~(Y/N)~

It came back. Just when I thought the silent suffering was gone for good, it slowly crept back into my life. Reminding me of my flaws and embarrassing moments I had throughout my life. Little by little, I stopped going out, stopped contacting people, I just stopped everything.

I suffered depression, for some people they had their good days and bad days. But for me, it could be a bad few months...maybe close to a year depending on how bad it got. I've lost friends because of it, and it wasn't something I could help, even with therapy or pills.

I had no reason to be depressed, I had wonderful friends and was hopelessly in love with a teacher from UA high. I hung out with my friends frequently and had the time of my life, yet...the depression always stayed, just far away in the back of my mind hiding making sure to remind me how worthless I was really.

One rainy day I stayed cooped up in my apartment with the lights off and sad music playing as the rain tapped against the window. It was gloomy days like today where I didn't want to do anything but lay in bed. I had already called UA's secretary informing them I would be out sick for a few days in hopes to get out of this funk.

I too was a teacher, but I wasn't going to go and spoil everyone else's mood with my gloomy one. My quirk was literally being a magnet, I could control any metal I wanted as long as I focused my energy on a specific object. Which made it easy finding my keys, but it was nothing special.

Wrapped up in a blanket I continued to look out the window, looking down at the people leaving for work. After some time though I turned on the fireplace in the bedroom and climbed onto my bed hiding under my sheets. If I could, I'd hide here forever, and let everyone forget about me.

~Aizawa~

(Y/N) was supposed to be teaching the next class, but there was no sign of her what-so-ever, as I made my way to the office I ran into the principle. "Morning Mr. Aizawa," he says. Turning to him I stop and let out a sigh.

"Morning." I retort in a dull tone.

"If you're looking for (Y/N) she called in sick," he says as he turns and starts walking away towards his office.

I grumble and cross my arms. "What makes you think I-"

"Give it a rest Shouta, we all know," he says as he waves his hand to me while still strolling to his office. Great...then I guess I'll have to take over.

Slowly stumbling back to the door leaving the main office I quickly stride my way back to the classroom to informs the 1-A class. Sliding the door open I step in, running my fingers through my hair I sigh once more. "Listen up class, (Y/N) won't be in today so I'll be substituting today," I announce.

I watched as a few began to whisper. "For now, work individually on your assignments, I know you have work," I command. As they began working I decided to walk around the class, making sure the students were working or if they needed assistance. Walking past Midoryia's desk I hear him whisper.

"This is the second time this week she's called in. I wonder what's up," he whispers. Second time? She seemed just fine this week...maybe she's got a cold or some shit.

"Midoryia shut it and get to work," I order. With a huff, I press onward until class ended. Once all the students left for the dorms I made my way to the gate after calling for a cab. Waiting out by the front gate I found All Might standing there too under the umbrella. Unfortunately for me, I forgot mine, once I stepped beside him he holds it out slightly covering my head under it.

"Leaving early Aizawa?" he asks.

I tilt my head slightly to the side away from him and I nod. "Something's up with Miss (L/N), I thought I'd check up, make sure she's not sick," I mumble.

"How kind, if only I'd get that sort of attention from you." he jokes, I flash a glare his way making him laugh nervously. "Kidding...but it is nice," he says.

As my cab pulled up I step forward back into the rain and open the back door. Getting in I slide towards the middle and give the man (Y/N)'s address. I'm simply checking up on a fellow co-worker...nothing is going on. I told myself that as much as possible, I promised myself I wouldn't date co-workers. But over the years of working with (Y/N), she kinda snuck up on me.

After arriving out in front of her place, I pay the man then step out of the vehicle. Standing there in the rain I let out a sigh, quickly I tie my hair back into a shitty bun as I walk inside. Stepping into one of the opening elevators after people walked out I press her floor number and wait patiently. Thankfully no one else stepped in and the doors slowly shut. With a sigh, I lean against the back wall watching the numbers count up. Feeling the motions of the elevators move up and down I finally came to her floor and wait as the door slide open.

