#Aizawa x reader comfort

[animeaandp]

MHA Prompt

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“Need something..?”

You hesitate hearing the exhaustion in his voice; maybe this was a mistake. It’s the middle of the night but there’s no one else to turn to, so you try not to grip the doorknob too tightly or fumble your words. “I’m sorry, I know it’s past lights out and you’re busy…u-um…” Aizawa picks up the conflict in your voice and fully turns towards you. Dragging his hand over his face to wake up, he gives you his undivided attention. “No it’s alright. What do you need?” His voice had softened but it’s difficult to hold his eye contact. "I…If-.."

"...?"

"..If it’s not asking too much; may I sit in here? I swear not to distract you. Everyone else is asleep and, I don’t want to be alone right now...please.." Aizawa studies your face, noting the drained complexion with raw and puffy eyes, and understands that this isn’t a simple request. “Of course. Come in.” You close the door behind you “thank you” then hurriedly find a spot on the floor against the wall and curl into your knees. Aizawa watched your movements but left you to your devices and turned back to his work. Occasionally he steals a glance but you stay true to your word and don’t make a sound or move an inch.

Thankfully, being in his presence helps how you hoped it would. Every breath you take smells like him and knowing he’s here makes you feel safe, like nothing can hurt you now. Hopefully you’ll calm down enough to go back to your room soon. Aizawa sets his pencil down though, and comes to offer you his hand. “The bed is far more comfortable than the floor. Fresh sheets I promise.” You lift your head for a moment considering his words but “I’m okay right here. I’m imposing enough as is..” He smiles turning away, “you could never impose” and grabs a box of tissues to give you “but holding in whatever is troubling you this much.,.I don’t like that.”

“…”

You accept the tissues and your tears finally break free. "I’m sorry" you try hiding it as he takes a seat beside you. "It’s okay. It’s safe to cry here." He wraps an arm around your shoulder and welcomes you to let it all out. You wanted to stop but “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…I-I don’t know why I’m so sad all the time-but, I’m empty. I feel this ache when I’m alone and more and more when I’m not…it’s starting to scare me; I don’t know how to cope anymore…that’s why I came here. I needed to run away somewhere…I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do..” Aizawa's heart grows heavy with every confession and he holds you tighter. "Always run to me-always. Never let this fear talk you out of that. Understand.?"

“You have so much to deal with; I don’t want to become a burden. But, I appreciate all of this. I feel better.” He sighs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. This would take one step at a time, so tonight was plenty for step one; he'll let it go for now. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“…Can I stay until you’re done working?”

“Of course, get some rest.”

As the night goes on the atmosphere settles. The steady rhythm of Aizawa’s pen scratching against paper and his soft sighs of concentration creates soothing background noise. When he looks up again you’re fast asleep. He smiles and is careful not to make a sound walking over and crouching down in front of you. Little did you know he finished his work quite some time ago and was hoping this would happen before he ran out of paper to scribble over. His finger traces lazy circles over your cheek, drying the last of your tears. He shifts your body to rest in his arms “I won’t lose you to such nasty thoughts..” and carries you to his bed, then tucks you in. It felt like sleeping in a cloud and you curl into his pillow. He chuckles, “Is it really that comfortable?” Aizawa sorts the work on his desk then lays down himself, and after such a long day falls asleep easily. Hopefully you'd seek him out again the next time this happened, but maybe skip the floor, his knees weren't what they were.

[fatkish]

Heyy, if you dont mind. Could you do a dazawa oneshot in which he has a daughter and he found out she selfharms? Like, he finds her doing it. Practicly hurt/confort

Thanks, have a nice day

(Write it only if you feel comftable with it)

Aizawa x Daughter Reader

(Trigger Warning: the following contains mentions of self harm. If you’re sensitive to that please be advised)

Aizawa is a very busy man. And he’s also a very observant man as well as tired. As his daughter, you try to lighten his workload by helping and doing what you can. Every morning you make bento lunches as well as breakfast for the both of you. If you accidentally cut yourself then you just put a bandage on. Nothing too suspicious. You’re also in the hero course so it’s normal to be a little banged up. Aizawa knows that you’re a good cook but even the best sometimes make mistakes so he isn’t too worried.

You tend to cut yourself and hide them beneath bandages and other small items like watches and such. You had done really well at hiding them. You tried to not do it too often, but as your stress increased, so did your cutting. Eventually you were ‘clumsy’ too often but Aizawa chalked it up to you not getting enough sleep and told you to only make breakfast in the morning and stop making lunches since the school has lunches, so you could get more sleep. If that wasn’t enough then you guys could pick up breakfast.

But even so, the bandages being to stay longer, get bigger. Aizawa knew something wasn’t adding up but what was it? Late one night, Aizawa got home and knocked on your door, opening it only to see you with an Exacto knife at your wrist and multiple cuts. Aizawa’s eyes widened at the sight as the entire world stopped for a moment as he watched the blood drip from the cuts. Silentlyhe walked in and entered your bathroom, and came out with the first aid kit.

He opened it and sat down next to you. Taking the knife from you and without saying a word, he began to clean and treat the cuts before he bandages them. You were worried as he wasn’t saying anything but as you went to ask him something he spoke.

“Do you want to talk about why you’re doing this?”

“I-“

“It’s okay, you can tell me anything. If you need me to fix an issue then I’ll do that, if you just need to talk then I’ll just listen. If you’re uncomfortable with talking to me then we can find someone else for you to talk to. “

He spoke softly as he cleaned and rebandaged all the older cuts. Once he finished he set everything down and looked at you with teary eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly as he kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much. I hope you know that. I’m sorry that you’re going through this but just know that I’m here for you no matter what. You’re my little girl and you’ll always be my little girl. Now, let’s go have some ice cream and maybe watch a movie, or we can just talk if you’re up for that?”

As he stood up and held a hand out to you to help you up off your bedroom floor you looked at him as he turned to leave.

“Aren’t you mad?”

“I’m not mad, I’m sad, yes, but I’m not angry at you. I know that you’re going through something. I’m just upset that I didn’t realize this sooner. You know you can talk to me about anything. Even girl stuff like boys and periods. But I doubt you’d want to talk to your old man about that stuff.” He smiled softly at you as you gave a soft chuckle.

“Dad, you’re not old”

“I know, now c’mon, let’s go”

He motioned for you to follow him as you walked into the kitchen. He pulled a container of your favorite ice cream out of the freezer and scooped some into a bowl before handing the bowl to you. He then scoped a bit out for himself before putting the ice cream back and joining you on the couch in the living room. That night you ate ice cream and snuggled with your dad in his lap as he held you, your head resting on his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

You talked to him about how you were feeling and why. He nodded and stayed calm, listening carefully and reassuring you that he loves you. You ended up falling asleep on his lap. He then carried you back up to your room and laid you down in your bed before pulling the covers over you and kissing your forehead goodnight.

The next morning, you and him, removed all the sharp objects from your room and put them in a box so you wouldn’t have the temptation. Aizawa helped you cook breakfast that morning. (Meaning he mostly watched and drank his coffee as you cooked since he was so tired) you both then left for school.

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Teaching Kids Stranger Danger

Imagine your child heading out the door—maybe to a friend's house or the park, full of excitement and trust. As parents, we want them to hold onto that sense of wonder, while also carrying the wisdom to stay safe. Stranger danger isn't just about suspicious people in dark alleys; sometimes, risk comes from the familiar faces or ordinary moments that catch us off guard.

Modern safety lessons have changed substantially since I was a kid. Leaving behind scare tactics for honest talks, everyday practice and lessons on listening to that little voice inside. By teaching kids to notice strange behaviours, trust their gut and speak up. We're giving them tools that matter everywhere in person and online. When open conversations are the norm at home, children feel ready to ask questions and set boundaries without fear.

Rethinking ‘Stranger Danger’: The New Safety Basics

Children absorb what we show and tell them. When it comes to safety, we have to go past the old ‘never talk to strangers’ line. Real security comes from giving kids ways to judge actions around them, not just faces. New safety basics build trust and awareness, so kids learn to speak up, pause, and choose what feels safe. Here’s how modern messages change fear into power, and clear up what it really means to stay safe. At home, school, or anywhere life takes them.

The Shift From Fear to Awareness

Old warnings painted strangers as the main threat, which often left children anxious and unsure. Now, the message is simple: be aware, not afraid. Kids need to recognise risky behaviour. No matter who it comes from stranger, neighbours, or even someone familiar.

So what does this look like in real life?

Trusting your gut: Kids should know that uneasy feelings are worth listening to and talking about.

Reading the situation: Instead of judging safety by someone’s clothes or smile, children learn to notice odd behaviour, like an adult asking for help or making secret requests.

Speaking up is safe: We teach that it’s always okay to shout, say no, or tell a trusted adult. Even if it feels awkward or scary in the moment.

The goal is for every child to understand they can ask questions or share worries without blame. Changing the story from fear to skill builds real confidence. For more on this thoughtful shift, see this guide on teaching kids real safety beyond ‘stranger danger’.

Safe Strangers vs Tricky People

Not all strangers are unsafe. In fact, sometimes a child may need help from a stranger—if lost at the park, for example. This is where the idea of safe strangers comes in. Safe strangers are people most kids can turn to, like:

Police officers in uniform

Teachers and principals at school

Store clerks at a counter

Tricky people are different. A tricky person doesn’t always look scary or unfamiliar. What makes someone tricky is the way they act. For example:

They ask a child to break a rule, like keeping secrets or leaving with them.

They offer treats, rides, or gifts out of the blue.

They ignore the child’s clear “no” or try to pull them away from safe places.

A few quick red flags to practice with kids:

An adult offers a ride without telling your parents first.

Someone tells you to keep a secret from your family.

You feel confused, pressured, or scared by how someone is acting.

Responses kids should know:

Say “no” loudly and leave if something feels off.

Find a safe stranger if you need help (like going to a cashier or a parent with kids).

Tell a grown-up you trust right away, even if you’re not sure something bad truly happened.

For more tips on talking about the difference between safe strangers and tricky people, check out this expert advice on talking to your child about safety, strangers, and tricky people.

Understanding these basics shifts the old ‘stranger danger’ warning into something real and practical. Using techniques such as clear language, steady reminders and everyday talks that stick with your child as they grow.

Key Skills Every Child Should Know

Raising a child who can speak up or step away when something feels wrong starts with a set of simple, powerful skills. Instead of piling on rules or drilling kids with worst-case stories. Teach them to read their feelings, follow their instincts, and make clear choices. These skills last well beyond childhood and serve as a lifeline both at home and out in the real world.

Listening to Your Body’s Signals: Gut Feelings Kids Can Trust

Kids often sense when something’s off before they can put it into words. Butterflies in the stomach, a racing heart, sweaty palms, or just feeling “weird”—these are real warnings from their bodies. That’s their safety siren going off. I trained my boys this when they were little by referring their gut instincts as their spidey sense ( just like Spider-Man when he can sense danger).

Explain to your child that if a person or place makes them feel uncomfortable, even if they can’t explain why, it’s their body’s way of saying, “Take a step back.” Emphasise you trust their instincts. Let them know they don’t need proof or reasons to act on feelings of discomfort. Feeling uneasy is enough. This lesson helps kids begin to trust themselves, which is stronger than memorising a list of rules.

The ‘No, Go, Yell, Tell’ Plan: Simple Steps That Work

Kids need a plan that’s easy to remember and use anytime. The ‘No, Go, Yell, Tell’ steps give them a toolkit they know by heart:

No: Say no with a strong voice and serious face, even if it feels awkward or the other person is an adult they know.

Go: Get away fast—walk, run, pedal, or roll, but put distance between themselves and the risky situation.

Yell: Make noise to draw attention. Shout for help. Use words like, “This is not my parent!” or “Help, I need help!”

Tell: Find a trusted adult and tell them exactly what happened.

Example: If someone at the park asks your child to leave with them or tells them to keep a secret—your child can use this plan. They don’t need to whisper or wait for proof. Practicing this at home makes it second nature in the real world.

Setting Boundaries With Words and Actions

Children should know it’s always okay to say no, walk away, or speak up, even to adults they know well. Practice common phrases together, such as:

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Please stop. That makes me uncomfortable.”

“I need to go find my parent now.”

Show kids they can back up their words with actions—stepping back, moving to another group, or telling another adult.

Children have a right to refuse any touch or requests for secrets, even from favourite relatives or friends’ parents. Setting these boundaries early builds confidence for when it matters most. For more strategies on how to talk about and teach boundaries, see this advice on teaching kids about boundaries.

Kids don’t have to be polite at the cost of their own comfort. Remind them: Their voice and their feelings count every time. For helpful guides and practical tips, you can also refer to this resource on teaching boundaries and safety.

Practice Makes Safe: Everyday Learning and Role-Play

Children remember what they practice with hands-on learning and play. Turning safety lessons into repeatable habits helps them react quickly and calmly—no matter the situation. Think of it like fire drills or crossing the street: with each practice run, kids build their instincts to act and speak up. Playful role-play and set routines turn talking into muscle memory, so when the real moment comes, their actions feel automatic and confident.

