The Little Red Thread: Soulmate AU (AizawaXreader)

Soulmate AU: Part 35

You called the main office at U.A. to inform them that Mic and Aizawa would be missing the remainder of day due to both of them being sick.

Mic stumbled into the kitchen as the coffee finished brewing. He had taken off his headphones and the large speaker that he normally wore around his neck that he had fallen asleep in. His neck was bright red where the speaker had rubbed against his skin.

"Morning Mic, how are you feeling?" You asked as you pulled two white mugs from the kitchen cupboard.

"Morning Y/N! It's been a while since I partied that hard. It definitely wasn't a great idea to sleep in all my gear." He laughed as he gingerly touched his neck.

"If you want, you can go take a shower down the hall. I should have another spare shirt that'll fit you. I'll check and see if I have some aloe or something for your neck." You suggested as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, "Breakfast should be just about done when you get out."

Mic groaned in relief, "You're an angel Y/N, has anyone ever told you that?"

You rolled your eyes and started to rummage through your fridge for ingredients, "If you say so, now hurry up already and get in the shower. I'll leave the clothes on the bathroom counter for you once I find them."

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The cooking and shower went off with out a hitch, and the two of you eventually found yourself sitting together at your small kitchen table.

The two of you eagerly dug into large plates that you had loaded up with golden flapjacks, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon. The perfect hangover meal.

The meal was relatively quiet as the two of you stuffed your faces. That's the only reason you noticed the quiet padding of feet across your tile floor. You reluctantly tore your attention away from your plate to look up and see Aizawa out bed. He sleepily leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.

"Oh hey Shota, what are you doing here? Y/N didn't tell me you were here.—oh crap." Mic suddenly paled, "it's a school day."

"Don't worry," you said as you sipped your coffee, "I called the front office at U.A. and let them know you were both staying home due to being sick."

"Thanks." Aizawa crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, "and as for why I'm here, I tracked your phone to Y/N's apartment after you didn't show up for your first class."

Mic laughed awkwardly, "Yea, that was my bad dude. Quick question though," there was a mischievous glint in his eye, "where are your pants?"

Aizawa glanced down at his black boxers, "Y/N didn't have a pair that would fit me. I figured it wouldn't be a big deal not to bother with putting mine back on since the both of you have already seen me like this before." Aizawa's frown darkened a bit, "I could ask you the same thing though."

Mic grinned widely, "No need to get jealous man, missing my digs for the same reason."

"I'd like it to be on record that I didn't tell him not to wear his pants." You laughed, "also, I like wearing baggy shirts to sleep in, so there's no point in me wearing pants with them."

Mic snorted, "Some would argue that pants are kind of important, Y/N."

"Says the man not wearing any. It's not like I—"" You're cut off by the sound of your front door being thrown open. You heard a familiar female voice shout as she stormed inside, "Y/N, you better have a really good reason for the freaking radio silence these past four days or I'm gonna to throttle you when I find you!" You groaned loudly when you heard her yell again, "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in Y/N's apartment?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Aizawa said coldly with his quirk activated. He didn't move from leaning against the doorframe.

You sighed before shouting to her, "Reina, chill the hell out. That's Aizawa, the guy I was telling you about. Stop shouting and get in the kitchen already."

She squeezed by Aizawa and had a concerned-but-amused look on her round face. The expression only grew when she saw Mic sitting at the kitchen table.

"I'm guessing you know this wicked set of cords then, Y/N?" Mic asked. You turned your attention back to Mic, only to find him holding his butter knife like a melee weapon with a neutral expression.

"Yea, this is Reina. We work together at the Daycare, she was one of the friends that I was telling you about that went out of town." You explained, trying to mask your unease caused by Mic's suddenly serious persona, "so um, you can chill out with the butter knife."

Mic laughed, seamlessly shifting back to his carefree attitude and extended a hand out to her, "Sorry about that, the name's Present Mic."

Reina shook his hand energetically and squeaked, "Oh I know, I recognized your voice from your radio show. I'm a big fan."

You smirked at her, "Oh yea, I forgot you used to be obsessed with his talk show."

Reina paled as she started backpedaling quickly, "She doesn't mean it as like a weird obsession with like a big shrine and stuff, I just really enjoy listening to your show at night whenever I go to the gym."

Mic laughed loudly, "Don't sweat it, I wouldn't be much of a pro if I couldn't handle one fan."

Aizawa rolled his eyes, he had already deactivated his quirk.

"Hey sorry, but do you guys mind if I steal Y/N from you for just a sec? I need to talk to her real quick." Reina asked as she tucked her long black hair behind her ear.

"Not a problem, Mic and I will take the opportunity to go make ourselves decent." Aizawa said before gesturing to the back room, "Come on Mic."

As soon as you both heard the click of your bedroom door, Reina lost it. She grabbed you by the shoulders, practically vibrating as she struggled to keep her composure. She whispered harshly, "Y/N, what the actual hell?! We left you alone for less than two weeks. You stopped responding to us for four days! And then, when I finally decide to come track you down— I find you sipping coffee with two hot half-dressed pros in your kitchen!! What the hell happened while we were gone?"

You sighed and removed her hands from your shoulders, "Dude, it's a long story."

"I've got time." She said pointedly as she stood in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Fine. Sit down and I'll tell you." You sighed, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs for her, "Want some coffee? It's gonna take a couple minutes to tell you everything."