"Oi, Aizawa-kun!" You flailed your hands excitedly in an attempt to catch the man's attention. Upon hearing his name, he paused and waited patiently for you to catch up. You jogged to close the remaining space between two, huffing as you finally reached him.

"I'm going to be late (Y/name), make it quick."

Hearing this, your train of thought was momentarily derailed and you internally panicked as you attempted to remember the reason for hunting him down. Aizawa scanned you and read your face of confusion and dismay. Seeing the slight panic caused him to lean against the wall, signaling to you to take your time in remembering.

As he waited, your mind was replaying the conversations from the past two weeks

Two Weeks Ago

"Whaaa!" Two voiced echoed in unison.

"Yeah, I think I kind of like him, but he doesn't seem like the type to harbor relationships. I feel like he'd seem them as a nuisance to his work." As the insecurity gripped you, your voice fell and your head drooped in disappointment. As your friends Mic and Midnight watched your confidence fade in real time, they attempted to boost your morale.

"How could Sho possibly resist you, I mean c'mon!" Midnight said enthusiastically as her gaze fell to your chest. "No one could resist those, you've got to use your Womanly Charm!"

You awkwardly broke eye contact with her as you attempted to shield your "Womanly Charm" choosing to turn your attention to Mic.

"Mic, you've been Aizawa's friend since high school, what would you do?" Mic jumped slightly at being called out on the spot and began to mull over the question, twiddling the tip of his hair between his thumb and forefinger as he concentrated.

"Coffee"

After a few minutes, these were the words that came from his mouth.

"Coffee?" Both you and Midnight repeated

"Yes, Coffee" Mic reiterated

"But why?" You said in confusion

"It's not just any coffee" he said, smiling "Leave the rest to me! Now you and Midnight can work on making yoooouuu SEXXXYYY!" He yelled in his characteristic overenthusiastic voice. Hearing the words caused you to cringe and Midnight to grin in glee.

"To the mall!" She said emphatically and you groaned in disgust at the mere idea. Unfortunately for you, she had grabbed a hold of your arm and placed handcuffs, linking you two together. As you tried to no avail to pry them off, Midnight smiled at Mic. "We'll have (Y/name) ready for a date in no time!" with that, she dragged you off.

Two weeks later and here you were, trying to ask this man to have coffee with you. And were failing miserably.

Great

"Ah! I was going to ask if, well... You'd be opposed to going to the new café with me? I made reservations with Present Mic, but he said he's swamped with grading on Saturday and I really don't want this reservation to go to waste, it took 5 weeks to fit these in." You purposely omitted the detail about Mic making the reservations for you and the Dating Boot Camp you had to endure all for this moment.

As you went into the details and such, Aizawa seemed to briefly tune out as he contemplated the invitation in regards to his schedule. Noticing, your pace slows, then stops as you wait for the man to make a decision. His eyes seemed to slightly glaze over as he thought, then upon making a decision they cleared and his gaze once again locked with yours causing you to inadvertently tense.

Don't freak out (Y/name), remember how Mic and Midnight said you might have a chance? If worst comes to worst use your "assests". But I can't ju-

"189 seconds"

"189 seconds?" You thought out loud

"We've spent 189 seconds talking" He paused briefly before starting once more "Now 194, I h-"

"I'm so sorry! You said you were busy, well it's unimportant anyways and I'm sorry I wasted..." Your apologies ran together as your pace increased, the tension seeping from every word you uttered. As you inadvertently prattled on about wasting his time, the man turned and his hair followed suit as it followed his motions and briefly captivated you due to its sheen. A few seconds later you figured out he was leaving and once again raced to catch up, but said nothing as you anxiously awaited his reply.

Shit shit shit! What are you doing?! Ask him again, make sure he says yes! What if he has someone and he's just trying to think of a way to let me down easy? Whatifhedoesn't…..

As your thoughts swirled without end, the clicking of your shoes and the gentle scuffing of his boots could be heard in the empty halls. It was around 4:30 and most of the students had retired for the evening leaving only you and Aizawa in the wing. Abruptly, Aizawa came to a halt and you nearly bumped into him. He turned his head such that he was able to fix his gaze on you.

"What are you doing (Y/name)?

"I'm-" You paused, What if nvnnevnroevon? Your still jumbled thoughts pulled you into a different plane of consciousness, causing you to disregard his presence once more.

"I'll message you my answer" His voice dredged your mind out of the confines of thought too late and only noticed the movement of his mouth. This caused you to be generally perplexed when his hand bridged the gap between you two, phone held in his strong grip. You gazed at the phone in his hand and looked into his eyes, seeking further instructions. Reading the confusion twisted upon your face, he cleared his throat, speaking again.

