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Wet Clay (P.4)

Shouta Aizawa x Reader

Summary: You have a session with Bakugo and Midoriya- and then get called out by your co-workers over your relationship with Shouta.

Word Count: 5,500+

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Once you step into the school, you immediately realize how wrong this is.

“Hey,” you stop in your tracks as you speak, Bakugo glaring at you from over his shoulder. You try not to let it get to you as you look around the building, a frown on your face. “Wait here, okay?” Your brain is slowly formulating a plan- you’re sure it will work, but you need permission to put it into action. Bakugo fully turns around as you walk off, yelling loud enough to disturb classes on several floors.

“Hey! That’s not how this works! Where the hell are you going?!”

“I said to wait here, Bakugo,” there’s an authoritative tone in your voice- you don’t usually talk like this, but Bakugo is different. You already know that a session with him is going to be wildly different than a session with anyone else.

Don’t be a pushover, but don’t take control. Use your authority when it matters, but don’t beat him over the head with it. Someone like Bakugo needs more freedom in order to articulate himself properly- controlling his temper is going to be difficult.

As you step into the bottom floor elevator, you watch as he begrudgingly sits on one of the chairs in the lobby, his foot tapping up and down at a rabbit’s pace.

At least he listened to you.

---

It takes around five minutes before you’re heading back down the elevator, a pissed off Bakugo waiting for you in the meanwhile. There’s a smile on your face as you walk past him and toward the U.A doors. “Come on, Bakugo, we’re going on a field trip!”

“What?!” Bakugo, ever the demanding one, sprints until he’s walking in front. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but still, he walks with confidence.

“Would you really talk to me at all if I forced you to sit in my office?” Bakugo’s mouth opens but you answer for him. “No, you wouldn’t. So we’re going to the training gym. I hope you can handle it,” there’s a glint in your eye as you challenge him.

“Of course I can handle it!! Let’s go!!”

He responds exactly as you expected him to.

---

“This isn’t the training gym.”

You grin. “Really? What gave it away?”

Bakugo is right and wrong. This isn’t the training gym that he’s familiar with, but it’s still technically U.A property. The two of you are surrounded by a lush, green forest, the trees reaching miles into the air as they sit deep in the earth. It’s perfect for someone like Bakugo.

“Listen, I talked to Nezu about this and he gave the go-ahead. This is where we’ll do our sessions- the session we have now, and at any point in the future. I want you to be able to move freely, do what you want, and say what you want. But there’s a catch, okay?” Bakugo’s attention is fully on you as you remove your jacket and roll up your sleeves. “You have to listen to me, and you can’t run away until our thirty minutes is up. Does that sound like something you can do?”

His eye angrily twitches. “Fine,” he huffs. You place your jacket on a nearby rock and nod, happy with his answer. You have a feeling that he’s only playing along right now because this is a mandatory session Shouta gave him- so you’re going to do your best with the compliance you have at the moment.

“Alright. So, we’ll start simple. I want you to yell at the trees.”

Bakugo stares at you for a moment before he scowls, that scary look he often wears coming back. “You’re crazy.”

You sigh. “No, I’m not. You said you’ll do what I say, and I say: yell at the trees.” You point at the abyss of the forest and Bakugo rolls his eyes so hard that it’s possible they might fall out. “You have anger problems, Bakugo. You constantly yell at your classmates and your teachers- it needs to stop. You have to learn when and where to let out everything that’s burning in you. I want to show you how to control your anger and let it out in a healthy manner.”

“I don’t have anger problems,” he’s not looking at you anymore. He’s glaring daggers into the ground and you huff. You turn toward the trees, taking a deep, calming breath.

And then you let it all out.

“My sister canceled her Hulu subscription!” You scream at the top of your lungs and Bakugo jolts in surprise next to you, his eyes wide. Your body leans forward as you force out your scream, eyes tightly closed. “Now how am I going to watch my shows?! You want me to pay for it?! Fuck no, I’m not going to waste my money!”

Huffing wildly, you look over to Bakugo and give him a fierce grin. The look on his face morphs- and you think he finally gets it.

“Shitty Deku! Shitty shitty hair! Shitty extras! They’re all in my way- why do they keep looking at me like that?!” Bakugo finally screams, his face pleased but angry at the same time. You listen as well as you can- but you keep yelling to egg him on.

