#cute aizawa shouta imagine

[m1sa22aman3]

If you don’t think Aizawa would adopt a older cat that nobody else would take home because he wants to let it live the rest of its life outside of a cage you’re wrong btw (especially if it’s black because of the superstition)

[onesmolbean49]

Dads enjoying the winter weather + tiny Izuku.

[usopps-goggles]

Mha Boys When You Sleep Over For The First Time

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Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki,Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouta Aizawa, ————————————————————————————

I.Midoriya: Honestly poor boy would be so nervous he barely could achieve sleep, expect a lot of him asking you if you need anything “are you cold? do you need another blanket? are you sure you wanna be this close?”. . . yeah you’re in for a long night.

K.Bakugo: Starts out farthest away as possible from you claiming he didn’t even want you over to begin with, but… gradually as the night progresses he inches closer unbeknownst to you. you wake up the next morning practically capsuled in his arms, the boy actually looking peaceful for once as he slept.

S.Todoroki: Hesitant at first, offers to take the couch multiple times before eventually giving up as you two climb into bed, is kinda awkward but relaxes gradually as his arm drapes loosely around your neck resting on your collarbone. definitely a back sleeper, you feel comforted by his. slow and paced breathing as you drift off.

D.Kaminari: Is practically bursting at the seems with excitement, can’t help but imagine lewd things that might go down with you sharing a bed, has unmistakable disappointment when he realizes there would be no… suggestive activities. is still ecstatic to be this close to you, accidentally shocks you once during the night because he was so excited…

E.Kirishima: Probably the chillest about it, pampers you and makes sure you have everything you need (because chivalry is manly he says). cuddles galore! lets you play with his hair while it’s down, lacking any product. you braid and put cute little barrettes in it. definitely is a snorer, as well as the one who moves all over the map in their sleep.

K.Takami: Hawks is over the moon on the inside but acts nonchalantly, definitely has a big ass double king size bed for his wings loaded up with pillows, snacks right before bed, you don’t know how but you’ll randomly find a feather or two smushed between some pillows. he’s a stomach sleeper curtesy of his wings, unknowingly drapes a wing around you in his sleep, you wake up to him snoring face down in the pillows.

S.Aizawa: Definitely is out cold once he hits the pillow, is already tired as is throughout the day, so once his head is graced with the luxury of a mattress he.is.gone. on days where he’s not as tired he’ll ask for massage, which you happily oblige to, your fingers working out the stress built up from teaching and being a hero. his worries slip away when he’s with you and there’s nothing he loves more than a night where he’s falling asleep in your arms, his mattress having the extra weight of his lover accompanying him.

[splishfish]

︵‿︵‿୨♡Be Mine!♡୧‿︵‿︵

♡Summary: How MHA men make you theirs!

♡Characters: Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Keigo Takami, Aizawa Shouta

♡WC: 1.3k

♡A/N: Pure Fluff, Happy Valentines Day!!

❥ Tomura Shigaraki

If you’re not already Tomura’s lover, you’ll bet your ass he’s gonna spend all day getting there. The moment you wake up, you find a poorly written letter under your door, someone having slit it under the crack of under your door during the night. The letter had blunt yet cute advances written on it, your favorite being… ‘You’re so pretty, and out of everyone here, you’re the most useful one.’

It was very obvious who sent you the letter, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t find it adorable. Just imagining your boss staying up at night to write you a love letter had your cheeks hurting from the giddy smile on your face.

But it didn’t end there. Throughout the day, he had even become more vocal. Every passing glance or conversation, he tried to discreetly compliment you. Of course, it wasn’t discreet at all.

’You smell good today.’ ‘You did really good on that last mission…uh, you look good too.’ ‘Your hair is…pretty. Looks good…today.’

He was oh so sweet, his red eyes landing on you whenever he thought you weren’t looking, his eyes lidded with affection as he watched you interact with everyone. It was nearing night when he finally pulled you aside, scratching his neck as he stared at you, his expression far softer than you’ve ever seen before…

The chilly air pricked at your skin as Tomura dragged you out of the bar and away from everyone else, his excuse being ‘It’s regarding your last mission’...sure. It wasn’t until he turned around to face you, damaged nails idly scratching his neck as his lips pulled into a nervous pout. He grunted as he spoke bluntly.

“It’s Valentine's day.” “Well, it’s the end of Valentin-”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s Valentine's day…So be mine.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

❥ Dabi

Dabi is far less shy about his advances, but he isn’t blunt about it either. Like Tomura, he’s gonna spend the whole day leading up to his confession, starting with handing you a mug of hot chocolate. It was sweet, a little too sweet in your opinion, but it was so easy to look past it the moment you saw his blue eyes glance in your direction for even the smallest semblance of approval.

He stays close to you throughout the day, sliding into the chair next to you at the bar and making idle chatter, plopping himself down on the empty space of the couch besides you and boldly throwing his arm around your shoulders. He even tugs you a little closer despite avoiding eye contact the whole time <3

Typically so confident and arrogant, it nearly gives you whiplash when he starts telling you such sweet compliments and comments with the most nervous and uneven tone. Really, it damn near makes you giggle whenever he starts, but you’re pretty sure he’d burn you into a crisp, no matter his feelings for you.

’You got pretty eyes…keep ‘em on me…?’ ‘You uh…you look good in that outfit…really good.’ ‘You’re cold…i’ll heat you up…if you uh…c’mere…?’

By the time Dabi even asks you to be his Valentine, it’s already past midnight, well past the appropriate time to confess, but it was never his goal to make you his Valentine. No, he wanted you to be his, entirely, and forever. That's why he forced you to stay up, drinks in hand as you both sat in a comfortable silence.

The amber glow of the bar created a warm air around you both, the silence making way for the soft breathing you two shared. His scarred hand held onto an old fashioned bourbon, swirling it as he stared ahead into the wall of drinks. A glass of your preferred drink was sitting idle next to your hand, your eyes lidded as a wave of exhaustion slowly overtook you. It was only when he spoke that you tried to force your eyes to open again.

“Hey.” “Hm?” “You’re all mine, y’know that?”

“Mhm…”

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❥ Shouta Aizawa

Shouta was never one to be ‘sweet’. He’s blunt and apathetic, and he finds the concept of valentines day, to be blunt, stupid. Why should there be a day to show your love for someone, when you could do that any other day of the week? What makes Valentines day so special?

…is what he thought until he met you. Truly, if his past self had met himself now, he was sure he’d try to slap himself straight. Now, however, you had entered his life, ruining all his previous thoughts and theories. Now, he found himself with a handful of your favorite flowers wrapped so pretty, and a heart shaped box of chocolates in his other hand.

Shouta isn’t a shy man, he never has been. So when he makes his way to your apartment this beautiful Valentine's evening, he finds it hard to believe that as he balls his fist to knock on your door, he’s clenching his fist so tightly his knuckles have turned white. He could feel his palms begin to form beads of sweat, and his brows furrow as he takes a deep breath, eyes locking onto yours instantly as you opened the door.

’I got these for you…you told me you liked these flowers a while back…’ ‘I also got these chocolates…they uh…only sold them in these boxes..’ ‘Can I…come inside?’

And when he steps foot into your home, he finally relaxes, finding himself far more comfortable knowing that this was going well. He doesn’t even notice how late it is hours later, the sun slowly lowering past the horizon, causing a pink colored hue to grace the sky. He thinks to himself that now, now is the time.

You sat across from him at your dinner table, your face sore from smiling, his blunt nature far more humorous than intimidating. You don’t even notice the way he’s staring at you until he taps his index finger on the table three times, discreetly calling for your attention. It startles you when your eyes meet, a small smile gracing his typically blank face, and his eyes soft as he murmured.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Huh..? Oh, thank you…” “Yeah…I’m glad I spent today with you.”

“Y-Yeah…me too!”

“We could do this more often, if you were mine.”

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❥ Keigo Takami

Keigo is bold, that's for sure. He’s not shy about pursuing you, especially during Valentine's day. Your day starts with a burrage of knocks on your door, rustling of feathers just barely audible through the wood. When you open the door, you’re greeted with a wide smile and golden eyes before suddenly a bouquet of flowers is shoved into your face.

And that's not all! No, Keigo takes Valentine's day very seriously. He gently shoves you further into your apartment before plopping you down onto your own couch, his wings fluffed up as sprinted back to your front door. When he comes back, he returns with chocolates, a stuffed toy of your favorite animal, and…a limited edition plushie of himself.

He hands it all to you, sitting down besides you before quickly slinging his arm over you, tugging you closer. Keigo’s not shy about his affection at all, but its no surprise to you. He was always affectionate, always so flirty and casual, you honestly didn’t think much of it until his words began to linger in your brain.

’You’re so pretty y’know? Why don’t you got a partner yet huh? You waitin’ for me?’ ‘Oh c’mon, you know you’re the only one I’m like this with right?’ ‘Hey, you’ll be my Valentines right? I’m already here after all!’

Maybe it was just you, but he felt much more clingy today. His hand holding yours tightly, his wing wrapping around you like a makeshift blanket, and his head leaning against yours affectionately. Now, what was weirder was the chirping he seemed to be letting out, small tweets of affection leaving him. Maybe it was all in your head, but that was quickly thrown out the window as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Wh-? What was that for?”