Slipping between them I step out into the long corridor. Walking to my left I come up to her door, room 9H. With one hand in my pocket, I use the other to knock on her door. Moments pass without an answer and I knock again once more, this time I look down the hall ready to call her. For a third time after waiting once more, I sigh. "(Y/N) I know you're home open up," I call.

Grabbing onto her doorknob I twist and open it now impatient. Stepping into the dark apartment I disregarded the fact that she kept her door unlocked practically inviting burglars in. Grumbling I shut the door this time flipping the lock.

As I turn back to look around I noticed how messy everything was. Like she hadn't cleaned in days and just left things around. Before I even dared to check on her, I began picking things up a bit. Once it was adequate I let out a sigh and turn to a small hallway that led to her bedroom and bathroom.

With my hands in my pocket, I walk up to her bedroom door assuming it was the right one since both doors on either side of me were closed. I open it only to find it was the bathroom and not her room. I've only been here once before and for a short time, sighing I shut the bathroom door again then turn to the door on my left.

I step up to it and stop. If she wanted help she'd go to someone..yet I'm still not leaving despite receiving no answer. "Well, I've come this far," I mutter to myself, with that I twist the knob and open the door slightly.

"(Y/N)?" I call.

~(Y/N)~

From under the covers, I could hear him as he walked into my home. I assumed he started tidying up since I hadn't done anything about it yet. Now he was at the door slowly opening it.

I didn't want him to see me, the mess I was hurdled under the blankets where it was nothing but darkness. I hear his feet shuffle over my carpet and over to my bed. I felt the bed dip as he sat down on the edge. Gently he pulls the covers down off my head, he turned to the side a bit and leans back. "What do you want?" I mumble.

Glancing up at his dull tired eyes he sighs and leans down slightly. "I came to make sure you were still alive. Your place is a mess," he says.

"Well you checked, now please leave," I mumble as I go to pull the sheets back over my head, he catches my wrist in his closest hand stopping my action.

"I'm not finished, I-" he trails off as his mouth shuts, he seemed lost trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He knows about my depression, he's seen my watched and figured out the patterns and habits when I'm going through it. I wish he didn't but then again I'd rather have him than anyone else know. "I don't want you to be alone. I don't expect you to tell me when it gets bad...but being alone, with this it gets miserable," he mumbles.

He wasn't wrong when I was alone the days felt like years. Today felt so long and I didn't even know what time it was or if it was even the next day. I had been in and out of consciousness all day in the same dark apartment with the same dark thoughts floating around in my head. My eyes were heavy and stung from the past tears I shed to relieve myself. "So, I'm going to order take out, and we'll go into the living room and watch some shitty movies how about that?" he asks slowly standing up off my bed.

I lay there not moving slightly. Turning back he sighs and leans down, grabbing my hand he lifts me out of the bed. He also grabs my blanket as well, tugging me along he sat me down on my couch. Curling up I wrap my blanket around me as I sat there with the remote in my hand. I glance over watching as he spoke on the phone ordering take out. This is the first time he's done something like this...and he's known for a while about my issues.

Looking away I look down at the table at the dead flowers my mother left for me a while back. When Aizawa was finished on the phone he came over and sat on the opposite side of the couch allowing me some space. As I turn on the tv I hand him the remote not really caring what we watched. "You...you can pick something if you'd like," I mumble.

As he goes to grab the remote from my hand out fingertips brush against one another, and whether or not it was from him shuffling around on the carpet or something more, there was a slight spark that shocked us both gently. Quickly releasing it I cover part of my face as I smile to myself weakly.

I had admired Aizawa for a long time, probably since I started working at UA high. Though he could be pretty cold, that didn't stop me from developing a crush on the abrasive man. "Is this fine?" he asks in his usual disinterested tone.

I glance away from him and at the TV finding the movie he picked out. I nod then hum 'mhm' to him in case he couldn't tell I was nodding. He pressed play and we watched a bit before the food got here. When my buzzer went off he got up and headed to the door telling the person they could come up.

I glance to the door and watch as Aizawa paid the man and took the food, I nearly got up to go help but he kicked the door shut. Walking back over he set the food on the table and now sat closer to me than before. Glancing over I watched as he got the food out and began setting it up a bit to where we both could get what we wanted.

