Aizawa x reader - could you ever forgive me
Looking at your phone a little bit, you frowned as you walked to the apartment.
It wasn’t like Aizawa to message you saying that you needed to talk, and usually it meant there was something serious to talk about.
Letting yourself in, you set everything down by the door, making your way into the living room.
He looked up from where he was sat on the couch, and you noticed how some things were missing from the room, his work, his laptop, his little collection of books.
“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
He gestured to the spot next to him, and you walked over, sitting down.
While you kept your gaze solely focused on him, he couldn’t even meet your gaze, instead he focused on staring at your hands.
You reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey? What’s going on?” You whispered.
“I think it’s best if we end things.” He calmly replied.
Your hand fell, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What? Why? Did something happen?”
“I just can’t see a future with you, I’m sorry. I’ve already taken all of my things, I just think it’s better this way for the both of us, I’m sorry.”
Without even giving you a chance to reply he left, and you were left there staring at where he was sat.
You didn’t know what to do, or what to think, for two years you had been living with him, for three years you had been seeing each other, five years since you realised how you felt about him.
So much time you had spent with him right by your side and now he was just gone? What were you supposed to do in that situation?
You didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, you wanted to believe he was just joking, but you knew him better than that.
You slowly got up, going for a shower where you just sat against the wall with your head in your knees quietly crying.
You couldn’t sleep in your bed, so you laid on the couch but you still couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at your phone knowing you were going to see his face on your Home Screen.
You didn’t sleep that night, so you called your work, letting them know you weren’t feeling well and you would be taking the rest of the week off.
It wasn’t a lie, you weren’t feeling well, you felt sick to your stomach, you felt like this was all just a fever dream, and maybe you’d wake up and it would all be fine, but you knew it wouldn’t.
You hated walking around the apartment because you’d still see his photos up on the shelves, or catch a glimpse of something he had given you.
When you went into the wardrobe you saw he left a few sweaters in there, and you walked around in one of them.
You had tired messaging him, tried calling him, but they all went without a response, you tried his best friend and he said he didn’t know what had happened or why Aizawa ended things.
After nearly a week of being locked up inside your apartment, you went back to work, hoping to distract yourself, but you’d still come home hoping to see him.
Even now, it had been nearly a month since you broke up, and you were sat at work with your friend who placed her hand on your shoulder.
“Come on, you need to change that photo.” She said gently.
“I can’t… if I do I know it means he’s never coming back…”
“Come on, let me change it for you, I’ll pick an amazing one I promise.”
You nodded your head, giving her your phone.
You knew she was right, but you also knew what you were never going to be able to change that Home Screen photo by yourself, so you had to get somebody else to do it for you.
She happily handed your phone back with a grin, and you let out a little laugh as you looked at the goofy photo of her.
“I made you laugh! I made (Y/N) laugh!” She cheered.
Putting your phone back in your pocket, you lightly pushed her, making her stumble a little bit.
“I don’t care cause I made you laugh!”
She walked off cheering, letting you go back to your work.
It took another month for you to start going out worth your friends, and they made a point of going bar hopping one weekend, so you decided to join them and a few of their other friends.
Sitting at the table, you stirred your drink with your straw, watching as a few of them danced around and a guy slipped across from you on the other side of the table.
“Hey, you’re Haku, right?” You asked.
He smiled, giving you a nod.
“Yeah, sorry we haven’t talked much, Rosie likes to drag me along with her whenever so goes dancing. I thought you looked a bit lonely, are you alright?”
You pushed your drink away, letting out a small sigh as you nodded.
“Yeah, I’m just not feeling well. I think I’m going to go home, can you let them know?”
“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to call somebody to come get you or something?”
You shook your head standing up.
“No, I think some air will do me good. Thanks.”
He nodded, letting you leave the bar, and you began to wonder the streets.
You didn’t really want to go straight home, and you started looking for something else to do, and you found a convenience shop still open so you walked in.
Looking around, you crouched down as you looked through some snacks on the bottom shelf, and you found yourself thinking back to Aizawa as you looked at his favourite one.
Sniffling a little bit, you rested your arms on your legs, holding them in your hands.
“Does getting snacks make you sad?” A man asked.
You jumped, letting out a small yell as you threw the bag at him.
It hit him in the face, and he rubbed his face with his hand.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” He rushed out.
You wiped your tears away, looking up at him.
He was tall, and thin, a little sickly looking maybe with dark eyes and blond hair, wearing incredibly baggy clothes.
He held his hands up, so show you he meant no harm.
“I just heard someone crying and wanted to see if they’re alright. Are you okay?”
You nodded a little, pushing yourself up from the ground, walking over you picked up the snacks and put them back.
“I’m so sorry I threw them at your face.”
“It’s fine, I would’ve done the same thing. It’s late? Did someone hurt you? Are you scared?”
You smiled a little at his concern, and you shook your head.
“No, nothing like that. I’m just tired I guess, I should head home. I’m really sorry again!”
You decided buying snacks could wait until you were sober, so you went back the following night when your head was clear, and you avoided that aisle.
Looking and some other things, you shrugged and tossed some of them into the basket.
You heard movement nearby, and looked over.
“Oh hey, it’s mr chip face.” You grinned a little.
He laughed a little, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
You recognised him this time as All Might, the number one pro hero, or at least the retired pro hero now. You’d heard all about it.
“Hi, I hope you’re doing better today.”