“What, I can't kiss my lover~?”

“LOVER??”

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[xothatnerdykid]

say yes to heaven (say yes to me)

Aizawa finds out you have a crush on him. Fluffy, slightly suggestive Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x reader drabble. Slight age gap, teaching assistant!reader. 1,937 words.

"You know Y/N has a crush on you, right?"

You nearly choke at that, freezing up against the wall. You had been taking a phone call outside the faculty lounge when you overheard Yamada and Aizawa make their way inside, oblivious to your presence. 

"I thought I told you to drop it already, Hizashi," Aizawa grunts.

"Wait, you know?" A third voice, Nemuri, asks incredulously, followed by a noise that sounds suspiciously like Aizawa elbowing Yamada mid-laugh.

You feel your face heat up, mortified at their discussion. Of course Aizawa knew you had feelings for him, you all but slap yourself. How could he not when you clam up and turn into a stuttering mess whenever he’s around? 

You're well aware that plenty of the girls of Class 1-A (and even 1-B) harbor a not-so-secret crush on their sensei, and you're embarrassed to admit that you're not much better. You're always suddenly breathless and flustered to be near him.

Always a little too eager to help during training or classes. Always tripping over your words whenever he spoke to you. He must have tried to brush it off at first, but it just kept happening too many times for him to ignore.

"The only thing I know," Aizawa answers gruffly, "Is that this conversation is bordering on entirely inappropriate."

"What? Why? It's not like she's a student here or anything," Yamada retorts.

"She was, just a few years ago."

"Yeah, and now she's my teaching assistant," Nemuri counters.

But you can practically see Aizawa shake his head. "See? Same difference."

"Oh, lighten up! So you have a bit of an age gap—"

"I wouldn't call 8 years a bit of an age gap, Hizashi."

"Who cares about that? I think she could make you happy, Shouta, and you deserve to be happy."

“Now that I think about it," Nemuri adds. "You two would be good together. You need someone who can make you smile and stop being so serious all the time, and she..." She chuckles playfully. "For some unexpected reason, really likes that about you."

"Don't tell me you haven't at least thought about it?" Yamada teases. “I see the way you look at her, too, you know."

Nemuri squeals, "Just imagine, the two of you being all lovey-dovey. It'd be so cute!"

Your heart catches in your throat, but Aizawa is quick to interject.

"It doesn't matter. None of those things you said matter. To do anything about Y/N's feelings for me would be taking advantage of her."

"Fine," Nemuri huffs. "But the least you can do is talk to the poor girl about it. You can't keep giving her the cold shoulder forever."

There's a beat of silence before Aizawa dejectedly responds, "You’re right.” And you hear the door knob lock behind them.

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You pretend not to notice that Aizawa's awkwardly been standing behind you for almost five minutes now, hoping he'd eventually leave if you looked busy enough typing away on your laptop.

And he almost does, if it wasn't for Midnight and Mic, who you can see out of the corner of your eye, gesturing at him quietly but frantically to go on. 

Your heart races when he clears his throat. "Uh, Y/N, do you have a minute?"

"Um..." You want to say no but can't think of a reason fast enough, so you take your time closing your laptop instead, bracing yourself. "Sure."

You get up from your seat and turn to face him, but neither of you can meet the other's gaze, which just makes everything feel all the more mortifying. 

"I'm aware of...Er, I mean...I apologize if I've seemed a little standoffish lately."

"You mean more than usual?" You smile weakly, trying for a bit of humor.

When you look up, you're surprised to see that his expression is serious but gentle. He almost smiles for a second before he seems to think better of it.

"It's been brought to my attention that you might…” He sighs, then starts over. “If I’ve ever given you the wrong impression, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention. I want you to know that I respect your feelings, but I think it’s best that we maintain a professional relationship."

“Of course! I-I never–You never–Um–" You swallow thickly, feeling your face burn up. “I agree.”

“Good. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us.”

Like it could get any worse? You bite back the retort.

You take a deep breath, attempting to regain your composure, and plaster on another half-hearted smile. “It’s fine. We can move past it.”

He nods, his expression neutral. “Glad to hear that.”

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But you do not, in fact, move past it. At least not for a couple of weeks. 

In the days that follow, you find that you can't shake off the conversation, the way he looked and the vulnerability in his voice lingering in your mind. The hours at work feel longer now that they're filled with lingering silence, heavy with unspoken words and punctuated with stilted conversations.

Even more embarrassing is the fact that everyone seems to know about your unrequited and inappropriate crush now, if they didn’t already. You notice Mic and Midnight's sympathetic glances, and All-Might's whispered concerns.

Their attempts to act normal around you are agonizingly obvious, so you make it a habit to be the first one to leave every afternoon and spend most of your days alone at your table, with your eyes glued to your laptop screen or your nose buried in a mountain of paperwork. 

So how, exactly, did you find yourself in this position? Alone with Shouta in his apartment and sitting in his lap with your fingers tangled in his hair and his tongue practically down your throat?

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Last thing you remembered, you were walking home when he suddenly fell into step beside you.

"Hi," you managed, giving him a weak smile. It must've been the first time you've ever been alone together since the talk. 

"Mind if I join you?" He tilted his head to ask, his hands in his pockets and looking as tired as ever. 

"Not at all," You tried to reply coolly, even though your heart just about dropped to the floor.

A familiar awkward silence fell upon both of you.

You bunched up your skirt in your fists, acutely aware of the way he’s looking at you. His usually stern face seemed almost…unsure. Finally, he broke the silence. "How have you been?”

“Oh, you know…” You waved your hand dismissively. “Just trying to get through each day.”

He nodded solemnly. “Listen, y/n, I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings last time we talked, because that’s the last thing I’d want.”

You shook your head. "No, not at all. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for the position I put you in."

"I just want you to know that...It's not that I don't..." He trailed off meaningfully, his eyes downcast. "I just don't think it would be appropriate or fair to you to pursue anything because...Your feelings for me…they’re not real.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “What?” 

"I understand that you might be confused by...that the dynamics of our relationship might have clouded your judgement and made me seem…”

“Stop.” You level him with a fierce gaze and he does. You do your best to sound firm despite the sting of his words. “It’s one thing for you not to return my feelings. That I can understand. But don’t patronize me by telling me what I do or don’t feel. It’s clear that you think otherwise, but I’m not a child, Shouta.”

Aizawa, surprised by the intensity in your voice, leaned back slightly. He doesn't say anything, which gives you the courage to speak your mind, telling him off before you can think better of it.

“I don’t like you just because you’re older than me or I see you as some sort of authority figure. I like you because you care a lot but pretend you don’t. And it makes me want to get to know you more. I admire your dedication and hard work at being a hero and a teacher here.”

He looked at you thoughtfully for a few moments, then nodded, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he absorbed your words. “You're right. I shouldn't have assumed or tried to define your feelings for you. I apologize."

"Thank you."

"And as long as we’re sharing…” He rolled his sleeves up, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “I don’t think you’re a child, you know. I think you’re intelligent and perfectly competent. In fact, I think you're amazing."

The irritation and hurt you felt just moments ago was quickly chased away by the warmth that spread within you at his surprising admission.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I was hesitant because I didn't want to take advantage of you, given our age gap—"

"It doesn't bother me," you said with newfound confidence, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your boldness.

"But maybe... I've been too cautious."

You tilted your head, smiling up at him softly, sweetly, like you used to. "What do you mean?" You asked even though you already knew, you just wanted to hear him say it.

He ran a hand through his hair again, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous habit, you’ve noticed. "I mean, perhaps I've been so focused on maintaining professional boundaries that it's made me overlook the possibility of a genuine connection between us."

You bit the inside of your cheeks to keep from smiling any wider. "Are you saying...?"

He nodded, a hint of a blush tinting his face. "Would you consider having dinner with me tomorrow?"

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Fast forward to now, hours after dinner and one glass of wine too many, and you’ve somehow managed to muster up the courage to kiss him good night.

It catches him by surprise, but once he leans into it, he doesn’t let you pull away. He responds with an almost bruising eagerness, kissing you again, and again, and again, until you find yourself pressed up against the door of his apartment.

He jams his keys into the doorknob, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

But instead of swinging the door open like you expected, he puts his hand up against it instead, next to your face, and presses his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” he says breathlessly, his eyes screwed shut.

You draw a steadying breath of your own. “Why not?”

“Because,” he drawls in that frustratingly raspy voice of his. The one so low and deep you could practically feel it vibrating against your own chest, echoing off the walls inside of you. “You do something to me…to my self-control…”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?”

He nods.

“Good.” You link your hands around his nape, pulling at some of the hair there, and smile against the crook of his neck. “Then the feeling’s mutual.”

He puts his hands on your waist, gingerly, cautiously. “Doesn’t make it rational.”

You kiss his jaw. ”Why does it need to be rational?” And then his cheek. ”We’re both adults.” And then gently bite his ear, whispering, “Why can’t we let ourselves want what we want?” 

