a tumblr writing prompt. 434 words.
Sunday was the only day off for staff and students at UA, but still Aizawa Shōta could be found at his desk in the teacher's offices. He had been finishing up some grading that he had refused to do the day before. It only took him an hour and a half but by the time he was done he realized he was too comfortable to leave.
No was else was there in the school, so he figured he could nap uninterrupted.
Aaand then Kimura came in, pushing the door open with her backside and thrashing her head to her music like a rebellious teen. What was even more teen-ish was the fact that she was holding a tray filled with four slushies.
Of course, Aizawa thought. Of. Fucking. Course.
She turned around and stopped in her tracks when she saw his eyes burning at her. She started to chuckle.
"Shō-kun, if you keep staring like that you'll melt my slush puppies."
Aizawa rolled his eyes so hard he had actually given himself a small jolt of pain to his temples, and the clenching of his jaws would later give him a steady ache.
"Easy now Toilet Roll, do you want to see your brain?" Kimura managed to gain this lopsided smile, one that made her nose wrinkle up. It was the smile she always had when calling him Toilet Roll; a name she made up when they first got their hero costumes, when she first saw his capture weapon.
He used to argue with her about it, but now he didn't bother.
"You shouldn't drink those, Masa. They're for kids and they aren't good for you. There's also the fact that people will think your some type of...man-child, I suppose."
Kimura chuckled again, and Aizawa's brows neared a ninety degree angle.
"Slushies aren't just for kids." Kimura walked over to her desk, which was on Aizawa's side of the two rows but several seats down. She had set the tray down and took two cups out, then shuffled over to Aizawa. Originally, she planned to chug all four of the sugary frozen drinks and plow through some paperwork, but the poor man looked as if he would pass out. So she extended her arm and offered one slushie, chugging the other. She had a look on her face that told Aizawa that he had no choice but to accept.
"These taste better than those packets, Shō-kun."
With another eyeroll, he reached out and took the drink from her hand. "Fuck society."
He couldn't help but laugh when Kimura got a bad case of brainfreeze.
