Sober || Shota Aizawa

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a/n: don't do drugs kids

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I groaned as I clung to the edge of the counter, my head spinning. I was having one hell of a day and drinking away my problems seemed like a reasonable solution since I didn't want to bother Aizawa. I had no damn clue what time it was, but it was late. The clicking of Aizawa's keyboard trailed down into the kitchen, where I was surrounded in empty bottles and my tears. I got a call in the middle of the night, telling me some shitty news I couldn't remember at this point. Aizawa was in his office area when this happened so I snuck downstairs into the kitchen and gathering all the alcohol I could find. Whenever I got sober, I would have to thank Mic for demanding us we had a party and forcing me to buy alcohol.

I stumbled over slightly as I reached for the last bottle that wasn't emptied, but the familiar scarf wrapped around my wrist. I groaned and sunk down into the ground, watching the fabric slip away from my wrists. No matter how drunk I got I still seemed to get wrapped up in my thoughts, I hiccuped as Aizawa walked over to my sulking body. "What the hell are you doing drinking at four in the morning on a damn school night?" He said, his voice was stern but his face showed more concern than anger. I sighed and blew hair out of my face, sliding down. "Goddamnit, Mic." He grunted and slipped a hand under my head, propping me up.

He kneeled down, adjusting me so I was sitting up. I hiccuped again, tears welling in my eyes. "Sh-Shota, will you.." I paused to hiccup, "you-you wo-won't leave me?" I slurred, staring at the cabinets, my heart-wrenching at the thoughts. Maybe if I was anything but a sappy drunk, this night would've gone so different. He furrowed his brows and let out a sigh. He slid down sitting next to me, staring at the cabinets as well. "E-everyone is gone." I muttered, drooping over onto him.

I let out a croaked sob, "I know it's hard and it seems like everyone's leaving you, but I promise you they aren't." He shifted my head so I was looking at him now. "Y/N, I'm not going anywhere." He whispered and rubbed my shoulder, he would love to have a serious discussion but he knew he wouldn't get anywhere if he tried to talk while I was this hammered. Little did I know, but the second he saw my face when he came over to me he broke instantly. He hated seeing me sad, he hated it mainly when he thinks that there is some way he could've helped me. Like, maybe if I had gone to bed when she did I could've prevented it.

He shifted and moved me so he was holding onto me, I sniffled and curled up slightly. I had many stages when it came to drinking, if I drink alone I tend to get sappy and turn into a sobbing mess. My confession to Aizawa happened while I was drunk, how romantic. "I-I miss you, Sho-Shota. Y-you, do-don't like me do you?" I held back a hiccup and waited for his response, I waited for him to say I was drunk and push away the conversation again. I knew I was drunk, but even when I'm not he turns it away.

He pushed the questions away and he pushes me away, it made me feel so guilty. I had started asking him those questions when someone told me I had pressured him into a relationship, it made me over think a lot of Aizawa's normal behavior. "I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry I'm not there as much as you need me to be." He propped me up again and stood up. I thought he was going to leave me there until I got lifted up, "We can talk about this more when your sober, I guess someone won't be showing up to school." He cracked a small smile and headed up the stairs.

My tears died down and I felt a tiny bit of reassurance, I was too drunk to think about his words that much but hearing him not turn me away made me content. I smiled into his chest and yawned, I probably needed the vacation anyway so I wasn't too concerned. The thought of how bad this hangover was going to be was killing me slowly already. Aizawa set me down on the bed, tucking me in. I like to tease him when he goes into 'mom' mode, like when I'm sick or a mess like now. At the moment, I was too out of it to even call out to him when he walked away. I was about to force myself to roll over until I felt the blanket shift, letting me know he was still there.

He pulled me closer to his chest, wrapping an arm around me. He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head, mumbling a small 'goodnight' and an 'I love you'. I smiled and closed my eyes, maybe even if the hangover would be the death of me I won't regret drinking.

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