“Why do my friends always tell me to take it easy?! I know what I’m doing! Don’t tell me what to do!”

“Why does everyone think I’m a villain?! I’m a hero! I’m going to be the best hero there is!”

The two of you continue to scream into the forest for around ten minutes. Near the end, you have to call it quits because you’ve teared up your throat and you can feel your vocal cords burning. When you head to your discarded items on the ground you take out two water bottles- one for you, and one that you throw Bakugo’s way. He catches it with ease and then the next two minutes of your session is spent chugging water and catching your breath.

...Now comes the hard part. Getting him to actually talk about his feelings instead of screaming them out.

“Okay,” you take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Your voice cracks as you speak, but that’s to be expected. “That went great. I’m, uh… a little winded, but that was good.”

“I’m not,” Bakugo seems to have all his energy back as he grins and cracks his knuckles.

“Jesus Christ,” you groan, “how do you do that?”

“Practice.”

“...Right. So, are you ready for the next big thing? We still have…” You look at your watch. “Fifteen minutes.” Bakugo doesn’t bother to hide his angry, disappointed look. You huff out a sigh and look around the earth floor until you find a heavy stump- it’s the best thing to sit on, so you head toward it and make yourself comfortable.

“Since we’re ‘getting this over with’ and everything, let’s get right to it. What about Midoriya makes you so angry?” You throw his words from earlier back at him, crossing your legs and leaning your elbows on your thighs.

“Nothing,” he immediately frowns. “I don’t care about that shitty extra enough to be affected by him!”

“But you are,” you immediately argue, “just the mention of Midoriya has you tensing up. I’ll be honest- I don’t know anything about your history with your classmate. But I’d like to know so I can help you move on from whatever is holding you back.”

His eye twitches. “I’m not being held back! I’m stronger than Deku- better than him!”

“But it’s not because you’re naturally better than him- you’ve gone out of your way to become stronger to spite him. Why? Why do you need to be better than Midoriya?”

“Because I am better!”

This is getting nowhere. You realized that no, you couldn’t change Bakugo’s drilled in behaviors with one session, but you thought you could at least loosen him up a bit. But he’s too defensive- whatever answer lies in him is tied up with a lock and key that you don’t have to tools to unlock yet.

“Okay,” you purse your lips and stand back up. “Let’s do it this way. Every time you feel like you need to yell at Midoriya, Kirishima- anyone, I want you to hold your breath and count to five. Slowly exhale and move on. And then at the end of the day, I want you to come out here and let it all out.” You look Bakugo in the eye and frown. “Does that sound like something you can do?”

“I don’t see why I should listen to you,” he frowns back, hands going back in his pockets as his whole body grows tense with frustration.

“Because I know what I’m doing. I don’t tell you to do things to boss you around or to make you weak, I tell you to do things because I believe they will make you strong and they will help you become a better hero.” You slowly start to pick up your things on the ground, shrugging your jacket back on and straightening it out with a tug. “You can choose to follow my advice or you can throw it away. I don’t control you, Bakugo- I’m just here to help. If letting go of your problems and yelling at the trees helped… do yourself a favor and keep doing it.”

Once your little speech is finished, you head down the path you walked down to get here. “For now, we’ll end this early. Let’s get back to the dorms.”

Bakugo has nothing to say to you- that much is obvious by how he directly avoids your gaze and sulks behind you. Maybe you were harsh- but you don’t think so. The angry blonde just has a lot of thinking to do… so you let the silence suffocate you the entire walk back to the dorms, knowing that it’s a silence that Bakugo desperately needed for now.

---

Coming back to the dorms was slightly awkward since Midoriya was there waiting for both of you. You don’t really blame him- it’s not like he has anything else to do. Bakugo takes one look at him sitting in the common area before he loudly huffs and storms off upstairs, assumingly to his room. You stand in awkward silence with Midoriya until you can hear the sound of Bakugo’s door slamming shut, making both of you jump.

“Did it… go well?” Midoriya winces and you sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“As well as it could, honestly. He just… has some thinking to do. Do you think you can try to stay out of his sight for the rest of the day?” You frown as you realize how unfair that sounds “I know it’s-”

“No, I get it,” Midoriya quickly interrupts you with a sad look. “I usually do that anyway.”

Man, what a sad duo. You walk over to the young hero and sit a respectable distance away from him on the couch, immediately relaxing into the cushions as you do. You hadn’t realized how strung up you were until just now…

“What about you, Midoriya? You want to ‘get it over with’?”

