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

18: Frantic And Messy

(Name) woke up from a about forgetting to turn in her books from the public library at 7:30 in the morning.

In a frantic, disheveled mess, she scavenged her backpack and rushed to search for the date. The date, date, date, date, when was the return date?

"IT WAS THE OTHER DAY!" (Name) screeched in horror, but quickly shut up when she remembered how early it was. It would be awkward bumping into someone in the morning, so she'd prefer not to.

She quickly threw on pants and a shirt with some English words she couldn't read, but thought it over. It was a free day, and she had a healthy wallet. She made Yen eyes with a ka-ching sound as she fantasized about how she could spend the day. Classes had been wearing her out, and trying to stay focused on that was hard. But she made it through the week! Time to celebrate by decimating her allowance.

And so, she wound up dressing better than planned. Slightly embarrassing, but she'd gotten the habit of over dressing after several instances of under dressing. Now attempting to please onlookers was more of a psychological habit to make sure no one got mad at her like when she was young.

'When she was young.' When did she stop being 'young'? Had she become an adult already?

Her pace faltered up the sidewalk as she did the mental calculations. She was top of her support class, but still forgot to turn in books on time and cried when she saw a rat. Last time she checked, those weren't traits usually found in adults.

Hm. Adult. Her eyes wandered up to the sky, cloudy and grey for how the hou was rounding up to 8 soon. The adults she knew, she respected very much. Through experience, she'd learned there was more than on the surface within the exterior of a person who's collected decades of experience compared to her. That put her and the general definition of 'adult' on two different levels.

(Name) pursed her lips curiously. If she looked up it up in the dictionary, what would the textbook definition be for 'adult' anyway?

The streetlamp indicated she was allowed to cross, and so she did. The train station wasn't that far away now, and she started to miss pulling up to that place and sitting, or even standing, along side different people. There was something very sonder-like about it.

Wow, she was doing great keeping her mind off of things! How great would it be if she kept up this energy for the rest of the day-

"Get in," said a suspicious looking man in a car.

Wait, that wasn't a suspicious man! "Aizawa!"

(Name)'s cheer was silenced like a drummer grabbing a string after it'd been strummed, and she was mortified. What was he doing? Here? Of all places? God just loved rocking her shit up, and at this point, there was little use in arguing with what fate had shoved into her arms.

She became stiff, but recognized the same awkwardness in his arm propped up and resting on his window, and cheek resting on his balled up hand. He was looking to the side. If she was the same person from her first year, she wouldn't have noticed that he seemed slightly nervous.

"Um. . . What are you doing here?" She chose to ask the first thing that had originally come to mind.

"Since I'm in charge of 1-A's dorms, I'm restocking the kitchen," he explained nonchalantly with his usual tendency to keep his eyes half lidded.

"Oh, so grocery shopping?" (Name) asked politely, her own usual tendency even when she pretended be mad.

"Basically, yeah." Aizawa scratched his neck, then glanced at her with a mature face. It didn't help her racing heart. "Get in. I'll give you a lift to wherever you're going."

(Name)'s stance wavered, and she swallowed. "Ah. . . Um. . ."

And then she was in the passenger's seat.

It was so abrupt she couldn't say no! Actually, it was more like it was so easy for her to comply with whatever he said, it kind of pissed her off! (Name) fidgeted for an off switch to this useless functions.

"Why are you twitching like that?" he rose an eyebrow at her.

(Name) glared, pointing at him. "You're taking at advantage of me."

"I'm what???" he almost choked out. Poor Aizawa hadn't even said anything.

He chose to ignore what she said and didn't give her a chance to refute. "Where were you going with that bag?"

He quickly scanned the bag at her feet, and she followed his line of sight, lifting it a little. "Oh, this? I'm turning these into the public library."

"We already have a few at UA. How come you didn't borrow one from there?" he asked. It wasn't condescending, rather of sincerity but with that slightly sarcastic way of speaking to her he often had. She was happy that hadn't changed.

"I actually borrowed these from a few months ago, before-" Summer break, or when all those weird things happened. "-June. Like in May, you know. And I've been a member since elementary, so it's just natural, since the schools I used to go to didn't let me check them out for more than two weeks."

"Then you've borrowed them for a significant amount of time." Aizawa paused in a way that indicated he had something else he wanted to add, so she didn't speak and let him. "When you were in elementary, I was debuting as a Pro Hero, you know."

"Yeah, I know," she said rather shyly, which she wasn't very much of around him. "Fun fact." She lamely attempted to diffuse the tension.

Aizawa had his eyes on the road, and was squinting. It wasn't meant at the road, but at her. "When you say something like what you did, I don't really understand how you could feel that way."

That was likely to be the case. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put that on your conscious, but I. . . wanted you to know how I felt, but I was too afraid to tell you. More than that, I was afraid. . ." She couldn't finish it with 'I'd never get to know what you thought,' but was unable to muster the courage. Knowing right now felt scary.

"That much was obvious, since you said it twice in such a short amount of time," Aizawa remarked casually, prompting (Name) to blush in embarrassment, as well as pout.

"You don't have to remind me," she whined.

He glanced at her quickly again. He looked as though he was going to ask her something serious, but changed topic at the last minute as they approached the public library. "We're here."

The car parked in an empty spot in front of the building. (Name) made sure her card was in her pocket and stepped out, before being surprised that Aizawa had stepped out too.

"Oh, you're coming too?" she asked.

"Is that a problem?" he said.

"No, I was just wondering." So even something like that can make her feel happy when she had such feelings for him. Maybe she should ask him directly and get it over with. There was a fantasy she had about him saying yes, which she occasionally daydreamed about, but it was often discarded with the grim logic that overtook her that something like that was unlikely to come true. It hurt.

Even so. She foolishly allowed herself to ponder the 'what if?' that she was still desperately searching for, deep inside.

Aizawa opened the door for her and she stepped inside.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

It was moderately empty, which was good. Now all she had to do was return the books. Then move onto what would happen afterward.