Aizawa paced back and forth in his room. Was he really ready to do this? He couldn't be sure, but he just couldn't sit still. Usually, he'd be able to sit down and think things over logically but he just had too many things on his mind.
He had a test Friday, he was supposed to be practicing the few lines he had in the school play...
And he just couldn't get his mind off of Hizashi.
Hizashi Yamada.
His crush since grade school.
He thought it would just go away! He thought that it wouldn't get that bad! But that just wasn't how the world worked, that wasn't how crushes worked.
Hizashi and his seemed like such an unusual friendship, what with Aizawa staying quiet and Hizashi's entire Quirk was based on being insufferably, obnoxiously, ear-bleedingly loud.
Aizawa had aphentasia while Hizashi's overactive imagination ran away with him. A lot.
Aizawa's love for... Well, sleep, and Hizashi's inability to sit still for over twenty seconds.
They didn't seem to have anything in common, and Aizawa didn't even have the belief that opposites attracted.
Yet, here he was, stressing at seven AM about his crush and his plan of confessing today.
They had their downs, but a lot of ups as well.
They were both in theatre, and they studied together.
And Aizawa loved nothing more than to listen to Hizashi's voice, pretending he was an announcer with a microphone over a radio station. There was so much passion in that guy's voice as if he were really there. He probably thought he was for a brief second, at how his imagination worked overtime. Aizawa didn't know how it worked, really, he'd never gotten the chance to. He didn't know if you thought you were really there or not, but that's what it looked like.

The main questions of 'what if he doesn't like me back?' or 'what if he's not gay?' Weren't present in Shōta's mind. He knew that Yamada was head over heels for him, it was exceedingly obvious. No, it wasn't that. It was his ability to actually say anything, keep the relationship going and making him feel loved, and his ability to keep it a secret. He didn't want a reputation as a lover, even if it was partly true. He liked being intimidating, it made people lay off whenever the didn't want them around, which was a lot.
Aizawa was the most scared in the moment about confessing, but in the long run, he was really scared about not being able to give Hizashi enough love. He knew how much Yamada loved attention and so he would obviously go for someone that could supply a lot of hugs and kisses and affection and love. Aizawa didn't feel he was qualified for that job, whether he wanted to or not.
He got embarrassed extremely easily, and he couldn't just say that he loved Yamada, even if it would be the most characteristic of his actions around him — God, that boy made him so uncharacteristic, everything to do with him made Aizawa so unlike his usual cold, ornery self. Shōta didn't want to do that, even if he had the ability to. He loved seeing genuine, wide but still small smiles. The grins he always wore weren't fake, no, but he loved those kinds of rare ones that felt so much more... real.
And so he wanted to go down the list of everything he loved about Yamada and every single time he thought of him.
It would make the boy so goddamn happy and he would smile so wide. He might even tear up a little.

Aizawa felt his cheeks heat up at the thought, and he also felt them ache slightly with the highly unused, wide grin that was plastered onto his face.
He decided on a strategy as he suddenly walked toward his door and across the hall; that not thinking about every way this could go wrong was not gonna work, he had to imagine the look on Hizashi's face when he went down the list and made all of his dreams come true.
He felt pumped up with adrenaline, but not in a negative way. He was happy, for once.

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Aizawa waited by the school gate, as he knew Yamada would have to come through it at some point. It was better than going to class and having to find him afterward. He had the whole thing planned out in his head, he already had a mental script of what he wanted to say and it was going to happen at the end of the day. They were studying in the media center today, so they'd be leaving about a half an hour later than most kids and even a few teachers.
They would walk out, and he'd say that he forgot something. Aizawa would tell Yamada not to wait for him and would turn and go back into the school. He knew exactly how fast he would be going, as this situation had happened before. Not this exact one, but close enough to be used as data.
He would grab a note out of his bag, wait until the perfect moment, then say he found it and give it to Yamada. It would just say 'I have something to tell you.' On it in big letters, and they'd stop and Yamada would ask what it was.
Then he'd go down his list and forget anyone was there, only focusing on Hizashi and how his face morphed into such a happy one, then he would say 'I love you, damnit!' and.. And he didn't want to think about what would happen after at the moment. He didn't personally think it was a stretch or too much like the fantasy he liked reading. He'd never had a romantic encounter before, how was he supposed to know? It was the end of the school year and he felt they were getting a little distant. They both had their own ways to go and were all training to try and get into UA, accept that Aizawa was almost sure he would get in on recommendation due to his parents and other connections. He knew he'd get in either way, though. He was scared Yamada wouldn't make it and he'd be separated.
....
One... Two... He wanted to make the list longer. It only had twenty-three things listed. He was sure just by walking with him for a while, he could bump it up to at least thirty, which was his current minimum.

