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[13] Shouta Aizawa

A/N: Requested by Weebthemeh! Hope ya enjoy the surprise 😏.  Y'all are adults in this.

"Aizawa-san?" I ask, noticing a familiar head of unruly black hair.  He turns to me, giving me an uninterested but curious look.  "L/N-chan?" he replies in monotone.  I chuckle shaking my head.  "I thought somebody looked familiar," I smirk, looking at his face again.  I notice all the scars on his face and the way the past decade has treated him.

"It's been a while huh?" he asks, trying to make conversation.  "Haven't seen much of ya since graduation.  How's teaching?" I smirk, nodding my head at his face.  "Better than being a full-time pro hero," he sighs taking a look around the market we happened to meet in.  "I'm sure I get paid better though.  Plus, you have to babysit all day.  What's so great about that?" I ask, still curious as to why he decided to teach for a job.

"I get to nap during work," he shrugs, looking off into the distance.  I burst out laughing, keeling over from his honesty.  "I'm sure that makes up for the brat's behavior," I wheeze, continuing to cackle.  I can begin to sense his unease so I erect my form and wipe the tears from my eyes.  I notice he has the faintest blush on his skin; I've never seen him blush before.

"Hey, how about we grab some drinks this weekend?  Just you and me?  I'll pay," I gesture forwards with my hands, giving him another smirk with a playful tone to my voice.  "Sure, but I'll pay for my own drinks," he replies curtly.  "Sweet!  Let me grab your number because as time has passed I'm sure you've changed it," I say, stepping closer to him. 

He pulls his phone out, handing it to me.  I pull my own phone out, putting my number in, and then sending a jumbled text to myself through his phone.  "I've got to pop off but I'll text ya the location tomorrow!" I shout over the crowd as I slip away.  Who knew getting a date with a hot teacher would be so easy?

On Saturday~

I walk to my favorite bar, a pep in my step, and a hum to my voice.  I texted Aizawa-san to let him know where to meet, which he still agreed to.  I smile, thinking of all the memories we have together.  He was my upperclassman by one year; someone I idolized and always made sure to bother.  He was attractive to say in the least.  And even though he's aged, he's aged well and filled out his form.

It's an understatement to say he's dripping in sex appeal.  He has this lazy, tired vibe to him, but that doesn't mean he won't put effort into a relationship.  He's capable of human feeling like everyone else.  I failed to see that when we were both actively trying to become pro heroes in high school.  I had chosen to observe from a 'friend's' perspective, not admitting my true feelings because there was much more important things to worry about as a high school student.

I shake my head at the silly thoughts, having wondered if asking him out on a whim was too forward.  If he wasn't comfortable, then he wouldn't have agreed to get drinks with me.  I burst though the bar doors, puffing out my chest.  "Y/N!  It's nice to see you again!" the bartender calls out to me.  "Nice to see ya too Haru-san!" I wave back to him.

I plop myself on a barstool in front of him, leaning forward.  "Just you tonight?" he asks curiously.  "Nah, I've actually caught a hot date," I smirk, waggling my eyebrows.  "Can't wait to see who it is," he waggles his eyebrows back and we pause before cackling in a cacophony together.  "Once he actually shows up that is," I sigh, slowing my labored breathing.  "You mean if he shows up?" Haru-san teases, causing me to role my eyes.

"I've known him since high school, he wouldn't dare ditch me unless absolutely necessary," I inform him with a knowing look.  "Uh huh.  Sure~" he drags out the last syllable.  The doors open again to reveal Aizawa-san in all his glory.  "Welcome-"  "Aizawa-san!  Up here!" I call out to my childhood crush, patting the seat next to me.  He nods, shoulders hunched forward as he walks up to me.

I spin around, waiting for him to seat himself.  Haru-san just oggles Aizawa-san from his spot cleaning glasses.  "Nice to see your hair back and you rested up," I compliment him, having noticed these things about his appearance as soon as he walked in.  His eyes widen at my observation skills.  "Keen eye Y/N-chan," he compliments me in return, using my first name.

I smile smugly, looking at Haru-san who doubted that I actually had a date.  "May I get you two something to drink?" Haru asks after clearing his throat.  "Pomegranate mimosa for me please," I ask politely, looking to Aizawa for his answer.  "Sparkling cider please," he asks and Haru walks off.  "I pegged you for a beer kind of guy Shouta," I say, beginning a conversation.

"Nah, that stuff is way too mild and bitter for me.  I prefer fizzier, lighter alcohols," he tells me.  "I can see you like fizzier drinks too?" he assumes from my order, the mild blush having reappeared on his cheeks.  "Correct you are, I like fizzy alcohol with sweeter hints of flavor," I reveal to him.  "So where have you been in the last decade?" he questions me.  "All around the world actually.  There are so many different kinds of societies out there, and every one that I visited intrigued me," I pause to catch my breath.

"America is definitely amazing, as is all of Europe.  They're such higher class societies with so many different, interesting cultures.  The third-world countries in South America and Africa made me sad though.  I was just glad I could help them," I smile fondly at all of my memories from my travels.  "Why'd you come back home then?" he asks, surprising me.  He normally isn't very talkative, at least from what I remember. 

"Family.  They weren't happy about me travelling worldwide to help society, especially since they want me to get married and have children here in Musutafu," I sigh, chuckling sadly.  He nods in understanding, looking at Haru as he brings our drinks to us.  "Thanks Haru-san," I grin, sipping my mimosa.  The bubbly fizziness trickles down my throat delightfully and I can't help but moan in delight.

"Amazing as always!  Thank you so much!" I exclaim, causing Haru to blush embarrassingly.  "Ain't a problem," he says, bowing before tending to other bar-comers.  Aizawa and my banter continues for the next couple hours.  We discuss work, his teaching career, and gangs I had to deal with.  And with our stomachs and systems now satisfied with our alcohol intake we decide to pay and take our leave.  "Thank you Haru-san!  I'll be back another time," I say as Aizawa and I walk out the door.

"Want me to walk you home?" he asks, offering me his hand.  I nod, gingerly slipping my hand into his.  His skin is rough and calloused but comforting, and warm.  We walk silently as I lead us to my family's estate.  It isn't too much of a walking distance from the bar, only five minutes or so.  "This is me," I say, slipping my hand from his to open our front gate.  "Wait," he says, holding onto my wrist.  "Yes  Shouta?" I ask, turning to look at him. 

He stares at me blankly for a moment before leaning forward and pressing his lips to my forehead.  I stand silently, accepting his display of affection.  "Let's do this again some time," he smiles, walking away without another word.  I stand in a stage of processing before fangirling like an idiot.  Maybe my love for him will be returned after all this time.