“And are you sure…” He pulls away a little, his eyes still closed and his eyebrows furrowed. “This is what you want?” He finally opens his eyes to search yours, and his are so smoky and dark you feel as though you're falling through the night sky.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, captivated by the intensity in his gaze.

"Yeah," you answer, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. "I'm sure."

His smirk is the last thing you see before your eyelids flutter close and his lips are on yours again. 

He doesn’t waste another moment.

[athanza]

A Time For Us - part 3

Shouta Aizawaxfem!Past-love hero oc (not self-instert)

Plot: Trying to cheer up her teacher, Eri manages to resurrect his long-lost love who died seven years prior while protecting him from a villain.

Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, age difference (both adult), crying, fluff, referenced character death, not canon, romance, alternate universe, if I've missed any let me know! ♡

Warnings: Angst, crying, referenced character death, may tug at your heartstrings (sorry lol). Again, if I've missed anything let me know, I'm still relatively new to fiction writing and tags etc.

This is a non-canon, stand-alone fic but the idea came to me and I had to write it. I hope you enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3

The drive to Aizawa's home was uncomfortably quiet. One of his students, Yaoyorozu, had used her quirk to makr her some clothes to go home in, which touched her. She hadn't even met any of his students, and yet she already knew he had done a wonderful job as their teacher. She didn't expect him to go into teaching, but it didn't surprise her that he was doing so well at it.

The silence was so stifling it was shrinking her. Neither of them knew what to say, not that they had the courage to speak. But she needed to say something, anything.

"I'm sorry." Said Aizawa, just as she opened her mouth to speak. He didn't know why it was so hard to get words out.

She looked at him, a little surprised. Finally, a proper word from him other than just relaying information or talking about the technicalities of what happened. She knew what he meant by it.

"You don't have to be." She replied. "This is a unique and difficult situation. It takes time to process."

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his heart was in his throat. He knew she was upset with how he was acting, and she was right to be, and yet she was still so understanding.

"No." He said. "I've been distant. It's hurting you. I just-"

"I know." She smiled.

They pulled into UA and arrived at his teachers unit on campus. He opened the door to the cozy unit and she was met immediately by several cats.

"That's...a lot of cats." Saiyu chuckled, kneeling down to greet the ones that came up to her, her eyes lighting up the way they always used to when she'd see a cute animal.

"That's Sushi, Nigiri, and Sashimi."

"So cute!" She giggled as they brushed against her legs.

He couldn't help but let out a smile, he'd missed her laugh, and her smile. He'd missed them so much. Despite the events of the last few days, this was the first moment where he didn't feel so heavy.

She stood up, cradling sushi in her arms as he purred loudly. She wasn't surprised one bit that he still loved cats, he always did, especially when they were younger.

Then she spotted a photo on a shelf in the living area and she walked over and picked it up. It was from their graduation. Shouta, Hizashi, and herself. She had to convince him to shave and let her brush his hair that morning because he was just going to show up in the same thing he always wore and she wasn't having it. She smiled at the memory of his grumpy face as she combed the knots out.

"This is our graduation Shouta! You gotta look your best!"

"I'm only doing this for you." He replied, arms crossed. He looked like a scruffy cat, mad at being at the groomers.

"This was a good day." She said as he walked over to her by the shelf. "And you even look somewhat happy, a miracle." She joked.

"We'd been looking forward to that day for years."

"Hizashi was so excited, he was even louder than usual."

Shouta chuckled and she smiled again, she needed to hear that. Sushi snoozed in her arms and it calmed her for the conversation she knew they were about to have.

"Shouta, I don't know what you've been through the last seven years, but I can imagine."

Shouta tensed up a little.

"If I ever lost you I-" she continued. "...I would feel so utterly broken and lost. This is such a messed up situation, and I know you may not know what to say or how to say it, but tell me we can get through this? Please? I don't want to be brought back just to lose you."

He just had to force the words out. "I'm just-" come on... "I'm just so scared."

A look of sympathy and confusion washed over her face. "Of what?"

Come on. "...of losing you again." The flood gates were open now. Now he couldn't stop the words from flowing. "I can't. I can't go through that pain again. Enough of me is already so broken. If I lost you a second time, I think I'd finally fall apart."

"Shouta," she gently put Sushi down on the couch and he stretched and went back to sleep. "Who else gets a second chance like this? Everything we had was ended in one fight, and yes, I was gone for a long time, but I'm back. I'm back, and I'm never going to leave you again. We can still be happy."

His breath hitched as he struggled to hold the tears back, but she wrapped her arms around him and held him close, feeling his stubble on her forehead and his heartbeat against her own chest. He held her back tightly, as if she'd disappear if he let go.

"You're right." He said. "I'm sorry."

"Fear can be paralysing. Don't let it control you like you have in the past. You told me that day at graduation that you wouldn't from then on, remember?"

"I just...I've missed you so much."

"It's ok." She replied softly. "I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."

"Thank you Eri. Thank you so much." He thought as a tear escaped, leaving a dark spot on her shirt where it fell.

To be continued...♡

...

Sorry this part is so short 'xD I didn't know how to segue into the next bit without it being a little jarring lol. Part 4 coming soon! ♡

[pinkteethmarks]

just saw the valentines event ooo

aizawa with “can’t get you” by jaehyun 💗

a million times yes!! (btw this song is so fucking good omg) gosh lowkey had fun writing this but wtv, i hope you like it, sorry it’s quite long �� (2.4k words…) but yeah! gender neutral pronouns and no mention of any anatomy or anything like that. reader is hella cheery and giggly. mention of age gap and mention of hawks bc i love him. i use first names for everyone bc like idk makes it more intimate (maybe im crazy idk). fluff only, lots of mentions of aizawa being old(and one all might old joke) (also implied all might x inko sos thought it was funny)i think that’s it, if you really don’t like this or wasn’t really what you thought it was don’t hesitate to tell me and i will happily rewrite! just put it in the requests so i can see it ❤️ thank you for this again!!!

can’t get you; shouto aizawa

in which this old man cannot stop fawning over you and your glow, you’re stuck on his mind and etched into his soul - thank goodness his friends can help him finally confess.

glimmering rays peaked through class 2A’s windows, the summer heat circulating through the room making the students and their teacher groggy alike. the petals of cherry blossoms could be caught wafting around aimlessly, as if looking for a host to reside on. the chirps from the birds indicated that it was an early morning, their melodies playing a symphony for U.A.

shouta wanted so badly to crawl into his sleeping bag, but he knew that he, at least, had to get through one lesson before rewarding his fatigued body.

“the science behind your quirks is very important for executing them, for instance, someone like-“

a knock from the door interrupted him, he looked from his position into the sliver of glass in the door, only to see you.

shouta freezed up at your appearance, why were you are his door? is this it? are you coming here because you feel the same way he does? does he smell? do his classmates smell?

as his head filled with uncharacteristically ridiculous notions, you had already opened the door, saying a quick hi to his students, you were always cheerful like that, never failing to flash a smile and a wave to anyone.

that smile has been ingrained into his being, if you were to rip out his heart and dissect it, the matter of his soul would be like a mosaic of you, fragments your of that included your smile, your eyes, your cute yet hard to miss laugh. shouta’s mind was a documentary about you, one that he binged religiously in hopes of reliving his desire to be with you, even if it’s only for a minute, even if it’s only a figment of his imagination.

“-outa? hello, did you hear me?” you laughed, snapping him out of his daily programmed thoughts of you.

“h-huh? y-yeah sorry, what did you say?” shouta slightly stuttered, a small blush on his cheeks which he hide as he turned his head away in embarrassment.

i mean, for god sakes he was damn near forty and was blushing heavily because you were standing a little too close for comfort. he’s acting like he’s 16 again, but even then, he never acted like this around anyone else.

you really were special to him.

“i was just asking if i could take some paper for 3A, we’re doing a mind map project!” you asked, already making your way to his drawers on the side - you knew shouta would say yes, he’s never said no to you.

“yeah sure, do what you want. you baby that class too much though, they should be patrolling.” shouta feigned nonchalance, even though he would run the ends of the earth just to give you anything you’ve ever wanted.

“oh stop! i want them to be comfortable with their identity as a hero first before going onto the streets.” you giggled, a wad of A3 sheets in your arms now.

“you damn hippie, by the time they get onto the streets, they’ll be too lazy to do anything.” shouta sighed, while he respected you as a teacher and the love of his life with an ethereal face, gorgeous body and flamboyant personality that contrasts his doom and gloom, he truly was worried of the third years not understanding the importance of patrolling with you prolonging it.

“it’s not like they’ve never patrolled, i still make them do it once a week. it’s just, an incident happened with one of the students which made them lose their confidence in their skills. so i’m making them do a self love mind map!” you beamed.

shouta starred at you, amazed at your emotional intelligence and your ability to make everyone feel better within seconds. maybe that was your quirk, being the face of positivity and making old men become love sick fools that would kiss your feet.

“wow y/n! you’re so cool!” ashido laughed out.

“we never get to do anything like that!” grumbled denki.

“literally all we do it’s train.” hanta sighed

“i wanna be as positive as you when im a hero!” izuku called out.

“silly, you guys already are hero’s!” you giggled.

