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

39 Shame - The Smashing Pumpkins

You're gonna walk on home

You're gonna walk alone

You're gonna walk so far

You're gonna wonder who you are

Fake blood was a total pain to wash off. I realized that when our class was packing up from this year's school festival. We had decided to do a haunted house type thing, which meant we'd all be pretending to be corpses or whatever scary stuff we could think of. Everyone agreed that Shouta didn't need much make-up anyway, just some fake blood, and he'd be looking like a corpse already.

But now that we didn't need to scare people anymore, we really had to wash off all that fake blood before venturing out into the streets. People would freak out if a bunch of kids from U.A. were just walking around looking like they had been murdered. It wouldn't be a good look for the school either.

So here I was, trying to scrub a particularly bad bit of fake blood off Shouta's cheek. I must have been scrubbing pretty hard, because he kept flinching away from me. It was weird, almost like it hurt more than it really should. I was trying to be gentle after all and I didn't think it was hurting that much.

"Are you okay, Shou? Maybe we should just leave that bit, I can't seem to get it off and it looks like I'm hurting you..."

"I... I don't think that'll come off. I told you 10 minutes ago. Let's just go home." he muttered, as I took a closer look at his cheek.

"Hold on, Shou, is that... is that a bruise on your cheek?" I asked. It had been difficult to see earlier and it wasn't easy to distinguish between the fake bruises and the fake blood and real blood.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." he replied and ran a hand through his hair, effectively hiding the bruise.

"Shou, don't even try hiding this from me. You got hurt. What happened?" I wanted to know. Something was wrong, I knew it. He had been acting weird, since I had brought up meeting his parents.

"Nothing. I was training and I fell. That's all." he answered. I raised an eyebrow. He was training? And fell?

"You fell on your face? And it left a bruise like that?" I wanted to know. He looked at me nervously.

"Yeah." was all he said.

"Shouta, don't lie to me. We both know that that excuse is bullshit. What really happened?" I asked.

"I tol-"

"Fuck, no. Shouta, please, tell me what happened there. Was it... was it something to do with your family?"

He looked away from me and sighed. It was almost as if he was embarrassed, but I didn't get why. He knew he could trust me, didn't he? I just wanted him to be okay, to feel good and not to hurt.

"What's it to you?" he muttered under his breath. I pulled him into a close hug, running my hand through his hair.

"Shouta, I care about you. I care about you so much. Please tell me what's going on. I thought... I thought we could trust each other." I said to him, feeling my voice getting shaky. I was scared of what he would tell me, to be honest. Of not knowing how to react or what to do or what to say.

"Fine, I... it was..." he started and then took a deep breath, holding me closer to him and drawing little circles on my back.

"It was my dad. He was... drunk and he got angry with me. It's not too bad, though, I got away quickly." he continued after a while. I buried my head in the nape of his neck, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. How pathetic. He was the one that had gotten beaten at home and I was here, crying. I just... I felt so sad for him. And he sounded like he was so used to it, too.

"Shou, I'm so sorry... I..." I started, but I really had no idea what to say to him. I just hugged him tighter, if that was even possible.

"It's okay. I'm used to it. Not the first time it happened." he replied with a sigh. I looked up at him.

"Shouta, that's terrible! Isn't there... isn't there anything you can do? Is there anything I can do?" I asked. How could I even start to deal with this? Was there anything I could do? I really wanted to help, but I just didn't know how. It was like I was completely lost, even though I cared so much for him.

"It's fine. I've gotten used to it. I usually just stay over at Oboro's place if I need to get out for a while. And it doesn't even hurt that much anymore." he replied, looking indifferent. I couldn't believe he never told me. Or rather that I had never noticed. What kind of girlfriend was I?

"Shou... why didn't you tell me about any of this? You can always come over to my place. And if there's anything I can do to help, just tell me, okay? I can't believe you didn't tell me..." I muttered, as I gently cupped his bruised cheek and ran my thumb over it. It did look pretty bad.

"It's fine. I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything. And it's fine, I can just stay at Oboro's."

"Shouta, his place is so far away. I live right around the corner from you. You can stay at my place." I told him. Why would he not want to stay at my place? I was literally a few streets away.

"Your parents already hate me enough." he muttered.

"They don't... They don't hate you. Plus, you can always sneak in through the window. You know how to get in, don't you? They won't even know you're there." I said. I didn't mention that my parents weren't too thrilled about him being my boyfriend. I never thought they were judgmental like that, but apparently I had been wrong. My dad definitely didn't approve of Shouta and me dating, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. All he could do was be grumpy.

"You'll get in trouble if they ever find out. And they definitely don't like me. They're right not to, I mean... I'm not from a good family, I bring a whole lot of issues with me and... well, my Quirk is more of a villain Quirk, isn't it?" he replied with a sigh. I shook my head and pulled him closer to me.

"Don't say that. Don't ever say that." I muttered, before pressing my lips on his. My heart felt like it was going to burst with all this emotion. It was like anything he said just made me love him more.

"It's true, though..." he replied, when we separated. I rested my forehead against his and shook my head.

"It's not. Your Quirk? It's amazing. Your family? Not your fault. And my parents can't tell me who to date, okay? You're the most amazing person I have ever known. And you will be a hero some day, okay? You'll be a great hero, because you're a great person, Shou." I said, almost bursting into tears.

I just couldn't comprehend how Shouta could think so badly of himself and how anyone could hurt him like this or how people could tell him all these things... especially now when he was looking at me with so much sadness in his eyes. It wasn't often that I saw him this vulnerable.

"You... you mean it?" he wanted to know.

"Of course, I mean it. Every single word. Fuck, Shou, I care about you, I really do." I answered.

"I care about you, too, (F/N)... more than you can imagine." he replied and pulled me even closer into him. Our lips met and I didn't know how long we were there, just making out, but after a while we pulled away from each other, trying to catch a breath and panting loudly. Shouta smiled slightly.

"Come on, let's get out of here. Before they lock us in." he said.

"You think they'd actually lock us in?"

"I wouldn't put it beyond them."