𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || ꜱ. ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

Night

"Yuri, hey. Look I'm just calling to say I'm coming home now. So don't do a me and try to murder the person in the kitchen." I sighed leaving my second message. For someone who seemed to be on her phone all the time, she wasn't very good at picking up calls.

I'd borrowed a pair of drawstring joggers that fell low around my waist and an oversized jumper from Scarfy of which I had to roll up the long sleeves.

I chuckled to myself, knowing full well that I was going to continue to call Shota Scarfy. Whether he liked it or not.

It was early April and a slight breeze hit my cheeks, kickstarting my slow waking up process, which was extremely slow today since I'd been awake for about an hour. I blame it on Shota's bed.

I couldn't help but appreciate the new blooms on the cherry blossoms that littered the streets. They weren't fully out yet, but the little peeks of baby pink were visible and already started to brighten up the roads.

I arrived at my apartment building and shook myself out of my thoughts. Home sweet home.

Yes, Scarfy's bed was just as comfortable as my own, if not more so, but I missed the feeling of being home- even though it had only been one day-.

I walked up the stairs and shook the door handle, satisfied that the door didn't swing open.

Yuri remembered.

I smiled and unlocked the door.

"Hey, Yuri! I'm home!" I called, "I tried to call you but you wouldn't pick up your phone, you've really gotta work on that, thought you were dead for a hot second." I looked around the apartment, observing that the whole place was cleaner than I usually left it.

Yuri had obviously gotten fed up with the mess and took matters into her own hands.

"Yuri?" I got no response, so I assumed that she had gone out.

I walked over to my door and pulled it open. Yuri obviously hadn't got to this room yet. The sheets were messily strewn about the bed and added to the mess, throwing my bag and then myself on top of it. Letting myself back into the confusing spiral of what many call thoughts.

Shota Aizawa huh. Why do I trust you?

I wore a mask for a reason, in a way it felt slightly cowardly, but I knew it made sense. It gave me a way to separate those two parts of my life, letting me relax. If no one knew who I was, no one could hurt the people I care about.

Somehow I'd trusted this man enough to take off my mask.

And I didn't regret it.

I realised that I had subconsciously begun to smile and groaned.

Stop it, you're not in some cheesy rom-com.

So to distract myself from the warm feeling in my stomach I decided I would put my costume back into my wardrobe and then shower.

I opened the door to grab a hanger and instead grabbed the arm of a slightly shocked man.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I shouted and pulled the guy out, thrusting my knee into his groin and throwing him to the ground.

Glaring at the man groaning on the floor, I recognised the short buzz cut black hair.

"Sawako? What the fuck?"

He grunted in response still cradling his nether regions.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and forcefully pushed him into the wall.