Shouta Aizawa

You had just left the bar with your friends as you walked through the streets of downtown, enjoying the unusual silence as you talked amongst yourself about random things at work when you passed by a small shop that advertised a raffle that had been going on. You've noticed the ads on the TV lately, and yet never had the chance to check it out in person. The advertisement read:

$5 per ticket! Enter a once in a lifetime raffle for a chance to meet your favorite stars of the popular TV Show, My Hero Academia! 1st Prize gets to spend a day with Izuku Midoriya. 2nd prize gets to spend a day with Katsuki Bakugo. 3rd prize is a ticket to an exclusive premiere of the 1st episode of season 7! Raffle ends in 1 week!

Your friends gasp at the advert, expressing their excitement as they all watched the show and loved Izuku, all of them entering as they bought tickets for the raffle. You follow them, shrugging your shoulders and deciding to enter for the hell of it. You kinda kept up with the show since your friends liked it so much, and you thought that it would be pretty cool to get to see the first episode of the 7th season before anyone else.

As much as you hoped to win, you didn’t. But your best friend did! She won the first prize, and by her stroke of luck, she became Izuku’s new girlfriend. You were an incredibly supportive friend, and incredibly happy for her. And since you were her best friend, as soon as Izuku invited her to a My Hero Academia cast party, you were invited as your best friend’s plus one!

So there you were, surrounded by some of the most popular celebrity actors as well as the supporting crew that helped develop the TV show. You usually hung around your best friend, but you eventually lose them in the crowd. Unsure what to do now, since your best friend was your ride, you head to the kitchen to grab yourself another drink. Your 7th one for the night, to be exact. Your steps were already wobbly, and your sight blurry, but you were fine... right?

As you pushed the door to step into the kitchen, you soon feel resistance on the door and hear a thud, along with liquid splashing on the floor. Mildly annoyed, you glance behind the door to see what stopped you in your tracks, only to see Shouta Aizawa looking just as annoyed, if not more, now that his punch was spilled on his nice dress shirt, quickly staining his shirt, and the rest of it a puddle around his dress shoes. Your eyes shoot wide open as you realized what you did, quickly and wobbly rushing over to the counter and grabbing the roll of paper towels, nearly pulling off all of the sheets off it's cardboard roll as you used them to pat Aizawa dry then cleaning the pool of punch around him, apologizing profusely.

Aizawa sighs, easily seeing the drunken mess that you were before stopping you in your tracks and taking the mountain of paper towels you held in your arms. Relax, it's just punch. I can get it cleaned, and if not, I can get another shirt. It's not the end of the world. He says tiredly, quite monotones as he cleans up the rest of the puddle for you before tossing the mountain of paper towels, most of them unusable now that you've scrunched them up and tossed them around. He stands slowly, offering his hand to you to help you stand as well Come on, I think you've had too much to drink as is. Let's get you to the guest room so you can sober up a little, away from the noise of the party. Had he been anyone else, it could have taken as an invitation to bed, but it was obvious he was just concerned about your level of intoxication and didn't want anyone to take advantage of that.