He looks down at you, his eyes glossy from tears. His mind is screaming a million things at him. He feels dizzy and hot. He gets off of you panting heavily. He grabs his boxers and slides them on before walking into the bathroom, shutting the door.

You stare at the door, your heart racing. You had just told him you loved him...and he didn't say anything. Your chest feels tight and your stomach knots with embarrassment. He didn't say anything. He just looked at you and left.

You quickly get out of bed and get dressed. You walk out to the living room and grab your purse. You feel the tears slip out of your eyes and quickly wipe them away. You walk out of his apartment, trying not to sob.

You get outside and it's pitch black. You follow the lights along the pathway and walk off the campus as fast as you can. Once you are far enough away, you start to sob. You keep walking home, your whole body feels empty and used.

Shota stares at the bathroom sink. 'What the fuck are you doing! Get out there and tell her you love her!! She is going to leave!....No....I can't...she shouldn't love someone like me, I'm not worth her love....FUCK THAT. You told her she fixes you. You told her she's important to you. You poured your heart out and she did the same! You wanted her to meet your daughter! Don't let her think you don't love her! She showed you her heart and you showed her yours...don't lose her...' He shakes his head. He loved you. He loves you. He loves you.

He swings the door open and his breath hitches in his throat as he stares at an empty bed. He rushes out to the living room

"Y/N?!" He says trying not to panic. He's met with an ear piercing silence. "No no no FUCK!" He runs to his room, dressing frantically.

He looks at the clock and his eyes widen. It was a little past midnight and you were alone, upset and walking home in the dark. A million horrible things swirled in his mind as he grabbed his capture scarf.

He ran out of the building and scanned the paths quickly. He ran down past the student dorms desperate to catch up with you. Shoto walked by the window and stopped seeing his teacher sprinting to something. He raised an eyebrow and quietly went back to his dorm.

You were just a block away when you heard footsteps behind you. You stop and turn around, thinking you'd see Shota. But instead, you are met with terrifying brown eyes.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here late at night?" The man asks.

You growl and turn to keep walking. He grabs your arm and you turn around punching him straight in the face. He stumbles back a little.

"Fuck off." You spit out. You keep walking, angry and hurt.

"You little bitch!" The man snaps.

Aizawa sees you and his heart races. Before he can run to your aid, the man grabs you again. You kick him in the face and again in the chest. He stumbles back, staring at you.

"Try something again and I'll make you remember every horrible moment of your pathetic life. I'll make you feel so much pain you'll wish for death. Don't fucking touch me." You say angrily.

You keep walking and the man runs away. Shota stares in shock and amazement. You didn't need him at all. He watches you turn the corner and he slowly follows you. You get to your apartment and he watches you walk in.

He sighs and leans against a tree. He closes his eyes and tries to remember your face. 'I love you Shota...' he feels his heart drop. He didn't say it back.

He just left you alone in his bed, with your heart in your hands. He had been so open with you. He made love to you. Of course you would try to be as vulnerable with him as he was being with you. You gave him a piece of yourself and he turned his back on it.

He walks back to U.A. feeling numb. He gets back to his apartment and sits on the couch. Everything feels cold. Empty and dark. He hates this. He's ruined everything in a matter of minutes.

You walk to your bed and strip down. You get in and sob into your pillow. You felt so stupid. You felt it. You felt his love...so why didn't he say it back? If you mended him the way he said you did, why didn't he say it back? You don't make love to people you aren't in love with, so why didn't he say it back? You curl into your pillow and cry yourself to sleep.

The next morning you had called out of work. Your head was pounding and your body felt like mush. You laid in bed, curled up in your blankets with Mochi at your side. You didn't want to move. You didn't want to do anything.

Shota walked into the coffee shop and Mikko smiled. "Hey! Are you here to bring your girl some tea or something?" She smiles.

His heart throbs then she says your girl. "She isn't here?" He asks softly. 'Of course not stupid. You broke her heart last night. Why would she be here today? Why are you even here you fucking idiot.' Shota shakes his head a little.

"No...she said she was sick...you actually look sleepier than you usually do..." Mikko says.

"Oh...yeah umm rough night." Aizawa says softly.

"Sorry about that...will you take her this and check on her? She's like never sick..." Mikko says.

He stares at the cup of coffee and the cup of tea. He nods a little "Yeah..." he says softly.

He grabs both cups and walks out. He walks to your apartment and stands outside your door. He wants to knock. He wants to get on his hands and knees and tell you how sorry he is. He wants to beg you to understand.

He wants to tell you he loves you and only you. He wants to show you why he's so broken. Why he's so scared of you loving a man like him. But he can't. He hates himself for running from you. He doesn't deserve your forgiveness.

He sighs and sets the cup down. He knocks loudly and walks away. You roll out of bed and sigh. You slip on a hoodie and some shorts and open the door. You look down and see the cup. Your blood boils.

"For being a pro Hero he sure is a fucking wimp...can't even look me in the fucking face after last night..."

You snatch the cup from the floor and pour the tea down the sink. You throw the cup away and get back into bed. You had given your whole heart to him and he didn't care...he didn't want it. He didn't want you. You curl up with the pillow again and start to cry.

He gets back to U.A. and sits in his office. He stares at the wall and feels sick. He hates himself. He never deserved you. You mended him and he broke you.