#aizawa shouta fluff

[tired-teacher-blog]

Over the years following his early retirement, Aizawa has developed a dad bod.

He is no longer the pale and lanky man you've fallen in love with– all these years ago, and his once prominent dark circles and tired demeanor are long gone and replaced with a more relaxed aura.

You love the little changes he's unknowingly flaunting: the soft tummy protruding under his shirt, the thickness of his strong arms and thighs, the healthy glow adorning his rounder cheeks, and most of all, that cute plumpy butt filling out his bottoms perfectly.

You can never help the heat pooling into the pit of your belly when seeing him dressed lightly, and you get consumed by an uncontrollabe desire to strip him off of whatever sleepwear highlighting his seductive frame at the moment.

That hungry look in your eyes does not go unnoticed as he knows you too well to miss it, and gladly grants your undeclared wish without a second thought.

With an amused smirk on his face, he kneels down between your legs and pushes in slowly while watching the way you breathlessly utter his name and run your hands over his plump chest, and it's a heavenly view that you cannot get tired of seeing, although you really want to feel him pressed against you as well.

You desperatly claw at his forearms demanding to have him closer, and encase him in your embrace when he finally is.

His thrusts quicken and his lips devour yours in a sloppy kiss, while your nails rake his broad shoulders and travel lower and lower until reaching his bum and clutching onto the luscious buttocks you so much adore, squeezing his fleshy globes to mimic the erratic pace of his hips.

He goes mad everytime you do that, singing your praises and grunting promises of making you lose your mind soon.

His words and relentless plunges are what drive you over the edge with a broken cry of how good he's making you feel, and he follows suit in a matter of seconds, stuffing you full of his milky seeds before collapsing onto your quivering body with a soft "I love you" whispered to your ear..

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[aaizawashouta]

Delicate

pairing: aizawa shouta x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: sometimes you just need to be taken care of

warnings: just fluff. reader has long hair.

a/n: this is so self indulgent. i don't even care.

Something is wrong the moment the door opens. Actually, something has been wrong since 1:28 p.m. when you didn’t respond to his text message. You never leave him on read, even on your busiest days. Shouta listens as the door locks behind you, as you slide your shoes off your feet. His eyebrows raise when your bag drops to the floor with an echoing thud. His gaze follows you as you amble to your shared bedroom where you disappear out of sight.

It’s silent as he stands in the kitchen, cup of tea in hand. Brows no longer raised, but furrowed. Only slightly relieved when he hears the bath water running. He knows it when he sees it—half the time it’s from his own reflection. Odd being on the other end. Very rarely, if ever, do you get burnt out. Worn down, exhausted, dead on your feet. It never matters, that’s just how you are. But there are times, like today. Shouta sighs, leaving his tea to go cold before trailing after you.

You stand next to the tub staring as you wait for the water to warm up. You’ve got your bra, panties, and one sock on. Your fingers dance under the faucet. It’s been a long day. The only thing that’s kept you going is the man you left in the kitchen. You rub at your chest, pain scraping along your ribcage. Your heart rattles for the comfort only your husband can bring you. It’s not fair, you know that. There’s no way you want him to see you like this. Your temper flares as you think of the prick who ruined your day.

The door opens silently. So caught up in your frustrations you don’t feel the presence of Shouta until cool fingers are wrapping around the back of your neck. You start, turning to look at him over your shoulder. His eyebrows are raised as he takes you in; a peculiar expression on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You never jump.” He murmurs before shaking his head.

You follow without a thought, no fuss even though you frown when he pulls you into him. Skilled fingers undoing the clasp at your back. The tension leaves you when Shouta drops to his knees before you. His warm breath against your skin causes goosebumps to erupt. Always so responsive, even to the little things. But that’s not what this is about, not what you need. Shouta peels your underwear down your legs. Teeth digging into your lip to keep yourself from giggling when he pulls off your sock.

A heat spreads through you. Warm and comforting. No, this doesn’t happen often. Where you’re unsure of yourself, overworked, and burnt out. But as you watch him, Shouta, your Shouta, your husband. The one person you never have to hide from. He knows you better than you know yourself, sometimes it’s downright terrifying. He sees you for everything you are and everything you’re not. You feel silly now, trying to hide yourself away from him.

The atmosphere in the bathroom changes then. Shouta gives you a soft smile accompanied by a kiss to your inner thigh. He doesn’t say anything; doesn’t have to. Getting to his feet he moves to the cabinet and grabs your favorite scent of bathing oil. Your bottom lip wobbles a bit. He kisses your forehead as he helps you into the tub. You can’t bite back the moan that escapes you. Your muscles have been coiled so tight all day. The warm water is a welcome balm. Tilting your head back you watch him as he drags the stool over closer to where you are. Shouta gives you a wink, sitting down before pulling your hair out of your face.

It’s silent in the small bathroom, comfortably so. The only sounds coming from Shouta’s hands dipping into the water as he washes your hair. It’s the most relaxed you’ve felt in weeks. Who knew the weight of the world would come crashing down off your shoulders on a Wednesday afternoon? But was it really? Blunt nails scratch at your scalp and you sink a little further into the water. What’s a rough day when you can come home to this?

Your lips tilt up, Shouta’s voice cutting through the silence, your name floating with the steam from the tub. A soft hum of acknowledgment is all he receives.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today?”

A wet shoulder raises and falls, water rippling around you. You stare at your feet, wiggling your blue polished toes.

“There’s a guy at work who’s gunning for my position.”

His hands pause. “You have relations with every hero in the city.”

“I know. It’s not like my position is up for grabs or anything. He’s just a real piece of work. Drives me up a damn wall.” It’s silent for a moment, you sigh. “He’s a misogynist, doesn’t think I’m qualified.”

You can feel Shouta’s glare. Never one to fight your battles, you’re good at doing that yourself. That’s not to say your husband isn’t protective of you.

“Should I stop by for a visit at lunch tomorrow?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I don’t even think he knows what my last name is.”

Shaking your head with a small sigh. You have to admit you do feel better after talking. But you don’t want to talk about it anymore. You don’t want to waste any more of your time on it. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Tilting your head back, you look up at Shouta who looks down his nose at you. Dark eyes swirling with adoration and amusement. He raises an eyebrow when you reach up and tug on his dark locks.

“Will you read to me?”

“I can. Anything in particular?”

“No, just want to hear your voice is all.”

Shouta hums, rinsing out your hair one final time before drawing out the water and letting it hang over the tub behind you. His footsteps are quiet as he leaves the bathroom, only to return a few moments later. The sound of pages turning makes your eyes fall shut. You give it maybe another five minutes before the water runs cold, or you turn into a prune.

“You’re going to have to let me return the favor, Sho.”

“Not tonight sweet girl.”

Your toes curl at the term of endearment. Sinking a little farther into the tub, you doze off lightly in the comfort of your home, and the warmth of your favorite person wrapping around you with every word he reads.

[alienaiver]

Rugged

Aizawa Shouta x GN!reader

warnings: quirk-induced amnesia, canon minor character death (major in my heart tho), spoilers for... season 5 and forth? to be safe wordcount: 4.9k content: confessions, first kiss, fluff, sfw, no use of y/n, pro hero reader but quirk is unspecified, canon compliant, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly reader, body positive reader, hurt/comfort in like the mildest sense, soft love, amnesia situation, friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, started as a meme turned into something serious, something about cats, unbeta'd, flashbacks to high school days

notes: this is so embarassing to admit but i only came up with this story bcos of that tiktok/insta reel (link is a tiktok as thats where i could find the source material) about having a type that's 'rugged'. it was supposed to just turn into a little joke on that and... uh, ykno suddenly i was almost 5k deep into a childhood friends to lovers, ..ya my brain had a VISION alrighty!!!!! please enjoy a one-eyed kitty, one-eyed aizawa and interrupted confessions!

Aizawa’s leaning forward on the desk, meticulously writing down an exact copy of your notes from English Literature that he missed yesterday due to being in the infirmary… again. He’s always known that becoming a Pro Hero with a non-physical quirk would be tough, but he didn’t imagine landing himself in a hospital bed as often as he does. He’s bulking up nicely, but he feels beaten black and blue every other day and it’s… exhausting.

