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Suggestions Pls.

Trying to overcome writer’s block by working on a Kacchako one shot, but I can’t think of a good reason as to why Bakugou would skip school because he is extremely ambitious and studious??

I ALSO CAN’T SEE HIM GETTING SICK BECAUSE HE SEEMS LIKE THE TYPE TO GET OVER A COLD THROUGH SHEER WILLPOWER?!

help.

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Keiu: welcome rain

(Ch.1 of Levi/Reader Serein series)

Summary: Levi is haunted by the past. You are haunted by the present.

Genre: Slight angst/fluff

Warning: This contains spoilers from Wall Sina, Goodbye OVA 

A new day dawned with a light rain that chilled Levi in his sleep. Levi was slumped in his chair with a pen loosely held in his hand. The sound of rain on the roof was soothing, but it did little to comfort Levi from his nightmare.

His blood-stained clothes clung to him from the heavy rain. Levi felt his sanity slip when he found Isabel’s severed head. He threw himself into battle in a blind rage, not noticing how fast he was sinking into the mud. Levi was trapped, struggling to escape from the thick sludge of blood and muddy water.

“Levi?” Hanji knocked and waited.

He was always too late. Levi let out a strangled cry as he helplessly watched Farlan wave to him in their old farewell gesture.

“I know you’re in there! Your horse is still in his stable!” Hanji’s booming voice was muffled by the locked door.

The sound of Hanji slamming against the door woke him up. Levi looked startled for a moment and then composed himself. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out, letting Hanji tire herself out as petty revenge for being so loud in the morning.

Levi knew Hanji wasn’t here for an emergency because she would’ve announced it by now. The fact that Hanji was persistently banging on his door meant that she wanted a favor from him. Levi didn’t know what she had in mind, but he already wanted to say no.

The pitter patter sound outside his window combined with his lingering nightmare already put Levi in a bad mood. He didn’t have enough energy to be swept up in one of her crazy experiments again.

“I’ll buy you the rarest black tea out there!” Hanji pleaded.

“She must be desperate if she’s resorting to bribery,” Levi thought as he gave in and opened the door.

Hanji beamed when she saw Levi glaring at her with intimidating dull gray eyes, “Good morning Levi-”

“No.”

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” Hanji exclaimed.

“Don’t bother bribing me. You don’t even have that kind of money, moron,” Levi said in a grouchy tone.

“Geez, so boring,” Hanji lamented as she shrugged. Hanji slipped into the room before Levi could shut the door on her, making herself comfortable by the window sill as Levi returned to his desk.

"Get out now," Levi said. He was running out of patience for her childish antics, but Hanji ignored his complaint, too lost in her own somber thoughts. Levi sensed that her mood was shifting, so he sat back in his chair and waited. Some found it unnerving how quickly Hanji's personality could change, but Levi was already used to it. All he could do was respect the space she needed until she was ready to speak up.

"Levi, I need you to come with me to visit some families."

"Is that so?"

"Moblit is sick."

Levi just sighed in response and went into his bedroom. Hanji was unfazed by Levi’s silent treatment and continued talking, “I know you hate going out when it’s raining, but the others are busy and I rather not go through the ordeal alone-”

“Let’s go,” Levi cut Hanji off as he threw his green Survey Corps cloak on.

Hanji's small smile broke her serious demeanor. She knew that she could always count on Levi for help. Levi found Hanji's eccentric behavior to be annoying at times, but after years of working side by side, they shared a strong bond.

The light rain became a downpour as it splattered hard against his windows, drawing their attention towards the cold world outside. Hanji looked disappointed and said, “Ah, the rain got heavier.”

“Tch."

The wooden Pit Lidors sign was discolored from the rain. You ignored the ghostly children playing in the puddles and walked through the toddler who was hanging off the roof ledge. The tavern was filled with loud chatter and the clanking sound of glass. The laughing patrons paid no attention to you as you walked over to the stoic bartender who was wiping the counter.

“You’d better go around the back and get out of those wet clothes. You’re ruining my floor,” the bartender complained.

You peeled off your dripping cloak and dropped it onto the counter, “Here, it’s a gift from me to you.”

The bartender glanced at the puddle forming at the spot he just finished cleaning, growing annoyed with you for the umpteenth time. He was about to tell you off but you leaned forward, cradling the heavy hood of the cloak in both hands, “Carly told me to send her regards.”