Role-Playing Common Scenarios: Small Rehearsals for Big Safety

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Short, simple role-playing brings lessons to life. Kids get to act out what they’d really say and do, so their bravest moves aren't just talk. Try quick, age-friendly scenarios like these at home:

“A neighbour asks you to come into their house to see a new puppy—what do you do?”

“Someone you don’t know says your parent is waiting for you in their car.”

“An adult at the park asks for help finding their lost dog.”

During practice, show your child how to use a clear voice, keep their distance and move with purpose. Let them try out saying “no” strong and loud. Remind them it’s okay to be rude if something feels wrong.

Change up the roles—let your child play both the adult and the kid to deepen the lesson. For more scenarios and question prompts, see this list of kid safety role-play situations and scripts.

Family Safety Plans and Code Words: Secure Routines and Smart Secrets

Safety becomes second nature when families stick to clear plans and private code words. These tools give everyone a script to follow—no guesswork if something feels off.

Start with a family password. This is a word or phrase your family chooses together, something secret but simple. Teach your child that anyone truly sent by you will know the password. No password? No going anywhere, no matter who asks.

Here’s how to make these lessons stick:

Pick a password everyone can remember but strangers won’t guess.

Role-play pickup scenarios from school, practice or playdates. Ask, “What do you do if someone offers you a ride but doesn’t know the password?”

Choose a family meeting spot inside and outside your home. At a park or shopping centre, pick a visible landmark. At home, pick a room where everyone gathers during drills.

Run simple safety drills:

Practice an emergency pick-up at the playground, testing the password.

Walk through what to do if you’re separated in a crowd—meet at the planned spot, look for a safe stranger if needed, and never leave with anyone not using the code word.

Remind children to “look for helpers” like uniformed staff or parents with kids if they feel lost or unsafe.

Regular review makes safety plans as automatic as buckling a seatbelt. Children are often reassured knowing there’s a routine, even when things go wrong. To build a full family response plan, explore these kid focused guides on emergency planning for families and family emergency preparedness. Having clear steps can make all the difference when every second matters.

Safety Online and in Everyday Places

Children build safety habits everywhere they go—whether they’re home for an afternoon, headed to school, or browsing the internet. These lessons grow their confidence in real-world spots and on screens. Giving kids a strong sense of who to trust and where to turn keeps them alert but never frightened. Let’s ground these lessons in everyday actions to make safety a normal part of life.

Staying Safe at Home and School: Guidelines for Independent Time

Independence is a big step for kids—walking to school, staying home alone, or waiting at the bus stop. When kids know the right steps and who to reach for help, their freedom grows in safe, steady ways.

Key habits for home and school safety:

Clear check-in plans: Set a rule for your child to check in as soon as they get home or arrive at school. This can be a text, call, or even a quick video chat.

Lock-up routines: Remind them to lock doors and not open them for anyone they don’t know, even if the visitor says it’s urgent or uses friendly language.

Know safe adults and places: Identify trusted neighbours, school staff, and local businesses your child can go to if they feel worried. It’s a good idea to walk or drive by these spots together so your child knows what to look for.

Emergency contacts: Make sure your child memorises or has written down your number and the number of another trusted adult.

Safety first on the go: If your child walks or bikes to school, choose busy routes, cross at crosswalks and walk with a friend when possible. Stress that they should never accept rides, gifts, or invitations from anyone without your clear okay.

For handy guides and age-specific safety checklists, check out the Child Safety Guide for keeping kids safe at home and in public. For making your home child-friendly, this home safety for children resource offers smart, practical steps.

Smart Habits for Internet Safety

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Online spaces can be confusing for kids—the rules aren’t always clear, and people aren’t always who they say. Laying down house rules and safe habits gives your child tools to spot trouble online and know what to do.

Set house rules for internet use:

Only visit websites, apps, and games your parents approve.

Never share real names, addresses, school names, pictures, or passwords—no matter how friendly someone seems.

Use privacy settings and keep accounts set to private.

Spot warning signs of grooming or unsafe behaviour:

Someone asks your child to keep secrets or move conversations to private messages.

A person pressures your child for personal info, photos, or wants to meet in person.

Unwanted messages that make your child feel scared, confused, or trapped.

Encourage your child to:

Tell a trusted adult about any message, image, or online chat that feels wrong—even if it’s embarrassing or scary.

Block and report anyone who asks for secrets, gifts, or private details.

Use strong passwords and never share them, even with friends.

For a step-by-step house internet safety guide, visit this page on kids’ rules for online safety. More specific tips on privacy and what to do about cyberbullying can be found at Internet Safety Tips for Children and Teens.

Keeping the internet a friendly place starts with smart family conversations. Repeating these rules and warning signs makes safe choices second nature—at home, at school, and anywhere your child connects.

Conclusion

Teaching kids to spot danger is not about fueling fear or mistrust. It’s about lighting a quiet confidence inside them. Showing them what safe feels like and what to do if something seems off, anywhere life takes them.

Open talks at home and small practice steps turn caution into strength. Walking your child through tricky scenarios, setting family passwords, and making space for every question leaves them ready for the world—not walled off from it.

Real security starts with a child’s voice and a parent’s listening ear. Keep the conversation going, keep practicing together and your child’s sense of safety will grow as steady as their stride.

Thank you for reading and working to build a safer future, one trusting talk and brave skill at a time. If you found these tips useful, share your own stories or keep the conversation alive with someone you care about—every voice makes a difference.

Source: Teaching Kids Stranger Danger

[headintheclouds-posts]

You’re lay on your front in bed, body tired from a long day. Your head tilted to one side to look at the man you love, his eyes drowsy as he slowly succumbs to the comfort of the mattress.

Though tired himself, his large warm hand rubs gently across your shoulders in rhythmic motions and he mutters loving words in a voice barely above a whisper.

Utter bliss is all you feel right now, the calming comfort of your cozy bedroom causes your brain to let go of todays worries. The moonlight cascades in through the large palladian window, painting the room in the cosmic colours of the sky, whilst the pitter-patter of rain lightly taps against the window, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You move you body to lay facing him, which causes his muscle memory to move into gear, pulling you into his chest so his nose is pressed into your hair coaxing a happy sigh to fall from his lips.

Love resonates inside this home and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[kywaslost]

hey :) an idea for a oneshot/fic has been on my mind for a while, student reader in 1A gets kicked out from home and is homeless, aizawa realised something is up with one of his students and makes reader admit what’s going on, happy ending? (please i’m begging)

Happy Endings - Aizawa Shouta

A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for lord knows how long and I’m so sorry. I turned this into hc’s since I haven’t written for BNHA in a long time. Idk, I kinda just lost interest and stopped watching. I need to catch up. Maybe then I’ll get back to writing for this fandom. I hope this is ok.

It wasn’t too hard to notice a change in your behavior

Aizawa is an extremely observant pro-hero

And he cares for his students more than he’d let on

So of course he noticed when you showed up in a slightly dirty uniform as opposed to usually wearing clean ones

Or when your hair isn’t as clean or neat as it used to be

Not to mention the bags under your eyes that were never there before

So the man asks you to stay after class one day so he could check up on you

It doesn’t take much prying for him to learn that your parents had kicked you out and you had no one else to stay with

Needless to say he was infuriated

And you were afraid upon seeing his eyes glow red and his hair raise, but only for a moment

Aizawa has a strange calming aura around him

Immediately assures you that he isn’t upset with you, just with your so-called ‘parents’

Dismisses you for class

But oh buddy that’s not where this ends

He finds you after school, Present Mic not far behind him, both dressed in civilian clothing

And that’s when they offer that you stay with them, just until UA finished building their dorms

Best offer you could have ever accepted, considering you literally didn’t have anything to lose

They even make sure to make your favorite food for dinner, just to put you at ease

And you may or may not have seen your old parents on the news next morning, found unconscious in the middle of the biggest and most popular park in town

[thehusbandoden]

More aizawa fics please! An maybe an Angst to comfort or just angst.

A/n: Of course! This took me way too long 😆😅! I posted three more Aizawa drabbles a few days ago, you can find them here <3. I'll make sure to post Aizawa more, but I hope this was good enough for now 😅.

Oh and remember, if it doesn't suit your taste you can always send in another ask <33

A Broken Promise and a Broken Heart -Aizawa Shota x Reader

General info:

Genre: angst to comfort // wc: 2,883

Summary: even though Shota's work schedule is hectic, he does his best for you, and that's all that matters. But, he promised- he promised. And now all you can feel is this crushing hurt.

Warnings!: accidental broken promise, yelling (+ caps), immense guilt, and a whole lotta hurt. Please let me know if I miss any <3! Anon, if any of these things are triggering please, please reach out to me and I'll write something else for you! <33

You and Shota have been married for almost a year.

You met in the middle of a pro hero gathering. You knew one another's public image, but not personally. After you bumped into one another- it was mostly your slip up, but Shota has always down played that- you felt an instant connection. After chatting for a few minutes you exchanged numbers, and went on your way.

It took another four days for you to reach out to one another. He texted you, double checking to make sure that it was you he was texting, and then proceeding to ask how you were. You ended up texting for eight hours

You both spent months simply texting and calling one another, talking for hours and hours until one of you fell asleep- which was mostly Shota because the man was exhausted.

About seven months later you met in person again, going on a date to a little cafe that was newly opened. Long after your breakfast was eaten you continued to chat, and you almost reached four hours, but you both sadly had to get to work.

Two dates later, Shota officially asked you out, which you accepted with a wide grin.

A month into your relationship and you were already saying 'I love you', and you both started talking about marriage four months after that. When your relationship hit six months he proprosed, and you got married three months later.

Though a little rushed, your relationship was filled with pure love, and the two of you couldn't be happier.. until Shota started working even more.

You knew that there wasn't really a reason to be mad at your husband, but the transition of seeing him every morning and every evening to almost not at all was heart crushing. You felt alone, and unloved- even though you knew that he was doing this for you.

After two weeks of this you stayed up late to talk to him about it, which he wasn't happy about.

At all.

After arguing for thirty minutes you angrily told him that he better be here in the morning to talk about the problem, or you were going to loose your mind.

Luckily, he was there, and things went a lot more smoothly when he was fully rested- well as rested as possible.

He agreed on trying harder to be there more, and you agreed on trying to more patient with him. And for a while, it got better. Instead of coming home after midnight he'd get off around 7-10, and you got to spend more time with him. Though it was little, it was progress, and you were simply happy that he was doing his best.

Though after a while it got bad again, but Shota did apologize and promised he was doing his best, so you supported him, tucking away those feelings of hurt in order to be there for your other half.

It stayed like this for a while. Sometimes he would be home at 6, roses in hand as he leant down to kiss you, telling you how breathtakingly goregous you were. Those nights were completely focussed on one another, leaving you breathless and entirely in love.

Some nights you would stay up for him. Somtimes he got home a little later then usual, but sometimes he would come home well after you fell asleep to tuck you in with a sad smile and kiss to your forehead.

Though not ideal, you both were simply doing your very best for one another.

You would ask him to come home as soon as possible, and to make it to special days like your mom's birthday party, your upcoming anniversary, and special pro hero interviews. And most of the time he did his best and got there a little late, if not on time.

And he would ask you to continue being amazingly gorgeous, loving, and selfless and to please, keep being patient with him. And so you did, and it worked.

Well.. it worked for a while, but such a fragile foundation was bound to break eventually, bringing down everyone with it.

~~Present day~~

Tears cascaded down your face as you aggressively wipe at your tears and dripping mascara. The feeling of betrayal bringing hiccups from your glossed lips. You could feel nothing but immense hurt. The kind of hurt that caused your heart to throb in pain, a new wave of heart break hitting you with every breath you inhaled.

He promised.. he had promised that he would be there. That he would make time for you, his wife of one year.

Today was your anniversary, you had reminded him again and again and he said that he would make it to your reservation, that you didn't need to worry.

Just this morning he was whispering words of love and promising you that he would be there.

And so you trusted him. Because you loved him, and knew that he would always keep your happiness as his main focus in life.

And so you spent the entire day cleaning the house, making sure everything was spotless. You then bought scented candles and rose petals for your shared bedroom, wanting the night to be as romantic as possible.

After everything was perfect you got ready yourself, washing your hair and shaving during your shower, putting on Shota's favorite red dress on, and doing your hair and makeup.

As soon as it was time to leave for the reservations you texted Shota, just wanting to give him one more reminder.

You were too busy getting to the restaurant on time that you didn't even notice how he hadn't texted you back.

When you got there you were seated at a table for two and ordered the both of your drinks, knowing Shota's by heart. As the mintues crawled by you texted Shota three more times, not wanting to call in such a high class restraunt, plus he was still at work.

