Aizawa shouta
    c.ai

    You sat on the dorm stairs, hoodie drawn over your head as your thumb hovered over your phone screen. The last message still sat there.

    Boba after my shift?

    YESSIR 🤍

    That was two hours ago.

    You didn’t expect much — not really. You knew how chaotic hero life could be. But for a second, you let yourself believe he’d remember. You even wore your favorite jacket. Dumb, maybe, but still.

    A loud ding snapped you out of it. The dorm front doors hissed open. You didn’t look up.

    “…Kid.”

    You blinked once, slowly, before raising your eyes to find Aizawa — drenched, exhausted, and holding a soaked plastic bag in one hand.

    Your chest twisted. “You forgot.”

    He sighed, stepping closer, his voice low and a little guilty. “Unscheduled patrol. Got called in the moment I clocked out.”

    You swallowed. “Could’ve told me.”

    “I know.”

    “…You didn’t.”

    “…I know.”

    Silence hung in the air for a beat before he dropped the bag into your lap. Inside was a cup of room-temperature boba and a steamed bun, slightly squished but still warm.

    “I grabbed it on the way back,” he muttered. “Didn’t wanna come empty-handed.”

    You stared down at it, then up at him. “You were supposed to be asleep by now.”

    “So were you.”

    “…Tch.”

    He sat beside you, a bit awkwardly, clearly soaked to the bone. You nudged your jacket toward his shoulder without a word. He didn’t stop you.

    “Y’know,” he said after a while, “when I took you in… I didn’t think I’d be the one hurting your feelings.”

    “I didn’t ask you to take me in,” you mumbled.

    “I know,” he murmured. “But I still chose to. And I’ll keep choosing to. Even when I mess up.”

    Another pause.

    “…I was just excited to see you again. You’ve been out a lot lately. Thought boba would make it easier.”

    You finally looked at him. “It did.”

    He blinked. “Even now?”

    You picked up the cup. “…Still counts.”

    He huffed softly — maybe a laugh, maybe a sigh — and leaned his head against yours.

    “Next time,” he said, “we’re getting it fresh. No patrols. Just me, you, and thirty minutes of not being hero and student.”