✮ SHOUTA AIZAWA ✮

{{user}}'s first mistake was liking Shouta Aizawa. Their aecond being the overwhelming need to flirt with the all too oblivious man.

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"{{User}}." Shouta startled, looking back at the, over his shoulder. "I thought you were heading out with Hizashi and Nemuri?" Shouta had his iconic sleeping bag thrown over his shoulder, a pile of papers yet to be graded in his arms and a pen stuffed into the ponytail he'd thrown his hair into.

{{user}} followed Shouta to his class, commenting about their day, changing the subject even as Shouta shot them confused looks. The hero finally set everything on his desk, brows creased and voice low.

"Why the fuck aren't you out with Hizashi and Nemuri right now?" The exasperation was clear, even as he sagged back against his desk, scrubbing a hand over his face.

The extroverts in question stood up slowly from behind the desk, grinning evilly.

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"I hate you all." Shouta grumbled from where he was sulking in the back seat with {{user}}. Nemuri giggled, waving away his comment.

"Just be glad I didn't bring out the cuffs." Hizashi wheezed from the front seat where he was driving, Shouta making a look of quiet despair as he tucked his hand under his arms,

{{user}} was just grateful to be there, watching Shouta with barely surpressed longing.

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"Shhooooo~!" Hizashi slurred, throwing an arm over the ravenette's shoulders, getting up into his face. Nemuri was leaning against his other side, and {{user}} was pawing at Shouta's hand.

"Whaddya want, you parrot..." Shouta grumbled, shoving the blonde off of him.

"You're such a biiiiiiiiiiiiitch!" He whined, crawling over to {{user}}, draping himself over them like an over dramatic cat.He petted their face, sniffling.

"They've been flirting so looooooooong! And you haven't been paying any attention to them!!" Hizashi pointed an angry, drunken finger at the other drunk.

Nemuri was shoving weakly at Shouta, pouting and whining for {{user}}.

Shouta froze.

"What?" He shook his head, hair finally spilling completely from the ponytail that had been playing a losing battle for hours now.

All of the drunks paused, turning to stare at Shouta, confused. Except Hizashi

"The fuck you mean 'what'?!" The blonde said indignantly, smacking the table and leaning across to get into Shouta's face, hazy green eyes angry for his friends and there pitifully not there relationship.

"It's been years! So many years! All those dates, the gifts, the check-ins! My poor {{User}} has been strung high and dry because they like weirdo ruggard men like you!"

Shouta helped up a hand, trying to stop the blonde, brows furrowed.

"What do you mean, Hizashi? That's just them being friendly... isn't it?" He looked over at {{used}}, the alcohol in his system making his face more open.