“stop making this so positive, they’ll get complacent and think that this is the peak of hero life.” shouta grumbled, pretending that your radiance wasn’t the reason he fell for you in the first place.

“you grumpy old man! anyways, i need to go before my class starts causing mayhem, bye 2A, bye shouta.” you smiled before leaving the class, shouta’s eyes never once leaving you as you walked away.

his heart was beating faster than ever before, his hands became clammy as hell- fuck, was it that hot in here? he’s now tugging on the cloth around his neck.

“sir, you’re blushing like crazy.” denki giggles, causing the class to start laughing at their teacher.

shouta turns more red in response, rolling his eyes to cover his embarrassment but his students could see right through them.

“shut up y/n- wait, i mean-“ sadly, after he said that, it was over for him.

the class’s laughter rose to volumes even present mic couldn’t reach, with a mixture of whistling and ‘oooh’s thrown in to further taunt him.

“quiet down.” shouta used to his quirk, his eyes turning red and his hair flying around.

the class immediately quieted down, they know that shouta was not the one to be played with.

shouta, kayama, yagi and yamada sat in the staff room, the three of them joking about whatever nonsense their kids were up to while shouta stayed listening, pretending to annoyed by the chatter while a small smile rested on his face.

“-and then, out of no where, young bakugou punches young midoriya, and i was just shocked because where the hell did he even come from?!” yagi’s face looked dripped in stress as he told this story, kayama and yamada laughing along heartily while shouta chuckled softly as he remembered that story.

“lord, class 2A sure is something! i honestly thought something naughty was going on between them.” kayama smirks as she says that.

“dude what, they literally go at each other heads all the time! ever since they came back from summer holidays, izuku has been hurling back all of katsuki’s insults!” yamada rebutted.

“enemies to lovers, bully to lovers and rivals to lovers is all im hearing right now!” kayama says in a sing-song tone.

“trust me, if you want something that may happen, you should look between young uraraka and young midoriya” yagi says with a lower tone.

they all (minus shouta whose been knowing this would happen) gasped.

“you guys haven’t noticed? izuku always starts blushing like hell and stuttering anytime ochako comes around him.” shouta adds on.

“i’ve never noticed it!” kayama says disappointedly.

“it’s hilarious, she could come up and say hi and he freezes up while looking down at his work or some shit.” shouta laughs.

“who freezes up?” you came out of nowhere.

shouta freezes up again, it’s honestly like he can’t escape you from both his mind and real life.

a pink dust starts sprinkling itself on his cheeks as he looks straight ahead, not trusting himself to look at your beautiful face without having a full on panic attack.

“u-um we were just talking about izuku and ochako.” shouta mutters while leaning back in his chair, pretending he was simply relaxing instead of panicking over you speaking to him.

yagi, yamada and kayama all look at each other before starring between the two of you, looking at shouta suspiciously with his sudden ‘wannabe cool boy’ demeanour.

“oh! not to be a gossip but you wouldn’t believe the things i’ve heard about them.” you giggled, talking a seat. next to shouta.

you were so close, your mouth was practically next to your ear (you were not that close, he’s just imagining things).

“well you better spill!” yamada cackled.

“you’re so loud.” shouta rolled his eyes.

“i think it’s nice how loud he is, no room for confusion!” you smiled, there you go again, making the best out of everything.

shouta looked at you, smiling at you as you spoke about how you heard about some party and izuku taking ochako somewhere or whatever, he really didn’t care for that, seeing you speak with so much passion, joy and compassion really just made him fall in love with you even more.

“but who knows?” you innocently say as if you didn’t drop the biggest development for the izuocha-teacher-movement.

“young midoriya has game!” yagi laughed

“you’re an old man, respect yourself.” shouta replied.

“he’s right though, i didn’t know he had it in him to make a move at a party nonetheless!” kamaya smiled.

“well anyways, i really want to try this lunch place, will anyone come with me?” you asked.

“i will.” shouta said almost immediately which didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“are you sure? it’s quite far and i don’t have my car so you would have to drive.” you mentioned, knowing that shouta was lazy as hell. getting him to do a task not listed in his job requirements usually needs an army.

“it’s fine, i’ll go anywhere with you.” shouta spoke softly, causing everyone, including you, to look at him skeptically.

“shit, as in, well- i just meant that uh…” shouta fumbled over his words, his face turning even redder than before. he truly believes this is karma for making fun of izuku.

“alright honey, i’ll meet you by your car in 10 minutes, still got a few things to set out.” you laughed it off.

shouta’s eyes widened at the nickname and stared at your figure as you walked off, admiring your every move as though you were magnetic, his heart beating ferociously with every step you took.

“ok, now, what was that!?” yamada asked demandingly as soon as you were out of sight.

“oh my god, you’re so loud.” shouta deflected.

“you aren’t getting out of this one aizawa sensei, you’re in love with them!” kamaya’s eyes glistened as she said that.

“no i’m not, can a man not have friends?” shouta sighed and lied like nobody’s business.

“LMAO, nice one, you defo wanna bang them sho!” yamada teased, causing shouta to blush like crazy.

“i’m actually just speechless, i’ve never seen you get so… pathetic.” yagi stifled a chuckled.

“who the hell are you calling pathetic? do you not remember the incident with izuku’s mom?” shouta smirked.

“my bad.” yagi kept silent as the others looked at him skeptically once more.

“we will definitely come to that later, but gosh can we get back to how he was blushing like crazy when they first came!” kamaya spoke with an amazed tone.

“oo! or when he stuttered and stared at them the whole time?” yamada added on.

“or even when he said ‘ill go anywhere with you’ as though they were leaving forever?” yagi cackled.

“you guys are annoying, i don’t like them or whatever you guys think. i think of them just like anyone else would.” shouta replied, rolling his eyes.

“alright then, hawks did mention wanting to ask them out. makes sense as well, they are more closer in age than you two are.” yamada smugly replies.

“what? where did you hear this?” shouta replied instantly, his eyes widening.

“LOL got you!” yamada laughed loudly.

“yeah alright whatever, you chronically online fool.” shouta huffed out in annoyance.

“you should ask them out! they are always talking about you anyways.” yagi advises.

“they do?” shouta looked at yagi curiously.

“yeah, always asking what you’re doing or just mentioning you in conversation. i tried to ask if they were into you flat out but they deflected the question so i dropped it.” yagi continues.

shouta looks straight ahead of him, his brows furrowing in confusion as he thought about what yagi was implying.

did you, want him?

fuck, just thinking about it makes his heart swell and turns the background chatter into a cheesy romcom song.

“look at how you’re blushing! come on, it’s clearly that you’re both into each other so ask them out! for once you can spend valentines with someone that’s isn’t a cat.” kamaya giggled.

“i enjoy my single life thank you very much, but i will ask them out.” shouta replied.

the three of them started cheering for him as he thought deeper about what was about to happen, in 10 minutes, you could either be his or a forced distant memory.

fuck, he really was too old for this shit.

you two finally arrived to the place, it was a fancy ramen place that looked as though it would be more popular during the night scene - however this made it so now, during the day, it was practically empty, more intimate.

honestly, it was like the universe was just egging him on.

even the interior had romantic undertones, with all the valentines decorations and romance inspired special dishes plastered everywhere that he lowkey wanted to try with you.

you both took your seat in a booth across from one another and you took a look at the menu already set out in front of you on your table.

“this place would be lovely for a date.” you hummed out cheerily

shouta looked at you confusingly, what the hell was that supposed to mean?

was this a date?

“well, if you want it to be then..” you answered back bashfully.

“shit, i didn’t mean to say that out loud. wait, what?” shouta was processing too many things at once.

“y/n, are you… do you..?” shouta couldn’t find the words to say it but you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

“depends on how you feel about me.” you leaned forward onto the table, more confidence slipping into your system even though you were a nervous wreck on the inside.

shouta’s eyes widened upon realisation, his breathing quickened slightly as he took in everything happening. this was it, this was the moment he dreamed for, this was his opening to finally get the dream - no - reality that was now within reach.

“alright, well here goes.” shouta clears his throat and puts down his menu, you follow suit.

“y/n, i’m gonna be honest here, you’re someone i cannot stop thinking about. it’s like, you’re in my system or something, it’s annoying as hell but i’m not all that bothered. i like thinking about you, you make me feel… i don’t know what the word is but it’s new, fresh and beautiful. i guess i’ve been into you for a while, which i think has been quite obvious and you’re honestly the only person i’ve ever felt like this for, so im not completely sure what im doing here. but when im with you, you make me feel fuzzy and warm and all the weird things that make you happy and shit. i guess, what im trying to say is that i… love you y/n. probably have for a good year or so. so, please, it would be my pleasure to take you out on a date or something.” shouta spilled all of his feelings in front of you, leaving you shocked with his proclamation.

shouta’s heart was there on a platter, beating violently as the inscribed words that he had just spoken out were spilled out like ancient secrets.

you reached over the table, grabbing his cloth to pulled him closer to you and pressed his lips onto yours, all in a flash.

at first, it was still, you both were absorbing each others warmth, until shouta finally started moving, his lips guiding yours as they stayed stuck onto one another. almost as though your lips were two opposite poles that stayed stuck together.

your lips matched perfectly, fitting like two puzzle pieces intricately designed to only accept each others shape. everything felt so right, the same feeling you get when you fit the last block in a wooden box - completion.

the sound of lips smacking as shouta gently put his hand of your face, both your eyes fully close and immersing in the moment.

after a hearty moment, you pulled away slowly whilst opening your eyes. shouta’s eyes were half lidded and drunk on you.

