Chapter 10
(y/n) = your name
(l/n) = last name
Something was wrong, and Aizawa knew it. He entered the apartment, and she'd already started cooking without him. The smell of a hot pot was prevalent throughout the house. Shouta was on his guard the minute he realized he couldn't hear music. He leaned on the side of the counter trying to meet her eye. "Everything alright?" Her whole being was tense. She nodded, confirming she was fine. "I think you might be lying to me." Come on (y/n), you should know you can tell me what's bothering you. "So, what if I am?" she asked, venom laced in her voice. "Hey, what's up? I'm on your side, remember?" she stopped, mid stir.
"Are you? Because sometimes, I have to wonder if you just like making me feel like an idiot." She rounded on him now, poking at his chest, making him back up out of the kitchen. " (l/n) (y/n), the quirkless runaway. Who could possibly see her as anything approaching romanceable! She's damaged goods! Not even her own SISTER wanted her around." Her voice was booming and vengeful as she shoved him again, leading him towards the door. "If you're just spending all this time with me out of pity, or some sense of obligation because I invited you over, then don't bother. I don't need your pity, or your company!"
Aizawa was sent reeling. What was she talking about? "What? (y/n), when did I ever say any of this?" she laughed. "Don't you know how thin the walls are? Izuku and I both heard you, loud and clear. 'Good Christ, Yamada, I don't like (y/n)!' Well maybe, 'Pro Hero' I don't like you either! You always treat me like I'm breakable, and don't deny it. I've noticed how you never let me handle the knives in the kitchen! I'm not naïve either, but no matter what I do or what I say, you always end up making me feel like a fool, and I'm sick of it. I want you, and your racoon eyes, and your weird mummy scarf, and your homeless man scruff out of my God damn house!" Aizawa got mad right back
"(y/n), of course your breakable! You're not Batman, you're a 28-year-old bookworm who barley comes up to my chin! You're a stubborn, quirkless little girl who thinks she's the Baddest Bitch in the yard. Well I've got news for you miss Bad Bitch, the reason I don't let you do the kitchen jobs that involve blades is because you're so busy dancing around like a lunatic that I'm afraid you're going to cut a finger off! If anyone makes you look like an idiot, (l/n), it's yourself."
"Oh! So now I'm a now child, too? Are you going to buy child locks for the doors of my cleaning supply cabinet next? Maybe put bubble wrap on all the sharp edges in the house! I'm a grown. Ass. Woman. Shouta." She permeated each word by poking him in the chest, rather harshly. "If I cut my hand off It's my problem, not yours. Let me tell you, I've been dancing while holding sharp cooking tools since I was fifteen and Look!" She said in a false bewildered tone, wiggling all ten of her fingers in his face. "Still got all my digits! If I goof around while I'm completing a task, it's because I know what I'm freaking doing. I've been tying my own shoes for decades, now. I don't need a man to come into my life and take care of me the way you seem to think I do. You're not my dad, Shouta, and you certainly aren't my boyfriend. You made that abundantly clear." The door was open, and she was shoving him out into the hall. "Oh, and you're right. I'm not Batman. I'm Squirrel Girl, Motherfucker."
The door is slammed right in his face, and he's left dumbfounded. Had this all really been because she heard him say he didn't like her? His face was hot, and he felt the anger and shame of a fresh argument boiling him from the inside out.
He could hear her, quietly crying from the other side of the door, and he couldn't. He could not hear her cry. He wasn't about to go waltzing back in and apologize just because she's in there blubbering. She instigated the argument, not him. Growling, he stomps back into his apartment, finds his hero gear and leaves the space again. The way he slams the door behind him sounds like a gunshot, and he's almost surprised he didn't break it. With one last look at (y/n)'s apartment door, he turns. Storming off down the two flights of stairs and into the night.
If she wanted to act like a stubborn child for no reason, she could be his guest.
Author's Note: as much as I love writing cute little fluff scenes, and how much I'm looking forward to the resolution to this chapter, I have to say writing the dialogue for this bit of the story was really really fun! I know I have a weird update schedule, I've been posting several chapters over the last couple of days, and it's a bit all over the place. I'm not even sure where I'm going to end this, I have like, a few more ideas for how to progress the story form here, but after that, I don't know. Next chapter there's going to be a Villain crisis that our beloved reader gets caught in the middle of, and I'm excited to write it. It might even come out later tonight. Idk. All I know is that at least one person is reading all these. Maetrix, your comments give me LIFE.