A hour and a half passed by and there was still no sign of him, and you were worried. The waiters were visibly getting impatient for you to order or just get out of the restaurant, and all of the other customers- mostly couples were giving you either knowing, pittied, or disgusted looks.

After another hour the staff escorted you out, apologizing, but telling you that you couldn't simply sit there, and that they had a couple who needed that table soon.

When you got into the car you were silent, and suprisingly calm. It was like realitly hadn't hit you yet. You were silent as you continued to drive, but your eyes started to sting.

He promised you.

He was supposed to be there.

It's not like there was a villain attack, you're phone wouldn't given you a warning to stay clear of that specific area and to stay at a safe place.

He's not cheating. You know that much for an absolute fact.

So why.. why did he lie to you?

The tears started coming, coming down faster the more that your situation hit you.

It was your first year anniversary for being married.. it was a pretty big deal, so why? Why did he leave you alone like that?!

You did everything for him- going out of your way to make sure that everything was perfect!

And he had to screw it all up!

Sobs caused you to shake as you finally released your sorrow as you wailed. You've been trying so hard, pushing your feelings down every time something hurt you, and it was finally being released.

It doesn't help that your hormones have been out of whack recently either.

As you pulled into the driveway you bit your knuckle to silence your sobs until you closed and locked your front door.

Stumbling to the couch, you yank off your heels and throw them against the wall before scooping up two of the three worried cats at your feet.

Not even bothering to look at who was who, you bury your face into their soft fur, sniffling as their purs helped calm you down. By the texture of the cat on the left it was probably Mew, your fluffy white female cat, and the deep rumble of the cat on the right was probably Haru, your only male cat and the biggest baby of the house- minus Shota when he was being clingy of course.

That thought brought you to sobs once more, causing Mew and Haru to put their purs into overdrive and the third cat -Aiko to jump onto your lap, rubbing against your stomach as she purred.

After a lot of purring and kisses the cats calmed you down enough to be able to see clearly, though you were still hiccuping and sniffiling.

"I love you all." You whisper, petting two of the three cats on your lap, making sure to rotate so each cat got an equal amount of pets.

As you drifted off to sleep you were startled awake by the opening of the front door and a soft "I'm home".

Hurrying to sit up, tears pricked at your eyes at the sight of Shota walking into the house like normal. Did he not realize how much he hurt you?!

"Oh, y/n? What are you doing?" Shota asked, walking towards you to give you his usual kiss of greeting.

As you jerked back from him Shota paused, eyes squinting as he took in you, dressed for a special occasion, the mascara and tear stains littering your cheeks, and the cats, all three of them rubbing against you and purring. Aiko was even glaring up at him, grey-blue eyes seemingly piercing his soul.

"What happened?! Shota quickly asked, looking around to try and figure out what's gotten you so.. upset. His heart ached as he desperately tried to find a way to comfort you, heart shattering as one thought replayed in his head.

Who hurt you?

"Don't act like you're so innocent." You sniffled, picking up Haru to cuddle against your chest, your breathing starting to slow down as you listened to his calming purs.

"W-what did I do?" Shota asked, a whimper stuck in his throat at the idea of hurting you.

"I don't know, check the date, idiot."

A stinging hurt stung at his chest as Shota stumbled for his phone, quickly glancing at the date.

Oh no.

Oh.. oh no.

"I- I was supposed to meet up at the restaurant tonight.." Shota breathed, causing you to scoff.

"Baby I am so-"

"I don't c-care." You seethe, inwardly cursing as a small sob interrupted your sentence.

"Oh baby, baby please, I am so so sorry- I- I totally got wrapped up with work today and totally spaced it- baby please you gotta believe me-"

"Oh I believe you. I- I'm just h-hurt. I spent a-all day making everything perfect for the two of us- and this is how I'm repaid- i-it really, r-really hu-hurts." You reply through sobs, breaking Shota's heart even more.

"Y/n-"

"JUST STOP! I'M SO DONE WITH ALL OF THIS! WE DON'T NEED ALL OF THIS EXTRA MONEY AND YET YOU WORK AND WORK AND WORK! I-I'VE TRIED TO BE UNDERSTANDING BUT I'M JUST DONE! PLEASE JUST STOP WITH ALL OF THESE EXCUSES! YOU MESSED UP SHOTA! AND YOU NEED TO OWN UP TO IT!"

"Y/n- baby, I-I'm sorry.. I- I promised I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry, I know I screwed up, I-I'm sorry."

Scoffing, you stand up, much to the cats' displeasure.

"I love you, Shota, but I am very hurt and need some time to myself. I'm going to sleep in the guest bedroom, with the cats. I hope the time alone will help you realize how badly you messed up."

"I understand, sleep well my love." Shota murmured, stepping out of the way for you to stand up, Mew and Aiko in your arms.

"C'mon Haru.." You whisper, causing the cat to let out a pur and follow you up the stairs.

~Shota's pov~

As soon as he heard the door close Shota banged a fist against the nearest surface. How could he mess up so badly?! It was your first year anniversary! What the freak!? He promised!

As his heart broke in his chest anger consumed him. How could he just-?

Taking a deep breath Shota started to calm down, deciding to clean the house as a way to clear his head and do something nice for you. As he looked around Shota continued to get angrier at himself as he saw how spotless the entire house was. The only room that had anything messed with it was the living room.. where your thrown shoes were.

Sighing, Shota picked up your shoes and put them away.

Whatever, he should just get to sleep. Scoffing at himself, Shota made his way into your shared bedroom.

As he walked upstairs his heart started beating against his ribcage, there were rose petals leading up towards your shared bedroom.. similar to when he did the same thing for you the night after your wedding.

Opening the door, his heart stopped as he saw the rose petals lovingly placed across the room, and then the candles placed along the room as well. It was so breathtakingly romantic- and he messed it all up.

Grabbing at his hair in frustration Shota let out a small whimper, not knowing what to do. Looking at the time, his heart started beating faster against his chest. It was only nine, it was still your anniversary.

Rushing down the staircase Shota hurried to grab his keys and slip on his shoes. Hurrying out the door, he hurried to lock the door and rush to the car, starting the engine and backing out of the driveway hazardously.

~~Your pov~~

Sniffling, you pet Aiko lovingly, her soft purs helping you relax. Right before you fell asleep you heard the front door open and close, and the car start.

You were alone once more.

The thought of Shota not wanting to deal with the problem hurt- a lot. You at least expected him to stick around and fix things with you before he went back to his terrible work schedule.

Right as you were about to start crying again you were pulled out of his thoughts by the front door opening and closing again. Interest peaked, you stayed silent to listen to the sound of footsteps.

Though you were hurt, the familiar sound of Shota's pacing footsteps brought a certain level of comfort, lulling you to sleep.

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You awoke from your restless sleep by a slow, hesitant tap on the door.

Sitting up, you rubbed at your eyes, trying to fight against the temptation to lay back down to sleep.

Looking around you, the strange surroundings confused you. Why were you in the guest bedroom instead of your own? After a few seconds of pondering, your memories came back in a flash and you recognized the tapping as Shota.

"What do you need, Shota?" You ask, desperately fighting against a yawn.

"I-I have something for you.." the man muttered, causing you to frown in thought.

"I thought I asked for space." You huff, causing Shota to sigh, and -you assume lean his forehead against the door, causing a small 'thump' to be heard.

"I- I know, but please?"

"If I don't like it, I'm going to be upset for longer, and you'll be alone for longer." You warn, getting out of bed to walk over towards the unlocked door.

"Okay, that's fair."

Slowly opening the door, Shota stands up straight, a hesitant and almost sad look in his eyes.

"Please, let me make it up to you." Shota whispered, reaching out his hand towards you, making sure to leave the decision up to you.

Watching him through slitted eyes, you place your hand in his, immediately entangling your fingers with his out of habit.

Smiling slightly, Shota squeezed your hand before gently leading you towards the stairs.

Confused, you started to look around, not really noticing anything out of the ordinary.

As you started to walk down the carpeted stairs your breath hitched in your throat. Littered across the floor were rose petals, creating a path down the stairs.

"Shota-"

"Shhh, we're not done yet." Shota murmured, kissing the shell of your ear lovingly.

Going down the rest of the stairs, your eyes start to glow as you look around. There were rose petals all around, leading towards the dining room, living room, and front door.

"It's your choice my dear." Shota whispered, kissing your shoulder blade. "Dinner, movie night, reading and cuddles on the patio or.. something else."

A shiver went down your spine as you looked around you. "Oh Shota-" You whisper, turning around to look the man you loved so dearly in the eyes. "This is.."

"Not enough. If you want to go to sleep then we can do so, but I'd be happy to celebrate our anniversary with you, and I will continue to apologize until my wrongs have been repented for."

"Oh Shota.." You sniff, throwing yourself onto him. "I love you. So, so much."

"I love you more, Kitty."

Smiling, you pull away to wrap Shota in a kiss full of passion, tears, and smiles.

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[sugarwarachan]

Hello hello! I love ALL of your MHA stuff! Your fics and hcs for a certain teacher are just on POINT 😩🤌🏻

I have a teeny request.... Domestic fluff for Zawa when?

Ty ty!! I'm not quite sure if this qualifies, but it's so soft. I wanted an excuse to have Aizawa say "ily" a bunch of times and also sort of play into that Jenny Slate quote, "Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?"

aizawa knows he loves you the minute he comes home to you making dinner in his clothes.

it's a mixture of things: the possessive churn in his gut at seeing his shirt barely skim past your ass, the gentle hum of your voice singing alongside the radio—the realization settles over him so easy it's like drawing breath.

you let out a surprised gust of air when his arms tug you against his chest.

"shouta!" you laugh, and it's unbearable almost, how heavenly he finds this moment to be. he absorbs your smile with a kiss. "what's gotten into you?"

he's not the most affectionate man. he tries to show his love for you through his actions, but aizawa wonders now if distrusting his ability to put his feelings into words is more cowardice than strategy.

to love you is to potentially lose you. he's known that from the beginning. the possibility exists that one day you might not be here in his arms, wearing his Present Mic shirt that you tease him mercilessly over and looking at him like he's capable of offering you the moon rather than the actual exhausted life of a pro-hero.

"i love you," he blurts out, and your eyes soften with such overwhelming affection he suddenly can't stop saying it. "i love you," he repeats against your neck, tracing his thumb over the red mark he sucked into the skin that morning. "i love you," a hoarse rasp as he reclaims your lips.

he has to accept what he can't control, and the loss of you is one. he can only control something as simple and beautiful as this, peppering his love onto your blushing cheeks as you put on the tea.

[zoloft3]

forever and always

☆彡shouta aizawa x gn! reader

tags -> domestic fluff, established relationship, short n sweet, long day/late night, living together, you have cats :)

a/n : omg another post! are you excited for me? are you? are you? well im excited thank you. this has been a draft for a minute that i'm finally getting around to posting. anyways i hope you enjoy!

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You knew it was a long day just by the sound of the front door. From the way he fumbled with his keys and shoved the door open, how it took a little longer to close than normal. You peered over the couch, watching him come into the living room from the hallway. He looked exhausted, shoulders slouched, head tilted towrads the floor, and his hair a complete mess.

"Hey, baby," You called, trying not to let your worry show on your face, "How was work?"

The grumble he let out as he removed his scarf told you everything.

"Long day?" You stretched your hand out to him, inviting him onto the couch. He took it, slowly sinking next to you and letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

You intertwined your fingers, "I made dinner, and the cats are fed."

He hummed in response, and you stifled a smile.

"C'mere," You shifted the both of you so he could lay on your chest, his legs between yours. He instinctually wrapped his arms around your waist, and you couldn't help but grin as he snuggled into you.

"I missed you," You sighed, tangling your fingers into his hair, gently starting to remove the tangles that had built up over the day.

If he hadn't already, he was now completely melting into you.

You listened to his breaths and gently played with his hair. Tangled from the long work day, you tried your best to work the knots out with your fingers.

After several minutes of him recovering, he mumbled into your chest, "What would I ever do without you."

You smiled, tilting his head up so you could see his gorgeous face, "Starve, die of countless injuries, freeze. I don't know, but your prospects were never very good."

He stifled a chuckle, "My hero."

You kissed him softly, "Yours. Forever and always."

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a/n : i hope you silly gooses liked it :)

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[yandecifi]

sex isn't about have to's

aizawa/reader

~4500 words

mild smut, angst, hurt/comfort

cw; implied rape/noncon, implied incest, implied child abuse

You've managed to avoid nights at the house by running the door at a local strip club. The bouncer you usually work with, Aizawa, is a sarcastic, unusually tall smoker. He's sweet, sweet enough to drive you home most nights — and to pick up on your subtleties.

“Hope all the girls are as hot as you.”

It’s twelve in the morning and your dress is short enough that you’ll flash everybody if you bend over. You don’t mind, though, because that’s kind of the idea; the all black, skin tight nature of your chosen work uniform is meant to draw attention to… well, the parts that matter.