The bartender’s eyes flickered down to the unusual sewed up hood and got the message. He carried the offending cloth to the back room and came out with a dry cloak and stale loaf of bread. You grimaced when you felt how stiff the bread was, “What kind of payment is this? It’s a brick!” You knocked the counter with the bread to prove your point, accidentally spreading crumbs all over the place. You offered him a meek apology and tried to blow the mess onto your hand, but you missed with crumbs now on the floor. The bartender kicked you out of the bar and slammed the door. The children near the tavern were startled by the harsh sound and started crying. The fact that they were dead slipped your mind as you crouched down to comfort one of them.

The small boy stopped crying when he saw you respond to his tears. “Y-you see me?” the boy asked in awe. You quickly stood up and backed away from him, realizing your mistake as the other kids started to gather around you. To your horror, they had you surrounded as they kept cutting each other off.

“Play with us!”

“Where’s mama?”

“Hungry…”

“I’m scared!”

Humanity was forced to abandon Wall Maria and retreat to Wall Rose after the Fall of Shiganshina. 20% of the population was gone after a failed mission to recapture Wall Maria. To the corrupt monarchy, it was a relief that the number of citizens went down.

They were more than just numbers.

They had a name and their own stories to share. Their last thoughts, greatest regrets, and lost dreams remained untold until you came along. People who lost their loved ones were overcome with anguish in their hearts, praying to see them one last time. The ability to see the dead would be a blessing to the heartbroken survivors. But, you saw it as a curse. You had the power to shape reality itself. Those who passed away were essentially alive as a mere shadow of their former selves.

You didn’t understand why you were bestowed with this gift, but you still wanted to help. You patiently listened to the spirits as they poured their sorrows on you. You hoped to reunite the ghosts with their lost families and friends. But as fate would have it, you were met with angry cries from the grieving families. The living scorned you, but the ghosts continued to search for you in hopes of a friend.

It became a burden to be the dead’s sole living confidant. You were tired of a responsibility you never wanted. You ran the moment the children’s chubby hands came up to grasp at your clothes. The sound of the rain was barely enough to cover their pitiful wails.

Unknownst to you, a young man with silver blonde hair sat perched up high on the roof of another building. He watched your retreating form, already forming a plan to have you join his group while his red-haired companion comforted the kids you had left behind.

Note: Hey guys! I feel rusty since it's been awhile since I wrote something. There are some parts I want to change because the characters seem a bit OCC to me, so this chapter will undergo a rewrite soon. The messages and comments I've received during my hiatus motivated me to finish this story, so thank you!! I hope you enjoyed this piece (۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶

P.S. there will be Levi/Reader interaction in the next chapter. Also, is it Hanji or Hange?? (I like Hanji better, but idk)

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if you're still taking requests, how about one where aizawa has like a bad day/week and its his turn to need comfort?

Thank you anon for waiting! I hope you liked this because I wrote this just for you! :)

Aizawa/Reader: Comfort Me

Summary: After the villain attack at the training camp, Aizawa turns to you for comfort.

You were startled awake, jolted from a hazy dream you couldn’t recall but you stubbornly kept your eyes closed. You reached out your hand for Aizawa’s warmth, only to feel empty cold sheets. The lack of warmth roused you from your groggy state, sitting up just as the bedroom door opened. A brief look of surprise flashed across Aizawa’s face before returning to his usual tired expression.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered as he crawled into bed.

You shook your head and plopped back into his arms. You were about to fall asleep when Aizawa heaved a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, muffled against his black pajama shirt.

“I have to get ready for the press conference soon.”

Oh.

You tried not to mention it around Aizawa ever since he came back from the forest training camp. When he came back from the whole ordeal, it broke your heart to see the despair in his eyes.

26 injured and 1 kidnapped out of the U.A. first-year students.

Aizawa didn’t talk about it, but you could tell Aizawa was frustrated. He was blaming himself, believing what had transpired was the result of his own shortcomings. You wanted to comfort him. You knew he tried his best to protect the students, but you couldn’t say anything.

What could you say?

You weren’t there to experience the chaos. You didn’t witness how brutal the villains were. You felt none of his emotions - fear, dread, bewilderment. You were just a blissful outsider to the villain attack at the training camp.

