to me, immediately sitting at the end of my bed. The rest of the girls follow.

"Midnight told us what the doctors have been saying! This is so great!"

"It is! Maybe Mr. Aizawa will actually smile."

"Or maybe he could just stop being an ass-

"Girls please. Let's not talk about it for now. For now, you should go back home. It's pretty late." They looks around at each other before Yaoyorozu nods. "Of course, get some rest. We'll see you next week for the sports festival."

Oh right, I forgot about that. We still have to prepare the students. My hands go over my face as I sigh deeply. Once the door shuts, that's when a sob escapes my lips.

Everything is going so wrong. It's all my fault.

My mind begins to go back to what happened at the USJ. The way Aizawa looked at me while I was held captive. The way his body was crushed and bruised. When he gripped my hand in his before he knocked out.

Aizawa and I don't really get along that much. Ever since we left our separate ways after high school, we just grew distant with each other. He just has this grudge against me that I'll never know about. But, we are now soulmates? How are we supposed to fall in love and cure each other from constant pain? Since I annoy him so much.

A firm knock is abrupt at my door.
"I'm not hungry, Ma'am-

"It's Aizawa," I quickly wipe my tears. "I'm about to go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." I call back turning over away from the door. The door opens anyway, a low sigh coming from him. "We are leaving tomorrow, I thought you should know." I roll my eyes, staring at the window. "You are still injured, you should stay here more." He scoffs finally reaching my line of vision as he sits down in the chair in front of me.

"I'm fine, how are you feeling?"

"Great."

Silence.

My eyes look up at meet his. He's staring at me. I quickly look down, staring at the floor. "What's the matter with you?" He asks sounding clearly bothered. I grip the thin blanket tightly. "Nothing-

He scoffs shaking his head. "Whatever, just continue to behave like a child-

"You are the child!" I sit up harshly glaring at him. My shoulder pops causing me to wince. I hear a painful groan from Aizawa as he grips his own shoulder. "Watch it!" He hisses. "No, screw you Shouta! I'm tired of you treating me like this." He raises a brow. "Treating you like what?"

"Like I don't know anything! Like I'm such a bother to you. I don't know what I did to you in the past that caused you to hate me so much." He looks away, his hand leaving his shoulder and onto his lap. "I don't hate you." I shrug my shoulders as I cross my arms. "That's how I feel.." I mumble under my breath.

Silence fills the room again.

"I don't understand but we have to meet half way. First, for those students. They need us. They learn from us. Next, for us. Even though you obviously hate it, we are soulmates. That cannot change. This has been decided since we were born. Fate brought us together, like it or not. The physical pain between us will stop once we both fall in love. That may take awhile because of you. But please, do not shut me out. I'm trying. I'm tired of this constant pain and I miss what we used to have." He doesn't say anything, his eyes away from mine.

This brings tears to my eyes. I look down at my shaky hands. "Y-You don't know how hard it was to watch you in pain. To see your body being smashed into the ground, your head buried in the rocks. Blood all over you. I felt everything physically but mentally... I was broken. I have been blaming myself for weeks-

"It's not your fault, Misa-

"Yes it is! I didn't use my quirk enough. If I were to use it, everything would have been fine. Those kids would have been fine. All Might wouldn't have to use most of his power. You wouldn't have been here with me!" That's when I break down in front of him. My head in my hands. "Y-You can leave," I stutter in my hands refusing to look at him again. I feel the bed sink in beside me. I tense up immediately when I feel his arm wrapped around me. "What are you doing?" I ask sniffing. I look up at him to see his face burning red, his eyes firm as he stares forward. "You can't even hug me with both arms?"

He groans as he wraps me around in his arms. He winces at the sudden touch on his bandaged chest. "You don't have to, I was joking." He shakes his head. "I want to get used to this." He whispers, his thumb stroking my back softly. A warm tear streams down my face as I gently lay my head down on his shoulder.

That whole night we laid back on my hospital bed. We talked, laughed about old memories, argued over past arguments. I got to see his smile while he held me against him.

This is just the beginning.

Author's Note: Hey guys... I'm not dead 😳👉👈!!