You laugh sweetly as you scan the young man’s ID. Your coworker, Aizawa, looms behind you, eyeing up the crowd in front of the club and rolling a cigarette between his fingers. He’s one of the better bouncers you work with, if not your favorite — not only does he actually do his job when things get rowdy, but he doesn’t snitch on your rather immoral side hustle.

“Oh, trust me, they’re even better,” you say, passing the ID back with a flick of your fingers. You shift your weight so that your breasts squish together a little more. “Wanna come and tell me about it after?”

You flutter your lashes. Distant club music swims through your body. The guy grins and nods.

That’s gotta be at least forty bucks. Score.

You turn to flash Aizawa a little shit eating grin. He just shakes his head and takes a puff of his cigarette.

You don’t bother wearing perfume. Why would you when Aizawa’s always got smoke curling up from his lips and fingers? A year into this job and you can’t even scrub the scent out of your hair anymore. When you grumbled that you stink thanks to him, he just said you’re welcome and held out a cigarette, half-lidded eyes full of mirth.

He takes that dry approach to just about everything. Maybe it’s because he’s so much older than you, what with his inky, messily tied hair and rough stubble adorning his chin, but he doesn’t care about much aside from his paycheck and getting home. You’ve seen him take a punch to the face and just sigh with annoyance.

Still smiling up at your coworker, you ring up the next guy in line.

“Y’know, I think this is gonna be a good night, ‘Zawa.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You stay ‘till close?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nice — oh, yeah, you’re good to go in — I’m here ‘till close, too. Think you could drive me home?”

“Uh-huh. Focus on the customers.”

“Oops.” You whip around to see an older man holding out his credit. You take it with a laugh. “Sorry, sir. I’d make it up to you with a kiss, but you’ll get plenty of that inside.”

“Ha! Didn’t expect the service to start out here. I’m paying for all five of us, by the way.”

“Of course.”

You blow a kiss at the men as they pass you, their loud laughter ensuing. Aizawa blows smoke into your face. You cough and smack his arm.

The monotony of greeting and ringing up, of flirting and scanning, continues. This is how most of your weekend nights go; clock in at nine, run the door with Aizawa (usually) and dick around with him until three, and then give a blowjob or two before heading back to your apartment. It’s a pretty good gig for somebody like you — it doesn’t clash with your other jobs while still making enough cash.

The line dwindles as the night goes on. Eventually, ten minutes go by without a group, and you’re squatting and fixing the straps of the stilettos you’re wearing. An unlit cigarette hangs between your teeth. Goosebumps run up your arms from the night air as you chat about everything and nothing.

“No, yeah, I haven’t seen her since. Do you think she got fired?”

“Probably.” Aizawa’s leaning against the wall, lighter in hand. “People show up high all the time, but not that high.”

“Yeah. I swear to God she was turning blue.” The strap you’re fiddling with slips from your fingers for the — what, fifth time? You groan. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Aizawa scoffs. “What’d I say? You’ve gotta —“

“You’ve gotta stop wearing the fucking heels, I know, I know!”

You’re kneeling now, knees scraping the concrete. Every time you jam the strap into the buckle it comes right out, no matter how much your nails wedge it in tight. You sigh and resign yourself to the floor.

“This is what I get for thrifting shitty shoes.”

Aizawa hums in agreement and yet squats next to you. He squints at your bratty straps. Then, he hands you his lighter.

“Try putting your leg out straight.”

“Okay,” you murmur, butt hitting the ground as you lean back on your hands and straighten your legs. “I’ll literally love you forever if you fix this.”

“Uh-huh.”

He fiddles with the strap, one hand wrapped around your calf to hold you still. Now that he’s this close, you realize you’ve never been this equal in height to him. Like, the guy is built like a damn tree. His jawline is pretty nice, too, and his hands are warm —

“Lighter.”

“Oh, yeah, here.”

Aizawa brings the lighter to your strap and fiddles some more with the flame. Then, he stands up, already reaching into his pocket for another cigarette, though he manages to catch himself.

“Oh my God,” you say, rolling your ankle around and around. “You actually fixed it. What the hell. And with the lighter, too.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, holding out his free hand. You take it with a grin.

“You’re smarter than you look.”

He huffs. “Watch it.”

You laugh and the two of you separate, only to come together again — you lean towards him so that he can light the cigarette in your mouth.

“Thank you,” you say, breathing the smoke out.

“For making you stink,” he responds, breathing the smoke in.

The two of you loiter around the doors. They open occasionally, drunk men stumbling out to catch their Ubers. One guy vomits across the street. You look away with a grimace.

“Ew.”

“You should be used to this by now.”

“It’s still ew.”

“Uh-huh.”

“How long have you worked here that you don’t care about that sorta stuff?”

Aizawa rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck and all the joints there. “I’ve been here three years. Had other places before, though.”

“Haha. Old.”

“I’m thirty-nine. I’ve seen you hook up with guys in their fifties.”

You shrug, pass your cigarette to Aizawa. “They pay better.”

“Mhm,” he hums, breathing the nicotine in. He’s kinda pretty when he smokes. It’s something about the veins in his hands. “Your parents don’t care that you’re doing this?”

Your face scrunches up. “My parents?”

“Yeah?”

“How old do you think I am, dude?”

“I don’t know. Eighteen?”

“Excuse you, I’m nineteen.”

He lets out a laugh. Like, an actual laugh, sticking the cigarette back out at you. You take it and smoke, face hot.

“That’s basically the same thing,” he says, laughter dead.

“Yeah, whatever, jeez. They don’t care.”

Aizawa nods slowly. You watch your smoke dissolve in the air.

“Just be careful with it,” he says.

You sneak a glance at your coworker. He’s leaning against the wall of the strip club the both of you work at, arms crossed, his black dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms.

You cough and look down at your stilettos. “Thanks.”

“Your dress is riding.”

“Fuck.” You bite on the cig and yank your dress down. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“I didn’t, uh, mean to,” you mutter.

“I know.” He clears his throat and nods towards the door. “Your guy.”

Just like Aizawa says, the young guy from earlier is coming out the doors with his group of friends. They’re snickering as he says bye and splits off towards you. You’ve always been kind of a joke to everybody else, but Aizawa’s never laughed at you.

You get up with a stumble, adjust yourself. The guy reaches you and you snatch up his hand, snuff your cigarette out on your thigh with a sizzle. You can feel Aizawa’s eyes on you as you drag him around back.

Maybe it’s because you’ve done this since you were a kid, but sucking off guys like the one you’re kneeled in front of doesn’t make you feel or think as much as it probably should. It goes by fast, actually, which you don’t mention (you’ve learned that ruins the mood), a blur of motions and groaning and zippers. He gives you some cash and you’re alone, standing behind your workplace, wiping cum off of your face. It’s quiet except for the muffled music.

You pass Aizawa on your way to the breakroom. He’s checking the IDs of some guys — your responsibility, fuck — and spots you as you try to rush past. You’re wiping off the mess that’s your lip gloss, manicured fingertips running circles around your mouth. He gives you a once over, like he always does, but this time he lingers on your fingers.

The guy called you some names during it. They ring in your ears as you brush your teeth in the employee bathroom. Slut. Whore. Slut. Whore. Slut, slut, slut.

You spit into the sink. You wash your face. You don’t recognize yourself without your makeup. You rummage through your ziploc baggie of product, reapply everything. You fix your hair. Your mouth never does feel clean.

Your lip wobbles. You keep running your fingers through your hair and staring at yourself in the mirror.

When you make it back to your post, the night air biting your calves, your coworker is alone at his usual spot on the wall. You stand next to him with your arms crossed. His voice comes out startlingly even compared to the voices in your head.

“You were in there a while.”

You nibble on your lip. “It got in my hair.”

He hums.

“Sorry for making you do my job,” you whisper.

“It’s boring out here. I don’t mind.” A car drives by. Somebody laughs loudly from inside the club.

“Okay.” You want to swallow but you spit instead. “Thanks.”

Slut. Whore. Slut, slut, slut.

It hits three in the morning and you’re giggling with Aizawa in his beat-up car. A cheap air freshener hangs from his mirror, twirling about as he drives you home, an empty energy drink rattling in one of his cupholders.

“Okay, um, would you kill your cat to end traffic?” You ask, smiling, watching him as he rolls his eyes from the driver's seat.

“You’ve asked me this already.”

“Just answer!”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He taps his cigarette ash out the window, his other hand guiding the steering wheel. “Anybody who says otherwise is a psychopath.”

“Okay, yeah, I agree. What if it was a dog?”

“Still no.”

“A fish?”

“Maybe.” He narrows his eyes. “Actually, yes.”

“Why?”

“You ask the weirdest questions.” He cracks a smile as he says that, shaking his head. “I guess I feel like the fish wouldn’t care as much.”

“Okay. Yeah.” He’s taking you into your neighborhood, now. It’s the kind of place that’s pretty obviously subsidized — it’s all one-story apartments, lawns that are either dead or severely overgrown, and potholes or cracked asphalt. Aizawa slows to a stop in front of your parents’ apartment, puts his hazards on. You should unbuckle your seatbelt and say goodnight with a giggle but you’re stuck.

The lights are still on. Your windows are glowing like eyes.

“Um.” You glance at Aizawa and he’s looking at you funny, fuck. Your fingers fumble with the seatbelt and undo it with a clack. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” he says slowly. You need to get out of the car, you’re gripping the door handle, all you need to do is open it.

Your father is awake and he shouldn’t be.

You’ve done this hundreds of times, thousands, even. It’s not even the act that’s the worst part anymore. It's looking at your apartment, knowing what’s going to happen, and knowing you can’t do anything about it. No, no, not even — it isn’t even that, it’s that you won’t do anything about it. You will do nothing. You will walk in and let it happen.

Slut, whore. Slut, slut, slut.

You open your mouth to say something more — another apology, maybe — but you just let out something like a whimper. Your back hits the car seat, you smile, you frown, you shake your head and take a sharp breath. Open the fucking door.

Aizawa turns off his hazards and you’re rolling past your apartment. On and on the two of you go, further into your neighborhood, until you can’t see your windows anymore.

“Anywhere else you want me to drop you off?”

“Uh.” You can’t catch up to all your thoughts. You’ve always been slow; the hot, dumb bitch, the whore, the slut. “What?”

“Do you have a friend you can stay with or something?”

Friends? You? You dropped out of school over a year ago. All you ever do is work.

“I mean, no.”

He takes a moment to look at you instead of the road. His jaw clenches. He passes you his nearly done cigarette as he loops the roundabout at the end of your street.

“I have a couch.”

You look at him with wide eyes. You’re speechless for a second because nobody has ever, ever said to you what he’s saying.

“Uh, no, no. It’s okay. I can go home.”

He grips the steering wheel with both hands, squinting at the road. He seems to be rolling your words around on his tongue, considering, analyzing.

“You can,” he offers, “but you don’t have to.”

Your brows raise as you stare at the dash. Your lips pull into a frown. You know that, you’ve thought it every single time, but it’s so different hearing it out loud.

“Okay. I — yeah. Yeah.”

And he’s pulling out of your neighborhood. You smoke until you’re burning your fingertips. He merges onto the freeway.

Aizawa lives in a concrete apartment complex the next town over. He’s on the third floor, number three-hundred-fifty-three. You stand behind him, your backpack slung over your shoulder. Your hands wring behind your back. His keys jingle and jangle as he unlocks his front door. He’s got a chibi cat keychain.

The door swings open and bounces off a wall with a thud. The first thing you notice is that it smells like citrus air freshener mixed with weed and cigarettes. Aizawa closes the door behind you, toeing his shoes off.

“You can put your shoes over here.” He gestures to the little closet by his front door. It’s empty aside from a coat or two and a few pairs of shoes. You nod, unbuckle your stilettos. Aizawa grows in height as you step out of them.

You smile a little. “How’s the weather up there?”

He sighs. “Very funny.”

His vinyl floor is cold on your feet as you follow him further into the apartment. It’s simple: a kitchen, a living room with the couch you suppose you’ll be sleeping in, and then two doors that lead to his bathroom and bedroom, respectively.

It’s not as dirty as your place. His kitchen is kept tidy, the sink empty and dry, the counters littered with spices and cooking instruments but well taken care of. He doesn’t have trash piling up or mold lining the backsplash. He doesn’t have empty beer bottles sitting on his coffee table, just an ashtray. A weighted blanket is folded neatly on his couch.

“You have a nice place.”

“I appreciate the sentiment.”

“No, seriously.” You set your bag on his coffee table while he hunts through the fridge. “I’ve got black mold, like, all over my bathroom ceiling.”

“That’s disgusting.”

You laugh, sit on the couch. “I know.”

Aizawa brings you a tall glass of water. You sip at it, tug down your dress. He averts his eyes.

“I’m going to go shower.” He undoes his hair as he speaks. It falls down to his shoulders, all fluffy and rather tangled. He rakes a hand through the blackest of it. “I have some leftovers in the fridge, help yourself. I have extra towels if you’d like to shower, too.” Then, he pauses, opens and shuts his mouth, his head cocked at you. You can’t help but lean back and giggle.