“I am, thanks. And thank you for checking on me yesterday too.”
He smiled, nodding his head as he walked over, setting his own basket down.
“I’m Toshinori, I see you are here quite a bit. You always buy snacks, that’s not healthy you know.”
This made you laugh a little.
“Yeah, I know. I just don’t have much effort to cook I guess, and constantly eating out is expensive you know? Oh and I’m (Y/N)! It’s nice to meet you.”
“You’re dating Aizawa right? I think we may have met once at the UA sports festival.”
He watched as your smile immediately fell.
“I.. I’m sorry!” He rushed.
You sighed a little bit, shaking your head at him.
“It’s okay, I guess he hasn’t told anybody. It was a few months ago.”
“I take it that’s what the snacks are for?” He asked.
“Yeah, can’t beat a bit of comfort food.” You laughed softly.
He smiled at you, holding out a pack of chocolate.
“Have you tried these? They’re good.”
You took it from him, having a look at it.
“I’ll have to try it, thanks.”
You offered him a wave as you left.
You began to see him a little more often around, but usually in the shop where you learnt he was buying snacks for the students.
Eventually he mentioned a cafe, and took you to it.
It became a routine and it was nice to finally speak to somebody new he wasn’t always asking about you and Aizawa, who wasn’t checking you were okay all the time.
It was nice to have caring friends, but after four months you just wanted to move on from Aizawa, maybe that’s why you spent so much time with All Might, but you knew you weren’t ready to be more than friends.
He was nice, and you didn’t want to hurt him by making him into a rebound.
He respected that, he was just happy to have a friend as well.
“You know there’s a Halloween festival going in if you want to go?” He asked.
“Oh cool really? I love Halloween!”
You walked across the cafe with his drink, setting it down in front of him as he showed you his phone.
“Oh they’ve even got a haunted house! I love those! They’re so scary!”
He laughed a little bit, grinning up at you.
“Do you want to go? I’ve never actually been to a haunted house?”
“No way! Toshinori that’s not acceptable!”
He gave a sheepish laugh.
“I guess I’ve never had time, now I’m retired it’s just trying to find things to pass the time I suppose. I have teaching going for me, but that’s not every day. Young Midoriya said I should try do more I haven’t done yet.”
You sat back down in your seat.
“We’ve got to go! Come on! I’ll even be the big strong hero to protect you!”
You began telling him all about them, and after a little while longer, he walked you home, making sure you were safe before leaving.
You went in, showered, and changed into a sweater and shorts before heading to the kitchen to reheat some dinner.
You decided you were going to home a movie marathon to yourself to relax.
You had gotten maybe halfway through your second movie when there was a knock on your door.
Looking at your clock, you saw it wasn’t all that late, so you got up, thinking it could’ve been one of your friends.
Opening the door, you came face to face with Aizawa leaning on your doorframe.
He lifted his gaze, and you saw he was beat up, blood running down his face.
“I thought you were in danger…”
Taking his hand, you pulled him inside without thinking and closed the door and locked it, leading him into the bathroom.
Sitting him on the edge of the bath, you grabbed a few clothes, rubbing the sink as you grabbed a hair band as well.
You stood in front of him, tying his hair up, and you carefully unwrapped his scarf for him.
You dropped it in the bath and grabbed a cloth, putting it in some water before walking over, taking his chin between your fingers as you began to clean his face.
He carefully watched you, and you didn’t look directly at him.
“Are you okay? Are you safe?” He asked.
He sighed, and you tilted his head to the side a little so you could get a look at the cut on his face.
“You don’t need stitch’s, hold this.”
Taking his hand you held it to the cloth, grabbing another so you could dry his face.
“Thank you.” He said quietly.
You grabbed his scarf, walking over to the washing machine you turned it on the walked away without another word.
With a sigh he followed after you.
“You’ve had months to talk and you didn’t seem interested then.” You snapped.
“I know, I screwed up, I get that, but I have an explanation I you to let me explain my actions, whatever you decide after I’ll respect that decision but you deserve an explanation.”
You sat back down on the couch, and he stood in the other side of the room.
“You have no right coming back, I was just starting to move on… then you have to come back…”
“I know. I left because I thought you were in danger…”
“Your scarf will be clean in a minute, take it and go away.”
He walked over, setting the cloth on the table, and he sat next to you, he took out his phone and held it out to you, showing you a message.
“I got a text from an unknown number saying they were going to come after you, so I thought if I kept my distance they would leave you alone. The police were working on tracking down this person and arresting them, we’ve just brought him into custody. I know it was irrational of me to just leave, I know I hurt you, but I owe you an explanation.”
You didn’t say anything, you just got up and walked away so he trailed after you.
He reached out, taking your hand, and he spun you around, placing a kiss to the palm of your hand, and held it to the side of his face.
“I can’t see a future with anybody but you, and I love you, only you. If you don’t want to see me ever again I understand, but I’ll keep looking out for you, and I’ll keep you safe, no matter what happens between us you’ll be safe.”
He gave you a smile, leaning down so he could press a kiss to your cheek, then he moved back.
“I never meant to hurt you so much…”
He walked to the washing machine, taking out his scarf and he tossed it in the dryer, staying there while you kept to a different room.
You wanted to run into his arms and forgive him, you wanted to just hold him tight but how could you after so much pain you went through trying to move on?
Could you find it in your heart to ever forgive him?