U.A. was going to hold a press conference to issue a public apology. Aizawa was going to attend despite his hatred for the media. He had to take responsibility for giving permission for combat. It was the best decision to handle the situation, but they were still teenagers, causing the public to criticize the school.

Aizawa felt his stress build up every time a hostile remark was thrown his way. He knew that you wanted to share his burden, but he refused to drag you down with him. You had nothing to do with this mess and he wanted to keep it that way.

Aizawa snoozed his alarm and carefully rolled out of your grip. He tried to be quiet as he got ready for the day, not wanting to wake you up since it was only 5 AM. Aizawa shaved off his unkempt facial hair and brushed his messy hair back. He paused as he was fixing his tie, wearily watching the lump on the bed turn over.

You were still sleeping as he silently locked the front door, bracing himself for the inevitable bad day.

Your knuckles were turning white as you clutched onto the remote, wanting to hurl it at the infuriating reporters.

You were furious.

People were treating U.A. as if they were criminals. You felt irritated at the reporter who was continuously picking on Aizawa. It was obvious that the reporter was looking for a heated response to use as a scandal, but Aizawa lowered his head and apologized for his incompetence.

You watched as the U.A. representatives left the stage, signaling that the press conference was over. You were about to turn off the TV when a “breaking news” flash caught your eye.

“Presently, All Might is battling with the villain thought to be the ringleader of the group!”

Wha-

“In a flash, half of the Kamino ward has been brought to a half-destroyed state!”

Your hands flew to your mouth as you gasped in horror.

On the other side of town, Aizawa and fellow U.A. teachers were watching the fight as well. Aizawa wearily stared at the screen as steam began to cover All Might, revealing his true form as his time limit neared its end.

All Might won the battle, but at what cost? The nation lost their pillar. This was the end of All Might’s era. The symbol of peace was gone.

Your eyes flickered to the front, a string of curses and jingling keys outside the door. The door creaked as Aizawa stepped inside, his hair back to its messy style.

Today was too much. The taste of victory was bittersweet.

Your heart sank at Aizawa’s hunched form. He looked so small. Tired of everything.

You quietly said his name. He dragged his feet towards you and fell into your open arms. You collapsed onto the floor under his weight, but you stayed there, running your fingers through his hair.

The two of you sat on the cold floor, letting the strain melt away as he found comfort in your embrace. Aizawa focused on the soothing rise and fall of your chest, matching his breathing to your rhythm. He closed his eyes and sighed. It only took a few weeks for everything to go downhill, but you were his anchor. As he listened to your steady heartbeat, he was reminded that even if life went against him, you would always be there to comfort him.

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Aizawa/Reader: Kitten Surprise?!

Summary: Reader tries to tell Aizawa that she’s pregnant but things don’t go as planned. 

Something was wrong with you. You weren’t quite sure what was going on though. Scrolling through the internet for answers led to the fruitful search of finding out you were going to die in a week. Shouta scoffed out loud when you told him the news in an attempt to humor your husband. That was a mistake you would never make again. It took you days to convince him that you didn’t actually believe what the internet said.

It was time to break the news to your husband again. But, this time it was happy news. You nodded to yourself, not knowing if you were trying to reassure yourself or the baby.

The baby.

You were quiet for a moment, grappling with the emotions bubbling within you. You tried taking deep breathes to calm yourself down, but it wasn’t working. You felt overwhelmed. You didn’t know what to feel.

Excitement?

Fear.

Your fingers curled tight around the pregnancy test. Were you and Shouta ready to become parents? You knew that you would do anything to protect the baby, this precious life that the both of you created together and you had no doubt that Shouta would do the same.

B-But, what if something happened? Shouta worked behind the scenes, but he was still a pro-hero nonetheless. Pro-heroes risked their lives everyday. What if Shou-

No, I can’t think like that. You shook your head to chase away the negative thoughts. It’s not like the two of you never talked about having children. The topic came up quite often, but those were plans for the future, not now. You’ve been together for over 5 years, but you guys were still settling into the marriage life.

You dragged your feet towards the couch and rested your head on the armrest. You remember that time when Shouta was idly spending his day off with you, cuddling on the sofa while watching TV. You got bored and turned towards your husband, snuggling in the crook of his arm while he lazily cracked an eye open.

