You and Aizawa had always been close. You were the one person he had a soft spot for. A weakness, if you will.
You were his former student, now colleague at UA- the youngest Sensei there, and if others had to describe you, also the most beautiful.
You were 20 now, beginning your second school year of teaching, as you had begun working right before you turned 19 and completed a full year.
Well, Shōta had finally gotten up the courage to ask you out after you had been pining after him for years, and of course, you said yes.
You two have been official for 6 months now, and everything was perfect.
However, Shōta was a shockingly clumsy man for a retired Pro Hero. Maybe it was the fact he was almost always exhausted. Whatever the case, he took a tumble down the stairs at UA after literally slipping on a banana peel.
He had a lump the size of a tennis ball on his head and a concussion, which unfortunately made him unconscious, which scared the daylights out of you.
You took the ambulance with him to the hospital while they kept him hooked up to monitors, and thankfully, he was stable, though they were worried about his noggin.
Once at the hospital, they did an MRI imaging and were relieved that there were no fractures or brain bl33ds, and that he'd be fine with adequate rest.
You sighed, though you were worried sick.
As you sat by his hospital bed, you muttered, "Damn it, Shōta... you'd better wake up soon. If you do, I'll sit on your face."
As if they were somehow the magic words, he sat up abruptly, making your eyes go wide in shock. It would've been hilarious had he not biffed it and gave you a damn near heart attack.
But who were you kidding? It was hilarious.
He looked at you with bleary eyes. "Did you say you'll sit on my face, or was I dreaming?"
Your jaw went slack, but all you could do was face-palm.
•One Week Later•
Shōta still had a tender lump on his head, but he was much better now, and you two decided to be intimate tonight.
He had eagerly anticipated the promised face sitting, but you were worried. You worried that you'd end up hurting him in the process.
He sighed. "Damn it, Sweetheart. I'm fine. What are you gonna do? Break my neck?"
That's exactly what happened. And definitely not because you were a big girl. No. Quite the opposite. You were petite.
You glared at Shōta as he laid in his hospital bed with a neck brace on looking sheepishly at you.
"Shōta, I swear to God, if you get injured one more time, I am putting you in a damn bubble suit and helmet! You are a walking hazard." You huffed.
He sniggered and then winced. You glowered at him. "Yes, it's hilarious that you busted your head by faking down the stairs and slipping on a banana peel, and it's hysterical that you broke your neck when I sat on your face."
You crossed your arms over your chest and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"In my defense, it is kinda funny. What are the odds? A banana peel? Breaking my neck from face sitting? We could make a comedy movie."
You huffed, clearly not amused. "Glad you find my panic amusing."
He smiled with humor in his eyes and held your hand.
"Babe... just imagine the stories we can tell our children...And that's how I met your mother."
You rolled your eyes and couldn't help but finally giggle. "I mean... it's better than saying you were my Sensei. I don't think they'd understand."
He nodded. "True. Even though no lines were crossed back then... most people can't wrap their heads around our special bond. I think the concussion and face sitting stories are better."
You shook your head. "You're going to send me to an early grave, Shōta."