All I Have Is All You Gave To Me [Young!Aizawa x Reader]

31 Machinehead - Bush

For our love, for our fear

For our rise against the years and years and years

We were late. We were going to be so late. Again. It was the first day of school and we had no reason and no excuse to be late. Shouta and I had both gotten to school super early, but then we had discovered that little corner under the stairs where barely anyone could see you and we had gotten a little carried away.

And now we were running late. It was especially awkward, since it was the two of us. If it had been us and Hizashi or Oboro, it wouldn't have been as weird. But Shouta and I never had a problem with being late (unless we were with Oboro, of course). This would just look bad for both of us.

"Come on, come on, we might still make it!" Shouta said and grabbed my hand, as we bolted through the hallways. There were a few older kids that shouted stuff about no running in the hallways and all that kinda crap at us, but we were kind of in a hurry. I probably looked like a mess anyway.

"I swear to God, Shouta, if you left hickeys on my neck..." I replied, panting. Why was this school so damn big?

"I did. I'm sorry. We're here." he said and stopped dead in front of the door, opening it and walking inside. He had let go of my hand and I was quickly trying to sort out my uniform, because it looked messy as hell.

"(L/N) and Aizawa. Both of you are even later than Shirakumo and Yamada? I'm disappointed." I heard the voice of our teacher. Shit. I looked up, blushing a little as he mustered both me and Shouta. He didn't look impressed at all. I was racking my brain for an excuse.

"Sorry, Sensei, we both missed the train this morning and decided we'd walk. But we kind of miscalculated." Shouta said quickly. That was actually a pretty good excuse and would explain why we both looked kind of messed up. But unfortunately I could see the teacher's eyes wander to the hickeys on my neck. And I started blushing violently. Damn it. This was embarrassing.

"I'm sure you did. I'd almost believe you two, if Yamada didn't give me the same excuse just before the summer break. I kind of expected better of you two, especially (L/N). Go and sit down. It's the first day of the new year, we don't need to waste any more time than necessary. And (L/N)? Fix your uniform, what are people supposed to think? That you've fallen out of bed?"

I sighed and nodded, quickly brushing through my hair with my hands, tying the tie again and fixing my blouse, before plopping down into my seat. All this was beyond humiliating. I glanced over at Shouta who gave me an apologetic look. He seemed to feel truly sorry for me.

"Alright, seems like we can finally start your second semester at U.A. We'll focus more on your training this semester, so you can get your provisional licenses early next year and then start trying to get into work studies after the Sports Festival. It might take all of you some time, but you should be able to get an agency to do a work study with before the summer break. I'll go through the curriculum for this year and then through the plan for the final exams..."

I zoned out, as our teacher started getting into details about the upcoming semester. Maybe not the best thing to do, but I really couldn't be bothered to listen to all this, when I knew we'd be getting handouts with all that stuff black on white anyway. Plus, I still felt embarrassed.

I sunk further down in my seat, trying not to think about what everyone else might be thinking about me now and whether there would be any rumours or whether they would make some snarky comments at Shouta and me later. We had agreed to not outright tell people that we were a thing now, but if they asked, there was no point denying it. It seemed like a good plan, since no one talked much to either of us anyway, but right now, it made me even more nervous.

"Hey, (F/N)..." I heard a whisper from the seat next to me. It was Shouta. He was leaning over, glancing up to the front of the class where our teacher was writing something on the blackboard.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You look pale."

"Yeah, I'm fi-"

"AIZAWA! (L/N)! Didn't you have enough time to talk on the way to school, if you were walking together? Considering how long that took you, I don't know why you still have the need to talk during my class. You're both just hellbent on detention, aren't you?" the teacher snapped at us.

I jumped a little in my seat, not prepared to be yelled at on my first day of class after the summer break. I heard people whispering behind me and I could distinctly hear Yuki giggling. I rolled my eyes. Thankfully the teacher didn't see that or I would have gotten another lecture.

"Sorry, Sir, that was my fault. I asked her a question, she just answered me." Shouta replied quickly.

"Aw, your boyfriend's taking the blame. How cute!" Yuki whispered behind me. Well, 'whispered' was an exaggeration. Everyone could hear it. Thankfully, our teacher could as well.

"Oyama, you have something to say, too?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. He really wasn't in a good mood today.

"It wasn't me!" Yuki protested and I could hear her ram her elbow into Hideko's side. She gasped quietly.

"Uhm... it was me, Sensei." she then replied. Our teacher looked at both of them, obviously not believing a word they were saying.

"Ken? Are you sure about that?" he asked.

"Uh... yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." she answered. Why was she sacrificing herself for Yuki like that? It was pretty dumb. Honestly, Yuki had just become a total bitch over the last summer and I had no idea why or how.

"Alright then. Since you seem so eager to talk to Miss (L/N), you can join her and Aizawa in detention for the next three days. Now if I could get on with my lesson, I don't have all day..."

I gulped and turned my head to look at Hideko. I felt sorry for her. She was still super attached to Yuki and she'd do anything Yuki would say. And now she had to sit in detention and I felt like it was all my fault.

'Sorry.' I mouthed. She saw it and just rolled her eyes, looking away. I sighed quietly and turned back to the front. I really hoped homeroom would be over soon. This whole class had not gone as expected and it really, really sucked that Hideko got pulled into this whole mess with Yuki and me.

I absent-mindedly felt the hickeys on my neck. They were still pretty tender and hurt, even if I only gingerly touched them. I hissed when I lightly pressed against one that was particularly bad.

Hizashi, who had heard me, turned around, looked up and down my neck and then gave me a big grin and two thumbs up. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, before burying my face in my hands. Why was this entire day just so humiliating? It had barely even started and I already felt like going home, pulling a blanket over my head and crying for the rest of the day.

I glanced over at Shouta, who was busy taking notes (or pretending to take notes) and watched him continuously tuck a strand of his raven black hair behind his ear, but it kept falling into his face. He seemed to be getting more and more agitated with it, because it was just at that awkward length where it would be annoying in his face and not long enough to stay out of his face.

With a sigh I took one of my bobby pins out of my own hair and quickly put it down on his desk. He gave it a confused look and then looked back at me with a grateful smile, before trying his best to put it in his hair and make it stay in there. It was difficult not to burst out laughing.

After many unsuccessful tries he had finally managed it and could take notes without being disturbed by loose strands of hair. And I had a clear view of his beautiful, sleepy face that was framed so nicely by his black hair.