“It’s too early,” Shouta grumbled, trying to turn the other way to go back to sleep. You snorted and climbed on top of him, “It’s noon. How is this spending time together if you’re just sleeping?”

Shouta tugged you down and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Date naps.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky response. The two of you didn’t say anything after that. You hummed in a soft tone while he leisurely played with your hair.

“This is nice,” you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hm.”

You smiled wistfully, “I wish it was always like this.”

Shouta stopped playing with your hair. “Is something wrong?” he asked in a slightly worried tone.

“Nothing’s wrong. I was thinking about the future. It might be too chaotic with a new addition. No more quiet moments like this,” you said, mindlessly twirling his long hair.

“Hm. We have to stock up on food,” Shouta mumbled.

“Think about noise.”

“And the clawing,” Shouta added.

“Yeah, the claw- wait clawing?” you quickly sat u  You quirked an eyebrow at your husband, “Babies don’t have claws.”

“I thought we were talking about getting a cat.”

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. Of course. You playfully slapped his chest when he gave you an amused grin, rubbing small circles on your back.

“Alright, cat mom.”

It was Shouta’s turn to let out a frustrated groan. “We agreed you would stop calling me that.”

You pinched his cheek and hummed, “But, it fits you. Besides, if we ever have children, they’ll be your kittens.”

Shouta muttered under his breath about your lame joke while your laughter became muffled in his tight embrace.

You gently rubbed your stomach, looking down with a warm and glowing smile. Just the thought of your husband filled you with so much warmth, erasing any lingering doubts in your mind. You loved him so much. He was protective of you. Shouta gave you a sense of comfort, even if he wasn’t by your side.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind and brought a mischievous smile to your lips. You happily sang to yourself as you bounced around the apartment to get the surprise ready.

You checked the time on your phone and then checked it again. Shouta was supposed to come home anytime now. You felt a sense of urgency the longer you waited, impatiently drumming your fingers on the table. You felt like you were going to burst from excitement. You wanted to record the stunned look of surprise on his face. Your face lit up with glee when you tried to imagine it. You heard the loud click of the lock and quickly scrambled behind the couch, peeking your phone out to capture the moment.

Shouta softly called out to you and shrugged his shoulders when you didn’t answer. He stifled a yawn and walked towards the TV to turn it off when he noticed the note placed on top of the assortment of cat-shaped cookies. You were pleased with yourself for coming up with such a clever line.

“We’re having a kitten”

With Shouta’s fond adoration of cats and the inside joke of him being a cat mom, you believed this was the most special way to break the news. This joke, although at Shouta’s expense, was something you two shared, making it more meaningful because it belonged to the two of you.  

Shouta munched on a cookie while he read your note. Your hands were beginning to tremble from holding the phone up so high, but you held your breath and waited. You were so eager to see the look of awe on his face. You were going to pop out of your hiding place and run into his arms. He would pull you close in an embrace, his lips warm against your forehead as he murmured in wonder-

Did he just n-nod?!

Your eyes weren’t deceiving you. Your husband had just looked around the room and nodded in the most casual manner. You were frozen to your spot, letting out a small noise of disbelief when you heard the door close. It felt like he threw cold water at you, still unable to move from the floor.

Your shock wore off, replaced by confusion. You knew he wasn’t upset, but the way he reacted was odd. Did he feel nervous too? Was he so overcome with fear that he felt the need to step out to calm himself? Shouta was good at keeping his expressions under control, but the idea of fatherhood must have cracked his impassive exterior. You didn’t blame him. You understood how that felt, the sense of dread made you doubt yourself. You wouldn’t let it do the same to Shouta.

Shouta would be a wonderful father.

You could see him sitting down with his shoulders hunched while your daughter played with his long hair, wishing that her hair was as nice as his.

You could picture your son chasing Shouta around in a game of tag. The small boy would stare at his father to erase his quirk, forgetting that the effect disappeared once he blinked. Shouta would play along to amuse him though.

You could almost trace the creases forming between his brows, frustrated at his chaotic teenage children. But, you knew that he would make sure the blankets were still tucked into the bed and kiss them on the head because he’s a softie.

You imagined Shouta giving away his daughter, trying his best to keep a neutral expression but wouldn’t be able to hide his teary eyes.

Your children would come to visit as the two of you grew older. You and Shouta would take leisure walks together, hand in hand, and enjoy each other’s company.