Rewarding, but exhausting nonetheless. He’s momentarily disturbed as a chair is being dragged across the floor, screeching away before haphazardly thrown next to the desk, wrong side facing it, and Yamada throwing himself onto it, arms leaning on the backrest. He says your name in a sing-song voice – your given name, has he no shame? - and steals a peek of you from over the rim of his glasses. You rest your head in your palm and smile at him, “what’s up?” you ask, and he hums as if he’s thinking deeply about something. Aizawa’s got a bad feeling about whatever subject he’s about to bring up; ever since he appointed himself Aizawa’s wing man, the pestering’s both been non-stop and non-discreet.

Aizawa keeps his face buried in the notes, purposefully removing himself from the conversation.

“What’s your type?” Yamada asks and Aizawa has to hold back a facepalm. You simply giggle and play with the zipper from your pencil case before you answer, “hmm, I’m not sure. But with all due respect, I know it’s not you,” you tease him and he straightens his back in mock-surprise, the conversation’s one you’ve had before. He takes a hand to his chest, “what? Not me? Well you’re not my type either!” the shriek in which he yells is a little too loud, his quirk still a little too unmanageable when he gets excited – he winces as the rest of the class turn their heads. You simply laugh and bite your lower lip. Aizawa steals a look at you through his bangs, admiring the glimmer in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry ‘Zashi, I truly am, but… you’re just not… rugged enough.”

“What? I’m so rugged. I can be rugged!”

“Look at you, you’re not rugged,” you laugh as you gesture vaguely to… all of him. He takes offense as he puffs up his chest, “how am I not rugged? Because I’m not wearing a flannel in 80 degree weather?”

You hide your face in your hand as you try to contain your laughter, “yeah, sure, whatever… but look at you now. You fly off the handle like that, you’re too angry.”

“That’s a very rugged thing to do!”

“No, it’s really not.”

Aizawa has been saddled with the two of you for almost two semesters now, and he’s still not entirely used to the way you joke around. In the beginning he was always worried about you fighting and not getting along and he’d stare at you both with wide eyes like a startled cat and hope you’d settle down soon. You always did, laughing like the greatest joke was just told.

You lean forward on the table to bark out a laughter deep from your stomach, momentarily blocking the view of your notes that Aizawa’s copying. He lets out a soundless grunt at you being so close and pulls away in surprise when he accidentally smell your shampoo. He wants to lean forward again, to commit the scent to memory, but you’re already straightened back up, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye, “you don’t even want me, Hizashi, why is this always so important to you?”

This makes Aizawa freeze, terrified that Yamada will accidentally tell his secret to you. But Yamada simply crosses his arms, puffs up his cheeks and nods, “you’re right, I don’t. But I want you to want me. I’m the entire package.”

You laugh and shake your head, letting your arm fall onto the desk in defeat. “Sure then, ‘Zashi. I want you. Badly. More than anything. Please go out with me.” your face is as flat as Aizawa’s can be, and Yamada smiles proudly, “no thank you.”

Aizawa’s startled out of grading papers when his personal phone starts ringing next to him on the desk, the screen much too bright for the darkened room he’s situated in. It’s an unknown caller, which makes him hesitant at first but since it’s well past office hours, he knows it won’t be a salesman of any sort.

He bites his lower lip before he picks up.

“Aizawa speaking.”

“Ah, good evening. I apologize for contacting you at this hour, however, you are written down as the emergency contact for…” he apologetically butchers the pronunciation of your name, but gets your hero name correctly, “this is Aizawa Shouta, right?” the person on the other end confirms, and Aizawa nods before he verbally comes up with an answer.

“Well, it’s just that…” he explains your situation precariously, advising Aizawa to just come down to the station if he’s able, since someone will need to escort you home. He makes sure to remind Aizawa that you have two more emergency contacts on file in case he’s not available, but after getting the location, he’s already up from the chair before he’s hung up with the poor officer dealing with you.

From the call he knows you’re neither mortally wounded or in any kind of distress. You were on patrol when you encountered two villains. One of them turned out to have an amnesia quirk, and now you were stuck at the precinct, not entirely sure where your apartment is located. The officer informed Aizawa that you seemed calm and collected but that the last date you remember was well over 10 years ago even if you haven’t age-regressed in any way.

When he arrives, the officer leads him to one of the offices, profusely apologizing and thanking him at the same time. He’ll never really get used to the way newly appointed officers act around Pro Heroes.

Even if all facts and rationale tells Aizawa that you’re fine, he still grips the door handle way too tight, throwing open the door and evidently scaring the shit out of you, sprawled out on the couch with an ice bag on your knee. You spew out some profanities as you sit up. Aizawa immediately calms down as he sees you alive and well. He thanks the officer and agrees with the officer to sit down and talk with you before taking you home. He bows before he closes the door and looks back at you.

“I already gave a statement – was anything missing?” you ask, resting your hands neatly on your thighs. Aizawa shakes his head, “I came to pick you up – they informed you about which of the emergency contacts to call, right?”

Realization seems to travel across your features as Aizawa masks the sting he feels. Instinctively you reach out, but ultimately pull your hands back, “Aizawa?”

For a split second he lets his emotion show on his face – the way you say his last name instead of his given name, but he’s quick to hide it again. He nods and sits down on one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table, “I was informed that your memory’s been wiped.”

You nod and look at the floor, “yeah. They took in the villains and interrogated them. It seems it’ll wear off in five to seven hours, but until then I’m stuck with my first work study as my most recent memory. I don’t feel like high school me, though, it’s just like there’s an empty gap in my timeline and not an age-related kind of thing. I can’t remember what has happened since then, but cognitively speaking, I’m still myself.”

Aizawa breathes in sharply, “well, that’s a relief. I have enough students to take care of,” he dryly jokes and the way your eyes widen make him self-conscious. He shouldn’t have made the joke he thinks as he shrinks in on himself.

“You’re a teacher?”

The way you ask betrays your emotions all too clearly and Aizawa holds back a snort. If the last of his personality you remember is high school, he gets why you struggle with the image of him taking care of the budding youth.

“A homeroom teacher, actually.”

Whatever preconceptions you had initially seems to dissipate and you smile proudly, “that’s amazing.”

You haven’t commented on his appearance; besides the moment where you didn’t recognize him, you don’t seem all too taken aback by his lack of eye and prosthetic leg. He’s relieved.

“You ready to go?” he asks, patting his lap with his palms before bracing himself to get up. You get up too and stretch your arms over your head, waiting for that satisfying pop, but it never comes. Annoyed, you let your arms falls and Aizawa smiles at you.

He leads you out of the room and as you put on the jacket he came with, he thanks the officers for their work with some polite back and forth and a bow.

The trip back is quiet as you seem to just take in your surroundings. You stop by your Agency to grab your personal items and civilian clothes that you left behind before your patrol. Luckily the offices are mostly cleared out, so you don’t have to ‘meet’ everyone and Aizawa gets out of explaining everything to everyone.

“Do you want me to escort you to your place? Or do you want to come to mine?”

The question is straight-forward and innocent; you sleep over so often that Aizawa’s spare futon has simply been dubbed your futon, but you seem taken aback, eyes wide and mouth agape. For a moment Aizawa’s blind to the confusion before he remembers.

“Sorry, you sleep over at my place a lot since it’s close to your work. I thought you might also like to see Benben.”

Your eyes that had seemed so tired ever since he arrived, lights up in recollection and excitement, “Benben’s alive and well?” you ask, absentmindedly leaning into Aizawa’s space in your joy. He struggles not to lean back reflectively.

“Yeah, she’s living with me now. She’s becoming old, though. But you’re still her favorite human, so she’d be happy to see you too.”

You giggle into your palm, clearly trying to picture Benben. She was a stray that you and Aizawa started to feed your leftover lunches to back during your first year at U.A. She was also one of the reasons you even started bonding with the stoic classmate. When you talk about the name Benben, a very bad nickname based off of bento, you always laugh and tease Aizawa about his cat-naming skills. While he defends himself in front of Yamada – the man with a habit of getting out his childish side – he never once argues against you on that subject.

