This can be described to be just a mix of lemon, smut and a whole package of fluff. Some chapters may bridge into others as reference or just continuations from our favorite classes such as 1-A and 1-B!
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However, I will take reques...
~ Y/n's Age: 24❤️ ~Aizawa's Age: 26 💛 ~ You're both attending a local college in L.A. ~ You're majoring in theatrical arts ~ While Aizawa is majoring in General Art ~ Neither are virgins ——————————
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{Y/N's} POV: Done! My final page is complete and now I can finally freshen up for my date- i mean *coughs* my rendezvous with Aizi. I clicked my pen and toss it in my bag and rushed my essay into it as well, noticing a crumble on the side of the assignment. Neatness is the best policy but in this case being attacked by Aizawa isn't on my bucket list. So I brush it off and rush a quick peek at my clock.
The time displayed was 3:30.. .
Of course I'm late. I should be fine, he wouldn't possibly do any damage to me right?
As three million outcomes and scenarios invade my mind, taking it places I rather not think about, forcefully takes hold over my mind and drags me into overwhelming thoughts.
Thinking of it now, it's only ten minutes, which is ten minutes of my ass being handed to me on a silver platter, orrrr where I could be admiring his most recent drawings/projects with a nice cup of apple juice to accompany it. Aizi better be grateful that it wasn't thirty to forty-five.
Hopefully, he's peacefully waiting for me at the window with his hot coco. And luckily, since it's only seven minutes away i should be fine in the snow.
I'll make it up to him. I say putting on my fur coat, comfy-warm hat, and my black, furry boots. I grab my keys from my kitchen's countertop. I swing the keyhole around my pointer finger and then clutch the keys within my palm. I grabbed my scarf from the wall and opened the door placing my keys in my coat pocket..
Once the door was open, I felt a slight chill go against my forehead. I look at the shoes that were covered in snow, his slender black jeans that gave a washed out look compared to its original color. His blue jean jacket's furry collar was drenched in water, along with white particles. His faded beard and mustache connected. Finally, I was left with his beautiful midnight eyes. Both shined with sparkles of the moon.
"It was Aizawa..."
For five whole seconds the environment felt cold and quiet. All I could stare at was his damped hair and pumped lips. Aizi pushes two big strands of hair behind his ear and directs his eyes up towards mine. My heart starts to flutter and I flinch a little making my cheeks turn red. Tension broke and he began to speak...
"What happened to catching up at Lola's, {Y/N}?" He says with a subtle but worried tone. I calm myself down by thinking of something else besides his heart throbbing stare. I fiddle my fingers and stay quiet I honestly believe this is where I die.
"{Y/n} if you had decided to leave me in the shop by myself then you could've called or texted me in advance before I purchased both our drinks!"while holding up two cups one hot cocoa, and one apple juice.
