I saw you wrote for Aoyama and I have to request an Aoyama with an socially anxious S/O. Like, will only leave the house if it’s on fire and only if its a big fire socially anxious. Love your writing!

kokoskandy:

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It was a chilly Saturday morning. Nothing felt better then to rest and sleep in, your teacher was absolutely ruthless with exams, so having nothing to worry about for the day and staying inside the Comforts of your dorm room was heaven. You were rather anti-social and preferred to keep to yourself, so when your sparkling boyfriend Aoyama begged you to meet his friends (due to some of his classmates that refused to believe Aoyama’s claims of having an actual girlfriend) —the students of 1-A—was beyond nerve-racking for you.

You didn’t mind being a student of the support course, you had less eyes watching you and people weren’t judging you or your quirk.

Your eyes stayed shut as you heard your phone ring, The familiar ringtone of Aoyama’s favorite song chimed as you groped your nightstand for the noisy item. After finally grasping onto the metallic device, you forced your heavy eyelids to slightly open and used your index finger to swiped the green button, accepting his call.

“Y/N!, my darling! I’ll pick you up in five minutes! Good bye!”

“n-n-no Aoyama, wait! —”

Aoyama hung up before you could actually say something, he never gives you the opportunity to reply.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you hid under your blanket. You squeezed your eyes shut as anxiety started to wash over you.

You hated big crowds and was horrible at socializing.

Minutes felt like seconds as Aoyama was already at your door, knocking it in a rhythmic way.

“Y/N, love. I’m Coming In~”

Sung your glittery boy as he welcomed himself in.

His shiny outfit lit up your dark dorm room as Aoyama ripped off the blankets that kept you all nice and snug,letting the cold air nip at your skin.

You whimpered at the sudden action and began to tug at the blanket, leading into a pathetic game of tug-a-war.

You pulled hard against the fluffy material as Aoyama let go, making you fall back.

“Y/N, why are you not ready?, my friends are just dying to meet you!”

Exaggerated Aoyama as he empathized the word ‘dying’ whist making a dramatic pose.

“I don’t want to go Aoyama…They wont like me…”

You muttered out as the blonde finally stayed quiet, long enough for you to explain.

“you know how I feel about meeting new people . it’s scary”

Aoyama’s eyes began to water as he over dramatically apologized to you.

“I’m sorry y/n, it’s just, I love you and I want to show you off to my friends. I mean, I’m fabulous but together we’re beyond fabulous we’re…. Twinkling! Anyone and everyone would love to befriend you!”

Aoyama complemented you as he sat down next to you and wrapped the blanket around the both of you as you snuggled up to each other.

“ but I understand that you would prefer my fabulous company over anyone else’s ”

He gloated as you rested your on his chest.

“we can stay here, in your dull and hideous room and cuddle….If that’s what you want”