The Onyx Desire Of An Onyx Heart [Aizawa x Student! Reader]

2: Tragedy of The Bento

It's a Wednesday when (Name) prepared her bento, smiling to herself as she closed the lid filled with rice and eggs and other foods. Unlike that embarrassing encounter recently, she was actually dressed in her school uniform before departing. Having such a pretty lunch to look at filled her with ease. Little did she know, there was going to be a tragedy with that bento.

The keys jingled in place as she locked her apartment, and her mouth opened to greet her teacher. "Good m-"

Oh, he wasn't there. Her face fell, she almost forgot he had to leave earlier. He was a teacher after all, so he had to in order to get the lesson plan prepared. Dusting her skirt off, she headed to school.

It was a particularly bright day, as Spring was just coming around. School was getting started, and she was adjusting back into life here alongside her friends.

"(Name)! Tell me you brought something tasty!" pleaded one of her friends during lunch, waving his arm around. His friend next to him seemed displeased by the attention being gathered from his action.

"Relax Mirio," she smiled, dashing over to the table. "Of course I did. Here, enjoy-"

And then she slammed into someone, tumbling to the ground and bringing the bento with her.

"(Name)! Are you okay?"

Her knees stung a little, but it wasn't all that bad as the cafeteria floor wasn't something to be scared of getting injured with. However, seeing the mess that had become of her previous pride, now scrambled on the floor, her eyes began to pool with tears.

"M-My bento," she gasped, about to cry.

"Oh, uh, I'm really sorry," said a scruffy voice above her.

She looked up, ready to cry very hard at the perpetrator, but tensed up seeing the apologetic homeroom teacher. Aizawa had already kneeled down, scooping up the remains of the food into the box as he muttered apologies. The files he'd been carrying were placed on the ground.

"I wasn't watching where I was going," he admitted, and handed her the box. It felt a lot like someone was giving her a body part to a deceased family member from war. "I take responsibility."

But he was so serious, she almost laughed. "It's alright. It's my fault for running so carelessly too."

"(Name), are you okay?" Mirio went up to her, offering a hand.

"Mhm, don't worry," she assured, taking his hand and standing back up. "Thank you, Aizawa-Sensei."

The taller male simply nodded, back on his feet. "Mm. If you need a lunch replacement, let me know."

"Oh, I'm fine, but this guy," (Name) gestured to Mirio, who tilted his head curiously. "He's got the one who's got am appetite."

"Hey!!" he gasped, offended.

"Alright then," Aizawa looked at them, adjusting the files under his arm. "It was nice seeing you two."

"Bye, Sensei!" waved Mirio and (Name) as he walked away.

At their lunch table, their black haired friend mumbled with remorse. "It's a shame about your lunch."

"Not at all, Tamaki," she insisted. "I'm just glad Mirio here will take time to appreciate my wonderful cooking."

"I can appreciate your cooking without having it stripped away from me!" Mirio pouted, before swinging an arm over her shoulder. "And you say that, but weren't you crying when it fell over?"

"H-Hey!" (Name) blushed.

The day went by pretty calmly, her classes were still ordinary while being mixed with the curriculum of a support course student. The first years this time again were energetic, but she could keep up with them just fine.

Walking down the empty halls, she hurried to catch her train. The bento incident didn't end up being as big of a deal as she thought, and she hardly thought about it. Tamaki had been generous enough to give them some of his takoyaki, which they were both thankful for.

Cooking was something she did every day, but it was only the same meals each time. She would throw in random things so Mirio wouldn't notice, but it was easier to make something homemade that didn't require so much effort such as sandwiches or something. But it's not as if she was bad at it.

Her mind went back to what she said to Aizawa before as she exited the school gates. It wasn't exactly a lie, but something her mouth had said in an effort to excuse her if it went poorly. In the end, he declined though, so it didn't actually make a difference.

There was a golden glow on the city as she went home. Maybe she should try asking again?

Quickly, she shooed away those thoughts. No meant no, so she wouldn't push it. It must've been awkward enough living next to someone that went to the same school right beside him, so really, she shouldn't make a big deal of it.

But even so, (Name) couldn't help but wonder what kind if face he'd make if he enjoyed eating the food she made.

"You're walking home?"

A black car pulled up beside her, surprising her, until she realized it was him. Speak of the devil and he shall come, as the saying goes.

"Yeah," she nodded with a smile, stopping to face him. "I can go on my own, so don't worry about it, Aizawa-Sensei." She gave a polite bow.

The male in the driver's seat stared blankly, both worrying her and making her feel a little self-consciousness, until he rose his chin.

"Na. Let me give you a ride, to make up for earlier," he said.

"I'm not bothered by it, really," (Name) tried to protest. He was going out of his way though, when he'd shown no interest in her previously. Maybe 'interest' wasn't the right word? Well, would it be rude to turn it down?

"Um, actually," that thinking only took two seconds, but she fretted she'd kept him waiting. "Yeah, um, that would be nice."

"Great. Sit in the back seat, I don't wanna look at you," Aizawa stated bluntly.

Oh, maybe it was actually just pity. (Name)'s eye twitched with agony at his stoicism, but complied and hopped into the back seat.

It was springtime. The cherry blossoms would begin to bloom shortly. (Name) that in mind as she gazed at the brown trunks that had yet to mature on the way home.