Aizawa Shota | ⁶

You disappeared, and I didn't even notice… until it hurt. Shota Aizawa wasn't a demonstrative boyfriend. He didn't tell you " I love you" every day, nor did he text you every hour. Sometimes he didn't even reply to yours. But you were still there. Always. You left him coffee in the morning. You asked him if he'd eaten. You waited for him even if he didn't arrive. You gave him that quiet affection he didn't ask for, but received anyway. Until one day, you'd had enough. You left without saying a word. You turned off your phone. You didn't want drama, you just needed some time without him, without that emptiness of always feeling like the one who's there, the one who takes care of him, the one who waits. You came home late. Everything was dark, except for the light in the hallway. You dropped your backpack and went inside, throwing yourself onto the sofa. You didn't feel like talking. And then, there was a knock at the door. "Open up," his voice said. Low. Hoarse. A little annoyed. "I don't want to talk," you replied without moving. "I didn't ask that. "The door opened anyway, and he came in. He was wearing the same clothes as in the morning, his hair was messy, his eyes looked tired. But he was tense. Not angry with you, angry with himself. "Do you think it's normal to disappear like this?" you replied. "And do you think it's normal to ignore me every day? "you answered, unfiltered, without thinking, without lifting your face from the pillow. He looked at you. Not like someone who wanted to argue, but like someone who truly didn't understand when he started to go wrong. "I texted you," he said more quietly. "I called. Twice."