A sudden hand on his shoulder and the loud voice shouting "You're not asleep standing up again, are you, Sleepyhead!?" snapped Aizawa out of his daze. He didn't flinch but he felt like he did, turning toward who he knew was Yamada. That was something to add, he loved the dumb nicknames (usually related to how sleep driven he was) he got. "No. I was just thinkin'," he said, though there was something different about him and Hizashi knew it full well. He just couldn't place what it was.
He pushed off the gate and started walking, his hands in his pockets. "Let's go, we have some time before class. You're usually not this early."
"I wanted to get here a-s-a-p, y'know!?"
"No."
Yamada laughed, he was getting loud so Aizawa gave him that look to let him know. He quieted himself down, the light pink growing on his cheeks as he made eye contact and kept it for a second, even if Shōto looked a little bit scary. "You? You're the first person through the gate, you're the reason they open it so early! So that you're not waiting there and fall asleep again!" God, he loved his insanely irritating voice.
Aizawa rolled his eyes and walked forward. That's something else he liked - when a joke didn't make him laugh. 'Zashi never seemed put down by the fact he wasn't laughing at the joking and the teasing and Aizawa loved it, since he didn't laugh that often and you had to catch him off guard to get just a genuine giggle out of him, and it took a lot to catch him off guard. Plus, he didn't find many things funny, and it was hard to even make himself laugh.
Of course, there was the chuckle of impending doom, and the way he snickered when someone was suffering at the loss of a favorite character in a book (he found the reactions hilarious), but that was about it.

Yamada kept on joking on and on, he wouldn't stop talking. Aizawa didn't mind, for once, even if his voice was pretty annoying.

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Aizawa prepared himself for what he wanted to do. It was the end of the day and, no matter how cliche it is, he found himself just barely conscious on Hizashi's shoulder. He hadn't gotten much sleep and the day had tired him out, and now was a time to nap. Of course, he couldn't actually get to sleep and his mind was wandering. Over the day he had collected more things, some he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of on the walk to school.

"C'mon, time to wake up!" Even though he was right next to him, Hizashi felt the need to amplify his voice, and Aizawa let out a yelp and scrambled away from him a few feet, holding his ears. "Ow! I'm awake, I'm awake! Make sure I'm awake, 'Zashi." his ears were ringing and he really couldn't help the bitter tone. Just because be was excited didn't mean he could completely change his attitude. "Sorry, I thought you were sleepin' with yer eyes open. You've done it before!"
"When?!" he stood and just looked confused, and Yamada just started to laugh.
"A few weeks ago, I have a picture! It was creepy as hell and you complained for a week about your dry eye."
"Whatever." Shōta found himself getting impatient, even though this was something he could have avoided and therefore had to pay for. Hizashi talked a lot. "Let's go." he held his hand out to help Hizashi off the floor.
The boy looked at his hand for a moment, then took it after some more hesitation. He pulled himself up, lingering on the touch for a second and just looking at them for a little too long. He then pulled his hand away quickly and gathered his stuff, not saying a word about it and hoping Aizawa didn't notice, even though it was hard not to.

