All or Nothing

16

She opened the door to reveal a nice traditionally decorated room with a kotatsu table sitting directly in the middle. The pads around it were maroon and the table was set with silverware and matching napkins, "Oh wow," I was in awe as we walked in.

The waitress shut the door behind us as Aizawa chuckled, taking a seat on one of the pads, and I cautiously followed suit, "I thought you might like something like your parent's house, but without actually having your parent on our date," He chuckled giving a general gesture to the room.

He was right about it being like home, "I love it."

"Good," he smiled as he messed with the silverware. After a bit the waitress came back and we ordered our food.

"Bakugo sure is a character," I stated, sipping my tea, "I feel bad for him though, he's just a kid and they chained him up like he was an animal."

Aizawa grimaced a bit as he set his cup down, "I told them there was a better way to go about it, but Bakugo just scares everyone with his temper."

I frowned, "I wish I knew a way to get through to him."

"I'd be surprised if you did," he sighed, "the only person that gets to him is Midoriya."

"Midoriya?" I repeated curiously.

"Yeah," he set his elbow on the table, resting his head in his hand, "they were apparently childhood friends; they were in middle and grade school together."

"Huh," I thought back to some of the classes I sat through were they interacted, "he doesn't seem to like Midoriya very much."

"Tell me about it," he looked exasperated, "it makes teaching these children ten times harder than it should be."

I smiled and chuckled softly, reaching across the table to caress his cheek, "You've got this, you are THE Aizawa Shota after all."

He seemed a little flustered at my words, but there wasn't time to process it since the waitress came back with our food.

The dinner was nice, we talked about a lot of things like the U.S.J. attack and college; we even talked about back in high school when we first met. Once we finished our food we left for the theater; Aizawa was, of course, being a gentleman and holding open doors along with buying me things. I protested when he bought me my usual theater snacks and drink because I knew how expensive that stuff was.

He just smiled at me and kissed my forehead, "We're on a date and I'm a traditional kind of guy, so I'm going to buy all of your stuff," he chuckled, picking up the snacks as I got the drinks.

"I mean," I huffed, pouting a little, "I guess but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna complain about it."

He laughed a little as we neared the screening room, "I know, but that's not gonna stop me."

We found our seats and got situated, Aizawa seemed a little flustered and looked like he wanted to say something, "You ok?" I inquired.

"Can I hold your hand?"

I nearly choked as I looked at him, he seemed embarrassed about even asking which caused me to grin, "Oh, Sho," I whispered softly, "you don't even have to ask."

He nodded a little, "Right," he smiled a little and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers as he looked off towards the screen contently. Watching his reaction made me melt a little in my seat as I looked down at our hands.

This was really happening, I was really on a date with Aizawa Shota. I centered my head towards the screen, but my focus was still on him. It all felt surreal; I'd had feelings for him for years and I was finally sitting here, hold his hand, on a date with him. When I would visit we would kiss sometimes, or just lay in bed together talking about stuff like this, but it was finally happening. I felt my face heat up as I noticed him look over at me with a soft expression, and wished my hair was down so he couldn't see it.

"Hotaru," shit I'd been caught.

"Y-yes?" My voice betrayed me as I turned my head to look at him.

He grinned a little, "You're beautiful."

It was taking everything in me not to shut down, "O-oh!"

He chuckled a little and leaned over, giving me a small kiss, "I love you."

I felt like melting on the spot, but I just looked up at him and nodded, "I-I love you too."

The movie was as expected; our favorite thing to do is sit in movies that we think will be terrible and make fun of it the entire time. Not in a giggly way, but in a 'they could've done so much better' or 'they fucked up the plot, it would've been better this way' kind of way. It was our kind of fun.

"What would you like to do now?" He inquired as we rode back to the apartments. I looked over at him, watching his face as he waited for me to answer. What did I want to do?

"We could go back to my place since Mic is probably home right now," I suggested, considering I really didn't want the date and our alone time to be over yet.

He nodded a little and soon enough we were in the parking spot in front of my apartment. We got inside and I shut the door, setting my keys on the side table and slipping off my boots. Shota slipped off his shoes and followed me to the kitchen, "Would you like some tea?"

He paused in thought for a moment, "No, I think I'm alright," when I got to the cupboard to grab a cup he nonchalantly placed a hand on either side of me, trapping me against the counter.

"Oh," I gasped in surprise as I felt a kiss on my shoulder.

"You don't normally show this much skin," he stated, his voice was soft but just as casual as ever.

I felt heat in my face and ears, thankfully I was facing away from him so he couldn't see, "W-well, I try not to hide behind clothes anymore."

He hummed a response and I felt him play with my ponytail a little, his lips grazing my shoulder going towards my neck. I felt like I was about to short circuit as I felt him kiss the side of my neck gently, "Every time I see the burn marks he left on you my blood boils a little more than it did before."

My brain kicked back into gear, processing what he said as I turn around to look at him head on, "Sho..."

"Hana..." he whispered softly, leaning back a bit so he could look into my eyes. He's normal tired demeanor had shifted to sadness and it made my heart hurt seeing him like that.

I reached up and gently brushed some of his bangs out of his eyes, cupping his face in my hands, "The damage had already been done before you arrived, you couldn't have stopped it."

He frowned and leaned into my touch with a sigh, "Doesn't make me any less angry."