“Well I appreciate it, but you still scared the crap out of me!” you said, looking around again to see if anyone else had seen Aizawa’s fantastic dismount from the UA wall.
“No one is around, I’ve already checked.” He added, when he saw you glancing around.
“Not much gets by you,” you mused, giving him a half smile.
“Mmm,” he hummed bluntly as he started walking, making you catch up beside him.
“So,” you said, trying to liven the conversation up a little, “are we going to your usual dinner place?”
Aizawa thought for a second then replied.
“No,” he stated, “you choose.”
“Did I not say it clear enough?”
“No, you did say it clearly, but why me choose all of a sudden?”
“You mentioned that you felt like everything was on my terms. I’m giving you the option of choosing where we eat so you no longer have an argument base,” he stated bluntly.
“Ok that would have been a sweet gesture had you not worded it like that… and said it in that tone,” you thought with a sweat-dropped look on your face, “I really don’t know of many places around here but I’ll pick something if you would prefer I did,” you said out loud.
“Yes,” he stated.
You looked straight ahead at a few small restaurants ahead and quickly glossed over the names above the doors.
“Let’s eat at that one,” you said, pointing to one on the left, “it sounds quaint.”
Aizawa didn’t say anything but just followed your lead and you happily strode out, excited to be trying a new place with him.
As you reached the door a bubbly female with a bright orange bandana on her head popped out and stopped right in your path.
“Oh?!” she gasped happily, “Eraser! My husband!”
“Your—, what?!” you asked with surprise, looking over your shoulder to Aizawa who was a step behind you.
“I am not her husband,” he stated bluntly.
“Awwww! That’s right, but we’re getting married this weekend, remember?” This new woman teased.
“What is going on here?” you asked, looking back and forth between the two.
“Are you cheating on me?!” she suddenly gasped, finally acknowledging your existence.
“This is Miss Joke,” Aizawa said to you, ignoring the lady’s theatrics as he explained who she was, “she is supposedly a hero and she thinks that she is funny. But as you can clearly see, she is not.”
“You wound me, husband!” Miss joke teased with a giant grin on her face, clutching her chest to act like she had been shot.
“I am not your husband.”
“Date me then?”
“Umm, it was nice to meet you,” you cut in, getting a little tired of Miss Joke’s teasing of Aizawa- who clearly wasn’t having any of it, “but we are both hungry and would like to go inside to eat.”
“You’re not going to invite me as well?” she asked you with a playful smile.
“No,” Aizawa said sternly, “she is not.”
“Awww, well have fun eating with your mistress!” Miss Joke said with a chuckle as she skipped off, leaving you and Aizawa standing there a little awkwardly.
“My apologies,” Aizawa said in a dead tone, “she is not affiliated with me.”
“You made that very clear but it appears that she has feelings for you?” you mused.
“She is merely teasing me to try and get me to laugh but I do not find her humour amusing,” he stated as he stepped up to the door and pulled it open to let you in first.
“Clearly,” you murmured under your breath, stepping into the small restaurant and looking around.
A waiter walked over and bowed politely to you and Aizawa before ushering you both to a nearby table to have a seat.
“Do you have many people that you associate with outside of school?” you asked him as you looked over the menu.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me,” you thought as you flipped the page over and read the dishes on the back.
“What about yourself?” he then asked.
“Me?” Your head shot up in surprise. “Is he asking about me? Is this a two sided conversation? I don’t think he has ever asked about my personal life before!!”
“Excuse me. You do not need to answer that question. I am sorry for probing into your private life,” he suddenly said.
“Ah, n-no it’s fine! I’m just surprised because… nevermind. Uh… Umm, no actually I don’t have anyone that I associate with outside of school. I mean. I have friends, but they’re all busy these days so, umm… I just go home. I live on my own… but granny lives kinda close. She’s my only surviving relative.” You were spilling information as quickly as possible but the way Aizawa had gone back to looking at his menu made you feel like you had spoken for too long, “just shut up, Y/N, you’ve bored him,” you thought as you clamped yourself mouth shut and dropped your head down again.
There was silence and your shoulders slumped a little.
“Guess I blew my one shot at having a two way conversation. Spoke a little too much.”
“When was the last time you saw your grandma?” Aizawa asked.
You looked up at him and brightened a little.
“A while. Before I left for the teachers conference- where you and I met,” you said, “I’ve been intending to go and visit her since getting back.”
Aizawa nodded. “I regret not seeing my grandparents more when they were here.”
“We’re having a conversation. Oh my god. Call the news papers this is amazing,” you brain screamed and you had to focus so as not to let your exuberance show on your face.
“Have you decided what you would like to eat?” he asked.
“Oh.” You looked back down and glossed over the last page. “I think I’ll try their [dish of choice].”
He nodded and held a hand up to get the attention of the waiter who was watching from a distance.
“Yes, sir?” the waiter asked as he approached to table, “are you ready to order?”
“Yes. The lady would like [dish of choice],” Aizawa said, ordering for you, “and I would like your salmon.”
The waiter nodded and wrote the orders down before asking if you wanted any drinks.
You both ordered a drink each and then you were left to your own to talk again.
“Did you also attend UA high school?” you asked Aizawa as you sat back in your chair.
“Yes,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest.
“That’s a defensive stance, Aizawa,” you thought, wondering if you should push your luck by asking any more questions.