Chapter 11:


"By the way," Flore said as she put down the cup of coffee that Aizawa had made her, "did Mister tell you about the tracking?"Β 

Y/N shook their head and Flore looked over their shoulder at Aizawa who was having his ear talked off by Hizashi. She raised her eyebrow, pursing her lips and turning back to Y/N. She looked at them with a serious cloud descending over her eyes.Β 

"Well, we find him at a local warehouse, or at least we think we found him. Could be gone by now. Remember the old toy place?"Β 

"That's worrying, if I recall, that the warehouse still had some machinery and mechanisms from back in its production days..."

"Probably but I'm sure Mister had it covered. You going to the Fortune Teller?"

"What? Why?"

"Oh come on, for me," Flore said as she grabbed their hands and squeezed tightly, "You know I love seeing these horoscopes and I want to make sure that the two of you are compatible."

"You want to make sure?"

"Well, yes, but I do hope you know that Fortune Teller or no, if he hurts you..."

"I know, Flore, you've been there for me for so long I wouldn't expect anything different."Β 

"You make me sound like some stepmonster," she waved her hands dismissively before picking her coffee back up, "Well if anything can be said, his coffee is good at least."

"Yeah," Y/N said, turning over their shoulder to see Aizawa leaning on the counter. He turned around, sensing the set of eyes on him and smiled slyly. Hizashi followed his line of sight and smiled in return, receiving a glare from Aizawa.Β 

"Mmmm, possesive. I like that in a man," Flore chuckled, drinking her coffee.Β 

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As Aizawa saw the guests off, Y/N took advantage of the momentary distraction. They took the bottle of wine and stowed it away in the cupboard before frantically searching for a place to hide the kitbag that Flore had left.Β 

"Those are your clothes, right?"Β 

"Oh... yeah," Y/N turned to see Aizawa leaning against the door, watching him with a gentle gaze that betrayed only amusement.Β 

"We can take them to my room. I can clear out a part of my wardrobe and you can set up shop."

Knowing that denying it would make him suspicious, Y/N relented, moving with Aizawa to the bedroom. Smirking, Aizawa opened his wardrobe and began to move around some of the clothes, making space for Y/N to put theirs. They still didn't know what to do about the entire situation, seeing as only half of the kitbag had clothes and the other half had... well, items of an interesting non-platonic nature.Β 

Sensing the tension and being not entirely oblivious, Aizawa took leave from the room. He winked at Y/N before eventually stepping out into the hallway and into the kitchen where he continued to drink his coffee with smiles and a vague image of what Flore held in her hand.Β 

There was a small awkward shuffling in the room and Aizawa turned around to look at Y/N over his shoulder.Β 

"Flore seems nice," He said, feigning ignorance.Β 

"Yeah... so how much did you see?"Β 

"I wonder if Mic also likes those handcuffs?"Β 

With that, he jumped out the way as Y/N tried to launch a playful punch at him, grabbing them by their wrists and tackling them to the floor. The two fell in a heap of laughter as they struggled with small curses murmured about the daring or the perversion of the other. Eventually, it stopped and Y/N and Aizawa were lying exasperated on the kitchen floor, still chuckling with the remnants of the faux fight.Β 

"You're a dog, you know that?"

Aizawa turned over and beamed at Y/N, leaning on his elbow and said simply:

"But you seem to like it that way."Β 

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A/N:

Alrighty, so very late thing. I'm going to look at auto-publishing it with Wattpad because University has been gangbanging me without lube with just a shit ton of essays. Not to vent, but I got a random essay due on the 29th with a source link that doesn't even work so now I'm waiting on my prof to get back to me on that so that I can write the essay, do I want to just write the essay using the question the Prof sent and disregard the non-working link entirely? Fuck yea, do I also want to get marks? Also yeah...

Anyway, so, I'm going to look at auto-publishing and prep a bunch of chapters in advance, then set them up to publish so I can balance out my Uni/Writing. I'm already way behind schedule on Starlight and I got two other stories that I want to delete and one random bit I wrote down in a journal but unfortunately, I suffer from Brain't.

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