Next to Aizawa, you clear your throat right as he’s about to unlock his front door. He’s been polite enough to not comment on the level of staring you’ve done ever since he picked you up, but it seems to be getting too much for yourself. He smiles at you gently, like he’s communicating with a lost child, and the smile makes you act before you can think too long about the action. Aizawa’s breath hitches and whole body freezes when your cold fingertips reach the skin of his cheeks. Your eyes look at him like they’re searching for something, and shortly after your palms make contact, your thumbs start traveling around his face, from his eyebrows to the slope of his nose and then a finger is being traced over the scar under his right eye. He can see all the questions fly through your head, the way you hold back from tracing the eye patch but stare at it like it’s not supposed to be there. He’s about to clear his throat when a thumb starts tracing his chapped lips before continuing down to his jawline, tickling his 5 o’clock shadow. As he tries to smile patiently at you, you mumble something under your breath that makes Aizawa’s heart stop for just a moment too long before racing at the same speeds as Yamada’s car when he’s late.

“It really is you… you’re just so…” you pause for a moment to swallow thickly and lick your lips, “…rugged.”

Not until you’ve had your (in Aizawa’s terms) grabby little fingers on every part of his face and given his heart an aneurysm with your words, does realization hit you. You seem to shrink and pull away to bow half-way a few times at him. Aizawa grumbles out a weak complaint about personal space and jingle the keys again to find the right one. No matter how advanced his work place is in terms of security and technology, he finds it unbelievable how many different types of keys he is expected carry for the school grounds alone. Logically, he’s aware that he’s fumbling due to your innocent advances but his brain’s not exactly acting calm and rational, so he furrows his brows and as he puts in the correct key, takes in a deep, calming breath.

When he motions for you to enter the apartment, he can’t help but observe you as you curiously peek around while you enter. You don’t toe off your shoes or step up from the genkan until the door behind him is locked and he gestures to the left pair of slippers in front of you. You let out a breath as you mumble, “sorry for intruding…” as if this isn’t your home away from home.

As Aizawa toes off his own shoes, he takes notice of your searching eyes. He jerks his head towards the living room, “she’s probably sleeping on the couch. She can’t hear very well anymore, so she doesn’t greet by the door.”

There’s a clear sort of heartbreak in your eyes that Aizawa recognizes, before you nod and walk in the direction of the living room. While your memory might be gone for the moment, it seems there’s muscle memory still intact as you purposefully step over the loose floorboard he always warns guests about. He smiles at that. Benben seems to spot you from her pillow on the couch because no sooner than you enter the room, he starts hearing the hoarse bleating of the senior kitty in there. She must’ve stayed up when Aizawa suddenly left, since it’s out of routine. She’s never been able to meow properly, which enchanted you since she first bleated at you for a bite of your convenience store-bought onigiri back when the two of you met her for the first time.

He hears you coo at her and can only imagine you both before he turns the other corner for his office to shut down the computer for the night. He quickly rejoins you and finds you with Benben on your lap, purring and headbutting your hands to her heart’s contents. When his eye travel higher to meet yours, he’s taken aback momentarily at the strained smile and wet eyes.

“She looks so loved.” you try to explain, and Aizawa can’t hold back the blush from the compliment. She does look loved now, a little on the fuller side (not by a lot, as her physical health is very important to Aizawa), her coat is shiny despite the coarseness that age brings, and she no longer has that stubborn eye infection it took Aizawa several years to treat out of her; she’s missing an eye now as a result, but she’s healthy.

You look around his living room, smiling and heaving in breaths at all the external proofs for her love; she has a pet staircase to both the windowsill, couch and the dining chair next to his; there are three different cat towers and several cat shelves for her to perch on although they’ve rarely been used for several years now. Aizawa can’t bear to take them down – what if she wants to go on one last adventure to the shelf highway he built for her close to the ceiling? It obviously wouldn’t be safe for her to do so, but robbing her of the options feels cruel to his heart.

When you pet her behind her ear and Aizawa situates himself on the floor pillow, you giggle, “you match.”

You’re referring to the missing eyes and while Aizawa takes no offense from the comment, he can’t help but snort at the straightforward observation. It’s very like you.

“How did you lose it?”

You don’t remove your eyes from Benben as you ask and from the shaky lilt to your voice, he knows you’re afraid of the answer. He’s afraid of telling you, too.

So much bad has happened during those years – you were there during his low points after, and asking that question is like removing the experiences you’ve shared. The grief you’ve suffered.

But he knows you want to know. Before he can answer, you continue, “can you tell me everything? About you… Oboro and Hizashi, too. I was informed it was only you, Hizashi and my mom on my emergency contact list. I know it’s not supposed to be miles long but… yeah…” you trail off and Aizawa’s grateful that you’re not looking at him. He’s not sure he’s able to control his face right now; and the emotion he’s showing wouldn’t be remotely close to soothing for you.

“Uh,” he jerks and clears his throat several times to stall, “when did you say your memory would be back?” he asks instead even if he’s aware of the answer.

You look up and hum thoughtfully, “they said five to seven hours around … two hours ago? So…” you count on your fingers and despite everything, Aizawa huffs out a soundless laugh, “three to five hours? Give or take.”

He inhales sharply. He can’t drive you off for that long, even if he used going to bed as an excuse. You’d just toss and turn in fear of what you’d come to remember.

So he tells you. He retells every painful memory with clear objectivity, pausing to let you process each one, seeing the light slowly dissipate in your eyes for every terrible incident. When he reaches present day, he inhales slowly and holds his breath for a moment to control his own emotions.

You’ve stopped petting Benben who’s sound asleep on your lap now, your hands hanging like lifeless limbs by your side. Aizawa then clears his throat, “you were scouted. In third year. ‘Zashi opened a radio station shortly after graduation. Oboro’s mom still invites us for hotpot for his birthday every year despite the mismatch in dish and weather,” you both laugh at that one – of course she insists on his favorite dish on such an important day. An image of the four of you huddled around, sweating over a pot of delicious food has you throwing your head back in sincere laughter, “you have a prodigy; you inspired me to take a pupil on as well, and he’s graduating this spring… I, uh… I use eye drops now.”

The last tidbit of information makes you turn your head so fast you almost get whiplash. Then, your expression turns stern, “didn’t I tell you! Didn’t I tell you to be careful!” you reprimand and he almost rolls his eye at you. Almost.

You shake your head at him and focus back on Benben, a little more color on you again as the mood has successfully shifted. He’s unsure if you’re pretending to be fine for his sake or if he actually succeeded in making you feel better, but he can’t stifle the yawn that comes out of him as soon as he feels relief.

You look up apologetically, “oh my God I’m so sorry, I’ve kept you up haven’t I? Please, you can just go to bed, I’ll be okay!”

Aizawa wants to argue but he also can’t fight the creaky ache he feels in his bones. He went straight from a night shift to school, napped in the teacher’s lounge and then home to grade papers. He’s dead-tired.

He gets up to carry his futon into the living room and set yours up in his bedroom. Usually, you sleep in the same, bare room as him and Benben, but he feels it might be too much for you without your memories, even if you sleep on separate futons with space in between. You make a joke about the futons but then, in a soft voice admit, “I think it’s nice you sleep on something accessible for Benben…” there’s a warm tone to your voice that makes him blush heavily before he pushes you out of his living room.

“I’ll sleep out here, you take the bedroom.”

You meekly argue about taking his bedroom, but he shuts you down in the same way he’s always done, and urges you to carry Benben in with you. You agree to have the door ajar in case Benben wants to walk around, and you bow your head when you bid him goodnight. Aizawa lets the light in the hallway stay on.

////

You wake up with a hitched breath and sweat on your brow, unsure when you managed to fall asleep. Disoriented, you take in Aizawa’s bedroom; you were supposed to sleep home tonight after your shift though, not to mention that Aizawa’s futon isn’t laid out next to yours. It takes you a moment to gather your bearings until it all comes back to you. You’d lost your memory.

You’d lost yourself. You hug your arms around you as the feeling of being lost still sits heavy in your body and makes you shiver. Seeing Aizawa was terrifying; you’d no idea of the obvious horrors he’d had to endure. You didn’t remember your best friend’s death.

For a moment you control your breathing, making yourself calm down as best as you’re able. It makes sense why Aizawa decided to sleep in the living room, if the last memory of him was a pimple-y teenager and not the gruff man he is today. You close your eyes and think back to right before you entered the apartment.

You roll onto your stomach and hide your face in your hands, letting out a drawn-out flustered groan. Without thinking, you kick your legs on the bedding to alleviate the embarrassment that’s coursing through you at your own actions. You’d just went all up in his face! The sensation of his stubble underneath your fingertips, his warm breath and his chapped but so, so kissable lips.

No!