“i love you too shouta, my favourite grump.” you giggled.

he rolled his eyes in response but smiled because finally, everything was in place.

he got you out of his system, and into reality. you were finally his and his only.

[miakorei]

Thinking about an idol au where Izuku is in a unit with Todoroki and Bakugo. Izuku is normally the sunshine center—always upbeat and wearing a smile, a breath of fresh air, a soothing balm for those who see him. This is no different for one extremely ‘tired of life’ Shouta Aizawa.

Shouta is shown a clip of the group one day by his very musically inclined best friend Hizashi, and he can’t bring himself to look away from their sunshine center. Even afterwards Shouta just can’t stop his mind from wandering back to that video. He almost thinks that the feeling he felt at the time was a vague sense of attraction. But that would be illogical— it was one measly clip, barely a few seconds, and a single smile. Which is why he had to watch more. And there it was hook, line, and sinker. He had fallen for the trap.

Shouta falls down the rabbit hole much harder and with far less grace than Alice ever did. He finds clips of Izuku’s trainee days and starts watching all the way to present. Shouta enjoys falling under the radar by giving off the air of laziness, but the reality is he doesn’t do half-baked—especially in regard to being knowledgeable. He likes to obtain all the information he can before making a decision, thank you very much. Regardless of how absolutely fucked he already was. Not that he would admit it. However, when perusing the videos of Izuku’s career, many things became apparent to him.

First and foremost Izuku used to suck. Bad. His singing wasn’t the best, but his dancing was by far the worst. The poor kid had two left feet and then some. But at some point he had begun to significantly improve. It wasn’t because of the instructors from his agency—they had already given up on him at that point. The kid was far too average in everything besides enthusiasm from what Shouta could see. It was so obvious that it soon came up as a question in an interview after the unit’s debut. Shouta clicked on the video featuring a woman in a cute dress with a curated smile and more energy than he could ever imagine having.

“Many fans have noticed that your dancing ability received a significant boost out of no where during your trainee days. What’s your secret?”

The camera follows the microphone over to a head of soft verdant curls, somehow tamed to be parted down the side. A pair of big, round green eyes, so bright and filled with mirth, looks directly at the camera and Shouta’s heart stutters for a second. And oh, that was weird.

Izuku smiles a smile different from his signature sunshine smile. It’s shy, awkward, and it makes something warm stir inside Shouta’s chest. For some reason, it feels like he can’t get enough air. His head’s fuzzy and he feels lightheaded. Maybe he’s coming down with something. Shouta returns to the screen from his musings when he hears what he thinks is a little laugh. It’s short, strained, and more like a mixture of a whimper and getting the air knocked out of you than an actual laugh. Izuku reaches up to rub his neck before looking away from the camera, blush rising on every exposed freckled surface. And Shouta can’t help the absent contemplation of how far down that delicious red extended.

“Actually…I stumbled across an online mentor of sorts. I ended up studying their videos quite a bit. It’s a faceless underground dancer that not many have heard of, but I’ve come to admire.”

And oh.

“Well don’t keep us in suspense now.”

Oh, Shouta knew.

“No one knows their actual name but…”

In the safety of his own home, when he fell out of his chair—eyes wide, pink quickly staining the pale of his cheeks and ears— in tandem to the name that fell from Izuku’s plush lips, Shouta knew.

“They go by Eraser.”

Shouta Aizawa had to admit that he was already irrevocably fucked.

[yokumirumerafan]

MHA boys x reader (cringe romance)

OK, this is PURE cringe and secondhand embarrassement. Merafan brain wasn't merafaning so just read what we have.

MHA Boys Being the DUMBEST Shits in a Relationship with Y/N 😭💀

⚡ Kaminari Denki – Walking, Talking Embarrassment

Tries to flirt but ends up shocking himself mid-sentence.

“Babe, you’re like… a socket, and I’m the plug—WAIT NO THAT SOUNDS BAD.”

Sent Y/N a selfie captioned “thinking about u 🥺” but forgot he had a filter on that made him look like a clown.

Once tried to carry Y/N bridal style but tripped over air and fell face-first into a bush.

🟢 Izuku Midoriya – Overanalyzing the Relationship Like It’s a Battle Strategy

“Okay, so if I hold Y/N’s hand at a 45-degree angle, it exerts 3.6 newtons of force—”

Writes a training plan for their relationship. “Phase One: Hold hands comfortably. Phase Two: Hug for more than 2.5 seconds—”

Blushes so hard when Y/N calls him cute that he forgets how to breathe.

Almost wrote Y/N’s name in his hero notebook under “greatest threats” because they make his heart weak.

💥 Bakugo Katsuki – Aggressively Cringe

“Oi, dumbass, I made you food, so eat it or I’ll blow up this entire house.”

Insists he’s not the jealous type, then glares daggers at literally everyone who breathes near Y/N.

Tries to be romantic but ends up screaming. “I LIKE YOU, OKAY?! WHY THE HELL DID I SAY THAT SO LOUD?!”

Thinks “subtle flirting” means insulting Y/N but somehow making it sound like a compliment.

🧊 Todoroki Shoto – Emotionally Constipated Awkward King

Texts “good night” at 6 PM and “good morning” at 3 AM.

“I read in a book that couples should communicate their emotions. So… how does this make you feel?” proceeds to stare blankly for 5 minutes.

Tries to do something spontaneous like dip Y/N while dancing but forgets to hold them up and just drops them.

Told Y/N “You make me feel warm” and then sat in silence because he didn’t know what to say next.

🌙 Tokoyami Fumikage – Edgelord BF Who Takes Himself Too Seriously

“You are the moonlight to my abyss… the shadow to my eternal night.”

Wrote Y/N an actual gothic poem and performed it in a candlelit room with Gregorian chants playing in the background.

Accidentally called Y/N “My Dark Mistress” in public and has never recovered from the shame.

Dark Shadow roasts him daily. “Dude, just call them babe like a normal person.”

🔴 Kirishima Eijiro – Puppy Energy, No Brain Cells

Genuinely thought Y/N was breaking up with him when they said “we need to talk” but they just wanted to ask what pizza toppings he liked.

Once called Y/N “bro” mid-kiss.

Got stuck in his shirt while trying to look hot in front of Y/N and had to be rescued.

Keeps accidentally flexing mid-conversations. “So babe, what do you wanna eat? Oh sorry, did you see my bicep just now?”

📦 Sero Hanta – Tries to Be Smooth, Fails Miserably

Slid into Y/N’s DMs with “Are you duct tape? Cuz I’m stuck on you.” And immediately regretted it.

Once tried to wrap his arm around Y/N’s shoulder but miscalculated and punched them in the face instead.

Tripped over his own tape while trying to impress Y/N with a “cool” hero move.

Calls Y/N “babe” with 100% confidence but dies inside every time he does it.

🦿 Iida Tenya – Overly Formal Dork Who Thinks He’s Smooth

“Y/N, I must inform you that you look rather ravishing today.”

Bowed after complimenting Y/N and hit his head on the table.

“Before we kiss, let me file the appropriate relationship advancement paperwork.”

Almost ran after Y/N when they held his hand for the first time because he didn’t know how to process it.

😴 Aizawa Shouta – The Most Low-Effort Boyfriend to Ever Exist

Date night? More like “nap on the couch while Y/N talks about their day” night.

Instead of texting “good morning,” just sends “mhm.”

“I love you” but in the most monotone voice imaginable.

Once called Y/N “kid” out of habit and immediately facepalmed into oblivion.

👑 Villains Being the Dumbest in Love

☠️ Shigaraki Tomura – Cringe Overlord

Once texted Y/N “U up?” at 3 AM but deleted it when they didn’t respond in 0.2 seconds.

Thinks “romantic dates” mean playing video games for 12 hours straight while Y/N watches.

“I’m bad at emotions but like… I guess I’d disintegrate anyone who hurt you. That’s romantic, right?”

Tried to give Y/N his hoodie but realized it was his only hoodie.

🔥 Dabi – Fake Smooth but Actually a Mess

Calls Y/N “doll” but stutters when they flirt back.

“Heh, you’re kinda cute” and then turns bright red when Y/N says “You too.”

Thought bringing Y/N to an abandoned warehouse was “romantic.”

Once tried to wink at Y/N but accidentally closed both eyes and walked into a wall.

🎭 Mr. Compress – Theatrical Idiot in Love

Does dramatic spins before giving Y/N a single flower.

“Ah, my love, you have captivated me like an audience at a grand performance.”

Tries to impress Y/N with magic tricks but always messes up the final reveal.

Tripped over his cape once while trying to bow to Y/N.

😂 Twice – Chaotic Himbo BF

“I love you!” “Wait, no I don’t! YES I DO—”

Once held both of Y/N’s hands and then tried to pull them into a hug but ended up knocking both of them over.

