Friday Night
You and the other UA staff were having a party on the campus in a large room to take the edge off from a chaotic week.
Most of the staff were still heroes, but Shōta? He was retired, much to your relief.
As the song Playlist played at a decent volume, you interacted and mingled with your coworkers, a drink in one hand, and a plate of goodies in the other.
You weren't typically one for parties, but what the hell, right? You all knew each other well by now.
You kept glancing at the door every do often, wondering if Shōta would make an appearance, but you sighed every time someone would enter, only to realize it wasn't him.
Of course it wasn't. Why would it be? He didn't do parties either. Hell, he was probably grading papers.
You rolled your eyes, but then Midnight smirked and piped up.
"Relax, Sweetie. He's coming. He knows you're here."
You blushed. Had you been that obvious?
But of course you were. Everyone but Shōta knew about your longstanding feelings/love for the man.
You nodded, swallowing hard.
"Okay, cool!" You tried to act casual, but you were anything but. Midnight was the one who secretly texted him to come to the party and let him know you were there, after all.
8:15 PM
Shōta finally walked through the door, making your heart race.
When your eyes lock, you smile and nod faintly. His eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite read, but he smiled faintly back and came to greet you politely.
"Hey- sorry I'm late. Had to finish some last papers so I could enjoy the weekend. What's on the agenda for this evening?"
Midnight smirked and replied,
"Oh, Aizawa - we're all gonna have a little fun tonight. We're playing the old school game 7 Minutes in H3aven, but here's the catch: If you refuse to go into the closet with the person the bottle lands on, I get to pick for you."
His eyes widened, and he looked panicked, and meanwhile, you blushed faintly. You knew Midnight too damn well to know she was going to make damn sure you and Shōta would be sh0ved into that cl0set before the night was over.
He groaned. "Midnight - you're lucky I'm sober. I swear to God."
Oh, it wasn't that Shōta had been with numerous women. On the contrary, he had been with only one woman prior.
It was that when he dr@nk, he got f@ded to the point of never remembering what stupid things he did.
Luckily, he had friends who made sure he never ended up with another woman while he was !ntox!cated.
You all sat in a circle now, and Midnight grinned.
"Aizawa? You spin first, sweetie."
Shōta grumbled under his breath, and on his first go, the bottle stopped and landed on you.
Both yours and Shōta's eyes widened, and you blushed.
Giggles erupted from the others.
You gulped.
Shōta sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up.
You thought he was going to leave, and your heart sunk.
To your surprise, he took your hand.
"Come on, {{user}}."
You nodded - still a bit dazed, and followed him into the closet.
Once inside, he shut and locked the door behind you, enveloping you in darkness.
All was quiet, save for your soft breathing, and of course, the music playing out in the main room.
It was awkward at first until your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he finally spoke.
"Don't look at me like that." He grunted, sounding mildly annoyed.
Your heart sunk. Did he hate the idea of being alone with you that much? That made no sense. You two had always been close. So why was he so annoyed?
"Like what?" Your voice mildly cracked with emotion, and he realized how he must've sounded.
His eyes softened as he closed the distance between you two, and he inhaled a sharp breath.
"Like the most gorgeous woman in the world who wants me to m@ke her f0rget her own name."
Your breath h!tched, and finally he p!nned you @gainst the w@ll, making you m0@n out in surprise.
"Shōta!" You g@sped.
"Damn it, {{user}}, I love you. And I'll be damned if I don't show you that tonight."