“What?”

“Are you fine with sleeping in that?”

You look down. He’s referring to your dress that, even now, you can’t help but fidget with.

“I can give you some of my pajamas.” Aizawa blinks tiredly at you. “If you want.”

Your face warms. “Uh, yeah. That’d be great. Thank you.”

Aizawa disappears into his bedroom and then returns a couple moments later with a large black t-shirt and some sweats. He hands them to you, all folded neatly on top of one another.

“Thank you,” you say again. “You’re really sweet.”

He heads towards the bathroom. “Just knock if you need anything.”

It feels weird to change in the middle of his living room so you go into his bedroom. You close the door, lock it just in case, and then lay his pajamas on the bed. It isn’t made, the comforter folded back like he just rolled out of it. He’s got shelves with a variety of books and knick-knacks on one wall, a desk with similar items against another. His closet is open, his wardrobe basically all black. How emo.

The pajamas are comically large on you. The t-shirt ends at your midthigh, the sleeves at your elbows. The collar goes off your shoulder. You had to tie the sweats’ drawstring tight around your hips so that they wouldn’t slip.

You slap your hands against your face. It’s definitely better than flashing him every five seconds, but why the fuck did you have to end up in his clothes?

You fold your dress up and exit the bedroom, the sound of the shower running filling the apartment. Sitting back down on the couch, you stuff your dress in your bag. You don’t have any makeup remover with you, but a wet paper towel or two from the kitchen works well enough at removing your makeup.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The shower runs and runs. You don’t have much else to do aside from sit on the couch and sip at your water.

And think.

Slut, whore. Slut, slut, slut.

But what is sex, anyway? It’s the same as everything else if you think about it. You rub each other like you’re petting a dog, get close like you’re hugging, and kissing is kind of like eating. Nobody cares about holding hands or bumping into one another, so why isn’t it the same with sex? It’s just touching. It’s just touching until it’s over.

Aizawa emerges from the bathroom an unknowable amount of time later. He’s dressed similarly to you, though his pants are plaid and it all fits better. His hair is damp.

“Did you eat?” He asks, eyeing the unchanged kitchen counters.

“I’m not really hungry.”

He trudges over to sit on the other side of the couch, picking up his pack of cigarettes on the way. “You should still eat.”

“You say that while grabbing your lighter?”

He lights up with a snort. “Don’t use me for reference.”

You roll your eyes. You outstretch a hand and make a grabby motion towards him.

“No.” The smoke seeps out of his mouth and nose as he speaks. “You’ve smoked enough for a day.”

You groan. “Literally every time I see you you’re smoking.”

“What did I just say?”

You cross your arms, look away. Aizawa leans back into the couch cushions and continues blowing smoke. You peek at him from the corner of your eye. He’s doing the same thing.

He sits up. “Are you feeling better? Oh.” He blinks a little, gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back and stands in front of you, holding out some bandaids and a disinfectant spray. You just stare at them.

“For what?” You glance between the items and his heavily lidded eyes.

“You put out a cigarette on your leg earlier and your knees got scraped when you went with the guy.”

You take the bandaids and spray. You lay them in your lap, stare at them. He just continues to smoke, peering down at you, unmoving. Then, you let out a little laugh, your face crumpled despite your smile.

“Y’know, if you want a blow job, you can just ask.”

“I do not,” Aizawa blurts loudly, “want a fucking blow job.”

He drops to a crouch in front of you. He sticks his cigarette in the ashtray, pushes the legs of your sweats up to your knees, grabs the disinfectant off your thighs.

You sit and watch stupidly. Of course you do, you’re stupid. You’re stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why would he want something like that from somebody like you? What’s wrong with you? You’re not a hot bitch, just a dumb one. Nobody wants somebody that’s been with their own dad. You’re disgusting.

Your face is hot, head hanging while Aizawa sprays your knees. The scrapes tingle and burn. He peels the bandaids free and tears are dripping onto the sweats he gave you.

His head jerks up. You turn away in response, wipe roughly at your eyes.

You’re stupid. You’re stupid. You’re stupid.

Slut. Whore.

“It’s not that I—” He sighs, sticking the bandaid onto one of your knees. “It’s—” He sighs again, louder this time. He rakes a hand through his hair, turns around to take a drag from whatever’s left in his discarded cig.

“It’s not that I wouldn’t do those sorts of things with you,” he settles with. His hands come up to balance himself on your knees. He blows smoke. You sniffle.

“You would?”

Aizawa gazes up at you with hard eyes.

“Yeah, I would.”

Warmth blooms in your face. Aizawa searches your face for something, you don’t know, before sighing even louder and resting his head on his elbow.

“What?”

“I want to kiss you.”

Your brow wrinkles. “You shouldn’t.”

He raises his head. “Why?”

“I sucked off that guy earlier and — just — I’m dirty.”

“And I’m a deadbeat. The only person who should be worried here is me.”

“You don’t get it.” The tears start to well up again. “You don’t know the disgusting shit I’ve done.”

“Great, then we’re on the same level.”

Your fingers twitch in your lap. Before you know it, you’re leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

He tastes like cigarettes. Your hands come up to hold his face that’s all dry and scratchy with stubble. He starts to rise; he leans over, over, over, until your head hits the cushions and you’re making out with him on the couch you were supposed to be sleeping in.

He pulls aside the collar of your shirt and starts kissing along your collarbone. Your legs are tangled together, bandaged knees knocking unscathed ones. Aizawa has one hand attached to your hip, the thumb there rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your sweats.

Buried in his mess of hair, your lip wobbles. People don’t just do things like that. He’s acting like he’s into this not just because you’re willing to fuck him, but because it’s you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. You grind against his thigh, make breathy, little noises the closer his kisses get to your chest. His other hand slides under your shirt and starts to creep up your midriff, wrapping around your back —

Aizawa pauses, lifts his head. He tugs up your shirt slightly to reveal the start of a patchwork of little circular scars and divots. They climb up the sides of your torso, cigarette burns, trailing from your hip to your chest. Some are faded while others are yellow with pus.

He pulls your shirt back down, holds it there. “Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You squirm beneath him, chest tight. His hands are more hesitant now. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to take my shirt off.”

Aizawa’s still so close as he speaks, hovering over you. He brushes some of your hair out of your face. “Do you want me to?”

“I mean,” you stutter. “It’s kind of weird to look at.”

“I have them on my legs.”

“What?”

“My foster mom put them out there.” He swallows. “A long time ago.”

Your face crumples. You wrap your arms around him again, pull him into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. They’re almost all gone now.” He slowly hugs you back. “Yours will go away eventually, too.”

“Yeah?” Your fingers comb through his hair, snagging on the knots.

“Yeah.” Aizawa lifts himself off of you.

You smile, sit up, and pull your shirt off. You push Aizawa into sitting against the couch before straddling him. His hands come up to rest on your hips. It’s just your bra and sweats on now, your discarded shirt on the floor.

“Your scars are like leopard spots.” Aizawa’s fingers trail up and down some of the older ones. “You’re pretty.”

You’ve been called hot, sexy, cute, but not often pretty.

“Thank you.” You wipe at your face again. “You really are sweet.”

The two of you start making out again, hands cupping each other's cheeks or pulling the other closer. Aizawa ends up taking his shirt off soon after.

“These pants are ridiculous.” Aizawa laughs a little, kissing your shoulder. You’re leaning against him while he helps you shimmy out of the sweats he gave you, chest to chest. It’s different when there’s nothing but your bra keeping the two of you apart; he’s so warm, hot like a furnace, cozy.

The sweats finally join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You plop back down on him and immediately feel it — he’s hard. You rub yourself against him. Aizawa takes a sharp breath and grabs your hips in response.

“Cheeky,” he mutters, eyeing your grin before starting to kiss you again. One of his hands drags from your hip, down your stomach, and into your underwear.

He starts rubbing featherlight circles around your clit. Soon enough, you’re grinding into his hand, sweating, leaning into his shoulder. Aizawa grips your hip harder with his other hand.

“Stop moving so much.”

You nose his ear, out of breath. “Please?”

He shudders, releases his grip on you. Instead, that hand trails up your back to fumble with the clasp of your bra. You let him slide it off of you, let him kiss and nibble at your chest, let him do anything so long he keeps letting you come undone in his lap like this.

He holds you, arm around your torso, when he dips his fingers into you. He thrusts them upwards sluggishly, brows furrowed, until he’s up to his knuckles. You chew on your lip.

“You don’t have to do all this,” you murmur. Aizawa curls his fingers and your thighs clench around him.

“Sex isn’t about have to’s.”

You close your eyes and focus on his hands, on the warmth of him, instead of what that means.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Warm Hands". Period comfort!

I died today exams are coming up and my body decided that I must suffer, endometriosis is no joke. PERIOD COMFORT.

Katsuki was never one for comfort, partly because he never really got it himself so giving it was like standing in cold water. The first time you and Katsuki were together during your period you kept to yourself not wanting to bother him with your mood swings.

He quickly caught on blowing it off as you having an off week. The second time around he was a little more observant noticing how you got more upset over simple work and how you seemed to always have a stomach ache in class.

One Ill fated day you ran out of pads quickly running to Momo giving her a knowing look, she handed you her bag as you ran off. That was only the start of your shitty day. The pills you took to kill your cramps had worn off so now you're suffering in class. Things took a turn for the worse after lunch when whatever the cafeteria food seemed to kill your stomach.

Back in class holding your stomach you left for the bathroom holding your stomach as your lunch betrayed you. After a few minutes of suffering on the bathroom floor, apparently Aizawa felt the need to send Momo to check on you. She helped you up and to recovery girl, not that she could do much but let you rest.

After class Katsuki made his way to the nurses office, seeing you curled in a ball with a bottle of pain killers next to you "The hell happened to you?" He spoke in a rather mean tone but you could still feel the sincerity of his words "Cramps" you said sitting up wrapping your hands around his waist. After a few minutes you grab his hand and get up.

He walks you back to your dorm letting you lean most of your body weight on him most the walk there. Not having any food in your system you felt your body weaken using what little energy you had to lay down. Katsuki watches you curl in a ball a soft yet concerning look still ligers. "I'll make you some soup. Don't die while I'm gone" he says gruffly placing a kiss on your head

When he returns he has a tray with soup, some warm tea and chocolate? You look up at him a bit confused "Why the chocolate?" You say still slightly dazed. "Im not a complete moron.. plus I ran into Momo and she told me" he says the second half is almost incoherent.

You look up at him with a smile holding his rather warm hands to your cold ones. The blissful moment is rudely interrupted by the feeling of a cramp in your lower stomach. Clenching your stomach holding back the tears that had been compiled caused by the many cramps and stress of the day.

A slight groan manages to escape your lips as you feel the side if you bed sink in next to you. Not saying anything you feel your boyfriend pull you towards him. "Where does it hurt" he says avoiding your slightly confused gaze you place his hands on your lower stomach leaning into his touch.

One main up side of Katsuki's quirk was his body radiated more heat then the average person, more so in his hands. "Thank you" you say slowly dozing off.

When you awake you feel your boyfriend's hands still wrapped around you. You walk to the bathroom taking care of yourself. When you come back Katsuki is still asleep so you crawl back on the bed laying in his lap.

The day continues with one similar to the one before.

Sorry this one was a little weird and shorter than I wanted. I'm tired, sick and sleepy but wanted to write this.

Requests are open!

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Hey :) How are you doing?

Okay so, i wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa in which he is out patroling and he finds his teen daughter doing something ilegal with her friends or something like that.

Please and thankss :)

A/N; I’m okay thanks for asking! Love this idea, I’ve gotten many requests somewhat related to this lately actually! I’ll be posting those throughout the week. Also sorry it’s taken me a while to get to this! 🥲 I truly believe Aizawa is a girl dad and a softie parent. 

Pairing; Platonic!Father Aizawa x Fem!Daughter Reader

Contains; a little ooc Aizawa, fluff, soft, drug mentions, reader is about 16-17 like mha characters, quirk-less reader, death mentions, bad friends, comfort

wc; 1,763

You weren’t supposed to get caught. In fact, you didn’t even think you would. It wasn’t a big deal anyways, you only did it because you thought it’d be a way to relax with your friends. Plus, if you guys did get caught your backup plan was your father. It wasn’t like he was going to detain you…right?

Wrong.

You were very wrong to believe that your father wouldn’t take you into custody over a little weed with your friends. You just wanted to have fun! Besides, you didn’t want to be the ‘perfect heroes daughter’ who’s a buzzkill. Why couldn’t he understand that? 

There was just so much pressure that came with being the child to a hero. Your friends already joked about how you were too ‘good’ to do anything remotely illegal. Which is part of the reason you were in this situation in the first place. 

