Connected Touch || Shota Aizawa - DISCONTINUED.

Chapter Thirteen: Changes

The drive was killing me.

I sat in the passenger seat, pouting with my arms crossed to my chest. While Aizawa, my so-called: "soulmate", was driving me home.

"How are the kids?" He asks, his voice raspy and low. My cheeks burn with a blush, my hands go over my face.

His voice... it has always been really...

hot... sexy...

"Misa. I would like if you answered me instead of being weird." I immediately lift my head, regretting even thinking anything good about him.

"Sorry sir, they are really good. They are all excited about the festival." I smirk glancing over to him.

He swallows, then clearing his throat. "That's great. I will be the judge of that next week when I see them." He then glances over at me. His eyes give me a quick body check before looking back at the road.

I had to look away. I wanted to scream right then and there. I wanted to grab him and kiss him hard. But I would hurt him... which would hurt me.. and that would be really awkward.

"How have you been, Misa?" He suddenly ask out loud breaking the intense sexual tension in the air. "Fine? I guess?" I chuckle, I unconsciously begin to mess with my fingers.

"Wow.. You are just fine after everything that has happened?" He says in dead sarcasm. "Could you not be a total dick for just a few minutes? Or is that too hard for you?" I scoff shaking my head.

The truth is... I haven't really been fine every since that day. The only time Aizawa and I talked in the hospital room, we haven't mentioned it really since. Every night has been hard for me and my mind.

There have been nights where I tried to use my quirk on myself so I can get sleep at night. I would make myself hallucinate, which drains me mentally and physically. But at least I get 4 hours of sleep.

"I haven't been doing too well.." I reply, my head down. That's when I notice the car park as the engine kicks off. I look out the window to see that we are in front of my apartment. I look over at him to see him just staring at me awkwardly.

"O-Oh, thanks for the ride." I quickly unbuckle as get out of the car. "Hey." Aizawa calls from outside the car. "I can walk, but I need help up those stairs." I frown looking up at the stairs myself and then back at him. "You are coming up?"

He chuckles, rolling his eyes. "The only thing that I have been drinking was 1% milk and mineral water. I want wine in my system... and you are the best alcoholic I know in the city." I couldn't help but burst out into a laugh. Aizawa starts to laugh too. That moment was another moment of a few moments so far where I felt true happiness.

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His arm wrapped around my shoulder and the other wrapped around my waist.. We both walk up the stairs. "Damn, you're heavy." I scoff under my breath. "I'm heavy? You almost killed me in high school because you would always sit on me." A blush creeps along my cheeks again. "That is because your fat-ass would take my seat and you refused to move." He shrugs. "Fair point."

We finally reach my apartment door. He leans against the railing to rest and wait for me to while I dig through my bag to find my keys. I turn back to see him just watching me silently, his head tilted to the side. "Could you stop watching me? It's making me fee pressured." I sigh out as I aggressively continue to look through my bag again. "You wore a dress today? Even though you had to train?" He asks still examining me.

I look down to see myself in my skin tight, plain black dress. "We had a pro-hero meeting about the festival and we had to talk to parents too. Don't worry, I brought my training clothes to wear around the kids."