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Aizawa

Author's note: This is going to be a fluffy one shot, because people are shit and I need comfort, enjoy.

"Get off of my desk."

"But, Shota, I don't feel good."

"I told you to stop calling me that."

"I'm not your student anymore, why can't I?"

"Y/n, I have paperwork I need to finish and you laying on my desk isn't helping."

You smiled at that, knowing that even if you weren't on his desk, he wouldn't be doing his work. Turning your head, you looked at him. His tired eyes, the scarf around his neck, the comforting soft clothes that smelled of books and coffee.

"But I don't feel good."

"Then go home."

"Walk me home."

"Y/n, no. It's late and I just want you off of my desk."

"Walk me home and I will, if not, I'll sit on you instead."

Aizawa sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling, likely questioning your friendship. He looked back at you, his face hardened.

"Let's go."

On the walk home, you walked in silence. It was a very comfortable one, you were wrapped up in your thoughts and he probably was too. Looking at the night sky, you noticed the stars that littered across it and the bright full moon.

"Have you ever wondered that if we can see the shapes of the craters on the moon, how deep it must be?"

Aizawa stopped walking and he looked at you questioningly. It looked as if he was going to say something, but kept walking. You walked behind him, the wind blowing his coffee scent towards you. You made it to your door and Aizawa stood there. He turned to walk away.

"Hey, come inside for some coffee."

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"I don't feel good, you have to. Who knows, I might trip and die once I walk through the door and you won't know because you wouldn't come inside for a cup of coffee."

He huffed, "And they call me sadistic."

You laughed softly and opened the door for him, "Come inside, I don't bite."

Aizawa walked in muttering to himself, "Why do I have a feeling that that's a lie?"

You made Aizawa the promised cup of coffee and sat to join him, it was quiet again. You didn't really have anything to say at the moment, which for Aizawa, it was concerning.

"You're quiet."

You looked up from your cup of coffee and looked at him, "I told you, Shota, I don't really feel the best."

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

You put your hand on your chin, leaning on it. Tilting your head, you subconsciously appreciated this quiet moment with him. Aizawa was leaning back in your chair, head snuggled in his scarf with his cup of coffee in his hands. You smiled, grateful for even small moments like these.

"Why don't you like me calling you that? Is it because I used to be your student? It was ages ago since you were my teacher I don't need to anymore. Do you not like your name? I do, I think it suits you very well."

He looked up from his cup of coffee, feeling a soft sort of feeling in his chest. He knew there was something wrong with you, any other night and he would've walked home. Glancing at you with a soft look in your eyes, looking so vulnerable, especially when you called him Shota. It made him feel so warm deep in his chest and he felt things that disarmed him. He didn't like it.

"Thank you for the coffee."

Aizawa got up to leave and he walked to the door. You snapped out of your daze, wondering why he was leaving so abruptly. Aizawa went to turn your door when he felt you tug on his jacket.

"Look, I really don't feel good. I...don't want to be alone right now. Uhm, I'm not sure what to do, but please keep me company a little longer and I promise to let you go. I know you might be uncomfortable, but..."

You buried your face in his back, squeezing his shirt tighter. Your voice croaked,

"I really don't feel okay, this won't mean anything, Shot-... Mr. Aizawa."

He turned, looking down, his face was hard. Aizawa walked towards your couch and sat down. He looked at you expectedly and you felt confused. Aizawa pulled at your hand and you fell on his lap, straddling him, but it didn't feel sexual. He put his warm hand on your lower back, pushing your chest towards his. You got the hint and hesitantly laid your head on his shoulder. His hand started rubbing slowly up and down on your back.

"If you mention this to anyone, I will deny it to my grave and then bury you in one."

You laughed quietly, his words being the complete opposite of his actions. Your head snuggled further into his shirt, your face was buried in his neck and scarf. Your nose was over ran with his scent. You smiled, smelling coffee beans and clean laundry. He was warm.

Your eyes watered, feeling his warm body surround you. His hands traced circles on your back, while his other hand rested on your thigh. You just laid there cuddling him, suddenly the tight feeling in your chest slowly eased away with his warmth. A tear slipped from your eye, landing on his neck.

"Talk to me."

You whimpered softly, "People suck, Sho-...Mr. Aizawa.

Aizawa's hand paused momentarily, before continuing with mindless strokes.

"I don't like people."

He chuckled, "I understand."

You looked up at him, his hair surrounding his face. For once, his facial features were softened, as if he too, decided to momentarily drop his guard.

"Am I weird, Shota?"

His lips turned into a soft smile, he kissed your forehead softly.

"Yeah, you are."

You laughed and poked his stomach, "Ass."

"Want to know something, y/n? Something that I'll deny for the rest of my life?"

You smiled again, enjoying the look on his face and nodded. In a soft deep tone, he looked into your eyes and said, "Your weirdness is why I enjoy having you around."

Your eyes watered again, burying your face in his neck again so he couldn't see you cry, you tightened your arms around him. You stayed like that for a while.

"Tell me another."

His head was rested against the top of your couch, it looked as if he was almost asleep.

"Tell you what?"

Your stomach fluttered at his gravely voice, you whispered, "Another secret. Just one more, please, Shota."

Aizawa peeked one of his eyes open and looked at you, he sighed deeply, the look on your face made his chest explode with warmth. Maybe it was because he was half asleep, or that he hadn't felt such intimate contact with someone in so long and it was the warmest he'd felt in years, but he complied. He sighed again, turning his head to look back at the ceiling.

"When you call me by my first name, I don't tell you to stop because I don't like it. I tell you to stop, because it makes me feel urges that I'm not familiar with. I'm not sure why, but I wonder if your lips are as soft as they look, or if your hands are warm or cold, or what in the hell you're thinking."

He looked back down at you and everything he said rushed through him, the uneasiness in his chest eased when he saw that the troubled look in your eyes was gone and your mischievous smile was back. You laid your head by his ear and whispered,

"Thank you, Shota."

Shota responded with a turn of his head and the soft press of his lips against yours.

This was about my issues, but I hope y'all liked it lmao I have one more sasunaru to write then I'll focus more on mha.

Also I want to start taking requests so write a message if you want to read something specific