Of course he just happened to be patrolling around the alley you and your friends decided to get a little high in. That was just your luck, he didn’t seem mad though. So you thought he’d just tell you guys not to do it anymore, and move on. Nope. Leave it to Aizawa to want to teach you a ‘lesson’ all of a sudden. He was normally just a “don’t do it again,” kind of parent. Mostly because you had never done anything of this caliber before.

“Did you really have to bring me in?”

Silence.

“I mean come on, none of the other heroes care. They’re too busy thinking about protecting the city, shouldn’t you be too? Nobody cares about a couple of kids getting a little buzzed, besides everyone does it nowadays-“

“That doesn’t make it okay y/n.”

You’ve rarely seen him like this, so tense. He didn’t look angry, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got that he was. It was almost….scary. 

So you resigned to a simple, “Okay, I’m sorry.” Were you really sorry though? Not that much, you still didn’t see the big deal. 

He let out a low grunt, “This is serious y/n, I know you think I’m making a big deal out of nothing,” well he said it first, “but you could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“Hurt? From getting a little high?”

“Criminals lace that stuff all the time, whether it’s with poison, more drugs, or whatever else they decide-“

“Yeah sure, but we got it from a trusted source-“

“And who’s that?” He said crossing his arms. 

Oops.

You decided it’d be best not to respond right now. Especially since the source wasn’t technically trusted, just another kid who got it from someone else. Who probably got it from someone else too.

Sensing your apprehension he decide to drop it, “we’ll revisit that later,” he said waving a dismissive hand. “I’ll drop you off at home, you’re grounded.” 

You internally groaned at that, grounded? That’s a new one, you were starting to really regret your decision. You should have just told your friends no, even if it meant being the ‘buzzkill.’ Then you remembered, your friends-

“What about my friends?”

“We’re working on calling their parents to come pick them up soon.”

“No!-“ you said sharply, “I-I mean, can’t you just let them off? Or something?”

“You know that’s not how this works, they are already getting off with a minor offense. The worst they’re going to get is their parents’ scolding.”

“Dad! You don’t understand-“

“I understand perfectly fine, a bunch of young kids wanted to ‘have fun’ and thought this was the best way to do it.”

Okay maybe he did understand, but not your side. He didn’t get that now you’d officially be the outcast, the top 10 ranked hero’s daughter who gets everyone in trouble. Does he get how embarrassing that is? 

“Come on, let’s get going.”

You stood from the chair leaving the comfort of being shielded, by the small desk separator, from your friends’ piercing gazes. They thought your dad would let you all off too considering the chaos the city’s currently in. 

You nervously waved and mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to them before rushing out the door trying to follow closely behind Aizawa. 

You guys didn’t speak the whole way home, you opted for silence mostly because it wasn’t that big of a deal and he just didn’t know what to say. You had never done anything like that before, or had he just never caught you? When did that start?

He remembered when you were little and you’d give your vegetables to stray animals so you didn’t have to eat them, or when you tried to sneak out at night and he caught you. But those were all pretty minor things, and he was only always concerned with your safety.

You’d never done anything this bad, and in terms of the worst thing you could do of course this wasn’t horrible but he still didn’t get why. It couldn’t have just been for fun.

He entered the house after unlocking the door and opening it for you. Before you could make it to your room, where you’d probably go to sulk, he decided he’d ask.

“Why did you want to do that y/n?”

You stopped and turned around to face him. He was standing in front of the door, and now that you actually took in his appearance he looked tired. His dark circles more prominent, eyes a light pink most likely from his quirk, and his black pants had small patches of dust that had been hastily patted off on them. 

You replied after a moment, briefly forgetting his question, “For fu-“

“And don’t just say for fun, because I know you and there are plenty of other things you would do for fun.”

You huffed resigning to just come out with it, “it was a bet.”

“A bet?”

“My friends bet me that I wouldn’t get high with them since I’m a hero’s daughter.”

“And you decided to take them up on that?”

“Yes, I know it was stupid okay?”

“I know you know, you’re smarter than that. So why’d you say yes?”

Why’d he have to be so persistent? “Maybe because I thought I’d finally get some friends.”

“What do you mean y/n? You do have friends.”

“No, I don’t. Momo, Tsu, and Uraraka only hang out with me out of pity, since you’re their teacher, if they even have time-“

“Pity? Y/n no they don’t, there’s nothing pitiful about you at all-“

You scoffed, “don’t lie. I get you’re my dad and all but be honest with yourself, truly honest.”

“I am being honest. I’d never lie-“

Guess you’d just have to spell it out for him then. “The only daughter you had killed your wife, was born quirk-less, and there’s nothing special about her!” You were shocked at the admission of your own feelings but kept going, “I don’t have a talent, I’m not exceptionally smart, I’m not breathtakingly pretty, and I can’t even make friends!” You listed raising a finger for each reason, “Now tell me what about that is not pitiful?”

After that question there was silence, and Aizawa was just looking at you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until the first tear slid down your nose crease and hit the corner of your lip. Before touching could even wipe your tear or register the sound of footsteps approaching you, you were being hugged. Fully covered by his arms, your head grazing the bottom of his chin where stubble had began to grow, face buried partially into his scarf. 

You heard high pitched wailing, which you hadn’t even registered was you until his hand began to rub up and down your back with quiet ‘shh’s to try calming you.  

“Don’t cry, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, none of it okay?” He began whispering in your ear.

“Your mom and I both knew the challenges she’d have if she gave birth to you. We were well aware, and she wanted to have you. She didn’t care if she’d die in the process, you are our child.”

He continued comforting you, and when you eventually calmed down he let go and gently pulled your face out of his chest so you could look him in his tired, red eyes. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough okay? It’s my fault I’m sorry. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you’re perfect. I mean that, I’d never lie. You don’t need a quirk, to be super smart, or have a special talent. You’re perfect to me, okay? And that’s all that matters. You’re important to me,” he said firmly. 

“Okay?”

You sniffled, reaching a hand to wipe your nose, “okay.”

“Hey,” he said turning your face back to his, “I really mean it, I’d be no where without you. And how could you say you’re not beautiful? I know I’m not the best looking hero, but haven’t you seen the pictures of your mom? You take after her, gorgeous. Nothing I’d ever change about you, I don’t regret anything.”

“Okay,” you said slightly unused to him saying these things, “I’ve never heard you say something so corny dad,” you said chuckling trying to lighten the mood. 

At that, he gave a small grin which faded when he remembered your earlier point, “And Ochaco, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu do like being your friend. Not just because I’m their teacher, trust me I’m more of a supervisor if anything. I let them figure most stuff out on their own. They wanted to meet and hang out with you. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, you make friends just fine.” 

“I know, I know, it was just heat of the moment stuff dad.”

He let out a sigh of relief, hugged you once more, and pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I still have about another hour of night patrol, but I’ll stay here if you want me to?”

“No dad, it’s fine go.”

He looked at you once more as if saying, ‘are you sure?’ 

“Yes I’m sure I’m fine, it’s only an hour anyways.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything, I’ll be back soon,” he said headed towards the door.

“Okay,” you said starting to walk to your room. 

But just before he shut the door you dashed for it and started, “Hey! does this mean-“

“No you’re still grounded,” he said. 

And with that the door shut.

@/cafekitsune for the divider!

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Teaching Kids Stranger Danger

Imagine your child heading out the door—maybe to a friend's house or the park, full of excitement and trust. As parents, we want them to hold onto that sense of wonder, while also carrying the wisdom to stay safe. Stranger danger isn't just about suspicious people in dark alleys; sometimes, risk comes from the familiar faces or ordinary moments that catch us off guard.

Modern safety lessons have changed substantially since I was a kid. Leaving behind scare tactics for honest talks, everyday practice and lessons on listening to that little voice inside. By teaching kids to notice strange behaviours, trust their gut and speak up. We're giving them tools that matter everywhere in person and online. When open conversations are the norm at home, children feel ready to ask questions and set boundaries without fear.

Rethinking ‘Stranger Danger’: The New Safety Basics

Children absorb what we show and tell them. When it comes to safety, we have to go past the old ‘never talk to strangers’ line. Real security comes from giving kids ways to judge actions around them, not just faces. New safety basics build trust and awareness, so kids learn to speak up, pause, and choose what feels safe. Here’s how modern messages change fear into power, and clear up what it really means to stay safe. At home, school, or anywhere life takes them.

The Shift From Fear to Awareness

Old warnings painted strangers as the main threat, which often left children anxious and unsure. Now, the message is simple: be aware, not afraid. Kids need to recognise risky behaviour. No matter who it comes from stranger, neighbours, or even someone familiar.

So what does this look like in real life?

Trusting your gut: Kids should know that uneasy feelings are worth listening to and talking about.

Reading the situation: Instead of judging safety by someone’s clothes or smile, children learn to notice odd behaviour, like an adult asking for help or making secret requests.

Speaking up is safe: We teach that it’s always okay to shout, say no, or tell a trusted adult. Even if it feels awkward or scary in the moment.

The goal is for every child to understand they can ask questions or share worries without blame. Changing the story from fear to skill builds real confidence. For more on this thoughtful shift, see this guide on teaching kids real safety beyond ‘stranger danger’.

Safe Strangers vs Tricky People

Not all strangers are unsafe. In fact, sometimes a child may need help from a stranger—if lost at the park, for example. This is where the idea of safe strangers comes in. Safe strangers are people most kids can turn to, like:

Police officers in uniform

Teachers and principals at school

Store clerks at a counter

Tricky people are different. A tricky person doesn’t always look scary or unfamiliar. What makes someone tricky is the way they act. For example:

They ask a child to break a rule, like keeping secrets or leaving with them.

They offer treats, rides, or gifts out of the blue.

They ignore the child’s clear “no” or try to pull them away from safe places.

A few quick red flags to practice with kids:

An adult offers a ride without telling your parents first.

Someone tells you to keep a secret from your family.

You feel confused, pressured, or scared by how someone is acting.

Responses kids should know:

Say “no” loudly and leave if something feels off.

Find a safe stranger if you need help (like going to a cashier or a parent with kids).

Tell a grown-up you trust right away, even if you’re not sure something bad truly happened.

For more tips on talking about the difference between safe strangers and tricky people, check out this expert advice on talking to your child about safety, strangers, and tricky people.

Understanding these basics shifts the old ‘stranger danger’ warning into something real and practical. Using techniques such as clear language, steady reminders and everyday talks that stick with your child as they grow.

Key Skills Every Child Should Know

Raising a child who can speak up or step away when something feels wrong starts with a set of simple, powerful skills. Instead of piling on rules or drilling kids with worst-case stories. Teach them to read their feelings, follow their instincts, and make clear choices. These skills last well beyond childhood and serve as a lifeline both at home and out in the real world.

Listening to Your Body’s Signals: Gut Feelings Kids Can Trust

Kids often sense when something’s off before they can put it into words. Butterflies in the stomach, a racing heart, sweaty palms, or just feeling “weird”—these are real warnings from their bodies. That’s their safety siren going off. I trained my boys this when they were little by referring their gut instincts as their spidey sense ( just like Spider-Man when he can sense danger).

Explain to your child that if a person or place makes them feel uncomfortable, even if they can’t explain why, it’s their body’s way of saying, “Take a step back.” Emphasise you trust their instincts. Let them know they don’t need proof or reasons to act on feelings of discomfort. Feeling uneasy is enough. This lesson helps kids begin to trust themselves, which is stronger than memorising a list of rules.

The ‘No, Go, Yell, Tell’ Plan: Simple Steps That Work

Kids need a plan that’s easy to remember and use anytime. The ‘No, Go, Yell, Tell’ steps give them a toolkit they know by heart:

No: Say no with a strong voice and serious face, even if it feels awkward or the other person is an adult they know.

Go: Get away fast—walk, run, pedal, or roll, but put distance between themselves and the risky situation.

Yell: Make noise to draw attention. Shout for help. Use words like, “This is not my parent!” or “Help, I need help!”

Tell: Find a trusted adult and tell them exactly what happened.

Example: If someone at the park asks your child to leave with them or tells them to keep a secret—your child can use this plan. They don’t need to whisper or wait for proof. Practicing this at home makes it second nature in the real world.

Setting Boundaries With Words and Actions

Children should know it’s always okay to say no, walk away, or speak up, even to adults they know well. Practice common phrases together, such as:

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Please stop. That makes me uncomfortable.”

“I need to go find my parent now.”

Show kids they can back up their words with actions—stepping back, moving to another group, or telling another adult.

Children have a right to refuse any touch or requests for secrets, even from favourite relatives or friends’ parents. Setting these boundaries early builds confidence for when it matters most. For more strategies on how to talk about and teach boundaries, see this advice on teaching kids about boundaries.

Kids don’t have to be polite at the cost of their own comfort. Remind them: Their voice and their feelings count every time. For helpful guides and practical tips, you can also refer to this resource on teaching boundaries and safety.