"Texting usually starts off by giving the person something to text. Specifically a phone number"

The sarcasm oozed from his tone and you shot him a glare before snatching the phone from his grasp, grumbling in annoyance. The phone clicked to verify your actions and you reluctantly handed over the device – but not before fitting in a small game.

It started when he was waiting for you to finish, choosing to close his eyes and lean against the wall. You continued to hit buttons on the screen, enough to where it raised his suspicion. His eyebrow upturned and he began to raise his lids when you hastily jammed in an explanation.

"I'm almost done, just putting my name in and other information in case I don't answer".

He nodded his head in approval and that was your cue. You jammed the phone in your pocket and darted down the hall. You heard his exasperated yell and footsteps in pursuit of you. You quickly rounded a turn to the next hall and looked for a vacant classroom. A yellow door ajar caught your eye and you jumped into the room. As you scanned the room, you found a set a lockers against the wall. You pried one open and crammed yourself in. The footsteps were soft as they came down the hall, had you not been focusing on them, they would have been drowned out in the relative silence of the school. As the footsteps became louder and clearer, you focused on evening your breathing and his movements.

As you listened intently, you noticed that the footsteps pace had drastically slowed. Their frequency was consistent with his lazy strides. As you pictured it in your mind, you heard a gentle click as a door opened. Your heart raced in anticipation, muscles clenching as you waited, vulnerable to attack. You peered through the slits in the locker, fixed on the sole exit available. The door he had opened was to another room and it offered you some comfort, but not much. You stayed ever vigilant, waiting for an opportunity to move to yet another hiding spot. After a few minutes, he must have checked the room to his satisfaction, for another click echoed through the halls. More footsteps followed in the slower pace you had become accustomed to. Yet again, a gentle click rang through the empty school and to your horror, he had selected the room you were in.

His eyes swept through, cautiously examining every corner, every area that could possibly hide your body. As he devoted himself to the task, you watched in anticipation, attempting to plot your next move. There's a coat closet in the corner of the room, the moment he goes to check that I can rush out of the door. You smirked in confidence, waiting for your opportunity. The man looked at the lockers and a shiver raced up your body as you and him unwittingly made eye contact. Surprisingly, he hadn't noticed and turned his attention to the coat closet. He followed your predictions through and through, this giving you the extra morale boost you needed to spring into action.

As Aizawa placed his hand on the coat closet, the locker you were in burst open, the metallic door hitting the adjacent locker with a thud. Your foot planted on the ground and your muscles tensed once more in anticipation of the chase. Your gaze quickly went over to the predator and you would later come to regret this decision. You noticed immediately that a small smirk was plastered on his face as you saw a grey object whip past your field of vision. You followed the offending article as it went to the door handle and wrapped around it. A sudden pull caused the gold door to slam shut, cutting off your escape.

Your mind raced as you tried to find an alternative, but in this brief expanse of time, the article wrapped around your torso and jerked you forward. You squealed in excitement and nervousness as you were pulled towards your captor. The forward momentum stopped abruptly and you crashed into Aizawa's chest. You kept your gaze with his chest as you tried in vain to catch your breath. As you prepared yourself for a stinging rebuttal, a warm hand was suddenly under your chin, and the next thing you felt was a pair of calloused lips on yours. Now these were the instances in which people would say My mind hazed over as I was overtaken by desire…, and to an extent that happened. However, you were much more focused on the state of his lips. So much so that when the kiss broke, you noisily commented on them, breaking any "atmosphere" there was.

"Do you like cherries? Correction, are you allergic to cherries because I have chap stick in my bag an-" A hand stretched out in your direction and you dug into your pocket, placing the device in it. His hand slipped the phone into his pocket, gaze fixed on you. Your eyes looked at anything but him, so you were caught off guard when he leaned in, turning your head and planting yet another kiss on your mouth.

The rational chain of events would have included wondering why he was kissing you in the first place, but then again, whoever claimed you were rational?

Your hands slipped into his hair, surprised by its silky consistency. As you toyed with his hair in slight amazement, another hand found its way to the small of your back and pushed you into his chest, deepening the kiss. You were the first to run out of breath and cursed internally as you pulled away in slight disappointment. Aizawa's half lidded eyes met yours and a smirk lit his face making you shiver.

"I'm free Saturday at ten" he said and you burst into laughter inadvertently. His head tilted to the side in confusion and you explained the reason for the seemingly random outburst

"I never thought you of all people would be up before the sun went down, much less 10!" You continued to tease him and he rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.

"I'll meet you at 10 at the bookstore near the café, don't be late."

You watched as he disappeared down the hall, smiling in content and gloating internally on the success of the mission. You were getting ready to head home when you noticed one unusual detail

How did he know where the café was?!