Shouta would grumble when his grandchild would refuse to let go of his legs. He would hold the rambunctious child in his arms, his gray hair shining in the sunlight as he leaned down to give him a peck.

That was the life you saw with Shouta. You wanted Shouta to see himself through your eyes. He would be an amazing father and you were determined to make your husband understand that he was more than enough. You would protect him from his self-doubts, just like how he protected you.

You jumped when you heard the sound of jingling keys. You steeled yourself as Shouta entered the apartment.

“Oh, there you are.”

You closed your eyes tightly and placed a hand over your heart, bracing yourself for the inevitable. Before you lost your courage, you quickly turned around to face him and felt your mouth drop.

Shouta was carrying a bag of dry cat food with a small bed lying beside his feet.

“We can get the toys late-”

Hysterical laughter filled the room, clenching your stomach to ease the pain. You felt your previous grievances melting away with every wave of laughter while Shouta looked on with wry amusement.

“What?”

“You’re such an idiot.”

Shouta flinched at your words, not understanding where this was coming from.

“I meant a real baby!”

Shouta paused for a moment and then cursed when he dropped everything on his foot, making you laugh even more.

“Wh-wha? W-we’re going to be-?” he stuttered as he ran towards you. He stopped in front of you and pulled you into his arms.

You cupped his face, looking at his slightly widened eyes, “We’re going to become parents,” you murmured in a gentle voice. A small echo escaped from his mouth and you smiled at his awed expression, “There it is.”

Before he could question what you said, you covered his lips in a long warm kiss and then another until you left him short of breath.

You leaned against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he tugged the blanket to cover you. He was tracing your mouth with the other hand, squeezing your lips to make you look like a fish. Shouta chuckled when you glared at him. You abruptly sat up and looked at your husband, who gazed at you from down below.

“How come you didn’t get the inside joke?”

“It doesn’t work if it’s one-sided,” he said dryly.

You wanted to be offended by his comment but couldn’t when you heard his soft laughter. His strong arms slipped around your waist, drawing you back against him. Shouta rested his chin on your shoulder and lowered his hands to slowly rub your belly.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up, “Thank you.”

You tried to turn around to face him but Shouta tightened his grip, preventing you from moving. You were about to say something when a small strangled noise stopped you. You were rendered speechless, his tears slowly making your shoulder wet. You leaned back and looked up at him, wiping the tears from his cheeks. Shouta looked at you with watery eyes and in his look, there was nothing but love and gratitude.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, murmurs and whispers about the future you would share together.

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(Upcoming) Keiu: welcome rain

Levi x Reader one shot

Titans aren’t the only monsters roaming in the midst. Tormented ghosts linger within the walls, haunting the living in anguish. You saw your ability to see these spirits as a curse until the day you come across Levi and his two floating friends.

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Aizawa/Shy Reader: Silent Love

Summary: Shy reader tries to tell Aizawa “I love you.” 

Twit’s Note: I was in the mood for fluff. This is partially inspired by the time I confessed to the guy I liked and my voice cracked smh. I was so nervous that my stomach started hurting and I got gassy. Yep.

P.S. to the lovely anon who requested a bad day Aizawa fic, I'm still working on it. I’m a slow writer, but thank you for your patience. :)

You bounced on your feet, trying to ease the nerves before your boyfriend arrived. You two planned to meet at the train station to go on a one-year anniversary date, but since Aizawa still had work the next day, it was going to be a day trip. You were too excited and came to the meeting spot early. In your haste, you forgot to bring a jacket so now you were standing in a train station with beach clothes. It was a one-piece swimsuit and you were wearing a skirt, but you still looked out of place with bright clothing in the dreary station. You averted your eyes when you caught another person curiously staring, rubbing your sweaty palms on the colorful skirt. You were shy and it got worse when you started dating Aizawa. Stuttering words. Sweaty hands. Queasy stomach. Prolonged silence. Avoiding eye contact with your own boyfriend. The usual.

People often teased you for still being nervous after dating for so long, but Aizawa would reassure you that he didn’t mind. Aizawa described you as a strange combination, sometimes shy, sometimes bold. You would unconsciously say the boldest things, making it Aizawa’s turn to turn red.

You felt the phone vibrate in your pocket, “Sorry, running late.” You let out a breathy laugh and smiled, texting him an okay sign. Just thinking about Aizawa helped calm you down a bit. He was a strange person too, making you calm and nervous.