“No, I’m okay,” Midoriya smiles at you with a laugh. “You look pretty wiped out, anyway.”

“I am wiped out. Details are confidential, but I think it’s safe to say we did a lot of yelling. I don’t know how he does it because I’m exhausted.”

Midoriya giggles at you- his nose scrunching up in a cute way. “That sounds like him. Ah- sorry, I’m not laughing at you!”

“No, I know. Anyways, what’s on your agenda for today?”

“Well, I was just trying to study…” You suddenly realize that you had completely overlooked the textbooks and notes on the glass table in front of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!” You sit up quickly, intending to leave before Midoriya quickly waves his hands in protest.

“It’s okay! I could use a break, anyway.” Without meaning to, your eyes move toward a burnt notebook on the table and you can’t help but be curious.

“What’s that?” You point at it and the boy beside you hums.

“It’s my hero notebook…” He softly picks it up- just looking at how he handles it, you can tell that it’s deeply treasured and you find yourself smiling. “I keep it with me in case I think of anything new to put in it… I actually wrote a bit about you!”

“Really?” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you stutter- “b-but I’m not a hero.” You watch as Midoriya flips through the notebook, going toward one of the last pages before he hands it to you.

“W-well, not technically, but your quirk sounds really interesting, and you’re helping everyone in U.A with their feelings… I think that’s pretty... cool,” His cheeks grow red from embarrassment, but you’re honestly touched. You read what he’s put on your page but it’s fairly empty. He’s written the name of your quirk and how you explained it to the class on the first day, and then a few questions he has written on the sides.

You hand the book back to him. “Thank you, Midoriya… I’m very flattered. If you’re curious, I can answer some of the questions you wrote.” You feel like it’s the least you can do.

Midoriya’s face lights up at your offer. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course! I’ll answer what I can.”

The boy grabs his pencil that sat on the table, eagerly flipping it between his fingers as he shifts in his seat, the notebook resting on his thigh. “Okay! So… I guess the first thing I want to know is more how it works.”

“That’s a good start,” you laugh and cross your legs, resting against the couch armrest as you think. “Well, as I said before, my quirk is about sensory. If I touch someone, I can temporarily increase any of their five senses: touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste. I have to really focus on the specific sense I want to heighten on a person- if I do it wrong, all of their senses could be increased, or the wrong one and it would be too much. The human body goes into a shock if this happens so suddenly and drastically, causing a sensory overload. It can take someone out of commission for a while.”

Midoriya quickly writes down everything you had said- his eyes focused as he does. “And you can do it on yourself?”

You nod. “Yes. I actually use it in little ways somewhat frequently- like if I’m eating my favorite dessert, I’ll make my taste a bit more sensitive so I can really taste everything about it. Sometimes it can really ruin food, though, so I don’t do it a lot.”

“That makes sense-“ Suddenly, Midoriya looks like he’s thought of another question as his eyes widen and he looks up at you. “Do you think you might be able to strengthen other quirks?”

Honestly, you’d never thought about it and the question baffles you. “Well, I’m not sure. Do you have an example?”

“Well, Aizawa’s quirk is centered around his eyes. If he looks at a person, he can erase their quirk, but eventually, he needs to blink. And he can’t use his quirk if he can’t see someone… if you used your quirk on him, could it strengthen his quirk by enhancing his sight?”

“...Huh,” you say aloud, still stunned as you sit on the couch with almost nothing to say. “I have no idea. That’s a really good question.”

“Maybe you could try it out… you and Aizawa look like your good friends,” Midoriya mumbles and then writes in his notebook again. You’re once again surprised by him- did it really seem that way?

You suppose you and Shouta are friends, but not enough so that you’d feel comfortable enough experimenting on him. It’s an interesting idea, though.

“Anyway,” you laugh nervously, “any other questions?”

---

Midoriya and you talk for a while until you eventually leave him to his studies, but it felt good to bond with him. Midoriya is a very intelligent kid, and he’s surprisingly thoughtful as well. He’s almost the complete opposite of Bakugo in personality, but their academics match up fairly evenly. They have different thought processes, but they’re equally smart and driven.

