Special Needs ~ Aizawa Shouta x Reader

13. Plot

Even if they were together now, nothing much changed in their life. There were cute morning texts, flirty talks, kisses, cuddling, napping together, dinners. It was all work, home, work, home yet again. And Y/N didn't like that. Yes, she was happy with Aizawa, she was happy that finally she could show her love. And the woman was actually surprised by how affectionate the man was. Not like she was complaining. Y/N knew she'd never get tired of him and that she'd give her all for him. But something was missing. There was a certain emptiness that she couldn't figure out. Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was how simple everything was. Perhaps it was the fact that she still held back. Perhaps it was the fact that she still lived alone. The weekends were filled with schoolwork, at night they were both tired, at school they were both busy or surrounded by other people. The struggle was real. 

Aizawa had the same problem. Something was missing. He was definetly happy, the happiest man on Earth, but he was not satisfied. He wanted to be able to spend more time with her. To do more things with her. To listen to her more. To see her more. It was new to him, being this greedy. But it was only natural, after all they were in a long-postponed relationship. But rushing things was something that would scare her probably, so he decided to take it slow, hold himself back a little longer. Set things at her own pace. 

Yet, Y/N had decided to do the same for him. 

It was Friday night and they were both beaten from work. Aizawa had practical classes too today so he was extra tired. Yet, more grading awaited him at home. U.A. was hard on the staff too. Y/N had to prepare a few new programs and her report for the usual Monday meeting. Also, another stack of expell documents. 

The man had put his hand on her thigh while she was driving, looking at her focused figure while drifting off to sleep. Home was not far, but he didn't want to go home without her. Yet, they both had too much work on their hands. Her voice broke the gentle silence between them as she looked at him for a brief moment. 

'Hey, Shota, do you remember how we used to study together?' 

'Of course I do. What about it?' his tone was a lot more tired than hers. 

'Well, it doesn't have to be tonight but... Do you wanna work together while we're at home? We can't help each other, but we can at least spend some time together.' her smile was shy, as if she was asking about something so impossible that he wouldn't even think about it. But his response was nothing like she imagined. 

'Yeah, I was actually wondering about that too.' his gentle smile reassured her, as the woman took a glance at him again. 

'Okay, then I'm gonna drop you off and-' 

'Can we be at yours actually? I mean, my apartment is messy and smaller.' 

'Sure!' it was even better for her. 

They reached his apartment and she parked outside the building, waiting for him to grab his things and come back. As soon as he was back, Y/N noticed that it wasn't just schoolwork he was carrying. He had a small bag in which he carried his pj's and clothes for the next day, along with any other necesseties. And a big f/f chocolate in hand. Her eyes widened as she leaned in to hug him, then kiss him, and again, and again. He was still outside the car, bent inside, losing himself in her taste, her scent, her touch. But they realized where they were and stopped themselves. 

'Sorry, I might be a bit touch deprived.' the woman looked away as she played with the keys. 

'I gave in too.' he sighed, realizing the situation. Holding back was hard. He wanted to take her there and now, yet it was not reasonable. At least in his eyes. 

'Thank you, Shota.' Y/N smiled and started the engine again while the man was getting in the car.
The ride to her apartment was silent again. They silently went in the flat. Both headed towards the kitchen.
'I have instant ramen for dinner, you want some?' the woman was too tired to eat, but she knew that he wouldn't let her off without eating.
'Sounds good.' the man sat down on the couch while his girlfriend was preparing dinner.
Honestly he wished to go help but it was too much trouble for his tired state. He started to drift off and almost fell asleep but Y/N woke him up with dinner. She sat down next to him and he put his free hand on her thigh again. The woman chuckled and went on with her dinner, while Aizawa was still trying to focus on it.
After a silent dinner, they both pulled out their work and tried to finish it. Believe me, they both did, but it was way too hard. Aizawa was lost in her presence, just like Y/N was lost in his. The woman would sneak glances at her boyfriend from time to time, wishing to cuddle with him or kiss him or both, or make out with him, or even more. Her thoughts were becoming more and more indecent as time passed. The way his fingers moved along the keyboard of his laptop or gripped the pen, the way he tried so hard to stay awake, the way his lips parted to let out a sigh from time to time, the way his hand gripped her thigh while he was reading something. It all made her forget about work.
And finally she spoke up.
'I can't like this, Shota.' Y/N sighed, looking at him.