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b3ach-bunn7 · 2 months ago

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SO ANXIOUS

Aizawa is your guard, appointed by your father, the king. And you really want to sleep with him.

guard x princess, NSFW!!, forbidden romance, first time

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It’s wrong. It’s so wrong on every single level to have a crush on your guard, of all people.

You’d hated the idea. Your father, ever the doting and overprotective man, had appointed him the second you’d turned twenty, and apparently also a target for whatever nefarious things he’d invented in his head. You were his one and only daughter, and so you think all the worry he didn’t need to give your older brothers all got passed down to you.

It’s normal, you suppose. You are a princess after all, heir to the throne and soon to be married off to the richest prince your father can find. You just wish you had more freedom, wished you could walk around the palace without some man trailing behind you.

You minded it less when you actually met him for the first time.

He was hot. And had you thinking things that a lady such as yourself definitely should not be thinking.

He was tall for one, taller than you. He was wearing the usual outfit you see on the guards around the castle, but his was different. Where theirs were a deep red, his was white, navy blue detail sewn into the sides. You assume this is so he stands out as your very own personal security.

You’re all standing in your father’s study. The room is large, much more than necessary, filled with bookshelves and a desk that’s lined with enough gold to feed the kingdom for a year. Your father’s work is forgotten in front of him as he gestures towards the two of you. He’s rambling on about protection and safety, all while you’re struggling to peel your eyes away from said protector.

He’s standing in front of you, but his attention is all on your father, so you have ample time to look at him as much as you want. He’s fit from what you can tell, all strong muscle hidden beneath his clothes. There’s a scar under his right eye and the stubble that lines his jaw ages him, but he doesn’t look to be much older than you are. His hair is long, half of it tied behind his head, soft black curls you want to reach out and touch.

And you find out his eyes are a deep, dark brown when they move to meet yours. His left eyebrow raises slightly and you quickly turn away, embarrassed to be caught staring so shamelessly.

“So. Y/N, this is Aizawa.” Your father gestures.

When you look back, the man in question is looking at you intently. He bows.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess.”

And when you hear his deep, honeyed tone, you think that is the beginning of the end.

You get to know him quite quickly. The thing about spending every second of your day with the same person is you’re sort of forced to get to know each other. You find Aizawa is not a very emotional man. He doesn’t smile once in the first two weeks together, despite your horrible attempts to make him do so. He only does when he sees a stray cat when the two of you are wandering through the gardens.

You learn that Aizawa is four years older than you, and he’d been working for the kingdom since he was fifteen. He’d fought for the country, he told you, recounted the story of how he scarred his face in battle. Aizawa has no family, but he speaks fondly of a young girl he’d saved once that lives in the village a small way away. He’s kind. He cares for the people he loves despite his reserved nature, and he even can be funny if he tries, in a dry way that makes you laugh more than it should.

All of this is why you think you’re falling in love with him.

The first time you realise this fact is when you’re running for your life.

It’s an intruder. Someone managed to get past the guards at the gates and is now loose in the long corridors of the castle. You’re out in the courtyard when you hear the commotion, head leaning back on the patio chairs, catching the sunlight on your face.

You sit up at the noise. You look to Aizawa for some reassurance but there’s a crease between his eyebrows you’ve come to learn is not a good sign.

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

He hums a little under his breath. You hear yells from the other side of the castle.

“I don’t think so. Come.” He says.

His hand curls around your elbow, warm and strong as he helps you to your feet. He walks you the short distance back into the castle, eyes focused somewhere you can’t see. You feel a little trickle of fear in your chest.

You grab the sleeve of his tunic. “What’s going on, Aizawa?”

He pauses at the front gates. Just listening.

It’s silent, for a second, before you hear a loud crash that sends a ripple of goosebumps up your arm. Your head whips towards Aizawa and before you can say anything he’s pulling you along. You follow quickly, heels clicking against the floor. His hand is on the small of your back. Your breath is fast and light, mind racing. Is the intruder here for you?

Aizawa curses quietly under his breath. “Your room is too far from here.”

You can almost see the gears turning in his head. You're on the opposite side of your part of the castle, and the closest room to you is the dining room or hall, both open spaces that won’t give you any sort of cover. You see Aizawa’s hand inch towards the dagger he keeps hanging on his waist.

You swallow roughly. “Is- Are we going to be okay?” You mumble.

He pulls himself out of his focused daze to settle you with a look. It’s not a smile, like you think most people would give in a situation like this. He moves until his hand is holding yours. His is calloused where yours is soft, and he squeezes once.

“Yes. Don’t be stupid.”

You roll your eyes. “Is that any way to talk to a princess?”

“Apologies. Would-”

His words are interrupted by another crash. This time closer. Before you can do anything, he pulls you along. In a practised manner, he opens a door you’ve never seen before, and pushes you both in.