Compliments Y/N aggressively. “YOU’RE THE PRETTIEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN, DON’T ARGUE WITH ME!”

Bought matching outfits for them but got the wrong sizes and had an existential crisis.

Conclusion: Dating an MHA boy = secondhand embarrassment for life. 😭

[faededaway]

Aizawa Shouta x female (sex worker) this might be a bit degrading. It's definitely a little ... Ambiguous on the consent.

Pro-hero Aizawa who goes to gloryholes to get himself some much needed release. He can't sleep with any sex worker who might see his face (being an underground hero has no meaning if people know what he looks like).

So yeah. Gloryholes. Gloryholes that promise anonymity for both the giver and receiver.

He's been to a few establishments around Japan. His favorite one doubles as a public bath (no one would question why he visits a bath so often).

He just goes to the counter and asks for a relaxing encounter. The receptionists lead him to a hall of stalls.

The stalls each have 3 walls and curtains in them. Providing extra privacy for the users. Unoccupied stalls have their curtains opened so the clientele can take a look at what they're being offered.

Some stalls show nothing. With only a hole, much is left up to the imagination. Others show everything minus a face.

The receptionists know which one Aizawa likes. They all walk him to the very end of the hall, where he's become a regular.

Aizawa's hole (as he so affectionately calls it) has a person's lower half sticking out of it. A very well decorated lower half, he would add.

The first time he saw her, she was clad in lace thigh highs held up with belts that went around her waist. A few stars and hearts were drawn right where the thigh highs stopped. He thought they were tattoos, but his next visit told him they were cutely drawn on.

A low seat was placed below the space where her lower half was sticking out of. A support for her feet. Aizawa had removed her feet from the seat and sat down. He held her thighs on his shoulder. He was face to face with her crotch. He really couldn't think of a better place to be.

He'd started by kissing the inner thighs. Caressing her skin. Feeling the pudginess in the socks. He kissed around the little stars as if they were dotted lines telling him what to do.

Soft whimpers from the other side of the wall made him want to do more. He lifted a skirt like fabric to see the hole he came to use. His mouth got to work, fast. Using his tongue to see if she tastes as sweet as she looks. Her legs tightened around his neck. He continued kissing and sucking loudly when the whining on the other side became unrestrained.

He only stopped when the legs around his neck stopped spasming and fell limp on his shoulders.

He looked behind him to make sure the curtains were drawn. Getting caught with his pants down would be worse than getting caught at all.

He got up from the seat, held up her feet by her ankles and unzipped himself.

A groan left his mouth when his dick was finally free from the confinement of his clothes. After stroking himself for a while, he looked at the hole he was lapping at a while ago.

Just the tip.

He thought about rubbing himself on her gushing hole.

Just a few strokes.

But he shook the thoughts out of his head and pulled out a condom from his pocket. The consequences would be worse on her than on him. So he held himself back.

Or maybe he didn't. He did pound into her hole as if it was first time all over again. A bit messy, a bit haphazardly.

A condom strewn, had been followed by 3 more. The moaning on the other side had turned to soft whimpering. His own legs were giving out now. He sat back down on the stool. The low angle gave him a perfect view of the well used hole he was just in.

He left a kiss to express his "5 stars and more" experience.

After his legs had gained some strength, he got up and placed her feet on the stool.

"if you don't mind, I'll be back in a week"

He had said to her as he left. And as promised, he was back in exactly a week.

Today, she wore sheer knee highs and gold body jewelry that wrapped around her thighs. Aizawa's dick twitched at the sight of her. A smile broke onto his face as he thought about how well he would sleep tonight.

[aizawalikestosleep]

Lull You

Shouta Aizawa x Eri Aizawa- Short blurb. (398 words). With a small sigh, Shouta ran a hand through her long white locks, looking down at the little girl as she was sleepily staring back at him. Her eyelids struggled to stay open, but she wanted to stay awake as long as she could. “Can you sleep in my bed tonight?” her tiny voice requested, as it had many nights prior, barely loud enough to be heard over the heavy rainfall splattering against the nearby windows.

“I’ll stay with you until you’re asleep, I promise. And if you wake up before morning, I’ll be down the hall,” Shouta reminded, an unusual softness to not only his voice but also his demeanor. He removed his hand from her hair and tucked her in better, ensuring it would last the night with her rather aggressive tossing and turning. When his leg shifted on the floor, his thigh accidentally brushed up against a small stuffed animal, which gave him an idea to cheer her up.

Even in her drowsiness, her eyes perked up at the sight of a cute little cat plushie “skipping” on her with maybe a bit of guidance from him, like it was a frog in the wild crossing a river by jumping on lily pads. It tickled despite it being over a thick blanket, making her giggle. “Hehe, stopp..” 

A rare chuckle escaped his lips. For some reason, being around her made everything seem less serious, like she was the only thing in the world he had to worry about. If you’d told him a few years prior to right now that he would have a young child under his care, one he absolutely adored enough to drop his cold, stoic front, he wouldn’t have bought it. But here he was, living a life he never imagined himself in as he pressed the soft toy to Eri’s cheek.

She slid her hands out from the covers and held the toy, holding it close and plopping its head on the pillow next to her. Her heavy lidded eyes could barely focus on the raven-haired man, and she could feel her body sinking further onto the bed.

"Goodnight," Shouta murmured faintly, not wanting to disturb her as he watched her eyes shut closed. After what seemed like forever, she was finally asleep. He ran a hand through her hair once more before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

[selmasemlan]

A Family’s Embrace

Summary: A cute moment with the Aizawas

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC)

Author note: I needed a break from writing the war arc, so here is something cute

Warning: none, cuteness

Word count: 924

Series masterlist

A Family’s Embrace

The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the cozy living room of Aizawa Shouta’s home. The soft, amber light filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a warm, inviting glow. The space was decorated with a blend of comfort and subtle sophistication—a large, plush couch with a knitted throw draped over it, a coffee table adorned with a vase of fresh flowers, and shelves filled with books and mementos. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from a nearby candle.

Eri, with her wide, inquisitive eyes and a cheerful smile, was sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by an array of art supplies. Crayons, colored pencils, and sheets of construction paper were strewn about, evidence of her creative endeavors. Her tiny hands worked diligently on a drawing, her concentration evident in the furrow of her brow and the way her tongue peeked out slightly as she focused.

Luna, her dark brown hair with its striking red highlights pulled back into a casual ponytail, stood in the kitchen area. She was wearing a soft, oversized sweater in a pastel shade that complemented her warm personality and relaxed vibe. She had a playful glint in her eyes as she reached for the last cookie on a plate. Her fingers curled around the cookie, but Aizawa’s hand—steady and deliberate—intercepted hers.

“Ah, not so fast,” Aizawa said with a mock-serious tone. His deep voice carried an edge of amusement, his casual attire of a hoodie and jeans reflecting his laid-back nature at home. He held the cookie aloft, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Luna’s eyes sparkled with determination as she tried to reclaim her prize. “Come on, Sho-nii! It’s just one cookie. I promise I’ll make up for it later.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, his expression a perfect blend of amusement and mock disapproval. “If I give this to you now, I’ll never hear the end of it. Besides, you’ve had your share.”

Eri, watching the playful struggle with delight, giggled softly. “Luna’s always so determined! It’s funny.”

Luna paused, her gaze softening as she looked at Eri. “I guess I am. But it’s worth it for a cookie that tastes this good!”

With a dramatic sigh, Aizawa finally relented, handing over the cookie with a theatrical flourish. “Alright, alright. But you owe me one. And don’t think I’ll let you forget it.”

Luna accepted the cookie with a triumphant grin, breaking it in half and offering half to Eri. “Here you go, Eri. You get first dibs.”

Eri’s face lit up with joy as she accepted the piece, taking a small, savoring bite. “Thank you, Luna! It’s delicious!”

The three of them settled into a comfortable routine, moving to the couch where Eri eagerly displayed her latest drawings. Each piece was vibrant and full of life—bright colors and whimsical designs that spoke to her boundless imagination. Luna and Aizawa sat beside her, their attention fully absorbed in Eri’s artistic creations.

Luna gently ruffled Eri’s hair, her fingers brushing through the soft locks as she admired one of the drawings. “This one’s my favorite. It’s beautiful, Eri.”

Aizawa nodded in agreement, his usual stern demeanor softened into one of genuine pride. “You’ve really improved. I’m impressed.”

Eri’s cheeks flushed with happiness at the praise, her eyes shining with pride. “I’ve been practicing a lot. Luna and I even painted together last week! We made a huge mess, but it was so much fun.”

“True,” Luna said with a nostalgic smile. “We did make a mess, but it was worth every splattered paint drop. And look at how great Eri’s gotten!”

As the evening progressed, the family settled into a cozy arrangement on the couch. Eri nestled comfortably between Aizawa and Luna, her small frame curled up against their sides. The soft, rhythmic hum of the TV provided a soothing backdrop as a classic animated movie played out, its colorful scenes reflecting the warmth of the family’s bond.