You groan again, drowning in your one-sided misery of a crush. Your honed Pro Hero senses are completely dulled by your pining, so when Aizawa suddenly throws open the door and asks if you are alright, you screech as you lift your head from the pillow, “Shouta!”

“Shit, sorry, I heard you moving around so I thought you might have a nightmare,” he hurries to explain, secretly relieved to hear you say his given name again. He frowns when he can’t see your face with your back turned to him. Still frozen, you barely breathe before he continues, “...you are alright, right?”

Making a grimace and with no interest in facing him right now, you choke out “mhmyepdefinitelyeverythingsperfect!” in one single breath before you’re forced to inhale deeply. You hear Aizawa’s metallic foot as he walks towards your futon and hear the rustling of his clothes as he bends down in a squat next to you, “you don’t sound perfectly fine to me, though. Do you have a fever? Is it an aftershock from getting your memories back?”

Being the perfectly rational man that he is, he oversteps any boundaries to quickly check your temperature with his palm. Embarrassment can come after he’s made sure you’re okay.

You push his hand away weakly, still looking pointedly at the wall in front of you, letting out a strained laugh, “heehee, I’m just… you’re right, it must be an aftershock, right? Nothing else!”

He lets you swat his hand away without much resistance but stays where he is, letting the silence hang over you both for a minute. Suddenly, he croaks out all hoarse and desperate, “Just tell me if there’s anything, please.”

Your shoulders fall at the voice. Aizawa’s the opposite of having a heart on a sleeve, but you’ve been with him through enough tragedies to know he must be scared shitless right now. Whenever you or Yamada is even remotely bruised, he fusses over you in his own, annoyed way, until he finds you sufficiently healed. You sigh before you let your head fall back onto your pillow, a short moment to gather your thoughts and feelings before having to face him.

It must’ve been a lot for him, when you asked him to recount the years you’d momentarily lost. It would’ve been better to let it be, but he knew you so well and knew you wouldn’t let it go. Curiosity kills the cat, right?

With heavy and slow movement, you turn around so that you’re facing him, hoping your expression won’t betray your real emotions. You sigh and reach out for his hand. It’s shaking but as soon as your warm fingers make contact, he flinches before he relaxes.

Then, he grunts like he’s annoyed and chastises you for worrying him. You giggle, “I’m sorry, you’re tired, right?” you ask, knowing his schedule this week is packed. He usually leaves little wiggle room for emergencies, however many he encounters.

Before he can reply, you pull at his hand and he topples over, half on the futon and half on the floor, on his knees. You laugh and pull him even closer to you, hoping your beating heart isn’t as loud as it feels.

You and Aizawa have cuddled before; loneliness and grief has made you carve out comfort in each other, but nothing else have ever been spoken aloud. No kissing, no romantic notions to trace back to. Having a one-sided crush since high school feels deafening right now, when all the years travel back to you after what only amounts to a moment without them.

You want to tell him how you feel; losing your memories made you realize how much you’d like for him to comfort you with kisses if anything should ever happen; how you’d like for him to hold you without holding back.

He grumbles where his head is rested in your neck after he’s settled, but he makes no effort to move. You nuzzle into the mane of hair and breathe in his scent; it’s a lavender-scented shampoo that Yamada insists on buying for him. He never accepts it without complaining, but he also never showers without using it. There’s a spare in your bathroom, at the Agency’s bathroom and at his teacher’s dorm at U.A.

“Y’know, I was really surprised for a moment that you became a teacher.”

He makes no movement, but you know he’s listening.

“But as soon as I thought about it, it made perfect sense. You care so much it sometimes hurts to watch…”

You feel his fist tighten around your bedding, but he stays otherwise quiet still.

“You hurt watching me, too, right? How we both have a habit of bending over backwards for what we perceive is right.”

You start dragging your hands through his hair, letting out a sigh.

“I like that we know each other so well. I like how after so many years, you’re still right here in my arms…”

You pause as his upper arm snakes around you, a sharp exhale against your neck.

“You’ve never dated anyone. At least, not anyone you’d tell me about, so I have no idea where this will lead me to but,”

You take a moment to gather your nerves. There’s really no backing down now. Even if you regret it, your words have already given your feelings away; there’s nothing you can take back.

There’s nothing you want to take back.

You’re about to continue your confession when Aizawa pushes against your neck, his warm lips, soft despite the dryness, presses against your pulse point. You can hear your heartbeat so loud in your ear that the rustling of the sheets from Benben is indistinguishable to you, the only sensation you’re able to take in being Aizawa’s lips as they briefly pull away from your neck, only to push back higher up, closer to your jaw.

You whine and pout, but it’s shaky and without much force. You want to protest, scold him for interrupting you but suddenly he lifts his head to face you, and you’re faced with wide eyes and blown pupils. He steals a glance at your lips before he licks his own, pink tongue peeking out. You feel like a cornered prey, one that’s about to be devoured by a beast. When he hovers mere millimeters above your lips he pauses as if to ask for permission and the sigh you let out makes him know that everything’s okay. That everything he’s ever wanted, wished for, dreamed of, is real.

That losing your memory for a second made you desperate to make more meaningful ones.

And you kiss.

While curiosity did kill the cat, satisfaction definitely brought it back.

[calicovobo]

Cat Chronicles

Summary: The snippets of life captured by a stray cat. 

Word Count: 927

A/N: Hello! This is my first piece of writing on this page, I hope you enjoy! <3

Part Two

You loved looking at buildings. As a cat who barely reaches the bottom of a park bench, buildings were always so tall and intriguing. The buildings with the pretty string lights draped across to the classic solid concrete ones that parents warn their children not to get close to unless they wanted to get taken by some villain, you loved them all. They each had their own story, inside and out. 

But, what you really loved about buildings was the amazing fight scenes you got to see with a front row view, watching as the heroes with their typical flashy quirks chase and take down villains. And while excited pedestrians had to stay back and cheer from a distance, you got to be right up close to the battle scene. You admit that you were quite a fan of these heroes, and in a classic cat feature, the bright lights never failed to catch your eye.

No one noticed you in your hiding spots next to dumpsters or in alleyways. It was perfect for your small and flexible body, and when the fight was as dramatic as they are, the attention is always pinpointed in a separate direction from you. 

“Great capture tonight Eraserhead, you just gotta finish up signing some forms and we’ll take care of the clean-up.” 

After a rather mediocre battle at 2AM, Aizawa couldn’t wait to go home and sleep. But as he was watching the clean-up crew start moving debris and damaged parts around the area, he saw in the corner of his eye a small figure trapped under a slanted plank of wood. 

‘Aw great, how am I supposed to get out of this’ you thought as you watched this giant piece of wood encapsulate your hiding spot. You just wanted to watch the infamous Eraserhead take down a villain! But instead your excitement made you too greedy for action and you found yourself trapped when they were battling. The slanted plank fell low enough to the point that you couldn’t fit to escape. 

‘Maybe I can slither into this tiny crack…yeah that may work- or or maybe when they do recycling tomorrow I can run out and leave!’ With your brain rushing to come up with ideas, you didn’t notice the slow but deliberate footsteps coming your way. 

“Come here, sorry for getting you caught up in the fight.” Startled, you watched as he, with his big strong muscles hidden by his classic dark fabric, lifted the plank and set it aside roughly. Looking up at him with your big green eyes and tri-colored fur, he was enamored by just how cute you were. Your calico coat was just so pretty and with those kind eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were someone's beloved pet they lost. 

‘Big hero man is looking at me!’ You couldn’t believe that the hero of the night just became your personal hero! What a dream come true to be so close to one of your many idols! Your enthusiastic chirps and meows brought a soft smile to the tired hero’s face. 

“I’m glad one of us has enough energy to last the night.” Though he adored your obvious passionate energy, he couldn’t help but worry if you really were someone’s pet with just how trusting you are. He gladly complied as your warm body curled around and rubbed against his legs, just begging for pets. 

“Does this cat have an owner?” Aizawa asked as a member of the clean-up crew walked past with his big hands still giving you rubs. 

The worker was surprised as Eraserhead was infamous for leaving right away after his duty was done. “H-huh? Um, no I don’t think I’ve ever seen that cat before. Maybe it belongs to one of the buildings nearby and just got lost? I can contact the shelter to get it out of your way.” 

“No need. I can deal with it.” Aizawa said as he continued complying to your needy cravings of pets. The scene would make anyone freeze in their steps; a hero known for their deadpan and tired attitude petting a very happy and affectionate calico cat who was sticking to him like glue. 