Pressing the play button the movie continues and I move over towards him a little accidentally brushing shoulders. Leaning forward I grabbed some of the food and started eating. From the corner of my eye, I could see him glancing back at me, and I guess I had some sauce on my face because he leans back, his face getting rather close to mine. "Jeez lady," he mutters, with his thumb he wipes the side of my mouth then proceeds to lick his finger clean.

My face instantly heats up and I hide myself in the blanket. As the movie went on, the two lead characters started making out and one thing led to another as they started having sex. My eyes were glued to the TV not noticing the raven-haired male next to me had been eyeing me the entire time of the scene.

Then I felt him shift next to me, I could feel his arm rest at the back of the couch because I felt his hand brush against my hair a bit. And I guess the scene had created a mood because that same arm wrapped around my shoulder pulling me in a bit, turning to face him I found him staring right at me with those same dark tired eyes. Thankfully I could see his face due to his hair being pulled back. "(Y/N)," he whispers, we both start to gravitate towards one another slowly filling the gap between us.

Clutching onto the sheets that were wrapped around me I sigh nervously, the tip of his nose gently brushes against mine as his lips hover over mine. "(Y/N) I-" he trails off and I tilt my head ready to press my lips into his, but before either of us could learn in just a little closer, there was a loud scratching sound in the kitchen area causing us both to turn out heads. "What the fuck was that?" Shouta then asks.

Quickly standing up, I slip out of the cacoon and over to the kitchen. "It's just Akachan, my cat," I inform as I walk over to the cupboard next to the sink. Leaning down I open it as the small black kitty walks out greeting me with a soft meow.

I straighten myself out and find him walking over, looking down at my furbaby. "You have a cat?" he asks.

I look down and smile gently. "Yeah, I've had her for about a month," I inform him, slowly he picks the cat up and she starts to purr. His face seemed to brighten up slightly upon meeting the feline. "I take it you're a cat person too?" I ask.

A soft smirk tugged at his lips. "Something like that," he says as he gently strokes along her back. I smile softly as I walk back over to the couch, Aizawa eventually returns as well with my cat still in his arms, sitting down beside me we continue to watch up until it ended and it was dark out.

I helped him clean up the mess we made from the food when we had gotten what we could be saved and the rest in the trash I showed him to the door. "Sorry to keep you so late...let alone worry you," I mumble.

He shakes his head and huffs softly, gazing down at me I watch his shoulders slump. "Don't be..it's fine," he mutters.

I hum softly and grab a hold of the doorknob, as I open the door he catches my hand making me look back at him. The moment I turn to face him, his pointer finger hooks under my chin forcing my head up. Again we were back in that trance, my eyes never leaving his as we start to lean back in again. This time, there were no distractions, leaning down he places his lips on mine gently.

It was a soft peck but still held a lot of meaning, seconds after his lips touched mine they were gone but luckily he remained close by within my grasp. "You don't have to be alone anymore," he mumbles. And just like that, I knew how well he could see through me, even on my good days, he could see just how alone I was regardless if I was surrounded by friends or family. With the same hand that was under my chin his thumb presses against my bottom lip gently tracing over it.

His eyes were locked on my mouth at the moment as if he was ready to kiss me once more. "Thank you," I whisper. Jumping up on my tiptoes I wrap one arm around his neck and press my mouth onto his once more. His hands quickly rest on my hips holding me gently, since he had gotten here I felt relieved. But now my heart was pounding like crazy at the fact that the man I had grown fond of was kissing me, telling me I didn't have to be alone anymore. Unfortunately, the minutes felt like seconds with him, and our kiss came to an end.

Standing flat on my feet again, I look up at him timidly, resting his hand on my head he sighs. "I'll be back tomorrow. Goodnight," he says softly. As his final goodbye for the evening, he moves the hair away from my forehead and leans down once again. His soft lips press onto my forehead creating a soft smacking noise. Then, after that, he had left my home for the evening, for a good few hours I didn't move away from the door let alone look away. My mind was filled with the images of that moment replaying in my head. And his words repeating in my head.

You don't have to be alone anymore...