#i didnt know how to end it lol soooorry

[venusflytrapm]

600 words, aizawa x reader, tw christmas and pet name (babe)

He hates it. You can tell from Shouta’s face that he hates the watch you got him for Christmas.

It was an antique you found at a pawnshop, costing a pretty penny, and you genuinely thought he would like it. He likes the old things you buy him! The first antique you bought him, he made a joke about how you thought he was old, but he loved it…or you thought he did. 

But now he’s sitting on the loveseat across from the recliner you’re sitting on in your shared home. And there’s this look on his face you can’t quite decipher; it's something you’ve never seen before. His jaw ticks, like he wants to say something, but his brows are furrowed like he’s thinking. 

There’s a heavy silence in the air, him staring at the watch and you staring at him, then the telltale sound of cats pitter-pattering can be heard coming from the kitchen. They’re probably playing with the gifts Shouta bought them, and any other time you would get up to watch, but you're a little preoccupied. 

Shouta lets out a tiny sigh, a small smile forming on his face after what feels like forever. “It’s... I love it.”

“You do? It took you a long time to respond." You breathe out a sigh of relief. “I thought you hated it.” 

“No, it's,” He chuckles, looking up at you. “I couldn’t hate it. I couldn’t hate a single thing you got me.” He is smiling wider, and it's something you only see once in a blue moon. The uncontrollable smile he does when he just can’t contain his feelings. 

“I saw it in the case, and I thought, ‘This is something Sho would wear,’ so I bought it.” You admit bashfully. God, you feel like a teenager when he looks at you like that.

You’re both staring at each other now; the watch is still in its box, but you both are too intertwined in eye contact. Any outsider would see this and think it was weird how you both were staring into each other's souls, but it's warm and not awkward at all. It feels like the sun is beaming extra hard inside of the walls of your house, despite the temperature being set at a cool 65 degrees. 

“This is my watch.” He speaks up.

“Yeah, babe, I bought it for you.” Now you’re the one chuckling. 

“No,” He rolls his eyes, but he isn’t annoyed with you; he’s smiling. “This was my watch when I was in school. I sold it because I needed the money.” His hands are moving now, taking the watch out of its box and looking at the bottom, where the part that holds the battery can be seen. 

“You didn’t notice the S.A. engraved in the back?” He asks incredulously.

You lean over; an inch more and you’d fall, and it seems more reasonable to just sit next to him, but you still lean. And you can see it clearly in the natural light of your living room, his initials perfectly aligned on the back of the case. You hadn’t noticed when you were in the pawnshop. No wonder you thought it was perfect for him. 

“So I got you a watch that you already had? No wonder I thought you’d like it.” You laugh, and before you know it, you’re both laughing and embracing. 

A few light kisses are shared for no more than a minute before he’s pulling away. 

“I have to call Mic, he’s not going to believe this.” He stands and walks to the phone. And you’re giggling on the couch.