SHAKE THE WORLD

he flipped up your sheets to reveal a black hoodie that was two sizes too large and smelt faintly like cologne. the wrinkled article of clothing was tucked away under your blankets and duvet cover, but it was unmistakable; this wasn't yours. he picked it up and pulled it closer to his face, inspecting the fabric.

"what are you doing?"

aizawa stiffened, freezing like a deer in headlights. he turned slowly, only to be greeted by a scowl on your face. you stood in the doorway, arms crossed and clearly disappointed in your dad. your eyes trailed down to the fabric in his grip, before they widened. you swiftly snatched the hoodie from his hands and stuffed it into a nearby drawer.

"stop going through my stuff!" you frowned at the dark haired man, his guilty expression still on his face.

"sorry pumpkin," he shot a sheepish smile in your direction, a hand coming up to graze the nape of his neck. "i was going to do a load of laundry, you sure you don't wanna put your hoodie-"

"get out dad!" you were already ushering him out the door, pushing him with all your might. the tips of your ears flushed red and the look on your face implied you had been caught doing something you shouldn't. aizawa, now banished to the hallway, glanced back into your room, looking for a reason as to why you were acting so flighty.

"dinner's ready in five-"

SLAM-

the tan of the wooden door greeted his face.

ugh, teenagers.

yamada had his suspicions.

"YOOO, what's this dawg?"

yamada scrolled through your playlist as you drove, hands shaking at the wheel. you sat in the driver's seat, a bundle of nerves as your dad overlooked your driving practice. he was helping you prepare for your driving test — or at least he was trying to.

instead of making sure you were obeying the rules of the road, he was messing with the screen in between you two, looking through the playlist you threw on before starting the car.

"pops, you're supposed to be helping me drive!" you whined, one hand tapping your fingers impatiently against the wheel while the other reached for the gear stick. "and don't call me 'dawg'. that's so cringe." your dad ignored your comment, still rifling through the collection of songs. the title of the playlist, 'him', elicited a raised eyebrow from him.

love song. love song. another love song. a song about love. a song about yearning. a song about sex-

yamada's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. before the could turn to ask you what the hell inspired you to add such songs to your playlist, the car came to an abrupt stop. his body jerked, and he had never been so grateful for seat belts. a hand instinctively shot out to protect you from hurtling forward.

he turned to see a mortified look on your face, and followed your gaze to where a little cat licked it's paws in the middle of the road, a meter away from the car. he correctly assumed it was the culprit behind the sudden halting of the vehicle.

then, all at once, it hit him. you broke out into a wailing sob, the car behind yours honked it's horn angrily, and Sabrina Carpenter's vocals blared from the radio. even for a loud guy like him, this was too much.

"it's okay, love," he said unbuckling his seat belt and climbing out the car. "i'll drive us home, and we can try again tomorrow." he embraced you in a tight hug as you wiped your tears and snot on his shirt.

the car ride home was silent, your father casting sympathetic looks your way as you calmed down from your earlier driving incident. he let you relax, but not without making a mental note to ask you what inspired your choice of songs in your playlist.

eri hammered the final nail in the coffin.

"who's this one, eri-chan?" aizawa examined the drawing the young girl had handed him to pin onto the fridge. his eyes scanned the picture, taking a sip of his coffee.

the piece of paper in his hand depicted four figures. one was clearly him, with his dark, unkempt hair and capture tape (or at least what he thought was his capture tape) flowing in the wind. another was obviously yamada, a giant mouth drawn onto an egg shaped head with electric yellow hair that was almost as tall as him. you were next to them, a smile scribbled onto your face, and you… were holding the hand of an unfamiliar figure.

aizawa squinted at the drawing, now pinned onto their art gallery of a fridge. yamada copied him, peering over his partner's shoulder.

"is this one's hair supposed to be purple?" yamada asked eri, who was already working on her next artwork. she looked up to her dads with big doe eyes and nodded vigorously.

"and they have… are those eye bags?" aizawa brought a hand to his chin.

"um, i dunno," eri cocked her head to the side in confusion. "that's just how he looks!" the pair continued to rack their brains for the identity of the mystery person intruding their family portrait.

"and they're y/n's… friend?"

"yep!" the young girl grinned. "they hold hands, and kiss, and he told me he loves her!"

a silence fell over the kitchen, the scratching of eri's pencil on paper the only sound heard in the room.

"and who would that be, eri-chan?" yamada asked slowly and quietly, uncharacteristic of him. aizawa's grip tightened on his mug, squeezing the ceramic in his hands.

"shinsou-kun, duh!"

crack.

pieces of ceramic and drips of coffee scattered across the kitchen tiles — aizawa crushed his mug with his bare hands.

"i think they know."

a change in his teachers' behaviour wasn't lost on your boyfriend; shinsou spent the last week with extra duties in homeroom, felt like eraserhead was particularly hard on him in their training sessions, and present mic shouted louder at him than usual, if that was even possible.

"if they don't know by now, that's on them." you looked to your boyfriend with a smile.

he was lying on your bed, his purple locks tousled and his eyes looking into yours. you leaned forward to place a peck on his lips, causing him to pull you closer. you giggled as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you down to lie next to him.

"YOOO, what in the world?!"

"what the fuck."

your dads stared at the two of you, your bedroom door now swung open. you rolled your eyes while shinsou looked mortified. you had never seen him jump up so fast. you laughed, knowing that this scenario was always inevitable.

"yeah, you might be dead."

ARGH I LOVE THIS ONE ,, i'm still working on requests, tho don't be afraid to keep em coming!!

i hope you's had a wonderful valentines and ate loads of chocolate or whatever!! i heart u guys

luvv, hachiluvv xx