Luna looked down at Eri, her heart swelling with affection. She could hardly believe how lucky she was to have found a family who cherished her so deeply. “You know, Eri,” she said softly, her voice carrying a tender note, “I’ve always wanted a little sister. And now I get to have you.”

Eri’s eyes sparkled up at Luna, full of warmth and trust. “I’m glad too, Luna. And I’m happy you’re here with us.”

Aizawa, his gaze shifting between his sister and daughter, felt a profound sense of contentment. Despite the demanding nature of their roles as heroes, moments like these made every challenge worthwhile. He wrapped an arm around both Luna and Eri, pulling them close in a protective embrace.

“Me too,” Aizawa added, his voice soft and sincere. “We’re a family, and that means we take care of each other.”

The room was filled with a sense of peace and unity, a perfect snapshot of their shared love and support. The night wore on, the movie continuing to play softly in the background, but the family remained close, basking in the simple joy of each other’s company.

In those quiet moments, surrounded by the gentle glow of the evening and the comforting presence of their loved ones, Luna, Aizawa, and Eri found solace and happiness in their togetherness. The warmth of their home and the strength of their bond created a safe haven where they could simply be, finding joy in the simple pleasures of life.

[aliveinacoffin]

Master List

Of the .1 fics that I've written/posted on here

⋆｡°✩ Spider-Verse ⋆｡°✩

( ´ཀ` ) Miguel O'Hara

Lunch Date - PT1 PT2 - Fluff/Implied F!Reader, can be ignored if you squint

↓ All somewhat connected, neither have to be read to know context, though, I would rec to read top first↑

Come Back To bed - PT1 PT2 - Angst little comfort/GN!Raader

A Difference In Fate - F!Reader, angst no comfort,

Coffee for us - GN!Reader, fluff

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ My Hero Academia ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

✩࿐ General

Boyfriend Imagines - Gen!Reader/Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouta Aizawa, Denki Kaminari, & Hizashi Yamada - fluff, headcanons, just tooth-rotting fluff :>

ᓚᘏᗢ Aizawa Shouta/EraserHead Hospital - GN!Reader, angst/fluff comfort, TW suicidal talk, and dying) Strawberry Fanta - PT1 Introduction - (Rest On Ao3! Finished) - NSWF!F!Reader, TW yandere, stalking, violence (his name isn't spelled right I don't think? I'm so sorry) Orange Fanta - PT1 - Story and context on Ao3 - NSFW Fem!Reader, TW Yandere, violence, sexual content, dubious consent/noncon Silent Nights Exhibition - No reader, only zawa NSFW: public nudity, gremliness My own mirror - PT1 - PT2 - no reader, 3rd pov TW: Suicidal thoughts, smoking weed, implied abuse, parent death, brief mentions of ED With my whole heart- GN!Reader, angst/little comfort/none, TW: Yandere, violence, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, staking Hating you as well - PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 - F!Reader, little angst/mostly just the sillies - you just wanted to make friends, but one GUY keeps making that impossible for you, it was like he fucking hated you! And for what!!

❆Shoto Todoroki♨

Deja ya de llorar - GN!Reader, tiny angst/major comfort just cute all around

♬♪ Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada

You're Not Just Him - Pregnant!F!Reader - Fluff - You make your husband take a break from work and have a family day with you and the kids.

✰ ✰ ✰ All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Important To You - Toshinori & Daughter!Reader - angst/no comfort TW! Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, and mjc death - Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

༺｡° .ᘛThe Last Of Us 1&2ᘚ. ° ｡༻

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ellie Williams

Ellie Band Au Headcanons - no reader- nsfw & sfw parts

☀︎ Grand Theft Auto V ☀︎

Wedding Ring - F!Reader- Smut, cursing, manipulation - Michael De Santa has ghosted you for moths, and now he shows up to your house unexpectedly.

My Ao3!

Unfortunately, I do have unfinished works, and new ones in progress, but it's okay because I guilt myself enough for the both of us.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Requests are OPEN! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Won't do: Scat, water sports, puke (in that way, if ya know what I mean lol). Thats kinda it :)

Will do: Pretty much everything else lmao Post dividers by @cafekitsune

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Fandoms I can do!

MHA

Undertale

Across The SpiderVerse

Rick and Morty

Grand Theft Auto 5

SouthPark

The Last Of Us&1 (Games 2)

Harry Potter

Adventure Time

The disastrous Life of Saiki K

F is for Family

Mystic Messenger (Though, I will warn you I haven't completed the game 100%, so I'll go off what I know so far/what I've seen from the fandom.)

[chainslobber]

Angst angst angst! I had a terribly angsty dream and the only way to get angst out of your heart is to inflict it on someone else and then heal together, so here we go

Imagine dating aizawa for a few years, you guys have a cute little apartment, bunch of kitties, just a cute little life going on

But! Oh no! You get kidnapped, and the kidnappers make you leave a note saying you were leaving him and the country and not to look for you. You do it, knowing that he won't believe it, he'll come find you. But as a few weeks/months go by no rescue, these kidnappers must but good, since it's taking so long for your love to find you.

One day you find a weakness and escape, it takes days of running to get back home, the door is locked but you know the bathroom window will be unlocked so you climb through. As you open the door you see him opening the bedroom door to investigate. You run to him, wrapping him up in your arms, kissing him all over, telling him how much you missed him. He's really stiff though, asks what you are talking about, what you're doing in his apartment.

Confused you correct him, our apartment! You tell him how you knew he wouldn't believe the note and he would be looking for you, and how difficult it must have been for him. It was terrible on you and the thought of coming home to him was what kept you going.

That's when you hear something stirring behind him ... In the bed. "Shota?" A familiar voice croaked out.

Was that miss joke? The woman he always told you not to worry about even though she would hit on him while you were standing right there... couldn't be... right?

Then the pieces kinda click for you, he believed the note, he wasn't looking for you, he just moved on while you were waiting for him, you don't even know why you were kidnapped but you know everything thing is over now 😔

I would quite simply kill myself.

In all actuality, that's the kind shit I LIVE for. Not saying Shouta IS, but my ex was a piece of shit, and I lived this moment before. I feel like with Shouta, he WOULD go looking. He'd hunt me down until the ends of the earth because that'd be SO out of character for me. But if it's been months/years, yeah, he'd move on. People grieve in different ways. He'd probably eventually go 'well, everyone leaves me in the end' and believe it.

Like of course having a happy life and then one day going 'I don't love you don't find me' WOULD be alarm bells, the fact that I wouldn't turn up would be concerning. I COULD be dead, i COULD have moved on. Humans are fickle. I seriously think something like this would definitely be my breaking point. Like imagine coming home, the apartment's moved around a little--not much, but enough to be unfamiliar. And then you see all this new furniture. Cute shit. Plushies that aren't yours or whatever else. The place smells wrong, it's not him and I, it's him and her.

And the thing that sucks about crying is you inhale often, so you'd just keep smelling her while you're sobbing somewhere. Because I feel like the thing with Shouta is he'd be awestruck. Right, like I'm not dead. But he also moved on. He's with someone, they might even be happy, about as happy as us. He wouldn't just ditch them to come back. Because he probably told them WHY we split. Popping back into the picture is just cruel for everyone involved and it sucks.

Sometimes, you gotta let people go.

[xothatnerdykid]

what would you do? (baby, if you only knew)

When mysterious pro hero Eraserhead saves you one night, you insist on buying him a cup of coffee to say thank you. Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x fem!reader drabble. Cute and fluffy but very suggestive towards the end (still SFW tho). 2,409 words.

"It's not safe to be out at night all alone, sweetheart," the man with the wolfish smile moves closer to leer at you.

Ignoring him, you wrap your coat tighter around you and walk faster. 

As your bad luck would have it, this only riles him up further and he chases after you. "Let me walk you home, pretty little thing. Can't have you getting into trouble now, can we?"

"The only one getting into trouble…" Your voice quivers, but there’s a determination underneath your fear as you turn to face the stranger, “Is you!”

You spray your mace in his eyes but he’s faster than you, and stronger too. He wrestles it out of your hand and grabs your wrist, twisting it behind you. 

Before you can even think to scream, the man’s already on the ground.

A figure in dark clothing emerges from the nearby shadows. He had your would-be attacker tied up in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t you know,” he said low and menacingly — too menacingly for a hero, you think — bending down to grab the man’s wrist the way he did yours. “That’s no way to treat a lady?” 

He twists it until the man screams out in agony. “Gaaah! Alright, alright, already! Just let me go!”

“Not until you apologize.”

He looks up at you with frantic, pleading eyes, “I’m sorry. Now will you please tell this psycho to let me go?”

He loosens his grip on the man’s arm with a shove. “The police are already on their way to pick you up, so don’t even think about trying anything.” 

The perpetrator grunts but bows his head in defeat. 

“Are you alright?” The man finally turns to look at you, the harsh edges of his voice softening just a little when he asks you. 

You take a good look at him and realize he’s almost intimidatingly taller than you. With a lean frame clad in all black and a grey scarf, his eyes are dark and piercing in spite of their obvious weariness. He has a scar on his face and long, messy dark hair. 

But in spite of all these things, there’s a kindness to his expression and in the way he almost reaches out to touch you.

You nod. “Yes. Better, now. Thanks to you.”

