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People say people change. They don’t. They really don’t. Aizawa is still as obsessed with me now as he was when we first met.
If I’m not with him it doesn’t matter if I’m teaching and he could easily walk in I always end up with a bunch of text messages from him.
I kinda love it. He’s obsessed, yes, but not in a creepy way. More like I want to know that you’re ok at all times.
You know? There is a difference.
Also, what most people don’t know is that he may have my name tattooed on him.
So maybe he’s more than a little obsessed. But it’s healthy.
As long as I don’t mention anyone I used to see or comment about someone on tv being attractive then it’s fine.
But I’m pretty sure that’s normal.
Right?
So when Numeri comes over for us to hang out at the bar because Shota hates going to the bar and I enjoy being around people. Im not surprised by his reaction of clinging to me like a koala.
His arms wrap around my waist as I talk to Numeri. “You could come with us,” I suggest. Knowing that Numeri could care less about who comes.
Shota presses his face into my shoulder more. “I’ll be back in a few hours,” I reassure him and he grumbles in response.
I laugh. “Don’t worry,” I turn slightly to kiss him on the cheek.
And then I walk out the door leaving him standing there.
Two hours in Shota shows up out of nowhere and sits on my lap at the bar while Numeri is flirting with someone. “Can I help you sweetheart?” I ask him, he ignores me and orders a drink.
So that’s how we’re doing this then. Fine. Two can play at that game.
I wrap my arms around his waist pulling him against my chest more. He leans his head back against my shoulder looking up at me. “Happy?” I ask him as he blinks at me.
“Very,” he responds.
“Good,” I kiss his forehead and he presses his face into the side of My neck. Well at least he’s happy now.