Aizawa usually ran late or canceled on you last minute due to his job(s). But despite his chaotic schedule, Aizawa tried to find ways to spend time with you and it made you appreciate him even more. Sometimes when you got really jittery, he would treat you with special care, brushing your hand and talking about the simplest matters to calm you down.

There was one thing that bothered you: you never told him I love you.

You loved Aizawa. Of course you did.

But whenever you tried to express your feelings, you would get too shy and mumble off, averting your eyes to look at anything but Aizawa.

Aizawa said I love you first, thinking that you were asleep when he murmured those words. When you opened your eyes in shock, Aizawa blankly stared back and then tucked you into his arms, grumbling that you tricked him. A man of few words, Aizawa expressed his love in his own quiet way and so did you.

Covering him with a blanket while he stayed up grading papers.

Keeping a thermal mug by the open window whenever he had patrol.

Your favorite way to express your feelings was squeezing his hand three times as a signal for I love you. Aizawa never mentioned it because he probably thought you were squeezing his hands for reassurance. You had hoped these small gestures made Aizawa feel loved and cared for. But now you were ready. You finally felt confident enough to tell Aizawa you loved him.

You got startled when Aizawa called out to you in his deep baritone voice. You turned around and sighed in relief when he wrapped his arms around you, surrounding you in his warmth. Aizawa smiled at your adorable act and quickly kissed the top of your head. Aizawa frowned when he spotted someone eyeing you and glared at the person. You sensed the shift in his mood, curiously raising your head to look at him. Before you could open your mouth, Aizawa suddenly wrapped one of his scarfs around your neck and tugged you towards the train.

You watched as people began to fill the train. You were beginning to feel uncomfortable from the stuffy air and loud chatter, burrowing into the crook of Aizawa’s neck to hide. He kissed the top of your head as a quiet apology for the inconvenience (neither of you had a car) and held your hand for the entire train ride. You ended up falling asleep to the sound of his soft breathing.

The next thing you knew, you snorted in surprise when Aizawa nudged you awake, wiping the small trail of drool from your mouth. You whined and quickly covered your mouth to hide your embarrassment. Aizawa didn’t say anything, but the amusement in his eyes said otherwise.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, holding out one of his capture weapons. You gave him a small nod in return and closed your eyes, allowing him to blindfold you for the surprise. He grabbed your hand and led you out of the train station. Despite Aizawa’s careful guidance, you nearly fell face first when you tripped over something. He muttered an apology under his breath, picking you up to carry you the rest of the way. You rested on Aizawa’s shoulder, gently tapping on his chest I love you I love you.

You heard the sound of splashing water as Aizawa waded through it. You yelped when he set you down, surprised by the cold water above your ankles. You felt Aizawa tug on the makeshift blindfold and your eyes widened at the scenery before you.

The sunset painted the sky shades of pink and red while the last rays of the sun gleamed on the ocean surface. The waves came towards you in a magnificent blue hue, forming white foam as it broke around your legs. But beyond the stunning horizon and the sea was something even more breathtaking.

Loose black tendrils fluttered around his face as the ocean breeze ruffled through it. Aizawa stared out to the horizon, face aglow from the setting sun. His lips bore the resemblance of a smile, enjoying the fresh air and steady rumbling of the sea. Aizawa slightly turned to face you as you stepped towards him.

“Do you like the view?” Aizawa drawled. You knew he wasn't talking about the ocean from his teasing tone and the smug grin on his face wasn't helping either. You felt your face heat up for being caught staring, but you didn't turn away this time. You were too distracted, completely mesmerized by your boyfriend. You always thought Aizawa was handsome, but right now he was more than that. He looked so relaxed as he stood in front of the sunset, casting an ethereal glow on him.

Aizawa suddenly cleared his throat and took your hand in his, trying to hide the fact that he was beginning to feel flustered from your unbashful staring. The sudden movement jolted you out of your entranced state, feeling the usual nervous butterflies coming back once you hit reality again.

This is the moment I've been waiting for! I have to tell him now!

“Aizawa!” you said louder than intended. You cut off Aizawa before he could reply, desperately wanting to get the words out before the nerves got the best of you, “I- er well there’s something I wanted to say - I you know-” you stammered out, clenching your eyes shut out of frustration.