“What- Aizawa-”

Calling it a room would be too generous. It's a closet at best, full of what you think are cleaning supplies and brooms. It’s sort of dusty and dark apart from the barely working lamp above you. The door clicks shut behind him and you're both alone.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to a man before. Your hands brace yourself on the wall, the large layers of your dress hard to fit in the small space.

“Wow. Love this little room you’ve found us.” You mumble.

Aizawa raises an eyebrow. “This closet is not to your liking?”

You huff a laugh. “No, it’s just this dress.” You mutter.

You try and fix the material, tug it out from where it’s caught onto a box on the floor.

“It’s too long. I think I’m going to fall.”

“Probably not the best idea.”

You glance up at him. “Oh, really? Thank you for the insight.”

“I’m here to please.”

You bite back a smile. You can hear the faint sound of commotion outside and you wonder how long you’re going to be in here. You’ve had threats on the castle before, yeah, but nothing like this. Nothing that had you hiding in a random room to protect yourself.

You turn to ask Aizawa and find he’s already looking at you.

He’s got dark eyebags like he never sleeps, and you feel a little at fault for that. Being a guard is a full time job after all. It’s quiet, enough that you can hear the faint sound of both of your breathing.

“Hi.” You speak into the almost silence.

Aizawa settles you with a look.

You huff. “Just trying to make conversation. You-“

Your words are cut short as you slip, foot catching on the hem of your petticoat. You gasp, hands reaching for the wall to try brace yourself. But you don’t need to do that, because before you can save yourself, you feel two hands, rough and strong, catch you. Aizawa’s fingers curl around your waist, and they’re so much bigger than yours. You glance up and now, he’s impossibly closer, just a breathe away from you.

Your face is hot as you speak and you’re happy that the darkness conceals it. “T-Thank you.”

Aizawa only nods, and when he lets go, you miss his hands on you the moment he does. It’s only a few moments longer before he finds out that you’re safe. The intruder, simply a petty thief with too much confidence, was caught. But you couldn’t care much about that. Your mind was too busy wondering somewhere else.

And after that, you start noticing him more. How the sun catches on his skin when you wander around the gardens. The strong line of his muscles when he stretches. It was undignified. You knew it was wrong to think about him like this but you couldn’t help it. You had no idea if he’d noticed it, but you elected to decide he didn’t. To save yourself the embarrassment if anything else.

But Aizawa can’t be anything to you. He’s your guard, for crying out loud, the man tasked with the job of taking care of you. If your father even got a whiff of something suspicious between the two of you, he’d be fired immediately. Or something worse.

The sun sets slowly outside the vast expanse of your bedroom windows. There’s nothing for you to do on evenings like this. The summer lets in a hot draft of air, and your nightgown sticks to your skin. The material is supposed to be light, breathable, but it suffocates you in the loneliness of your room.

You sit up on your bed, eyes darting towards the door of your bedroom, that you know Aizawa is standing behind.

It’s a stupid idea. Definitely. You don’t even think he’s even been in your room before, but. Maybe that could change today.

You slip on the robe hanging on your dressing room table. The floorboards are warm beneath your feet, and it takes thirty silent seconds for you to convince yourself to open the door. It creaks loudly into the empty corridors. You peek your head outside and Aizawa is already looking at you, startled by the sound of you opening the door. He’s leaning against the wall and you watch his eyes dart down to the expanse of your body, before landing back on your face. You note the slight redness on his face that wasn’t there a moment before.

“I- Aren’t you supposed to be in bed? Asleep?”

“It’s only seven in the evening. It’s still light outside.” You say.

Your fingers drum against the door. “I’m not tired. I’m bored, if anything.”

Aizawa nods slowly. His hair is loose today, and it’s grown much longer since when you first met.

“Am I supposed to do something about that?”

You feel your face heat a little. You feel stupid suddenly, with the way he’s looking at you.

“N-Nevermind. It’s fine, I-“

“You want me to keep you company?” He tilts his head.

You laugh nervously. “If- If you want. If you’re not busy.”

He hums under his breath. “I’m not. You’re inviting me into your room?”

Your hands hold your robe closed. The air is cooler outside, but you don’t think the goosebumps on your arms are from that. You feel shameless. Asking for him like this. But you think it’s too late to back out now.

“I- Well. I don’t think my father would like me running about the castle. Would you- You can come in here. If you’d like.” You swallow.

Aizawa just stares for a little. And just when you regret even getting out of your bed, he stands to his full height.

“Alright.”

He brushes past you and you step aside, shutting the door carefully behind you.

Your room feels different with a man inside of it. He walks around idly, taking it all in. It’s bare, if you’re being entirely honest. You wonder what he thinks but as usual he’s silent, his thoughts trapped in his head.

Your voice cuts out in the silence. “I like your hair.” You gesture towards the long black curls.