It’s not long into the day before you realize that you have basically nothing to do. Bakugo and Midoriya have their studies, but you had left all your work at home, rendering you basically useless for the day. So around noon you finally decide to leave them alone for a bit as you head out to pick up your laptop and files from your office. It shouldn’t be a big deal; you’ll be gone for ten minutes, tops.

But unlikely things have a history of finding you recently, and as soon as you step into the building you’re loudly greeted by Yamada in the lobby, along with a quieter greeting from Yagi.

“___!!! I heard what Shouta did!!! You must be so bored!!!” Yamada booms, hands on his hips once he makes his way over to you at the doors.

You fluster under his intensity and laugh. “Oh, it’s okay! Shouta thought it was for the best, and he was right for the most part. I just came here to gather some of my work so I have something to do.”

You don’t think there’s anything wrong with what you said, but you watch as Yagi’s face grows more and more confused.

“Hey! You used his given name! He lets you do that?!” Yamada seems positively flabbergasted.

“Oh, well-”

“What is your relationship with him, anyway?” Yagi finally speaks, a hand on his chin as he stares at you. “Didn’t you both go out together for breakfast this morning?”

“WHAT!!!”

“It’s not like that!” You quickly deny as your cheeks grow warm. How does he know that, anyway? “He just felt bad for laying this on me, so he treated me for breakfast. That’s all!”

“Shouta doesn’t DO THAT!” Yamada yells. “He fucks me over all the time, you think I get free breakfast?! Yagi, this is weird!”

“It is. Weren’t you touching him last night?”

“WHAT!!!!!!!”

“Don’t say it like that!” You feel a strong urge to push the tall skeletal man over, but you know he’s basically just that: a walking skeleton. He might just fall apart, so you keep your thoughts to yourself. “He was looking tense so I rubbed his back! So what?”

Yagi leans over to Yamada- who might just make your ears bleed soon- and he whispers. “Shouta let them do that, by the way.”

He quickly slaps his hand against Yamada’s mouth before he brings down the whole building.

“It’s not like that,” if Bakugo’s therapy wore you out, it’s almost nothing compared to these two. “Shouta is just a friend of mine. I’m not looking for anything else.” They give you a look and you deadpan. “Really. Anyways, I have to get my work and get back to the students. So just… have a good day,” you sigh with exhaustion and quickly walk away from your co-workers, tail between your legs as you quickly find your office and shut the door as quick as you can.

How highschool. But you suppose it fits, considering you work in one.

---

Even though you had told both Yamada and Yagi to leave it alone, they really don’t. You’re thankfully hidden away in the student dorms, but somehow they got ahold of your phone number, and it’s been three days. Three days of them texting you about Shouta- or, in Yagi’s case, he asks you about your day (and strangely, Midoriya) sometimes and then other times he sends you random recipes he found online. But then he’ll bug you with his questions and you’ll ignore those messages.

You also noticed that even though they liked to tease you, they never dared tease Shouta about it. At this point, it was like a personal joke between the three of you that Shouta absolutely could not be a part of and you were reluctantly a part of. It might be because he’s a lot scarier than you- you can be easy to make fun of just because you don’t have the energy to be too mad about it.

But besides that, you still have work to do. Midoriya has been surprisingly reluctant to see you, and you know that today’s his last day before class. It’s now or never, so you head up the dorm elevator and softly knock on his door.

Midoriya doesn’t look surprised to see you.

“Hey,” you smile down at him. “Are you ready?”

The boy nodded with a ‘yeah’, his feet shuffling anxiously. “S-should we go down to your office, or…?”

“Well, it would be good if we did it in my office, but we don’t have to. Would you rather we do it here?” He nods again. “That’s fine! I hope you have a seat for me!”

Midoriya lets you into his room looking slightly embarrassed- the first thing you notice is that literally everything in his room is branded with All Might colors and design. There’s a beanbag in the corner and that’s about it, so you head over and fall into it with a giggle. “I haven’t been in a beanbag since college!”

“Y-you don’t mind, do you?” He stutters and shuts his door. He looks a lot more nervous than you expected him to be.

“Not at all! I like your room. It’s got a theme… but I’m not sure what.”

Your little joke makes him laugh and you’re glad. He sits down on his bed, crossing his legs and shuffling around to get comfortable for a few minutes. You watch him with an amused look.

“Alright, are you ready?” You ask him again and he quickly nods several times. He seems to be hyping himself up.

“Yes!”