They walked out of the library mostly in silence, and Aizawa went through how he hoped the scene would go in his head to ease the anxiety and the worry. He would tell Hizashi everything and he would look so happy and... He might just be able to steal a quick lil kiss.
It was a comfortable silence for both of them, yet they were also hoping it wasn't an awkward one at the same time.
He counted the steps once they were outside. Seven.
"Oh, damnit, I forgot."
"Forgot what?" Yamada stopped and turned, curious. He also forgot Aizawa cussed from time to time, and thst caught him off guard.
"I forgot my phone, I'll be right back. Don't wait for me." Aizawa wasn't sure if Hizashi would listen, but he turned and went back through the doors anyway. He took a few deep breaths, pulling out the already written note and then pushing the door open again.
Hizashi had gone just as far as he thought he would, "Wait up." he ran forward. "I lied, it's in my pocket."
Yamada gave him a playful shove. "Isn't that why you-"
He paused when Shōta stuffed a sticky note in his face and said: "read it."
"Uh, alright." he was right next to the fence, just like Aizawa had planned. Yamada read aloud, not to try and make Aizawa embarrassed, but as he knew he read slower if he couldn't say it aloud. "I have something to tell you..." his cheeks dusted with pink once again. "What is it?"
Aizawa shoved him to the fence suddenly and kept him there firmly by his shoulder, taking a breath and clenching his eyes shut before opening them. They were bright red and his hair defied the laws of gravity- he was using his Quirk. He didn't know if Hizashi would get loud or not, he had a bit of trouble controlling his Quirk when he was feeling heavy emotion and if anything would trigger that it was this.
"I have a lot of things to say, but let's start off with how you act. I love that, just everything. Your dumb jokes, the nicknames you give me, how loud and sometimes annoyingly obnoxious you are!" he started, not taking another breath. "I love how you wear your hair differently, it's always a surprise, each and every day! I love that you aren't offended by how much of an ass I am, I love that you are so creative!" he kept going on and on, looking Hizashi right in the eye as he did. He would have found it creepy, how long he could keep his eyes open if he wasn't so flustered. Almost his entire face was a dark pink and it was only reddening, he made an effort not to squeal a few times, his pupils dilating and eyes becoming a little shiny like they always did whenever he got really emotional — it was the tell-tale sign of incoming waterworks. His lips only slightly parted in shock for most of it, right when he was slammed had him shocked. He slowly started beaming as Aizawa continued on.
"That, that right there! I love it, I love it so much, I love that adorable, handsome smile of yours!" he shouted, then got real close to his face, their noses touching.
Yamada instinctually tried to back up but was only met with the fence, so he couldn't. His chest was heaving with every breath through his nose and he couldn't believe this was happening. He would have never thought that Aizawa liked so many things about him and..
And he could feel his breaths on his lips and it made him want to close the space.
But he didn't have to want long, Aizawa ending with a simple "And I love you!" before sealing what he'd said with a kiss, connecting his slightly chapped lips with Hizashi's soft pink ones.
The blond's eyes widened and he took a moment to process.
The massive crush he'd had for the past three years was here, spilling his heart out and was kissing him.
And he loved it.
He didn't really know how to kiss, this was his first, but he tried to contribute by puckering up and leaning his head toward Aizawa's. The rest of him laid slack against the chain-link behind him, clenching onto it so he would stay up.
Aizawa hadn't kissed before either, but he had read some things online, much to his own dismay at the time. He snaked his hand back into Yamada's golden hair and gave him an extremely gentle squeeze, letting his other hand fall from the fence and down Yamada's body, landing on his waist and gently squeezing there as well.
Further, in their relationship, Aizawa always saw himself being the more submissive in the relationship. But now? He was wishing they could have switched placed, but he also knew that Hizashi would not have been able to do this on his own. If Aizawa didn't tell him, it would've taken him ten years. 
The blond let out a small noise from his throat and Aizawa took that as an invitation, deepening their kiss a little so it was sloppy and wet. The feeling of saliva on his slightly chapped lips should have been uncomfortable but it wasn't, and Yamada found himself with his hands wrapped around Shōta's neck and was pressing their hips together. He was acting on instinct and trusted the taller (not for long) to take the action and tell him if he wasn't doing something right or to say to stop.
He didn't want it to stop, neither of them did, but Aizawa was forced to take initiative and pull away. He caught his breath quickly, but it took Hizashi a bit longer. The kiss hadn't lasted long enough to completely deprive him of oxygen, but he'd just let out a breath and the surprise didn't help much. Especially with the few noises he would occasionally make, that he wasn't doing intentionally half the time. Aizawa wiped the thick strand of saliva that connected their mouths still and chuckled slightly as he thumbed away dribble from the corner of Yamada's mouth.
He had that amused smirk on his face and Yamada loved that too.
He took note of the date. Maybe he could pin Aizawa to a wall and list off everything he loved about him as well sometime in the future.

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2846 words! Back to my normal self. Hope you guys enjoyed this one, I sure did writing it! Stay tuned.