‘Oh my gosh I love him!. Right there right there! It feels so good.’ It was impossible not to hide your pleasure as Aizawa rubbed behind your ears. You were putty in his hands and didn’t want the night to ever end! 

“Do you belong to anyone tiny? I have to go soon, got a class full of brats to teach tomorrow, tch.” He knew you couldn’t answer him but he didn’t want to leave you out here all alone. He was aware of the animal and cat haters who weren’t afraid to kick you aside, especially with how friendly you are towards humans. But, as the sky continued to get darker and as he remembered that he had an early class to attend to tomorrow, he knew he had to leave eventually. 

Aizawa had thoughts of just taking you into his arms and bringing you home with him but, if you really did have a family looking for you, he didn’t want to take you from that spot just yet. You looked at him curiously as he spiraled into a mental debate with himself. And, just as he was about to make his decision, you gave him one last head bump to his leg and hurried away. 

You loved humans but you were a cat meant to explore and venture, nothing could hold you back!

[crimsonredfeathers]

Imagine playing with Eri in the common area of the teachers dorm. The both of you are having a great time, laughing while playing with a few stuffed animals.

Coming back to what Shouta would call his home, he stands in the doorway, watching you and the little girl interact, a warm feeling spreading inside of his chest. He knew you were the one when he first laid eyes on you, but seeing you taking care of Eri, being a mom to her, seriously makes him wonder if he should propose right then and there.

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; shouta aizawa

requested by ; anonymous (30/05/23)

fandom(s) ; my hero academia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; shouto aizawa

outline ; “UCS- Could you do Shouta Aizawa (my hero academia) dating headcanons?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

doesn’t use any sort of nickname with you as he doesn’t see the point, just calls you by your name and introduces you as his partner where relevant

never beats around the bush with you and is very straightforward/open about his opinions — though he does care enough to occasionally delay or soften his words if the full truth would hurt you (he does still love you after all)

like if you burn something you’ve cooked for him then he’ll eat it in silence and won’t bring it up — but if you ask then he’ll say that it wasn’t the best thing you’ve ever made

whilst he isn’t liberal with praise and compliments, what he says is always honest and genuine — which makes them all the more impactful when given

doesn’t see the point in maintaining his own appearance beyond what’s necessary, but if you have a specific routine then he’ll help you with it — whether that’s picking up face/hair masks or learning how to properly clean and style your hair to your tastes

(he’s also a surprisingly quick learner when it comes down to it)

doesn’t like it when you worry or fret over him and can come across as dismissive at times, but he just wants to avoid you seeing how extensive his injuries can be at times — or, in other words, he wants to keep you safe and separate from the dangers associated with his professional life

has thrown himself straight into the line of fire to protect you and he would 100% do it again

likewise wouldn’t hesitate to kill or seriously harm anyone that hurts/kidnaps you

he’s just… very protective

more attentive than he lets on, keeping track of important dates and schedules — meaning that you’ll never come close to missing anniversaries or anything along those lines

you can often catch him smiling whenever he sees you interacting with eri — it’s the only time you feel like a normal family unit

talks about his students to you, both in rants about their shortcomings and recollections of their latest feats, and you get to know them all very well through him — though they don’t know he’s even in a relationship until you come to see them in person for the first time

you make sure that he never runs out of eye drops, leaving reminders in the form of sticky notes — which he always appreciates when he spots them

[amaya-writes]

Hi! I was wondering if you can get JJK/ mha men reacting to reader with long hair that they had to cut their hair shorter (any short length) and are insecure? 🙏

Notes: sorry I only went with four characters for this one!

Warnings: n/a really

Characters involved: Gojo Satoru, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Aizawa Shouta, Nanami Kento

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Gojo Satoru

Immediately showers you with a hundred compliments.

Gojo understands that while others might think it's just a haircut, getting rid of your long hair after a lifetime of keeping it that way can be a jarring change.

This is why he wants to be by your side through the process and wants to ensure you feel as confident as possible.

If you're the type to use hair accessories a lot then he'll probably buy you a lot of different fancy clips, hairbands, etc. to compliment your new look.

He even goes out of his way to particularly compliment your hair when he's calling you pretty.

Overall, Gojo's pretty much like a hype guy who's constantly trying to reassure you.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Is way more subtle than Gojo.

Keigo doesn't outright point out your sudden change because he knows that can make you feel anxious especially since everyone else keeps on bringing it up. Instead he'll just tell you that you look pretty or subtly compliment your hair.

He doesn't exactly hype you up or anything but if Keigo realises you're a little nervous about the sudden change then he'll definitely have a small conversation with you where he basically tells you that you look good with both short and long hair and that you should own your new look.

Keigo's compliments centre more around trying to make you feel confident rather than trying to make you feel pretty.

If you're partners then he might even shower you in kisses and offer to help you style your new hair (tries to convince you to style it like his sometimes).

Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa knows what it's like to have people comment about your appearance since he's always kept his hair long (and someone always seems to have a problem with that).

When he first sees that you cut your hair short, his first concern is ensuring you like your new look and didn't cut your hair impulsively.

Once he establishes that Aizawa will tell you that as long as you're happy with your new hair then you shouldn't let anyone else's opinions get to you.

He's also one of the few people who realise how this change can impact you emotionally as well (since people generally tend to go through such drastic changes when they want to move on from their previous stage in life).

He'll sit you down and ask if something happened, etc. but won't pry too much unless the two of you are close.

If you changed your hair because you always wanted to do it/fjust felt like you needed a change then Aizawa won't really say much.

But if it's because you're trying to start a new phase in life he'll encourage you to pursue whatever goal you have your mind set on while also reminding you not to lose yourself along the way.

He's worked with impulsive teenagers long enough to know the starting signs of someone going through a phase and completely changing themself but then regretting it later and Aizawa would never want you to go through something like that.

It's why he just tries to ensure this new change of yours is more positive than the result of an existential life crisis.

Nanami Kento

Doesn't really react much.

This isn't because Nanami doesn't care but more because he knows you're probably overwhelmed with everyone in your life going on and on about their opinions of your sudden change and he doesn't want to add to that.

It's why he'll wait until the two of you have a moment to yourselves and just quietly tell you that you look good with your new hair.

He also tells you that your new hairstyle doesn't change his opinion of you, just as it shouldn't change your opinion of yourself.

Nanami doesn't really acknowledge your hairstyle after that. To him, that one conversation was enough to express his opinions and he doesn't see a point in bringing it up again.

However, if you both are partners he might buy you something like a silk hair bandana or another similar hair accessory that is classy yet can be used almost every day.

It's a meaningful gift that's supposed to subtly express his support.

[animeficsworld]

Opposites Attract

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

The two of you were so different.

Shouta was quiet and reserved while you were loud and outgoing. He hated to go out, you loved it.

He was a teacher while you worked for a big company, going from meeting to meeting while he slept in class.

And although you loved going out, and meeting new people, you loved Shouta more.

He was grumpy from time to time, he was lazy but at the same time, he was your everything.

When he announced that he will need to live with his students, you knew it would affect your life and marriage greatly.

You wanted to go with him, live with him at the school, but he couldn't agree.

Your house was close to your job, and he would never ask you to move out.

So, you stayed, but you started to miss him.

You missed your husband greatly. He wasn't there anymore when you arrived home. He wasn't rolling his eyes when you ordered food instead of letting him cook. He wasn't there to hold you during the nights.

You missed your husband greatly. He wasn't there anymore when you arrived home. He wasn't rolling his eyes when you ordered food instead of letting him cook. He wasn't there to hold you during the nights.

The two of you did meet a couple times and went on a couple dates, where you were able to tell him about your day and he did the same.

But it wasn't the same, you missed him every time you went home and he wasn't there. Even if you called him in the middle of the day, you just missed your husband.

What you ended up doing is that you decided to go to the principals office and ask if you could stay with Shouta in the school.

You were surprised to find out that the principle was actually really happy about your request, and you were allowed to move in within the next few days, now you just had to tell your husband.

But you decided that instead of telling him about it you're just going to surprise him. So after making sure that your home was secure, you left headed to your car and off to the school you went.

You stopped in front of the building which held all of the students from his class, 1-A.

You heard voices coming from inside, kids talking and you smiled before you got your bags and headed for the door.