“So- how would you like this to go, Midoriya?” You ask that first. “I can lead the session, or you can lead it and have me make my input whenever you see fit.”

You know he’s never been to therapy, like most of the kids at U.A, because he looks surprised that he has a choice. “Uhm,” he hums. “You lead it.”

You nod at his choice and smile. “Alright. Well, you know why I’m here- you had a fight with Bakugo several days ago, leading to your temporary suspension. Why don’t we start there? What happened?”

“Right. It was after our license exams… I passed and Kacchan didn’t. Kacchan has always wanted to be better than me… So I think it bothered him. He told me to meet him where we fought after everyone went to bed, so I did… Then we fought.” His explanation is a little lacking, but you don’t blame him since this is his first time really talking about it.

You place the iPad you brought with you on your thigh, making a few notes on it as you speak. “You fought. But what lead up to that fight? I’m sure there was a reason that Bakugo decided to lash out on you- and there was a reason why you decided to fight back.”

Midoriya’s shoulders tense and he hums again, his fingers making patterns on his blankets. “I’ve always wanted to be like Kacchan. I’ve always wanted to live up to his expectations a little bit because he’d tease me and say I couldn’t do anything… I wanted to prove him wrong. I wanted to show him that I don’t think less of him- but I’m not weak anymore.”

Even though he’s uneasy, he looks very sure about his answer. You make a few more notes on your screen.

“You said that you don’t think less of him- is that something Bakugo is worried about?”

He nervously laughs, a wincing grin on his face. “Yeah. I don’t know why, but Kacchan has always thought that I’ve looked down on him. It… bugs him. And I don’t know why he thinks that because I’ve never looked down on him or thought I was better.”

You think back on your session with Bakugo. He immediately got sensitive and tense when you brought up Midoriya… But the reason as to why is still a mystery, even with the new information Midoriya has given you.

“Do you know what caused his outburst this time? I heard from Yagi that he felt responsible for his retirement… how do you feel about that?”

He must really care for All Might if his room is anything to go off of.

“I… there’s a lot of factors in All Might’s retirement… It’s complicated.” Midoriya’s hands fall in his lap, twisting together anxiously. “A few other classmates and I helped save Kacchan when he was kidnapped by the League… that probably hurt his pride. And then that’s when All Might fought with All for One. I… feel a little uneasy about it myself, but I had no idea Kacchan took it so personally.”

You nod with a sigh. All these kids have collectively been through so much- it makes you feel uneasy knowing that, but you move on. “That fight was a very big day. The fact that several of you were there to witness it doesn’t make me feel very good, I’ll admit.”

You’ve always wanted to get to the bottom of Bakugo’s kidnapping. Midoriya has a lot of the puzzle pieces, but you try not to pry. It’s best if you get your answers from Bakugo himself.

The rest of the session goes with a certain level of ease. You notice that several times, Midoriya stutters on what to say to you or he grows a lot more nervous than normal. You also notice that it’s almost always when you bring up his quirk or All Might- Midoriya is very obviously hiding something from you. You’re not sure yet if it’s absolutely dire that you need to know what it is, so you try to back off certain topics that make him jumpy for now. You want to make him feel better around you, not worse.

By the end, your topic has changed to school. He’s definitely excited to get back to class- he told you several times about how he doesn’t like that he’s technically behind in everything. You admire his drive to be a hero- it seems to be the thing he’s passionate about most.

“Hey, Midoriya…” The boy had gotten up and out of his bed now that you’ve ended the session, but there’s still one thing left to do. He looks over at you curiously and you blush a little. “Can you help get me out of this thing?”

Both of you laugh as he pulls you out of the beanbag chair.

---

It’s your last day of technically-not-but-still-technically house arrest. Midoriya was bustling through the hallways and main area when you entered the building- but after your talk with him yesterday, you’re not surprised. You give him a high-five as he sprints past you and heads off to school, grinning as he eagerly says goodbye to you.

The kid was really strong though and it left your hand stinging with the aftereffects of his strength for a few minutes after he left.

But other than that, things were relatively normal. All the students have headed off and you helped Bakugo with the dishes so he was up in his room now. Bakugo still didn’t really like talking with you, but he didn’t seem to hate you. He just barely tolerated your presence, which you figure is the best you can get out of him for now.

It’s an hour and a half after everyone has left before Shouta comes over.

