Deprived. ||Aizawa X Teacher!Reader||

Chapter 22

I started toying with his hair when he spoke. "So, what was with that dream last night?" He asked, not looking up at me.  

I cringed, realizing I would have to explain everything right now. I sighed. "It's a really long story. How much time have you got?" I asked, looking at the clock. 

"They don't expect me to come in today, but I'm gonna do anyway. So I guess I've got all day." He said, keeping his head on my chest. I could feel my heart rate increasing. That's when he looked up at me. I guess I looked panicked, because his face immediately looked concerned. "Hey, calm down. It was just a dream." He said, pushing himself off me and reaching up to touch my face. 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, pressing my face against his hand. I had every fear that if I told him I killed a child and failed the mission I was on that he would see me as a villain. My thoughts came to a screeching halt when he kissed me. I smiled and kissed him back, then he pulled away, moving from on top of me to beside me. I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, taking another breath.

I closed my eyes and slowly began to tell him what happened with the mafia. I told him everything. I told him how I killed a child. I told him how that was why Koki was out for my blood. I told him how I saw him in my dream and how it was him instead of Koki telling me he would end me. By the time I finished my story, I was bawling. I buried my face into my knees, not wanting to face the rejection from him. He didn't say anything for a while.

I was bawling into my knees, my tears soaking the borrow sweater I was wearing. I felt him move off the bed and stand. I just cried harder, knowing that he was going to tell me to leave. I felt his hand grab mine and pull my toward the edge of the bed. I looked up from my knees, my vision blurred by the slew of tears pouring out if my eyes. I stood from the bed and would have collapsed, if he didn't have such a strong, supporting grip on my arm. 

"I'm sorry. I understand." Was all I could squeak out. 

He the did something that I didn't expect. He pulled me into a hug, pressing my head to his chest. He rested his head on top of mine and was rubbing circles on my lower back. I had stopped crying for a split second, trying to process what was happening. Once I had made the conclusion that he didn't hate me, the waterworks started again. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, careful not to hurt his side. 

After a good while, my crying had slowed to sniffles as I attempted to wipe my tears off his bare chest. His embrace was warm and comforting, but also strong and supportive. I successfully wiped his chest clear of my tears and slowly, I tried to remove myself from him. I tried to push off of him, but he pulled me back in. I was a bit confused at first, but then I felt him trying to mask his ragged breathing. 

I didn't say anything, knowing what was happening. I just stayed in his embrace, and he tightened his grip. It was my turn to comfort him. I rubbed circles on his back, also taking in the moment of exploring the terrain of his body. After a little while longer, he separated himself from me and rubbed his face, obviously trying to wipe away the tears before I saw them. I knew they were there, so it was futile. I repeated this action, though and rubbed my face. 

"Y-you don't hate me? You don't think I'm a villain?" I asked, my voice breaking 

I looked at him and he gave me a sad smile. His eyes were red, as were mine. He grabbed my hand and looked down. There was silence a moment. 

"No, I don't hate you. You're not a villain. You couldn't help what happened. And, I want you to know, that I will never hurt you. Ever." He said quietly, his gaze coming back up to meet mine. I returned his sad smile. 

"Okay." I said. He pulled me back into another quick hug and pecked my lips before stepping back from me. 

He went back into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear the water for the shower start and I sighed, rubbing my face again. "This is not how I expected to be starting my morning." I mumbled. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, just listening to the sounds of the day.

After fifteen minutes or so, the shower turned off. I took that as my cue to get out so he could get changed into his day clothes. As I stood off the bed, he opened the door. I looked over at him and a blush dusted my cheeks almost instantly. He was holding a towel around his hips, his V-line was very prominent, water beaded off his body, his hair was brushed back, and his body was letting off steam. I tore my eyes off of him and ran out of the room, my mind racing with bad thoughts. 

I went and sat on his couch, pulling my knees up to my chest and letting my mind wander, only making my blush darken significantly. I buried my face in my knees, mentally scolding myself for letting my mind go to those places. As I was lost in my mental tirade of hornyness, I didn't hear him enter the room. 

"Did you like what you saw?" He asked with a chuckle. 

My head snapped up and I made eye contact, stealing his sight in an instant. He yelped, then laughed, grabbing the wall to keep his bearings. The moment I realized who it was I sighed and closed my eyes, returning his sight. He blinked a few times and smiled at me.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." I said, my answer being very obvious. I kept my eyes closed a moment before looking up at him. He was dressed now and his hair was still wet, hanging around his face like it normally did. A light blush still painted my cheeks as I stood. I heard him stifle a laugh and I narrowed my eyes at him. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go do the same." I said, pushing past him. 

As I was walking into his bedroom, I took off the over sized sweater. My entire top half was exposed and I tossed the sweater onto his bed. I walked into the bathroom and stripped the rest of the way after shutting the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, my fingers gently gazing over the faded scar on my stomach from where I was shot. I shook off the feeling and I got into the shower and let the hot water wash over my body. Because I didn't bring anything with, I had to use his body wash and such. I didn't mind, but my hair did. I showered quickly, and got out, wrapping a towel around myself. I towel dried my hair as best as I could and left it to air dry. I opened the door and found a pile of clothes sitting on the bed, neatly folded with a note on top. 

'Sorry, I had to run while you were in the shower. I grabbed these from your room at the dorms yesterday so you would have clean clothes. I also sent a notice to our design company to have them replace your hero costume. My phone number should already be in your phone, so if you need anything, just text me. ~Shouta' Is what the note read. 

I smiled at his hand writing. It was neatly sloppy. And his signature was adorable. I set the note aside and looked through the clothes. He brought me a few outfits, mostly blacks. I smiled, because my blacks actually matched. I noticed there was a message on the back of the note, so I flipped it over. 

'I picked out your clothes this time.' 

I laughed to myself and dropped my towel. He even brought me undergarments, which made me blush a little. I slid my clothes on and sighed, setting the extra clothes where they wouldn't be in the way.I grabbed my phone and slid it into my back pocket. Then I went out and plopped onto the couch, turning on the news.

"Today marks day two of the attacks on U.A. high school, being led by mafia leader Koki Suzuki. The barrage of attacks has not been let up at all. We have eyes in the sky to survey the school." The news anchor said as the scene cut to a sky shot of people fighting on the U.A. campus.