Aizawa remained quiet but squeezed your hand in silent encouragement.

“I-I love you! I really do! I love you so much!” your voice cracked, slightly out of breath from the words that rushed out of your mouth.

You shot him a confused look when he started to chuckle. He looked on with a knowing smile and silently brought your hand to his lips. You continued to stare even as he took hold of your other hand. It was only when he steadily squeezed your hand three times that your eyes widened in surprise.

“I know. I’ve always known.”

You didn’t answer him, standing there with your mouth open in shock that your secret was exposed. Aizawa nonchalantly shrugged and pressed a firm kiss on your lips to break you out of your trance. You bit your lower lip as your eyes started to water, tightly holding his hand as he said, “I love you too.”

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Aizawa/Reader TMNW: Ch.9 - Last Misunderstanding

Summary: You misunderstood.

Ch. 1 l 2 l 3 l 4 l 5 l 6 l 7 l 8

After that day, something changed between you and Aizawa.

You woke up to a post-it note stuck on your forehead, “The front door automatically locks, so I let myself out.”

You looked at the time and scrambled to get ready, thinking that it was going to be like any other day.

Only if you knew.

You sat on the floor as the fan blew your hair all over the place, moving from left to right. You hoped that the fan would cool you down, but it couldn’t beat the humid summer nights. You frowned at your phone, confused as to why Aizawa never replied to you. You decided to call him but ended up on his voicemail. “Hey, is everything alright? Call me back when you’re free!”

One Week Later

Perplexed. Irritation. That’s what you’ve been feeling for the past week.

No warning.

No answers.

Nothing.

You absentmindedly stirred the drink in front of you and sighed. Your dejected expression didn’t go unnoticed by Present Mic.

Present Mic looked conflicted. He knew that for some reason Aizawa was avoiding you. He thought things were going well for you two, but did he miss something? Present Mic frowned when you sighed again and hesitantly waved his hand in front of your face to get your attention.

You slightly flinched in your seat and tried to hide your inner turmoil with a weak smile. Present Mic flashed you a wide grin, trying to lighten up the mood. The clinking of the spoon against the table blended into the chatter murmuring around the coffee shop.

You fiddled with the napkin in your hands, “You said you wanted to tell me something?”

“Ah yeah about that…” Present Mic trailed off as he dug around his jacket for something. His face lit up when he pulled out a slightly crumpled envelope, “For you, my dearest fan!”

Your lips quirked up at his enthusiasm and ripped the envelope open to read its content, “Pro-hero Award?”

Present Mic bobbed his head up and down, “The ceremony is held when the school year ends. I’m hosting the ceremony again. Wouldn’t it be fun? You’ll get to meet your idols!”

“That’s not why you’re inviting me though” you bluntly stated, feeling your patience waning. Present Mic flinched from the cold tone of your voice. Present Mic and Aizawa were best friends and judging from Present Mic’s track record, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was up to something. You didn’t mind his schemes because he always had the best intentions at heart. But, this was a problem concerning you and Aizawa. You didn’t want to bring Present Mic into this, dragging the best friend to be the middleman. Both you and Aizawa were mature adults and you were going to work this out yourself.

“Look, I apprecia-,” you began before Present Mic interrupted with both his hands up in surrender.

“S-sorry. I’m sorry, okay? He doesn’t know I’m doing this. I’m not meddling this time. I was just hoping going out would cheer you up,” Present Mic confessed.

You buried your face into the napkin and groaned. Aizawa’s prolonged silence was leaving you irritable. What was wrong with you? You just assumed the worst of a hero you claimed to admire. You suddenly felt guilty for your harsh words, the shame evident on your face because Present Mic reached over, patting your shoulders with an understanding expression.

You thanked him in a weak voice, clutching the invitation to your chest. Present Mic merely grinned over his drink and gave you a thumbs up.

You initially thought Aizawa was busy, but now it was clear he was ignoring you. You didn’t know why. What happened to make him change so drastically? W-was he just playing around? No. Something must have happened and you were determined to get to the bottom of this.

You glanced around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive hero but he wasn’t there.

You found Present Mic gurgling his throat beside the stage entrance, unintentionally making him choke when you called out to him. After he recovered, he shouted a loud “HEEEY” to much dismay of those around him. You couldn’t help the laughter that came out of your mouth.