You knocked on the door and a kind brown-haired girl opened it for you.

She smiled at you.

"Hi, my name is Aizawa Y/N. Is my husband here?" you asked her as she let you inside, you saw all the kids in there, all looking at you. "I asked the Principal, he allowed me to live here with all of you."

"Miss!" a boy ran up to you, you assumed he was Iida, you heard about him before. "It's nice to meet you! My name is Iida Tenya. Let me give you a quick tour."

"Oh, it's okay, I rather meet everyone." you put your bags down and looked around, they all started to walk over to you, introducing themselves and their quirks. They all mentioned how weird it was that their usually stoick and lazy teacher had you as a wife.

You noticed just how exepctional they all were. You were sitting at the table, still talking when the front door opened.

"I hope you all are already in bed." he stopped in his tracks as he saw you sitting at the table surrounded by the kids.

"Hi, Shouta."

"Y/N...what are you doing here?"

"I'm moving in. I asked the Principal who said yes. So, I'm meeting my new roommates."

You could tell he was happy. He didn't show it to his class, but you saw his eyes, you know him.

Soon, you two moved to your new bedroom.

"Oh, you even have a balcony! How nice." you said taking a look out when he came behind you and hugged you, with his head in the crook of your neck.

"I missed you."

"So did I, that's why I decided to move here. I couldn't sleep without you, Shouta."

He was a very affectionate and gentle person, mainly in private, as he liked to keep these kind of things to himself, but you appreciated it none the less.

Little did you know at the time, that it now only began, your life with class 1-A was only about to begin. And all it took was for the to realize just how good of a cook you were.

[jelliezellie]

YOU WRITE FOR BNHA NOW?!?!?!? OMFG HERE TAKE MY PROMPTS ((i'm sending these DAILY now)) OKAY SO!!

I know you have migraines b/c you posted about it and I have them too. Can you write an Aizawa x Reader with migraines? Like he takes care of them, tells people to fuck off when they try to disturb you, stuff like that? make it extra fluffy

-🍙

LMFAO I LOVE YOUR ENERGY <3 OFC I'LL WRITE THIS SHIT!!! THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK MY FRIEND!

This is gonna be a lil angsty but way more comfort. It's fluffy all around!

Aizawa x Reader with Migraines

when you told Aizawa you had migraines, he immediately learned everything he could about them and how to help you.

he really really tries!

he sleeps a bunch so he has blackout curtains, perfect for blocking light.

also has noise-cancelling headphones because of "those damn kids."

often sleeps next to you when you have migraines, which prompts you to sleep it off pretty often.

when they get really bad, he rubs your back and stays silent. his presence is super comforting.

always ALWAYS gets you water and a snack. plus meds (if you have them)

You sat down, the burden of the day weighing down on you. The light in your kitchen began to get brighter. You squinted, trying to ignore it, but it was no use. Noises were getting louder and lights were getting brighter. You got up, trying to navigate to the bedroom. "Hun, I'm home. I got us some takeout, too-" He stopped as his eyes reached your hunched figure. "Shit," He whispered, putting the food on the table. He wrapped his scarf around your eyes, guiding you to the bedroom, helping you lay on the bed. He closed the curtains and you let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be right back," He whispered. He hurried to the kitchen where he got water and your meds, then gently placed them on your nightstand. Aizawa sat next to you, propping you up. "Take one of these. It'll go away soon," He whispered. You nodded and complied, the movement hurting your head. You laid back down, followed by him. He wrapped his arms around you, making sure you felt safe in his embrace. Slowly, you drifted off to sleep.

You frowned. Your thoughts began to wash over you like a wave of fire. "What if he's tired of having to take care of this?" "What if I'm making him even more stressed" "What if I'm a burden?" A tear fell from your eye and Aizawa saw. "Hey. Is it getting worse?" It was actually getting better. A lot better. Still, the thought made you want to stay in bed for the rest of your life. "Hey." He whispered again. You sighed as the migraine was becoming less and less painful. "Am I a burden?"

His heart nearly stopped at that question. "A burden?" He repeated, as if he had to say it himself to even register the thought. "No. Absolutely not," He assured, squeezing your hand. "I take care of you because I love you. Not because I feel like I have to." You smiled a little. "You're the one thing in my life that doesn't feel like a burden. The truth is, I'm safe with you. And your migraines aren't going to make me tired of you." You sat up and hugged him, squeezing him tight. He rubbed your back. "Feeling better?" "Yeah. A lot better," You responded. "Alright. Let's eat that takeout now," He whispered, helping you up.

[rosze-v]

paper bag

pairing: single dad! Aizawa Shouta x Reader, daughter! Eri x Reader, daughter! Eri x single dad! Aizawa Shouta

synopsis: you realized your neighbor have been coming home everyday

tw: fluff, single dad! Aizawa, daughter! Eri, comfort, reader lowkey don't have any sense of danger, mentions of crazy ex, Aizawa is a normal school teacher, normal world AU, mentions of adoption, adorable Eri, tired Aizawa

w.c : 2.7k

a/n: Halu! I'm back after so long!! Well I have been having some writer's block, and so I was trying to get into my groove, then I found out about collabs!! I'm new to Tumblr so that was new to me, and after like reading so many collabs, I decided to join myself!! If you guys noticed, I have been reblogging a lot of collabs cause yeah, I don't really have any self control. BUT! I have a lot of ideas for the collabs! If anything, this collab I'm joining is about to close soon, so I had fun chasing the deadline. Anyway!! I hope you guys have fun reading this, and sorry for the lengthy a/n, thank you @nuclevi for such an amazing collab, and allowing me to join! Also thank you to everyone who have been reading my fics, and following me! I really appreciate it :D I'm sorry if this one not really that good, but I truly hope I conveyed the story properly!

COLLAB : DADDY'S DAY OUT

You have always wonder who, or what kind of person live next to you. Despite already living in that apartment for 6 months, you have never heard, or even met them. Not to mention that your mysterious neighbor is barely home; you know because your neighbor tends to close their door with a bang, albeit not too loud. To begin with, you weren’t really a curious being in the first place, just that only recently, you have started to notice that your neighbor is home every day, and you can occasionally hear the sound of a child crying. You were worried of course, who’s the child, why so suddenly, are you going to be featured in a documentary soon?

But your curiosity was finally answered when you came back home from work, and there they, or rather he, the neighbor who you always wonder about. He was tall, lanky even, his dark circles were dark enough for you to understand the unshaven stubbles. You then saw the little child beside him, holding onto his black shirt. She was wearing the cutest pink dress, and you can’t help but coo at how cute she looks. Awkwardly, you walk slowly to your door, trying not to startle your neighbor.

He was fumbling his key holes whilst holding onto two bags of groceries. You could hear him grunting in frustration as he jams the key inside, finally, and with a quick sigh of relief, he opens the door. Truly, it seems like lady luck is frowning upon your neighbor when the paper bag ripped, and his groceries were rolling all over the floor. Seeing that, you quickly jump to action by picking up the rolling groceries, and then quickly went to the man to give him it.

The long-haired man eyes bore into yours as he mutters a thanks. You give him a curt nod as you were turning around to go back to your apartment, you saw the state of his apartment, and gasps. Like a huge, embarrassing¸ gasp, and that alerted the man. Your eyes fumble around at the clothes strewn all over, the toys here and there, and there was a distinct smell. You frowned at the condition of his home, and the thought of him housing a child there makes the frown deeper. You know what those condition means; he has his hands full on everything.

“Are you okay?”. You blurted out the question before your mind could think.  The man stare into you as his eyes were filled with contemplation. He sighed, looking down while shrugging as he answers.

“Just… parenthood’s kinda tough.” You see, Aizawa is not one to just air out his personal problems, but ever since he found out he actually have a kid with his ex, and his crazy ex put the child for adoption, his life has been in constant hurry. You nodded in understanding as you ask again.

“Do you need any help? I can help you out, no biggie.” You utter with a warm smile, as you flash the little child a smile to. She adorably, hid behind her father while holding onto his shirt. Aizawa contemplates whether he should take up the offer, but he truly, he doesn’t really have much option. Trying to juggle his demanding work, and the appearance of his new child has put a huge toll on him physically and mentally.

And so Aizawa nodded, his head fall, feeling sudden embarrassment from the situation. He then saw a hand popping out, and as he looks back up, he saw your bright smile.

