Young Aizawa crushing on you Part 3
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Aizawa who doesn’t realize just how deep his feelings for you go until he sees Sensoji trying once again to chat you up. Of course, you look bored out of your mind, borderline annoyed. Was it so wrong for him to feel this way? He hoped not, not after how close the two of you had gotten recently. He hates the bubbling heat in his stomach, how his guts feel like they’re twisting, the cold sinking feeling in his blood. He can’t stand it. Cannot stand the look on that guys face, how he really thinks he has a chance with you. And while yes, you don’t look particularly happy about the situation you find yourself in, you’re entertaining him, letting him ramble on. He hates how he wants to march over there and tear you away, but he knows he can’t. Knows he technically has no right, how Sensoji will probably just make things worse. He can feel his friends' eyes on him. Watching him stare at you, unable to look away.
Aizawa who doesn’t know what to say to get his friends to lay off of him. He’s completely exposed himself to them, that much is clear. All those little things that had built up, that had now become far too hard to deny; and clearly the blush on his face only made it all the more obvious. He was whipped. In way too deep. So instead of denying it, he stays quiet. The silence, enough of an answer on its own. Because yes, they were right. Their teasing would only get worse from here on out.
Aizawa who continues to walk you to and from school everyday. Though now that you’ve become closer, you bring him into your home every so often. When you’re both not busy with your work studies. Spending a couple hours each week “studying” but it usually ends up with the two of you chatting about literally everything else, even if it’s mostly you doing the talking. He enjoys those days. Spending his time sitting on the carpet on your bedroom floor, directly across from you; your textbooks long gone.
Aizawa who’s heart flutters at the sight of that stuffed cat lying against your pillow, tucked under your blanket like you’d set him up comfortably before leaving for school. He likes snooping through your room when you step out. Noting all the small trinkets you’ve got lying around, all the books lined up along the shelf. The clothes thrown lazily like you were in a rush out the door this morning. He can’t tear his eyes away from all the little gifts he’s given you. Your bedroom looks about how he’d expected it to. It suits you perfectly.
Aizawa who freezes up when you move to your bed and pat the space beside you, like you expected him to join you. His mind races far too quickly to even comprehend how long he’d been silent for. He doesn’t even register the silence until he hears your laugh. It’s then that his body finally moves, he’s uncharacteristically clumsy. But when he finally sits down, it’s not weird, it’s not awkward. It's comfortable, like he was meant to be here, right next to you. It doesn’t come as a surprise when you lean into him, he’s far too used to it by now; but what does come as a shock to him is the way his body leans right back into yours, like you were meant to fit together. He doesn’t even remember when he fell asleep. He just remembers waking up in the morning to the sound of your alarm going off. His phone is full of notifications from his parents. Asking if he was planning on spending the night at your place.
Aizawa who spent that morning in a panic, there was no way he’d be able to run home and make it to school on time. So instead he showers at your place, using your shampoo, your body wash; and comes out smelling just like you. His uniform is a little wrinkled but it would have to do. Walking into class, he’s met with his friends who take one single whiff of him and their eyes good wide. Clearly creating many different scenarios in their heads. “Just what were you two up to last night?” Aizawa huffs before he replies “It's not what you think. I just fell asleep while we were studying.” Luckily for him, his friends know him well enough to know he’s telling the truth, even if that’s not as interesting as they’d hoped.
Aizawa who’s completely in his head for the rest of the day. Cannot keep himself focused on the lessons in your classes. He can’t stop thinking about it, how close he’d been to you all night, even if it was completely innocent and unintentional. And now he was completely surrounded by your scent. His brain felt scattered.
Aizawa who’s still lost even while on patrol that night. He’s stuck there listening to Hizashi and Nemuri, listening to them constantly teasing him over how zoned out he’s been; asking if he’s been thinking of you. He’s so lost in thought that he manages to take a hit, despite the loud warnings from the others.
Aizawa whose face is flushed the next day. He’s never seen you so worried. But here you were, freaking out over the cut on his cheek, the one he’d gotten the night before. Your hands are on his face, one holding his head in place while the other gently touches the cut. He can hear the huff from the other side of the room, he can practically feel the guy’s glare on the back of his head. But he doesn’t react. Doesn’t want to give him any satisfaction. Instead he leans into your touch, letting you dote on him. The soft look in your eyes, the gentle touches, the sweet and warm words. As much as it embarrasses him to have someone so concerned for him, he can’t bring himself to care all that much. Not when he’s literally living his dreams.
Aizawa who finally makes his move one night, the two of you are sitting on his bedroom floor. Per usual your textbooks are being completely ignored. He decided to be bold, or at least as bold as he could be. So he moves to sit beside you, leaning back against his bed, scooting himself closer so that your touching. This is completely new to him, but the way you don’t try to stop him, gives him a new boldness he didn’t have before. He felt completely confident in his actions, hell, in himself. His arm slings up gently around your shoulder, where he just slightly pulls you towards him, allowing you a second to move away. He watches you look up at him, loves the look in your eyes. He shrugs his shoulder into yours, his heart feels likes its beating out of his chest. It certainly doesn’t help when you lay your head on his shoulder, the content sigh leaving your mouth relaxes him.
Aizawa who needs to know what your lips feel like. Needs to feel how soft they are against his own. He feels your head tilt back up to look at him, there's a look in your eyes, something foggy mixed with desire. You two just sit there, staring at each other for a few minutes. It feels intimate, despite the seemingly innocent nature. Finally, you move. lifting your head up to meet his own, capturing his lips with your own. His dreams and wishes come true. Here he was, kissing you after months of telling himself you didn’t feel the same. After months of telling himself he wasn’t good enough for you. When you finally pull away you move back to lay your head on his shoulder. The silence is comforting. “Sooo, does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend now?” He feels his face heating up. he worries you can feel it radiating off of him. All he can do is mutter a quiet “if you want me to be..” “I do”
