Chapter 4

Author's Note: Okay are you ready for the reveal, guys? I honestly get a pit in my stomach just preparing to write this chapter. It's one in the morning as I type this, I have a class at nine tomorrow, and my dumb ass is still up writing fanfiction because I've lost control of my life.

(y/n) = your name

(l/n) = last name

(h/c) = hair color

"Remind me again how I got roped into all of this?" (y/n) asked, as she applied lipstick in a full-length mirror in Shouta's bedroom.

"You said you were interested in going during Poker." His reply echoed off the bathroom walls where he was currently hidden from view.

"What? When?"

"Well, I think you and Midoriya were a little preoccupied with your cheating to pay attention." She heard his voice get clearer and louder, signaling that he'd emerged from the other room.

"You knew about that?" she asked, whipping around.

Oh. Wow.

Her knees nearly gave out when her eyes landed on him. All dressed up in a three-piece suit, with hair tied back in a bun that was equal parts elegant and lazily done that it was just so perfectly Aizawa Shouta. He smirked when he caught her look. He knew how damn good he looked. The bastard.

He approached her unhurriedly and let his hands smooth over her arms once she was in reach. "Of course, I knew. You should know by now that my eyes are always on you." Gently, he guided her to turn around, so he could zip up her dress.

Breathlessly, (y/n) pulled her (h/c) Hair over her shoulder so he could zip it all the way up. He took the opportunity to kiss the back of her neck.

She spun quickly, covering the spot he'd just attacked with her hand. "Black Tie events make you frisky." She stated, blush covering her complexion from the top of her head to her shoulders.

He softly chuckled. His smiles were often considered unsettling to others, but (y/n) found them to be warm and charming. "Are you going to let me finish zipping up your dress?"

Grumbling, she moved closer, and burrowed into his chest so he could reach around her to complete the task. So cute Shouta mused. He usually wasn't one for physical touches or for expressing fondness. He used to find both actions unnecessary and tedious. But around (y/n), he really couldn't help himself.

"Let's just get this night over with." (y/n) sighed, straightening out her cherry-red cocktail dress.

Walking into the Gymnasium of U.A. that night was an absolute fever dream. All around (y/n) were pro heroes and side-kicks and inventors, even some police officers. She immediately felt intimidated, and she resisted the urge to latch on to Shouta's arm.

A woman had been at the front counter, smiling and handing out nametags. "Aizawa. I didn't think you'd show." He nodded in greeting to the woman, who handed him a nametag and turned to (y/n).

"I'm sorry, what is your name? I don't think I recognize you. What program did you graduate from?"

Before (y/n) could answer, Shouta was already grabbing a blank nametag and scrawling her name on it in sharpie. "She didn't go here, she's my plus one." He stuck her guest nametag over her breast, and took her hand, dragging her abruptly from the conversation, leaving behind the dumbstruck volunteer.

The woman thought hell must have frozen over because Aizawa Shouta- The Aizawa Shouta, who'd shot down half the girls in their class because 'relationships are just a useless distraction that can only ever be used against you' had a girlfriend.

"Huh." She said to herself. "I always thought he'd end up with Yamada."

That was not an unpopular opinion. Many of the women at the reunion came up to (y/n) to express either bitter congratulations, or complete surprise that yes, Aizawa was indeed attracted to women after all.

She was currently having an uncomfortable conversation with a woman who seemed to be a little of column a and a little of column b. This woman also seemed to be under the impression that she could steal Shouta out from under her, though she didn't explicitly say so. (y/n) was looking for any excuse to leave this conversation before this woman asked what Souta was like in bed.

Her savior took the form of Nemuri. "Well now, aren't we the Belle of the Ball?" a casual arm was slipped around her shoulder, and (y/n) eagerly took the chance to excuse herself from the other woman. "Hello, Nemuri." She was shaken a bit by her new companion "Kayama. How many times must I say it? Call me Ka-ya-ma."

(y/n) easily relented, echoing the preferred name of her friend.

"That's better. You look like a three-course meal. How does Shouta keep from just yanking you into a dark corner to rip that saucy number right off you, hmmm?" (y/n) laughed. How was it that Nemuri can say such crass, sexual things and (y/n) won't even bat an eye, but when Shouta even remotely sends an intimate glance her way she'll melt on the spot?

Speaking of, Kayama's teasing did paint a rather vivid picture… oh look, she was blushing after all.

She plays off her flustered attitude and prepares to compliment her friend on the outfit she was sporting, which was very, very alluring, when she heard something that made her sick to her stomach.

"(y/n)? Is that you?"

Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned around, and came face to face with the last person she'd expected to see. Ever. She really did feel like she was going to throw up. Just seeing him made her feel the last bruises he'd left on her like they were still there, fresh on her exposed skin.

"Mori. You…Went to U.A."

Of course, he did. What a Fucker.

"Yes, well we both know that you didn't, so what brings you here?" he sounded so genuinely pleased to see her that she wanted to explode. To rip herself in half and scream to the heavens.

Why?

Why did the world punish her very existence?

"I'm… Kayama's plus one." She said, squeezing her friend's arm tightly, her tone was robotic, but it was as steady as she could muster. "We went to middle school together."

This was, of course, a lie. One that, much like all the others, was probably going to kick her in the ass later.

"Y-Yep!" Kayama cheered artificially, her arm reached around (y/n)'s shoulder in a friendly gesture.

Her touch was steadying. Protective. Kayama wasn't going to leave her alone with this guy. (y/n) wanted to cry in relief.

"How do you know (y/n), Kadima?" she asked casually, giving a pointed glance to the girl in question.

Kadima Mori gave a winning smile, as fake as his charming demeanor.

"We used to be lovers."

Hearing him say that word made (y/n)'s soul shudder. His gaze seeped into her skin and burned her from the inside out.

"I need a drink." (y/n) excused haphazardly and ducked under her friend's arm.

She just couldn't stay there a second longer. (y/n) wasn't a drinker usually, but that night, she was thanking every god she could name for the open bar.

She'd been thinking about him too much lately, she must have summoned him. Like Beetlejuice.

What with Shouta constantly bringing up the topic of living together, and Izuku guilting her for hiding things, how could she not drift to thoughts of him?

A hand was placed on her back so suddenly it made her jump, spilling half her Long Island. She whipped to find the owner of the hand, only to see it was Shouta. She visibly relaxed, letting her head fall on the table with a sigh.

"You scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah, I noticed. You alright?"

No. "I'm fine." Don't lie to him, what are you doing?

"You don't look fine. Was it that god-awful Orano? I saw Nemuri rescue you from her earlier. She's practically a predator." He signaled the bartender over and ordered a round for the both of them.

"Mm, no." She shook her head "I mean yeah, she was quite the menace, but no. She didn't bother me all that much."

Shouta lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. She did so, with a slight reluctance.

"Do you want to leave?"

Yes! She really, really did.

She nodded furiously, offering a grin filled to the brim with relief.

"Thank God. I've wanted to leave since we got here. There's too many people, and they keep looking at us like we're zoo animals."

He downed his drink, and impatiently sat as he watched (y/n) hastily chug her own. Before long, she was hopping down from her stool.

Taking her hand in his, Shouta began speed walking towards the exit, yanking her along behind him.

(y/n) laughed, knowing full well what he planned for the two of them to do once they returned to his apartment. The prospect almost made her forget the scare she had earlier in the night. Almost.

From her purse, the chime of her phone was heard. (y/n) had just received a text;

'Text From Nemuri: You're welcome for the save, Girl. For repayment, you can tell me just what the hell the story is between you and Kadima. Girl's Night. Soon.'