“The name’s (Y/n)! It’s very nice to meet you neighbor”. He blinked at you, as a smirk grows on his face. He extends his hand out, clasping yours for a hand shake.

“Aizawa Shouta. The little kid is Eri.” You grin, and crouch down, leveling with Eri.

“Hi Eri, can I be your friend?”. You said, extending your hand to hers. Eri looked at you with curiosity in her mind, then she looks up to Aizawa. Aizawa rubs her head, and nodded. Eri then look back at you, and with the cutest smile you have ever seen, she clasps your hand, and whispers a yes.

After the brief introduction, you told Aizawa that you’re going to place your things back at home before going to his, which he understands. You quickly went back to your apartment, and put down your things. As you were running out, you decided to change into a comfy pair of pants so it’ll be easier for you to move around. You then knock Aizawa’s door, and was greeted by Aizawa himself, as he welcomes you in.

“Sorry the house is a bit messy.” You chuckle, and pat his back two times. “That’s why I'm here Aizawa.” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You rolled up your sleeves, as you scan your surroundings, making mental notes on what to do, and where to start. You then ask Aizawa where the cleaning products are, in which he shows, and help you out by taking the products, and items you needed.

“So, what can I do to help-”. You put out a finger in front of him, shushing him. You place your hands on his shoulders, and turn him around, pushing him to his child.

“You and Eri should both take a bath, I’ll handle everything.”

“But-”       

“No buts Mr. Aizawa, go and relax for once, okay?”. You give him a huge grin but Aizawa hesitated on letting you do all the work. You give him a stare down, and after a while of your little staring contest, he sighed in defeat, and went over to Eri to ask her if she wants to take a bath together. Eri who has been watching the bickering, thought that her father needs some time of his own, and she is already a big girl. She rejected her father, and told her that she’ll take her own shower. Aizawa sigh in defeat again, as he nodded and went over to his own room.

“Eri, do you want me to give you a bath instead?”. Eri glance at you, twiddling them hem of her dress. You smiled, and crouched down closer to Eri as you whisper.

“How about you clean up the toys in your room, and then after I finish cleaning up around the house, I’ll help you with a bath, how’s that sound?”. Eri give you a big smile as she rushes to her room. You smile softly, as you stood up. The first thing you start with was to look into the fridge to figure out what to cook. You then saw some ground meat, and place them in a big bowl with water, so it can dethaw. You then begin to pick up the clothes scatter around the house, and then chuck them into the washer machine. After that, you pick up everything else that was on the floor, which was mainly Eri’s toys, and start sweeping, and mopping the apartment.

 You then spray some anti-bacteria everywhere, and spray some scented freshener afterwards. Once you were done with the living room, you quickly went back to the kitchen. You wash all the dishes, and wipe down the counter tops, and the dining table. After that, you were going to begin your cooking when you hear tiny footsteps coming towards you.

“I finished cleaning my room!”. Eri announced excitedly, as you pat her head.

“Thank you Eri! I’m gonna start with dinner real quick, and then I’ll help you with your bath okay?”. Eri nodded vigorously as she stood beside you, asking if there’s anything she can help you with. You were going to refuse but the eager look on her face made you melt. You then asked her to help you with setting up the table which she quickly obliges.

You start with washing the rice, and cooking it in the rice cooker. After that you begin chopping up all the needed ingredients for you to make the hamburger steak. You heard kids love eating it, and so after scanning through the recipe, you quickly start with your cooking. Thankfully, everything went smoothly, and you managed to finish cooking in under 20 minutes.

As you were serving the food at the dining table, Aizawa came out of his room with wet hair, white long sleeve, and black pants. He glances at the clock on the wall, and realized so much time has passed. He didn’t mean to take so long, but he finally could tidy up his own room, and take a long bath. He then approaches you, looking at you tinkering around the kitchen, and thought, how comfortable this feels. You upon seeing the approaching man, smile at Aizawa as he nodded, and then glance at her daughter, who haven’t shower.

“Eri, I thought you were going to take a shower?”. Aizawa ask as he close the distance between him, and his daughter.

“Ah sorry Aizawa, I asked her if she wants me to give her a bath, and she agrees, soooo…”. Aizawa frowned at the idea but Eri quickly held onto his shirt, giving him her best puppy eyes. It seems like Aizawa is losing to everyone today as he sighs again, for so many times already.

“Well since dinner is done, might as well eat first, and then you can take a bath, okay?” Eri nodded happily, as she went to her seat on the dining table.

“Aizawa, it will be alright if I join the both of you for dinner, right?”. You ask with a sheepish grin.

“Of course, you have help out, if anything, I should be the one cooking.” You told him that its okay, and they should start dinner.

“This taste amazing!!”. Eri exclaimed as Aizawa agrees. His heart swell at how nice you are, to help a complete stranger. It almost made him wary, but he cast away those doubts when he saw how gentle you are with Eri.

“So where do you work Aizawa?”. You ask after some minutes eating in silence.

“I’m a teacher at U.A actually.

“Woah! that’s amazing Aizawa. That was my dream school but, hehe, I didn’t pass the examination.” Aizawa nodded in understanding as he asks you.

“How about you? Where do you work?”.

“I actually work as a human resource manager in one of these hotels.” The both of you then went on with your conversations, asking each other about the most random things, serious stuff here and there.

For a while, Aizawa realize that he has actually been craving this, surprisingly. Aizawa have always been an introvert, but he always has Hizashi to talk too, but ever since he has Eri, he has been keeping it a secret, and avoiding Hizashi. It’s surprising to Aizawa that he wanted to relax like this, have someone to talk to. Not only that, it’s so easy to talk to you, and your presence feels so warm to him.

“I’ll do the dishes, don’t worry. You promised Eri right?”. You nodded with a smile, as you picked up Eri, giggling with her all the way to her room. Aizawa could only shakes his head at your antics, as he cleans up the dishes. He admits, he finally could have a little breather. The house look, feel, and smell clean. The dinner you made were so good, and he is truly grateful that he, and Eri could finally have some home cooking after a while.

After finishing up, he then went to Eri’s bedroom, hearing laughter from the bathroom, and saw you washing her head, making weird shapes with Eri’s hair. He then observes the both of you quietly, leaning his body on the door frame, as you told her to close her eyes, and hold her breath, as you wash away the shampoo in her head.

“Good job Eri! You’re so amazing!”. Eri grins at you, as she saw her father.

“Papa!”. Eri shouted, as Aizawa went over, and held onto her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Did you have fun princess?”. She nodded, as you went over to take a towel, to help her out of the tub.

Aizawa then went out of the bathroom, to give the two of you space. He was sitting down on one of the dining table chairs, waiting for the both of you, when only you came out.

“Where’s Eri?”.

“She said, she’s sleepy, so she’s going to sleep first”. Suddenly the both of you were quiet, and you break the silence first.

“I think I should go-”.

“Sit down first please, I want to talk with you.” He said, as you nodded and sit down in front of him. It was silence again, Aizawa was looking down at his fingers, and then back at you.

“Thank you… thank you so much for all of this.” Aizawa gestures around the apartment, and places his hand back on top of the table. He contemplates again whether it will be alright to talk to you about his condition, but you beat him to it.

“Did something happen?”. Aizawa gave you a questioning look, as you stare into his eyes, and continue.

“Well, you know how paper thin the walls can be right? So, I realized that you have been coming home a lot, and then I heard the sound of your child crying so I have been worried actually…”. You admit, as Aizawa slowly nod.

“Well, everything happened. I broke up with my ex-wife a long time ago, and I found out that I actually have a child with her” Aizawa sighs, rubbing his face as he continues. “Turns out that crazy bitch put my child up for adoption because she wants to fucking party, and fuck around”.

You hissed at his words, and frowned. How could someone just left such a beautiful child all alone. Your heart bleeds for Eri, and Aizawa who just found out.

“So, I brought her back, and turns out Eri have a lot of traumas… The first few months she always wakes up screaming from her nightmares. Sometimes she’s scared of me, but I have been trying to build her trust on me. But you guess it, it was not easy”. You were observing Aizawa as he speaks, and you notice his weak shoulders caving in, and the tired look before came again. You felt bad for him, it’s such a turn of events for him. You slowly place your hand on his trembling ones, lightly squeezing it.

Aizawa slowly looks up, noticing your worried look, and reluctantly, he squeezes your hand back. Then it was silence again, as the both of you savor each other’s presence. You were the one to break the silence again, as you say.