He drops his hand and stuffs them into his pocket. Silence hangs in the air for a moment before he clears his throat, “Do you need an escort home?”

You don’t, really. It was only a block away from here and much better lit and safer than this shortcut you recklessly took, but you say yes anyway. “I’d appreciate that.”

Without another word, he falls into step beside you as you start walking. It’s not long before you’re at your apartment building door.

You want to say thank you, but — “I don’t even know your name.”

He shrugs. “You don’t need to.”

“I want to thank you properly,” you insist.

He eyes for a moment before hesitantly reaching out his hand. “Aizawa Shouta.”

Oh.

You weren’t expecting him to give you his real name.

He mistakes your surprise for hesitation and almost pulls his hand back before you realize your mistake, hurriedly shaking it.

“Thank you, Aizawa-san. I owe you for saving me tonight. What can I do to repay you?”

He shakes his head. “That’s not necessary.”

“Please, I insist. Do you drink coffee? Or like cats?”

He scrunches his eyebrows at you. “Cats?”

“Yeah, I work at this cat cafe not too far from here. Stop by anytime this week and I’ll have a free coffee waiting for you,” you offer hesitantly. 

“Hmm,” he rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe if I pass by it on my patrol, sure.” 

But his noncommittal answer makes you cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t tell me I have to get myself into trouble to see you again?” You half-joke.

He doesn’t laugh. 

But there's the faintest glimpse of something akin to amusement in his eyes that you convince yourself you’re probably not imagining, so you take that as a small win.

"Your choice," You shrug and unlock the door to your apartment building.  Turning to face him one last time before heading inside, you smirk.

"See you around, Shouta."

He clears his throat but says nothing more. You leave him standing in the dimly lit street outside your apartment, but he doesn’t leave your mind for days.

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"So is the coffee here any good?"

You look up to the surprising sight of the man who saved you a few days ago standing in front of the counter. “Shouta!” You exclaim, and a genuine smile lights up your face. “Glad you could make it. This shift was starting to get the better of me.”

He rubs the back of his neck and you notice he has his hair up this time, the scarf gone. You can't help but stare at his hands and the exposed skin of his neck as he looks around the cozy cafe and all the playful felines. 

When he doesn’t say anything, you offer, "Do you want to pet a cat? Or just a coffee?" Hopefully not to go, you think to yourself.

“You know I’m too old for you, right?” He asks instead, and you feel your face heat up. 

"I don't think so," you shoot back. And despite how flustered you feel, you look him right in the eye.

He does the last thing you expect him to: he leans against the counter and chuckles. "Relax, I was only teasing."

Filled with newfound confidence, you smirk and look up at him from underneath your eyelashes. "I wasn't."

There’s a moment of charged silence where he looks like he might be on the brink of smiling again, the corner of his lip twitching. But he clears his throat instead and his expression turns stony and blank again. "So, about the coffee..."

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You tell him it'll be ready in 5 minutes, and he takes a seat in the back corner, playing with some of the cats and kittens. For someone who seems so stern and serious all the time, he's surprisingly gentle with them. You think it adds another layer of intrigue to him. 

As you bring his coffee over, you notice him engrossed in rubbing a little orange tabby cat dozing off on his lap. And you know you're not imagining the smile on his lips this time.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" You can't help but poke fun at him as you set his cup down on the table. "Is this what heroes do in their spare time?"

He snorts. "What free time?"

"Oh?" You sit down across from him even though you know you're not supposed to (for reasons other than getting in trouble with your manager). 

You cross your legs and brush your foot lightly against his ankle. And although he doesn't comment on it or react, he doesn't move away either. 

“I’m flattered then, that you somehow managed to find the time to drop by.”

He shrugs, then takes a sip of his coffee. "You should've made one for yourself so you could keep me company.”

"I thought you said I was too young for you?"

"No, I said I was too old for you.”

You quirk your eyebrow in return. "And I said not to me."

And though you're just being your usual playful self, you can sense the subtle shift in the atmosphere as the moment lingers, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. You find yourself falling deep into the darkness of his velvety, ebony eyes.

His little laugh breaks the spell, the sound deep and genuine.

"You're relentless, I'll give you that," He shakes his head, one corner of his mouth tipping up.

"And you're stubborn." You take the drink he offers you and make sure to keep your eyes fixed on him as you sip it. "What's it gonna take for you to listen?”

He quirks his eyebrow at you, and you don’t miss the way his fingers brush against yours when he takes back his coffee cup.

“I’m listening…”

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Shouta comes back to the cafe a couple of times after that, and it’s always the same: You make sure you don’t take your break until he arrives so you can happily spend all of it and more chatting with him in his favorite corner near the cat tower. 

Each visit is a bright spot in your day, and you allow yourself the small hope that it is for him, too. The conversations flow naturally, a mix of light-hearted banter and personal stories. Aizawa opens up about his work, his passion for teaching, and his love for cats. In turn, you share your dreams, your aspirations, and your random nonsensical thoughts with him.

And just like every other time, you have to force yourself to get up, sighing. "Okay, everyone's giving me the look again. My break ended about 15 minutes ago."

He holds his hand up to gesture that it's no big deal and gets up too. "Thank you for the coffee and the company. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“No, no trouble at all. You know, you don’t have to leave just because I have to go back to work.”

“I can’t. Duty calls.” He rubs the chin of the little tabby cat on his arm and she purrs contentedly. “But I’ll come back. This one seems to have taken a liking to me.”

“She wouldn’t be the only one.”

You can’t help but laugh at the way your flirty comment leaves him a little flustered. He looked devastatingly handsome to you, frowning and turning away to hide his blush.

Clearing his throat, he sets the kitten down gently on the floor with the others. 

As he turns to leave, you impulsively reach out to grab his wrist.

He looks at you, surprised, and you give him a playful smile.

"Hey, one more thing before you go?"

Leaning closer, you press your lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

He freezes for a moment, uncharacteristically caught off guard again (you seemed to have a habit of doing that to him). But it’s not long before he relaxes into the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an unexpected tenderness.

When you pull away, you search his face for any indication of his feelings and there’s a spark of something…soft and almost shy in his gaze.

“I’ll be looking forward to that coffee,” he says with his eyes half-lidded and his breath ghosting across your cheek.

"I'll be here," you smile, face flushed and heart racing. 

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“You’re not wearing your uniform,” Shouta remarks when he sees you again. 

And it’s such an unexpected thing for him to say when you have him pressed up against the wall of the tiny, dimly lit supply closet by the back of the cafe where you were just making out, that you have to laugh.

“I could say the same for you.” You grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again, deeply, searingly. You love how erratic his breathing and his eyes get, the way his swollen lips feel against yours. 

“I’m not working today,” He murmurs, breath mingling with yours.

“Neither am I.”

“Oh?” He pulls aways for a moment. “Then why are you here?”

You smirk, “Didn’t wanna miss my favorite customer in case he came in.”

His face immediately softens, and you revel at the warmth of his thumb lightly tracing the outline of your lips. “Is that so?”

“Yes. By the way, have you seen him yet?”

It’s his turn to laugh now. 

His deep, raspy voice softens to a low, resonant rumble that fills the room, and the sound is so light-hearted — vibrant and alive — that you can’t help the warmth that floods you at the thought of being the one to bring it out of him.

“No, but I’ll be sure to tell you when I do.” He brushes a lock of hair from your forehead and places a soft, lingering kiss there. “In the meantime, I hope you don’t mind slumming it with me.”

“Hmm,” You pretend to think about it for a moment. “I suppose…I could be persuaded…”

You trail your fingers playfully up his shirt and then cup his chin.

“But you’ll have to work hard to convince me.”

His hands wander down your back and stop to rest on your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “Do you want me,” He murmurs in a voice so low and husky it makes your toes curl, “to show you just how persuasive I can be?”

You nod eagerly, and he smirks as he hoists you up and turns you around so that you’re the one pinned up against the wall now. He cradles the back of your head and leans down to capture your lips in another electrifying kiss.

You feel so lost in the sensations of his intoxicating taste, his hungry kiss, his hands roaming your body that you hardly notice yourself instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist.

He does, however, and feeling your grip on him suddenly tighten, hearing your small exclamations of pleasure — it’s enough to leave him just a little dazed and heady with desire.

You pull back for a moment to catch your breath, but he's not having it, quickly closing the distance between you again. He needs this. He loves it too much to stop. 

You feel yourself smile against his lips and push him away gently. “Shouta,” you laugh breathlessly. “Give a girl a minute.”

He chuckles darkly, his playful demeanor from moments ago subtly turning into something more intense. “You know, y/n,” His grip on your waist tightens as he leans in again, his lips trailing a searing path along your jawline and down your neck. “I pride myself on being a gentleman…”

You don’t — can’t — respond, each touch sending a jolt of desire through you. You can hardly contain the soft gasps that escape your lips.

“So I hope you don’t feel offended by me asking this,” you feel his hot breath against your chest, up your neck. When he looks into your eyes, his gaze is smoldering. His dark and clouded eyes flicker down your lips for a moment before he continues, “But would you like to come back to my apartment with me?”

You’ve never said yes to anything faster in your life.