You carefully tucked in your dress as you sat down on a plush chair. It was a formal event and you didn’t want to dirty the gown you were wearing. It was too beautiful to ruin (and a rental).

You were trying to flick off an invisible speck when someone tapped you on the shoulders. You tensed, thinking it was Aizawa and came face to face with a well-groomed gentlemen. Since it was a formal event, none of the heroes were wearing their costumes, making it hard for you to figure out who was who.

The man before you was tall and muscular. His short spiked black hair framed his square features. He introduced himself as Ingenium and you gasped, recognizing the name of the Turbo Hero.

Unknownst to you, Aizawa had finally arrived at the party, sleepily rubbing his neck as he dragged his feet to the back of the room.

Ingenium was telling you how his little brother crashed into a tree because he couldn’t turn well. You were shaking your head with a smile and froze.

You felt someone’s gaze on you, so intense that it sent cold shivers down your spine. You turned and saw Aizawa leaning against the wall, swishing a glass of wine in his hand. He was wearing a suit with his hair brushed back to reveal his handsome face. He slowly shifted his gaze towards you and you felt your mouth run dry. He had a dark look on his features. Aizawa pushed away from the wall and stalked towards you. His face remained impassive, bored even, but his eyes were swirling with so many emotions. You stopped breathing when he reached for your hand, giving Ingenium a somewhat apologetic look before he dragged you away from the party.  

You snatched your hand away the moment the two of you stepped outside onto the balcony. You could faintly hear the lively applause from Present Mic entering the stage, but you focused on the brooding man before you. Neither of you spoke, allowing the gnawing tension to grow.

It was quiet.

You clicked your tongue in disappointment and turned to leave when Aizawa finally spoke up, “Wait.”

Your hands clenched into a fist to restrain your anger, “Wait? I’ve waited for you this whole time! For something! Anything! You can’t ignore me and then expect everything to be okay!”

You choke back a sob, finally releasing some of the pent-up frustration inside of you. Aizawa stayed in place, not even flinching from your outburst.

“...Why?” your voice was small, pleading for an answer. You kept your gaze steady on the ground, tensing up when you felt Aizawa’s firm chest pressed behind your back.

“You’re upset....” he trailed off, wrapping his arms around you.

You swatted his arms away as you swiftly turned towards him, looking wounded by his nonchalant response. Your lips were trembling, “Is that it? That’s all you have to say? W-Was I the only one-?”

After a moment of silence, Aizawa shook his head, “No.”

“Then why are you pulling away?! I like you and I know you feel the same!” you cried out, gripping his shoulders. You were hurt. Empty. You felt Aizawa slipping away even though he was right in front of you.

“I called you so many times. I tried to reach out to you, but you never did the same!” you hissed out when Aizawa remained still.

His facade finally broke when he brought his hands up to massage his temples, “I was planning to, but….”

“But?” you bit your lip, hoping that there was still a chance.

Aizawa tightened his jaw before letting out a sigh.

It was so quiet that you almost missed it, those empty words that stabbed through your throbbing chest, “It’s a waste of time…”

Oh.

Your hands fell limply to your side. You felt hollow. You couldn’t move. A mixture of pain and humiliation washed over you. You felt your eyes closing in defeat, missing how Aizawa’s eyes widened in alarm.

“I t-thought we had something real when it wasn’t?” you rasped out, blinking away the tears streaming down your face, “Aizawa, I’m sorry…. I-I guess ruined everything.”

You felt ashamed, getting carried away by yourself. Your chest heaved and you gasped for air. You couldn’t control your emotions anymore, pressing your hands to your chest as you sobbed.

You waited and waited, but nothing.

You opened your eyes and whimpered when you got your long awaited answer. Aizawa wasn’t even looking at you, averting his gaze to the side with a pained expression.

You clenched your hands, releasing a shaky sigh.

You were heartbroken.

Completely wrecked.

But you scraped what was left of your pride and walked away, not even sparing the man who broke your heart another glance. If life finally went your way, you never wanted to see him again.

Aizawa whispered slowly, his voice hitching in his throat as he watched you leave, “I’m sorry.”

[twit-writes]

Whenever I take the train back home, I’m constantly torn between

A: I hope I meet someone on this train! Maybe we’ll get along and become friends?

B: Omg please don’t sit next to me. I want to sit alone.