“Well, Aizawa, I don’t mind coming over to help you once in a while. Besides I really like Eri, she’s an adorable kid.”

“I could never ask for such things again (y/n). What you have done today was more than enough.” Aizawa said, his face twisting in discomfort.

You shake your head, smiling, and squeezing his hand again. “Please, I don’t really mind. If anything, it’s such a delight for me to talk to Eri, and well, you.” You said, a light blush spreads through your cheek.

Aizawa smirks at your remark as he chuckles. “Well then (y/n), I can’t possibly say no now”. You look up immediately in glee, as you give him the biggest grin.

“I think I should go now Aizawa, it’s pretty late already.” He nodded, walking you to the door. As you were outside, you turn around facing Aizawa again. He was smiling down at you, as you took one of his hands, and squeezes it again.

“Take care Aizawa. See you later”. You whisper, giving him a soft smile, as Aizawa nod, giving your hand a slight rub before you went off to your own place. Aizawa was smiling like an idiot, he felt stupid for smiling over some whispers, and hand squeezes. As Aizawa turn around after closing the door, he saw Eri standing there with a grin on her face.

“Papa likes (y/n)”. She exclaimed as Aizawa chuckles, and nodded. He pulls up Eri into her arms, bringing her back to her room.

“Yeah, papa thinks so.”

[tired-teacher-blog]

So, Aizawa's neck is extremely sensitive. Yup I called it.

There is a reason why he conveniently keeps it wrapped in his capture weapon most of the time.

Finding out about it was purely coincidental, it was never your intention to brush your fingers along the pale skin when you reached out to tuck a loose strand behind his ear, you couldn't help it either, he looked breathtaking in a simple black tank top and similar colored sweatpants as he emerged after his evening shower.

What was meant to be an innocent gesture, soon turned into something else entirely when his breath suddenly hitched and goosebumps appeared where your fingers had touched.

It was a new and unexpected sight that triggered something within you, and you needed more of the sensation it had evoked..

_ "So even the incredible Mr Aizawa has a weakness like the rest of us huh?" you teased for the nth time as you tightened your grip on his wrists and pressed down on his throbbing bulge before diving in to suck another bright red spot on his once flawless neck, "you've kept it well hidden this far, I'm impressed."

It's no wonder to be frank, he has always been dominant and well guarded even with you, and it is unusual of him to show any sign of vulnerability, which is why you held on to this rare instant with all your might.

_ "Alright that's enough, you've had your fun haven't you?" he huffed in apparent annoyance but did nothing to stop you, and how easy would it have been for him to free himself of your clutches, had he truly wished to.

_ "Just a little more, please." you whined a plea and kissed his delicate skin again, relishing the strangled groans he so desperately sought to muffle.

_ "Whatever.." but his feigned indifference couldn't fool you.

How could it, when his restless hips unveiled his growing impatience for something more?

Divider by : @/saradika

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes #2 EGG-celent

UA Secretary+Assistant Quirkless Y/n...

Secretary!Y/n*Currently looking for a therapist for 1-A in their spare time in your desk*...better make sure to look for one who specializes in anger management for the little chihuahua-

Aizawa*Coming in*Y/n i need the-

Secretary!Y/n*Handing him the freshly printed test sheets*

Aizawa*Blinks and hums taking it*oh also didn't have chance to-

Secretary!Y/n*Already handing him a thermo with fresh coffee with a still warm breakfast egg sandwich in the shape of a cat face, not even looking away from the screen*

Aizawa*Grabbing the breakfast and looking at you*...Marry me?

Secretary!Y/n: I took care of that too, We've been married for the last 7 years~

Aizawa*Sipping his coffee with a hum and slight smirk*Excelent...

[alienaiver]

thinking of bleaching your hair yourself while living with aizawa. he's indifferent to what color you pick for your hair (hes smitten in the way where every color suits you) but hes so, so morbidly curious about the proces and cant stop hovering by the bathroom door whenever you have a go, curiosity killed the cat-style. one day, you teasingly ask if he wants a strand bleached and when you add, "then we'll match a little," his eyes go wide as he blushes. he looks down and nods, and lets you do a patch at the back of his hair, where itll be hidden nicely by his binding scarf and wont be too overwhelming of a change for him. it doesnt turn very blond, since his hair is so pitch black, but whenever he grades papers or reads he plays with the tuft of psuedo-blond hair, rolling it between his fingers. he feels like he has you with him whenever youre apart.

[crimsonredfeathers]

Imagine all of the U.A. teachers leaving the room one by one after a meeting. Just as you are ready to walk out of the door, you feel something wrap around your belly, holding you back. "Already leaving, Mrs Aizawa?" Your tired looking, black-haired husband grins as he's pulling you in with his scarf, just to plant a kiss on your forehead before releasing you from the fabric. Dumbstruck, you remain standing there, while Shouta passes you on his way out, a sly grin on his lips.

[shiggybrainr0t]

The light creaking of your bedroom door is what wakes you from the light slumber you found yourself in. The lamp next to your bed casts your bedroom in a hazy yellow glow, and you rub your cheek against your pillow with a contented sigh. It still smells like Shouta.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he glances at you from where he stands in front of your dresser.

“…didn’t mean to wake you up, baby.”

His voice is deeper and more grainy than usual, telling you how tired he is from his patrol tonight.

“Wasn’t asleep. Waited for you.”

He hums in response, and you can tell by his tone that he doesn’t believe you. He turns around to look at the grumpy glare he knows you’re sending him- and he’s right. You’ve brought your blanket up to your nose and only the top of your head is visible, sleep crusted eyes narrowed his way.

Shouta can’t hold the huff of laughter that builds in his chest. He feels his heart beat harder, and he marvels at how you still make him feel like he did the first time he met you, even all this time later.

He’s lifting his arms to put on a sleep shirt when you see it. There, on his ribs is a smudge of black covered in something that looks like plastic. You’re wide awake now, and you quickly jump out of bed to head towards him, shivering slightly at the chill of the room.

At your sudden movements, Shouta lowers his arms and looks at you quickly, scanning your body to make sure you’re ok. You tug the shirt out of his grasp and pull his left arm back up straight in the air. The look he gives you is one that you’re quite used to: bemused and endeared.

“Oh, I was going to show you that in the morning.”

Shouta had talked to you about how he was going to eventually get a tattoo, though he wouldn’t let slip what he was getting or where. Looking at it now, you know exactly what it is, because it’s a drawing that you look at every day whenever you go to your fridge. Only, you noticed this morning that it had gone missing.

Three messy stick people are outlined on Shouta’s ribs holding hands, two significantly bigger than the one in the middle. The one on the left is tall, and has a shock of black, long hair falling over his face. The middle is a little girl, with long hair and a horn growing out of her forehead. And the person on the right is you. It’s a picture Eri drew for you just a year after being taken from Overhaul and into protection.

Shouta is observing you quietly, obediently keeping his arm in the air as you lightly run your fingers over the shiny plastic wrap covering it. It’s only when you start sniffling that he moves, pulling you into his arms.

“Knew you’d react like this.” He says, amusement lightening his voice.

He’s still warm from the shower, and the hair that covers his chest tickles your cheek as you press your forehead against his collarbone. Your tears hit his skin whenever he runs his large hand over your head, his own cheek pressed against your crown. His stubble is prickly and uncomfortable against you, making you sniff loudly and say meekly, “You need to shave.”

“I will.” Is his only reply. He rubs his cheek against your hair, the same way you did to your pillow only moments before. You lean back slightly in his arms and look up at him tearfully. His eye is so dark, yet it gleams beautifully as it stares back at you. He’s taken his eye patch off, showing you the large scare that runs across his other eye. A callused thumb swipes under your own eyes softly.

“I love you.” He says before you can speak, which only makes you tear up again.

Shouta huffs again, a small grin forming on his face as he mumbles “silly baby” at you. He decides to forgo the shirt, and pulls you back to the sleep rumpled bed. You snuggle under the covers, still sniffling, and wait for him to finish taking off his prosthetic before sliding in next to you.

Immediately, you sling your leg over his and press as close as possible to him as you can. Shouta wraps his arms around you with ease, barely moving whenever you decide he isn’t close enough and move half your body on top of his. Under his chin, where his jaw meets his neck, he smells like his body wash and home.

[sandiaarts]

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