My Hero [ Aizawa Shouta x Reader ]

Chapter 50: Our Last Festival

Like a metronome, the rhythm of his heart lulled you as if in a sanctuary. He had his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head leaned against his sturdy chest. The bedroom was dark but the night scape outside the window gleamed brightly.

'How did it come to this...' you whispered in your heart.

It all started when you agreed to spend the remaining time with Aizawa. Before you knew it, you were in the same bed as him, both under one blanket. He insisted that you sleep here until it's finally time and as promised, you agreed. But you didn't know he meant that you were going to share the same bed with him.

Unlike the previous night where the two of you slept together, he was very clingy this time round. He made sure that there weren't any gaps in between and embraced you ever so closely. It felt warm and tender. You felt his chest rise and fall steadily as his breathing lightly blew your strands of hair.

You looked up to see if he was asleep and it seems like he was. His calm demeanour was so comforting that you couldn't help but gaze at his sleeping face. His black tousled hair that sprawled out on the pillow, the stubble on his chin, his long eyelashes, everything about him looked so ethereal. You wondered if you were deserving enough to experience such serenity with the man you love. Being cuddled and told that he loves you just felt surreal.

"Staring at me won't get you to sleep," he spoke with his eyes closed.

You jerked slightly in surprise. "Sorry, I thought you were asleep..."

Aizawa slowly opened his eyes and glanced at your innocent face. He chuckled softly while pulling you closer.

"How am I supposed to sleep peacefully when you're next to me. My head is really going crazy right now," he replied without breaking eye contact. There was a tint of pink seared across his face.

"I could say the same..." you whispered, clutching the textile of his black shirt.

He swallowed his saliva hard in attempt to resist the urge. Everything about you just makes his heart flutters and he was unsure how long he could hold back this feeling. There were so many things he wanted to do with you but that would just go against the morals of a teacher.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat. "There's a place I want to go tomorrow with you,"

"Tomorrow? Where to?" You asked.

"Asakusa, to celebrate the Tanabata festival." He said.

Tanabata, also known as the Star Festival, is celebrated to commemorate the romantic story of "two lovers" represented by the stars Vega and Altair which can only meet once a year, according to Japanese folklore. It is celebrated by writing wishes onto strips of paper and hanging them on leafy stalks of bamboo, in hopes that they will be granted.

"It's been so long since we went to a festival together. The last time we had one, you were on the brink of death. And that was the last I saw of you in that world," his voice dwindled.

Mouth agape, you recalled the last summer festival with the 15 year old Aizawa, both sweet and bitter moments. The way your body was fading away and how he and Oboro helped to get you to the time machine.

"Yes, I would love to celebrate it with you," you replied with a tinge of sadness, knowing that this would be the last.

You buried your face into his clothes as he rested his chin on top of your head. Slowly, the two of you began drifting to sleep despite the weight of your heart pulling you down.
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The morning ray of light beamed brightly through the windows however what awoke Aizawa was not the sun but the smell of eggs. He got on his feet and sluggishly entered the kitchen to find you preparing bento boxes. He scanned your figure from behind; hair put up in a bun, apron over his oversized sweater that he lent you, delicate hands arranging the assortment of food into the bento boxes.