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Aizawa Shouta

Being a teacher during the day and a pro hero on patrol during the night was tiring. And everybody could see it on Aizawa’s face. Somehow, some people thought that he was lazy. Too lazy to even feed himself something consistent or take care of his appearance.

But a day only had 24h and it wasn’t always possible to cook or to be perfect from head to toe. And honestly he didn’t really care if his hair was a mess as long as it was clean. And he also didn’t care about being misjudged.

Present Mic had looked at him intensely for five long minutes. Waiting for something, probably a sign of attention from Aizawa.

“What ?”

“Do you want to share lunch ?”

He sure was hungry but a look to his phone made him refuse Hizashi’s offer. He was waiting for someone.

Five minutes later, you entered the room, out of breath. You took a quick look at your watch and sighed. You weren’t that late after all. You smiled in Shouta’s direction and began to politely great everyone in the room.

You always had the impression to be a sort of miracle when you came to U.A.. They would all look at your husband, waiting for a particular behavior or phrasing. But Shouta didn’t change for anyone, and that was part of why you loved him. Another part was that he did treat you differently, but it wasn’t visible enough to anyone else.

It could be a look in his eyes, a hand that lingered a bit too much, or just the fact that he “forgot” his lunch from time to time just to see you during the day. But he wouldn’t have admit it even under torture.

“I’m going to stay a bit, I’m out of breath.” You said while sitting next to him.

“Sorry, I forgot to take it this morning.” He took the little bag you brought him.

“Yeah right.”

You felt his arm pressed against yours as he repositioned himself. Totally unintentional. You grinned. You wanted to kiss him but he wasn’t fond of public display of affection. You would kiss him tonight.

Just seeing him had you energized for the rest of the day. You jumped on your feet.

“Okay, I have other things to do, see you at home !”

You were going to leave when Shouta’s strong hand took yours, pulling you to him. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips and went back to his lunch under the many stares of his co-workers.

You left U.A. blushing and smiling stupidly. It was a good day.