You don’t notice him- you’re so busy with your laptop that you don’t even hear him come in and walk over to you. It’s not until he clears his throat that you jump and look at him with wide eyes.

Then you quickly look back at your screen and frown. “I don’t know how you keep doing that.”

He chuckles at you and nudges your shoulder so you look at him again. You notice the paper cup of what is assumingly coffee in his hands- an offer for you. “Congratulations on surviving,” he says.

Immediately you smile and move to take the cup- but then you remember the two men who have been pestering you about exactly this and you freeze. “Um,” you stare at the drink, fingers twitching. You want it. You really want it- but at what cost?

Shouta deadpans. “What’s wrong with you.”

It’s not even a question- it’s like he’s just stating facts and you sigh, taking the cup reluctantly before sinking back into the couch cushions in shame. “Our co-workers won’t stop bothering me.”

You figured that Shouta wouldn’t know what you’re talking about since you know Yamada and Yagi stayed away from him about it, but he looks surprisingly understanding as he sits next to you on the couch. “Ah,” he sighs. And then he groans, a hand resting on his face and pushing his hair back. “I figured those two were doing something.”

“How?”

“They might not be talking to me about whatever they’re doing, but they’re the most obvious people I’ve ever met. They stare at me all day and expect me not to notice. It’s worrisome, considering that they’re both supposed to be heroes.” You snicker at his comment. “So, what is it?”

Squirming in your seat, you place your laptop off your lap and onto the glass table in front of you. “They keep wondering about our relationship and they like to tease me about it. That’s all it is, really, but it’s exhausting to worry over their high-school fantasies.”

Shouta tsks, a heavy sigh leaving him again. His hands hold his own coffee-cup, long fingers tracing the plastic top. “I’m just starting to know Yagi, but I can assure you that Hizashi has always been like that. He loves to meddle in my personal life- I should have warned you.” Then he lifts a hand to once again rest on his forehead. He doesn’t even look upset by their rumors, just Hizashi. “The fact he’s paired up with Yagi isn’t wonderful, though.”

You watch him with a smile. Now that you’re talking with Shouta about it, you can see how silly it all is. Of course, you knew they were being silly before, but now you just want to laugh. “Wanna see what they’ve been texting me?” You throw your phone in his lap before he answers, Yamada’s texts loaded up.

A minute passes as Shouta reads them. Slowly a grin grows on his face, and then he amusedly snorts. “These are hilarious.”

You grin back, laughing as you read some of them over his shoulder. Yamada got very creative with his fantasies- he was always trying to guess how you and Shouta ‘got together’ and what you do when you sneak off. “He’s very determined!”

Without asking, Shouta exits Yamada’s contact and moves to Yagi’s. “What is this?” He scrolls up several times and there’s link after link. You start laughing again, moving back to your own space so you don’t hover over him too much. “Recipes. I think he’s learning how to cook and he wants to include me in it.”

He clicks on one of the links. And then another- and another. “I had no idea All Might had a thing for sweets.” Shouta moves his eyes over to you, still grinning. You can’t help but think that it looks good on him. “He sure texts you a lot. How do I know you and Yagi don’t have something going on?”

“Oh, I’m trying, believe me,” you swipe your phone away from his hands and pocket it. “But I’m just trying to get his money. Do you know how set for life I would be once I manage to woo him?”

Shouta actually laughs at that one, leaning back on the couch cushions and throwing his head back. You quickly stable the cup he’s holding as you laugh along, not wanting him to spill it on himself. He calms down once he realizes but still cackles under his breath as he sits upright.

Once again, you’re filled with intrusive thoughts. Like how you think his laugh is really handsome, and how you’re glad that you were the one to make him laugh like that. You keep these thoughts to yourself as you cross your legs on the couch and finally drink some of the coffee he bought you.

“You don’t mind it though, right?” Shouta asks. “The two of them being like they are. Because I can get them to stop.”

You smile behind your cup. “No, it’s okay. I was bothered for a second… But now that I talked to you about it, I feel better.”

Shouta takes a sip of his own coffee, staring at you as he does. It’s all the sudden quiet as he looks at you- you hadn’t realized before how intense he can easily be. It’s like he’s luring you into his venus fly trap, encouraging you to do it- before he finally breaks eye contact, continuing to enjoy his drink. You blink twice to realize what just happened.

“Good.”

It’s right then that you begin to worry if Yamada and Yagi’s teasing is completely baseless or not.

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