Practice Makes Safe: Everyday Learning and Role-Play

Children remember what they practice with hands-on learning and play. Turning safety lessons into repeatable habits helps them react quickly and calmly—no matter the situation. Think of it like fire drills or crossing the street: with each practice run, kids build their instincts to act and speak up. Playful role-play and set routines turn talking into muscle memory, so when the real moment comes, their actions feel automatic and confident.

Role-Playing Common Scenarios: Small Rehearsals for Big Safety

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Short, simple role-playing brings lessons to life. Kids get to act out what they’d really say and do, so their bravest moves aren't just talk. Try quick, age-friendly scenarios like these at home:

“A neighbour asks you to come into their house to see a new puppy—what do you do?”

“Someone you don’t know says your parent is waiting for you in their car.”

“An adult at the park asks for help finding their lost dog.”

During practice, show your child how to use a clear voice, keep their distance and move with purpose. Let them try out saying “no” strong and loud. Remind them it’s okay to be rude if something feels wrong.

Change up the roles—let your child play both the adult and the kid to deepen the lesson. For more scenarios and question prompts, see this list of kid safety role-play situations and scripts.

Family Safety Plans and Code Words: Secure Routines and Smart Secrets

Safety becomes second nature when families stick to clear plans and private code words. These tools give everyone a script to follow—no guesswork if something feels off.

Start with a family password. This is a word or phrase your family chooses together, something secret but simple. Teach your child that anyone truly sent by you will know the password. No password? No going anywhere, no matter who asks.

Here’s how to make these lessons stick:

Pick a password everyone can remember but strangers won’t guess.

Role-play pickup scenarios from school, practice or playdates. Ask, “What do you do if someone offers you a ride but doesn’t know the password?”

Choose a family meeting spot inside and outside your home. At a park or shopping centre, pick a visible landmark. At home, pick a room where everyone gathers during drills.

Run simple safety drills:

Practice an emergency pick-up at the playground, testing the password.

Walk through what to do if you’re separated in a crowd—meet at the planned spot, look for a safe stranger if needed, and never leave with anyone not using the code word.

Remind children to “look for helpers” like uniformed staff or parents with kids if they feel lost or unsafe.

Regular review makes safety plans as automatic as buckling a seatbelt. Children are often reassured knowing there’s a routine, even when things go wrong. To build a full family response plan, explore these kid focused guides on emergency planning for families and family emergency preparedness. Having clear steps can make all the difference when every second matters.

Safety Online and in Everyday Places

Children build safety habits everywhere they go—whether they’re home for an afternoon, headed to school, or browsing the internet. These lessons grow their confidence in real-world spots and on screens. Giving kids a strong sense of who to trust and where to turn keeps them alert but never frightened. Let’s ground these lessons in everyday actions to make safety a normal part of life.

Staying Safe at Home and School: Guidelines for Independent Time

Independence is a big step for kids—walking to school, staying home alone, or waiting at the bus stop. When kids know the right steps and who to reach for help, their freedom grows in safe, steady ways.

Key habits for home and school safety:

Clear check-in plans: Set a rule for your child to check in as soon as they get home or arrive at school. This can be a text, call, or even a quick video chat.

Lock-up routines: Remind them to lock doors and not open them for anyone they don’t know, even if the visitor says it’s urgent or uses friendly language.

Know safe adults and places: Identify trusted neighbours, school staff, and local businesses your child can go to if they feel worried. It’s a good idea to walk or drive by these spots together so your child knows what to look for.

Emergency contacts: Make sure your child memorises or has written down your number and the number of another trusted adult.

Safety first on the go: If your child walks or bikes to school, choose busy routes, cross at crosswalks and walk with a friend when possible. Stress that they should never accept rides, gifts, or invitations from anyone without your clear okay.

For handy guides and age-specific safety checklists, check out the Child Safety Guide for keeping kids safe at home and in public. For making your home child-friendly, this home safety for children resource offers smart, practical steps.

Smart Habits for Internet Safety

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Online spaces can be confusing for kids—the rules aren’t always clear, and people aren’t always who they say. Laying down house rules and safe habits gives your child tools to spot trouble online and know what to do.

Set house rules for internet use:

Only visit websites, apps, and games your parents approve.

Never share real names, addresses, school names, pictures, or passwords—no matter how friendly someone seems.

Use privacy settings and keep accounts set to private.

Spot warning signs of grooming or unsafe behaviour:

Someone asks your child to keep secrets or move conversations to private messages.

A person pressures your child for personal info, photos, or wants to meet in person.

Unwanted messages that make your child feel scared, confused, or trapped.

Encourage your child to:

Tell a trusted adult about any message, image, or online chat that feels wrong—even if it’s embarrassing or scary.

Block and report anyone who asks for secrets, gifts, or private details.

Use strong passwords and never share them, even with friends.

For a step-by-step house internet safety guide, visit this page on kids’ rules for online safety. More specific tips on privacy and what to do about cyberbullying can be found at Internet Safety Tips for Children and Teens.

Keeping the internet a friendly place starts with smart family conversations. Repeating these rules and warning signs makes safe choices second nature—at home, at school, and anywhere your child connects.

Conclusion

Teaching kids to spot danger is not about fueling fear or mistrust. It’s about lighting a quiet confidence inside them. Showing them what safe feels like and what to do if something seems off, anywhere life takes them.

Open talks at home and small practice steps turn caution into strength. Walking your child through tricky scenarios, setting family passwords, and making space for every question leaves them ready for the world—not walled off from it.

Real security starts with a child’s voice and a parent’s listening ear. Keep the conversation going, keep practicing together and your child’s sense of safety will grow as steady as their stride.

Thank you for reading and working to build a safer future, one trusting talk and brave skill at a time. If you found these tips useful, share your own stories or keep the conversation alive with someone you care about—every voice makes a difference.

Source: Teaching Kids Stranger Danger

[tealkitty81]

Dadzawa Headcanon for Student Athlete!

Okay, so imagine you're a student at UA who also does sports after school, be that ice skating, soccer, baseball, swimming, etc.

As soon as you were dismissed from class, you'd book it over to practice, all of your gear stored in your backpack. You'd work hard and return back to the dorms between 7:00 and 8:00, your classmates asking where you'd gone.

You often used the excuse that you visited your parents, or went to hang out with some other friends. It was ironic since you had no friends outside of UA, and your parents lived overseas for their jobs.

Mr. Aizawa notices one day that you're looking more worn out than usual. It just so happened to be the morning right after a very late competition, not that you'd ever tell him that. When he asks, you just tell him you'll get more sleep that night and arrive refreshed for class tomorrow, which thankfully, you do.

He shrugs it off at first, but when he notices this happening every week or so, he's suspicious, especially when you're always tired on the same day of the week.

One day, Mr. Aizawa decides to investigate. After he dismisses the class, he waits a few minutes before following you in his car.

At first, he's confused to see you running in the opposite direction of the dorms, still in your school uniform. Before he can scold you, he sees you arrive at your coach's specified practice location.

Mr. Aizawa parks his car and waits for a little until practice starts. He remains a fair distance away and watches you with awe, though it wasn't shown on his face. He began to wonder why you'd kept this talent such a secret.

After practice ends and you leave, Mr. Aizawa approaches the coach and asks for the competition schedule. It's safe to say you were surprised to see your entire high school class cheering you on at the next event.

From that point forward, Mr. Aizawa makes sure he's always there to pick you up from practice. He also makes sure there's at least four of your classmates at every competition, if not, more.

[fatkish]

First of all that most recent request deff healed smthing in me, second of all, since reader is so clingy in this could I maybe request Aizawa HAS to go back to work at UA so reader comes along with him? I know I technically asked for this before but I want it with the younger version if that’s okay >__< -🐶

Aizawa x Child Reader

I’ll Protect You Pt.2

After some time of getting the reader used to being in public with him at the insistence of the reader’s therapist, he knew he’d have to go back to work

Takes the reader to a cat cafe so they get used to being in public. The reader plays with the cats and eats their food, and afterwards, Aizawa explains that they’ll be going to work with him

He takes the reader to the store and lets them pick out stationary like pens, pencils, notebooks etc. he definitely gets them cat themed stuff like cat erasers and cat shaped sticky notes or a cat themed pencil case.

The reader clings to him or holds his hand the entire time they’re outside

Aizawa gets them a cute cat back pack that they’ll carry their things in at UA

Will likely homeschool them until they’re ready to go to public school. So he gets them math, science, English and history workbooks to do as their schooling and helps them if they need it

Makes lunches for the both of them and brings them with him

Helps them gather all their stuff the night before school and helps them organize their backpack so it isn’t cluttered

They like to get ready with Aizawa so brushing their teeth together and brushing their hair while he does the same

Makes sure the reader buckles their seat belt before he drives off

Since reader is still too scared to be separated, he lets them cling to his pants as he introduces them to his class

His class think it’s adorable how the child is so attached to Aizawa (all the girls coo at how cute you are)

The reader has a backpack filled with snacks and things to do like puzzle books and coloring pages etc.

Sits in the classroom by Aizawa’s legs and does their own homework while he teaches

Snuggles up to Aizawa when he takes naps in the classroom

When introducing the reader to people, they’ll hide their face in his legs or chest if he’s holding them

They like to eat their lunch with him and talk to him or just eat in comfortable silence

They’ll draw pictures for him and he’ll hang them in the faculty lounge by his desk

The reader will take naps under his desk in the faculty lounge when school is over and Aizawa is grading papers

The reader has gotten used to Present Mic and Nemuri but isn’t anywhere near as close to them as they are to Aizawa

When Aizawa is on patrol, they’ll sleep in his bed if they can’t stay up and wait for him

You slowly get used to his students and become friendly towards some of them

Momo Yaoyorozu will have snacks on her or little candies that she’ll give to you, she’ll also help you with your workbooks since she’s smart

Todoroki lets you sit on his lap and color. If you ask him to, he’ll color with you and actually enjoys it. Always asks to take the colored picture to give to his mom seeing as that’s what you do for Aizawa

Bakugou will silently follow you in the halls during lunch and breaks to make sure no one messes with you or scares you *cough*monama*cough*

If you have to go to the bathroom but are too scared to go alone then Momo, Todoroki or Midoriya will gladly walk you to them and wait outside for you

If you draw a picture for a student then they’ll happily keep them

Nedzu sometimes has tea with you and helps tutor you. He has kept and proudly displays all your drawings you made for him

Aizawa won’t admit it but he’s fallen in love with you and sees you as his child. He’ll protect you til the end of time.

Hope you enjoyed this 🐶 anon. I hope it helps.

[animekpopsimp]

Hello! I hope you are doing great :)

I was wondering if you could write a Platonic father Aizawa x daughter reader. Someone broke into their house in the middle of the night and try to kidnapp her.

:))

I'm having a great day! I hope you are as well.

Night had fallen over Japan, and in a particular home, a little girl was fast asleep. (Y/N) Was laying in her bed, hair sprawled across her pillow as she slept. The moonlight shone through her window, illuminating the room slightly. Suddenly, the faint sound of glass breaking reached her ears, causing her to stir slightly. The girl slowly opened her eyes, trying to figure out what the noise was. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes tiredly and she sat up in her bed, staying quiet. Soon after, the sound of very faint footsteps reached her ears.

As soon as it did, the girl began to panic. Her heart beat began to quicken as she tried to figure out what to do. As the sounds got closer, (Y/N) rushed out of bed and ran to her closet. Being as quiet as possible, the little girl opened the door and stuffed herself as far into the corner as she would fit. She then closed the door again, shrouding herself in darkness. Sitting there, (Y/N) did her best to steady her breathing as the footsteps got closer before stopping. A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment before it was broken by her bedroom door being pushed open. The little girl's eyes went wide as she stayed completely still, watching as two figures entered the room. They made their way over to the bed, stopping in front of it.

"The brat isn't here" a voice spoke,

"she has to be, keep looking" the second replied, sounding annoyed. Then, they started walking toward the closet, making (Y/N) panic. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a blanket, and threw it over herself, hoping they wouldn't notice. A moment later, the closet door was opened and one of the men looked inside. (Y/N) could feel his eyes on the spot she was hidden in, she could only hope he wouldn't find her. The man's gaze remained on the corner of the closet for a moment before he turned back and called out to the other man.

"There's no one here." He spoke, closing the closet door rather forcefully. He turned and began walking away, but the force of the door being shut knocked one of (Y/N)'s toys off of the shelf. It fell, hitting the little girl in the leg. She almost cried out, but managed to stay quiet, so she waited as the men left the room. She felt relief when they were gone, but she could still hear them downstairs. Throwing the blanket off of her, (Y/N) quietly opened the closet door and got out, the room was left untouched for the most part. Suddenly, she was once again startled by more loud noises coming from downstairs. There was shouting and sirens. (Y/N) froze until her father's figure appeared in the doorway. Aizawa ran over to the little girl, pulling his daughter into a hug as tightly as he could. (Y/N) Felt a wave of relief wash over her as she rested in her father's arms..

