Request/tags: @reality-is-often-disappointing
Summary: After some tough weeks at work, a haircut you weren’t really proud of and some mean comments, you breakdown under the pressure. Luckily, Aizawa is there to comfort you.
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Your breath was shaky as you doodled something on a piece of paper, in an attempt to distract yourself from the blue emotions whirling in your head. You got a haircut recently that wasn’t perfect, but was okay, in your opinion. Not everyone seemed to agree. You had a few negative thoughts when looking in the mirror, and the comments you gained from certain family members managed to bring you down a lot.
In another time, you would have resisted better, perhaps, but you did have some difficult weeks at work that didn’t really help your mood up, either. Eventually, you felt your emotions get the best of you. You felt how the lump in your throat grew tighter and more irritating as your eyes began stinging. God, no, you thought.
For a moment, you checked your phone. It was 5 PM and you expected your boyfriend, Aizawa to enter the house any minute. He finished his classes around this hour, and you hoped he wouldn’t get called for a Pro Hero meeting, patrol or some other job-related business that evening. Those things usually ate up all the evening (and often the night as well), along with all his energy. You wondered, for a moment, if it was selfish of you to ask this much from the universe. In truth, it wasn’t. The unverse seemed to notice your struggle, as keys jingled in the front door, allowing the person you were expecting to enter the house.
“Y/N, I’m home!” He called out, tiredness audible in his voice.
Youbit your lip, unsure how to respond for a moment. You didn’t want to worry him, but God you needed a hug and some reassurance from him.
“Eh… great!” You said, your voice slightly hoarse from the lump of emotions in your throat, “How was your day?”
Aizawa sighed as he took his jacket off. As much as you tried, you still couldn’t fool him. He’s known you for a solid five years now and dated you for three of them. He probably knew you the best.
“My day was fine, the usual schoolwork.” he said as he walked up the stairs. He pushed the door to your office open and looked at you softly. “Now, how was your day?”
He walked up to you and rubbed your back slowly. You always found it comforting but this time, even if it still remained comforting, it only resulted in you bursting in tears.
“Oh dear,” he muttered, “Oh no.”
“I- I’m sorry,” You said. God, you felt like a burden.
“No, no, don’t apologise. Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong. Come, let’s lay down.”
You stood up slowly and let him carry you to your bedroom, taking slow steps between sobs.The two of you lay down in bed as, unnoticed until then, your cat, a fluffy grey Siberian tomcat named Pogo, followed you into your bedroom. He jumped on the bed at your feet and looked at you curiously, probably wondering why you were so sad. If he could’ve fully understood why you were so upset that day -and week, to be fair- he would’ve said the nicest things to you.
Luckily for you, Pogo was a smart cat. He knew you were upset and although not knowing why you felt the way you did, he made sure to cuddle to your feet, rubbing his fur to your legs. It was something that resulted in you snorting a little in amusement, much to everyone’s relief.
“So, what happened?” Aizawa asked, playing with your hair.
You began to tell him all about those mean comments you received from your family, the tough days with school in which you were literally drowning under the work and pressure to get all your tasks done and the insomnia nights in which blasting music in your earphones felt like the best medicine in the world against the endless daylight frustrations and occupations. Aizawa smiled, a soft chuckle escaping his mouth.
“Silly kitten,” he said, calling you the nickname he always used when amused with you and comforted you, “Going through all this and telling me nothing? Those people who raised you must be blind and dumb. You are beautiful, especially with this new hairstyle. It gives you a fresh look, you know? A cool look. It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful. Whatever you do or say is already perfect.”
“But… that won’t stop them from being rude to me.”
“You’re right. They might not stop. But let’s try not to put their comments to the heart, shall we? You have me with you.”
“Good girl, kitten,” he said.
He bopped your nose and wrapped his hands around you. You pressed your head against his chest. Through his soft, dark blouse, you could hear the rhythmical, calming beats of his heart.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he whispered in your ear, “I promise, Y/n. Everything’s going to be okay. I love you.”
