Chapter 7
(y/n) = your name
(l/n) = last name
(y/n) had been getting increasingly more paranoid throughout the next week or so. Feeling eyes on her in the grocery store, in the parking garage of her firm, even in her own home. She chocked it up to her merely being paranoid from the slight scare a little under a month ago. That was until now.
The current time 2:33 in the morning. She awoke to the feeling of something being amiss. She couldn't place it, but something was wrong. Realizing her throat was parched, she figured she might as well grab a glass of water to try and calm her rapidly fraying nerves. This is ridiculous. Nothing's wrong, and even if something was-(y/n) placed her hand atop the arm wrapped securely around her stomach as she made to leave for the kitchen-She'd be perfectly safe.
Securing Shouta's discarded t-shirt from the floor, (y/n) turned it right side out, and inhaled deeply. Yep, this was a little creepy, but she needed something to wear out of the bedroom in case Izuku was still awake, and the shirt that smelled of her doting protector would help calm her from this odd feeling of paranoia that threatened to suffocate her.
She put the shirt on and made her way into the rest of the apartment. Mochi was all puffed up, as he stood protectively over Izuku on the fold out couch. When he saw (y/n) he gave an unhappy meow. Okay, so at least it wasn't just her. Mochi thought something was off too, huh?
She made her way to the kitchen and managed to fill a glass with water before she noticed them.
A bouquet sitting in a simple, glass vase. A ribbon held a note in place. The flowers; Anemone, Yellow Chrysanthemum, and Gladiolus. Hesitantly, (y/n) read the note "I've finally found you, and this time, I won't let you out of my sight."
The next thing (y/n) knew she was surrounded by a puddle of water and broken glass.
She barley registered someone shouting her name as a strong pair of hands gripped her shoulders and shook her. "(y/n)! (y/n)!"
Strong hands made for fixing, used for hurting. Untamed black hair, angry blue eyes.
Blue.
These eyes were red.
Snapping out of wherever it was she went, (y/n) met the gaze of a rather frightened Aizawa Shouta. "(y/n) I heard glass breaking what's wrong? What happened?" His quirk was activated, his hair defying gravity as he checked her up and down for injuries.
"Aunt (y/n)? What happened?" Izuku asked sleepily, also having been awoken by the noise.
"Izuku don't! Don't… come in the kitchen, Bud. There's broken glass all over the floor." (y/n) urged the boy to stay back. "Everything's fine. I think I just… had a fit of sleepwalking or something."
Lies. More lies.
She hoped desperately that neither of the boys would notice the bouquet that hadn't been there when they'd gone to bed.
Shouta sighed and dropped his quirk. "Head back to bed, (y/n). I'll clean up the kitchen." He lifted her off the ground and out into the Livingroom, so she wouldn't cut her feet on the glass either. Getting a good look at him she could see his feet had been cut and punctured in several places from his rush to reach her.
Oh Shouta.
(y/n) really didn't know what she did to deserve him sometimes. She waited at the edge of the bed for him to come back into the bedroom. He caught her eye as he limped into the bathroom, doing his best not to bleed on her carpet. She followed him in.
His feet were dangling into the tub as he sat on the toilet seat. (y/n) silently did her best to pick out all the fragments of glass with a pair of tweezers. "You really shouldn't put yourself in danger so readily." (y/n) chided halfheartedly.
"What was the alternative? Let you 'sleepwalk' all over the kitchen and cut your own feet up? Not likely. I'm used to the pain, and I don't have to wear heels to work, unlike you."
(y/n) used the shower nozzle to rinse off the bottom of his feet before wrapping them in gauze.
"I would have managed. Besides, I think you were just looking for an excuse not to come out with us tomorrow." (y/n) accused with a small smile across her features.
"I just think it's a bit odd to spend a day doing activities with a student that don't pertain to school. Not just odd, but downright inappropriate." He deflected
(y/n) sighed, turning off the faucet, and attempting to help Shouta walk back to bed. He dismissed her, getting up on his own and walking unhindered, though there was a slight grimace to his features.
"Don't think of it as spending time with a student, think of it as spending time with your girlfriend's nephew. Don't you think the two of you need to build up a report with each other? All you said to each other over dinner was 'good potatoes.' And 'yeah, I mashed them.'" (y/n) nagged.
He knew she was correct, didn't make him want to avoid the subject any less.
He simply wrapped her up in a loving embrace before flopping onto the bed with her resting on his chest. In an exasperated huff, (y/n) went along with the gesture, resting her head against him as she traced the definition of his muscles with her finger.
Despite how calm she was acting, she really and truly was a mess on the inside. How? How had he gotten into her apartment? There hadn't been any trace of a break in, though she supposed, he could have fixed whatever he'd broken, but even still, Izuku would have woken from the noise. Izuku. The bastard had been in her home while her nephew slept soundly and unguarded in her Livingroom. The thought made her want to throw up. That monster had been in the same room as her nephew. Not only that, he knew how to get into her apartment. A breeze carried into the room and suddenly it hit her. She made a habit of leaving the fire escape window open. Like an idiot. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to jump out the open window. She wanted to run.
She struggled her way out of Shouta's embrace and made her way to the window. She slammed it shut and locked it tight. In a huff, she turned around to see him staring at her, eyes, barley able to stay open
"What's that about?" he asked in a grumble
"Nothing, just a little cold, I guess." She took a deep breath. She couldn't stay here anymore. Not after tonight. "H-hey Shouta, does your offer still stand?"
That caught his attention.
"What offer?"
"I'd like to move in with you, Aizawa Shouta."
Author's Note: Flower Meanings, Anemone: a feeling of having been forsaken, anticipation.Yellow Chrysanthemum: slighted love. Gladiolus: faithfulness,remembrance.