[kywaslost]

Nightmares - Aizawa Shouta

A/N: There was a time when I tried to write for everyone on my masterlists. I don’t remember if I actually finished it or not, but I’m gonna try again since I’ve been working on requests for so long. I spin a wheel to choose which character, then spin another wheel to tell me what prompt theme I should go for. Today’s theme is nightmares with Aizawa. Here we go!

Prompt/s Used: A being so upset from their nightmare that they throw up

Warning/s: vomit, description of vomiting

It had been an extremely exhausting past 8 hours, and by the time you had returned from patrol with Aizawa, both having showered and eaten, the two of you were ready to call it a night. You lay beside each other under the blankets, enjoying the peacefulness that was the presence of each other. You were wrapped in Aizawa’s arms, pressed against his chest as you slowly began to fall asleep. 

Somewhere between the late hours of the night the both of you had fallen asleep. You had rolled over in your sleep, back against Aizawa’s chest. He unconsciously wrapped an arm around your hips, the other resting under your head. Shouta was a light sleeper and woke up to every movement you made in the night. So when you began moving more than usual, he stirred awake.

“Y/N/N, you ok?” he grumbled deeply, taking a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he noticed the struggling expressions you were making, and the way you gripped the blanket tightly worried him. He sat up on his elbow, using the hand that was on your hip to shake you gently. “Hey, love, wake up.”

You bolted upright with a gasp, immediately choking on the sudden intake of air. You were trembling more than Aizawa had ever seen, and were struggling to take in a solid breath. The pro placed a hand on your back, rubbing smooth circles between your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. “Sh, you’re alright. It was just a nightmare.”

You couldn’t seem to calm down and began coughing harshly. You were so scared. Your chest hurt, you kept choking on air, and you felt extremely sick to your stomach. You could feel the bile rising in your throat, and didn’t have enough time to warn Aizawa before hiccuping, vomit spilling down your chin and nightshirt. You began to cry harder, now both scared and embarrassed.

Aizawa jumped out of bed and onto his feet, careful not to jostle you too much. “Ok, it’s ok.” He heard you gag and rushed to grab the nearest container, which happened to be the small trash can you kept in the room by the dresser. He ran to grab it, then placed it in your lap as you heaved the rest of the contents of your stomach into the bin. Aizawa felt miserable knowing the only thing he could do to help you is sit with you until this was all over. 

You cried as you lifted your head from the bin, glossy eyes turning to the man beside you. “I’m sorry.”

“Honey don’t be sorry,” Aizawa cooed. “Never be sorry.” He ran a hand up and down your back, looking over you worriedly. “Do you feel like you may still get sick?” You shook your head, looking down to see the mess you’ve made all over yourself and the bed. “Y/N don’t worry about it.” Aizawa moved the trash bin off of your lap and onto the bed. “I’ll clean it up while you take a shower.”

After cleaning yourself and changing into a warm set of nightclothes Aizawa had set out for you, you entered your bedroom to see that your lover had changed the bedding, cracked the window, and lit your favorite candle. Said man was already under the covers, book in hand as he waited for you. You crawled in beside him, snuggling into his side and resting your head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your head.

“That must have been a nasty nightmare,” Shouta said quietly. “I know you have them often, but I’ve never seen one make you sick before.”

“They never have,” you whispered. “I don’t want to talk about it, if that’s ok.”

“Of course.” Aizawa rested his head on top of yours. “Do you think you can fall back asleep?” You shook your head almost immediately. “Alright, that’s ok. I can read to you, if you’d like.”

“Please?” Aizawa pecked the top of your head again, then picked up the book in his lap. “Sho?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” You cuddled even deeper into his side. “For everything.”

“Anything for you, love.”

[thehusbandoden]

Night Terror -Father!Aizawa Shota x Daughter!Reader **Platonic**

Genre: fluff/comfortable \\ wc: 201 \\ posted: 12/18/2023 \\ requested

Summary:

You have a night terror and pee the bed.

You were jolted away by a gentle hand shaking your my shoulder. Gasping, you sit up to see Aizawa anxiously watching you.

"Are you alright princess?" He murmured, his voice low and comforting.

You continued to pant heavily. Your adoptive father sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Another night terror?" He asked.

You nodded, moving your heavy comforted off of you. That's when you noticed the warm puddle in-between your legs..

You groaned, looking down in embarrassment.

"It's alright, y/n. Don't worry about it." Aizawa soothed, helping you up.

"Why don't you go shower? I'll clean this up." He murmured, kissing your forehead.

"A-are you sure..?"

"Of course. Go on, princess."

You nodded, grabbing some clothes out of your dresser. Before you left the room Aizawa called you back.

"Oh, and y/n? Remember.. you're safe with me."

"Thanks dad.." you smile, heading into the bathroom.

After a quick shower you nervously looked for your adoptive father.

You found him in the kitchen, making you a snack.

"Hey sweetheart. How you feeling?" Aizawa smiled fondly, hugging you sweetly.

"Much better." You sigh, hugging him back.

"I'm always here if you want to talk about it."

"Thanks dad.. I'll keep that in mind."

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[dragonlady-writes]

I'm Safe With You

Scenario: After being rescued from being kidnapped by a villain, you finally get to have a moment to relax in a safe place. However, you still feel trapped in their grasp, like any moment it could happen again. It takes the tender and gentle touch of you partner, lover, and friend, Shota Aizawa, to bring you back to peace.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Her Pleasure, Oral, Fingering

Triggers: Mention of kidnapping and gun violence

Smut starts at the red line.

Your home was still an active crime scene. You stood in your boyfriend's shower trying not to relive the horrifying event in your head. You focus on the burning hot water, pouring over your shoulders, the loud sound of water flowing through the pipes and hitting the tub floor. Yet, this was the first time you were alone since your rescue.

You could still feel that villain's gun against your temple. Their piercing eyes staring down at you like you were barely human. You could still count the seconds when they would pull the trigger and it would all be over. Suddenly, the shower's steam felt suffocating as you tried to take a deep breath. The more you forced down the memory of your near-death experience, the more real it felt. You had always prided yourself on your ability to be positive no matter what and to smile in the darkness.

But when you forced a smile on your face, it was like a thousand tons were added. For the first time in your life, it hurt to smile.

"It's okay," you whispered to yourself, "you're safe now."

The words offered a fleeting comfort, but they were not enough. These emotions were spiralling out of control and you threatened to lose yourself.

You didn't know when the tears started falling, but once you noticed them, you couldn't stop them anymore.

There was a knock on the door that pulled your attention. You flinched before straightening up and wiping your eyes.

"I brought clothes for you," Aizawa's voice called from the other side of the door, "Can I come in?"

"Y-Yeah," you called back, trying to stop your voice from shaking.

You heard the door open and forced yourself to quiet down your tears. When you were taken from your home, the first one who came running to your rescue was your partner, Shota Aizawa. The two of you were co-workers initially at U.A. High School. You both fell in love after only a few dates together. Your friends always teased that a wedding was around the corner. You never had a partner like Shota before. Most men loved to show off how great they were with big romantic gestures and loud declarations. Shota was quiet and reserved, but no less loving. He was always the first to notice when you wanted something even before you realized you wanted it. He could read your needs based off your mannerisms and always took care of them. Every morning, there was a gift of your favorite coffee order on your desk or a note asking you to have lunch with him later. So, in your most vulnerable moment, you knew he was going to notice and he was going to worry.

"I left them by the sink for you," he said.

You tried to respond with an 'okay' but felt your voice crack. His silhouette turned to look at you and you knew he heard it.

"Thank you, love," you said with a tight voice.

He was quiet for a long moment, making it harder to hold yourself together. You didn't want to hide these feelings from him, but how could you burden him with this pain? You already knew he blamed himself for letting you get taken in the first place. You didn't want to add to his burden because you cared about him.

"You've been in there for a while," he said, "Are you ready to come out?"

You felt a sniffle break out and you hung your head in shame. You turned off the shower head, knowing it wouldn't hide your suffering any longer. You never liked to burden others with your struggles. Maybe it was a bad response cemented into you or a learned coping skill you developed, but you always wanted to put others first. Aizawa never let you do that with him. Since the beginning of your relationship, he always had you speak your mind to him. He ensured you were taking care of yourself before asking anything of you. You both cherished each other.

You slowly pulled the curtain screen back and stepped out the shower. He stood in front of you with a towel opened for you. As soon as you were within his grasp, he placed the warm towel around you and embraced you. You wrapped your arms around him as you buried your face into his cotton shirt. The lavender scent of freshly washed clothes pulled you deeper into him as the nightmare was pushed back. His muscled arms gripped you tightly as they held you against him. For a moment, you could feel he was trembling before his hands tightened around your waist in reassurance. You couldn't stop the tears as you felt your walls melt away.

"I thought I was going to die," you said through tears, "I didn't want to leave you."

You heard his breathing hitch as he buried his face into your neck.

"I'm sorry Y/N," he said, his voice breaking, "If I'd accepted your call faster-"

"No," you said quickly, "No, Shota, you saved me. It's because of you I'm still alive. Please... don't blame yourself."

Your hands went up to his head and cupped his face. You pulled him up slowly to look into his eyes. His black eyes stared down at you between tears. They were like delicate glass about to spill over with water; his eyes held so much pain and regret. He'd been holding back his own fears just the same for your sake.

"I love you Shota," you said with tears in your eyes and a warm smile on your face.

His hand rested over yours and wrapped his fingers around it. He placed a warm kiss on the back of your hand, "I love you too."

He pulled you closer to him and leaned into you. You tilted your head up and kissed him, slow, tender, and filled with need. You loved him with your entire being. Your whole heart belonged to him. Your kiss was filled with every bit of love you held for him. His hand went to the back of your neck as he drank in your kiss as if it was the last kiss he would ever receive.

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You pulled back a moment to breathe before diving back in. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands traveled down your sides. The towel fell as he lifted you by your thighs around him. He supported you as if you weighed like a feather, not daring to break from your kiss.

He carried you out of the restroom, still dripping wet, towards his bedroom. Your eyes were closed as you focused on the touch of his lips against yours, the warmth of his hands that gripped into your thighs, and the sound of his soft grunt as he carried you. You were caught off guard by the sudden sensation of falling into a fluffy bed. Your heart was racing as you gazed up at him.

He pulled his black long sleeve over his head and revealed his toned, strong chest. No matter how many times you saw him naked, the sight of his bare chest always filled you with wanting. You felt your legs naturally want to part and let him have his way. He gazed down at you, eyes filled with desire as they trailed over your figure. His fingers lightly pushed your knees apart as he crawled between them.

"Is this okay?" he asked as he gazed down at you.

He cupped your face with a tender hand as his eyes were filled with love. You smiled up at him as you turned your head to kiss his wrist.

"I'm safe with you," you whisper to him.

You watched the expression on his face soften. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips before lowering to your jaw. To your chest. Then stopping between your breasts as he placed his lips against the soft skin.

A small moan escaped your lips which only encouraged him to leave small marks on the skin. Yet, unknown to you, it was a distraction from his other hand. It held up your knee before resting it over his shoulder. As you melted to the kisses at your breast, you were shocked as his fingers traced between the walls between your thighs.

"Shota..." you couldn't hold back the moan in your voice as his fingers held you open.

"Shh, just relax," he coaxed as his lips found your nipple.

His finger slipped inside of you and stroked over the sensitive skin. You could barely contain yourself as he touched you perfectly. He always touched you perfectly. He knew your body better than you did as you were enthralled by him. With your leg raised above, it gave him the perfect angle to reach your most sensitive spot. You couldn't hold back the moans that escaped you. Your hand reached down to hold onto his hair, but his other hand stopped you. Instead, he placed your hand over your breast as he lowered himself further.

"Keep yourself busy, sweetheart," he purred as he kneeled down.

You rolled your head back as your fingers traced over your breasts, circling around your nipples to please them. His hands gripped your thighs and lifted them above his head. Then with little warning, his soft tongue stroked over your pearl, the stubble of his beard tickling between your legs.

Your back arched as the tension in your body built up. You could feel yourself about to reach a climax as his tongue and lips devoured you. His fingers picked up their pace as he felt you tighten around them.

"Shota I'm-" you struggled to get out words as you felt all of your muscles grow tight around your thighs.

"Don't keep me waiting," he said, "Let it all out."

It didn't take much more for your body to release. You came over his fingers as your muscles all let go at once along with the stress and the pain. In place of it was pure bliss and love. The memory of today's horror felt so far away in comparison to that feeling. There was no fear, no pain. Only the love that you held for Shota and the love he held for you.

You barely could catch your breath as he moved onto the bed and pulled you over his chest. You could hear his heart racing as he rested your head against it, holding you steady in his arms. His hand stroked your bare back as your body trembled from pleasure. He tilted up your chin to gaze at your face and smiled as he saw yours. Your eyes fluttered up to meet his to see the relief and joy in his eyes.

"You're my everything," he said sweetly, placing a warm kiss on your forehead, "And I'll stop at nothing to save you. I promise."