“It’s getting longer. You- It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

It’s awkward. Is it awkward? You can’t tell. You're sweating and you wish you could take your robe off but you think your nightgown is too revealing. You sit down on the edge of your bed.

“What do princesses do when they’re bored?” He muses.

You smile slightly. “Sit and think about my life, usually. Father keeps dropping hints about suitors.” You sigh. “I guess that’s the life waiting for me.”

Aizawa nods slowly. He drags the chair from your dressing table until it’s sitting in front of you. His knees brush against yours.

“You don’t sound very happy.” He mumbles.

You lick your lips. “No. Well. I don’t know.”

You cross your arms. His eyes feel heavy on you.

“I think that… I guess I’m nervous, if anything else. You never know who you’re marrying until you’re married.” You laugh slightly.

It’s not that funny. You wish it could be a decision you make on your own, but you are not nearly brave enough to bring the idea up to your father. You tell Aizawa as much, and he nods.

“I understand. It’s a frightening idea. Marrying a stranger.”

“Exactly. I understand my duties as a princess, but. You know. Makes me wonder.”

Aizawa leans back in his chair. “About what?”

“How… Things will happen. You know. Relationship things.”

Aizawa raises his eyebrows and your face heats.

“Scandalous.”

“Enough. I- It’s normal to- to wonder! Everybody does.” You whine, as he snorts a laugh.

“It’s- It’s a valid concern. God, I’ve never seen you show so much amusement before.” You groan.

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Apologies. Very valid concerns you have, princess.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Right. Though, Y/N feels inappropriate.”

“It is my name, after all.”

A small silence settles over the both of you. You fiddle with the edge of your robe.

“What are you scared about the most?” He asks.

You look up. He’s shaved the stubble on his face and he looks younger. His hands are clasped in front of him and you have the urge to reach over and grab them.

“Well, you know. The more intimate parts of it.”

The silence feels more awkward now. More tense.

“I see.”

You shake your head and tufts of hair slip out of the loose braid you’d put it in. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” He laughs.

“Like- Like I’m just a lustful teenager.”

You regret the words the second they leave your mouth. You shake your head, hand covering your mouth.

“I- please. Pretend I didn’t say that.” You mutter, face heating.

“Aw. You’ve gone all red.”

“Aizawa.”

He takes a deep breath. He pauses for a moment, like he’s thinking. “You can ask me, if you want.” He says the words quickly.

You freeze a little. “Ask… ask what?”

“About the intimate parts.”

You swallow roughly. You want to move away from him and get closer all at once. He’s had intimate moments. Your stomach pools with feelings you’re not used to. Jealousy?

“You’ve- Do you- Are you married?”

He scoffs. “No.”

You’re confused. You’re sure it’s visible in your face, because Aizawa winces a little.

“Well, I know it’s not exactly good of me, but I was young, and there was beautiful women in the villages we used to travel through.” He shrugs.

You nod slightly. “I- I understand.”

The idea of Aizawa, younger and probably fitter, with women. In villages, in their homes, in their rooms like he was in yours. Your face heats just thinking about it.

He smirks. It’s a new look you’re not sure if you love or hate.

“That too much for you, princess?”

You scoff. “No. No. It’s not.”

“I can tell you about it all. What it’s like to be with someone.”

What he says seems innocent enough, but the way he says it. There’s something else, something dangerous in his voice. And then a thought that enters your head. A thought that you think could send you straight to hell. But Aizawa has this look on his face. This look that you pray you are not reading wrong.

The room is silent for a moment. You lick your lips and watch him follow the movement.

“Can… Can you show me?”

For the first time it’s not you blushing a furious red. It’s Aizawa. It’s dusts his cheeks so cleanly and you can’t help but smile a little.

“Show you? Princess, I-“ He stutters, tripping over his words. “This is highly inappropriate. You’re father- if he found out-”

You inch closer.

“He won’t find out. Nobody even knows you’re in here.” You whisper. “And I wouldn’t be the first. I know girls who’ve.. who’ve- you know.”

He stands, chair scraping against the floor. He takes a few steps back, moving away from you. Aizawa looks at the wall, the floor anywhere but at you.

It’s nice to have the power between the two of you for once. You move towards him. You’re sure the light from the window catches on your robe, on the sheer material of your nightgown.

“I can’t do this. Y/N, please.” He speaks like the words hurt to leave his mouth. He walks towards the door, but he doesn’t leave. Just lingers, fingers ghosting the polished handle.

“Why? Why can’t we do this?”

“Because it’s wrong? Don’t be stupid.” He snaps.

“But you’re still here.”

Your voice is calm in comparison to the panic lacing his. You clasp your hands in front of you. Aizawa is still by the door, and the distance between you two is large. Large enough that you shouldn’t feel the anticipation that you do.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologise. But… you’re still here. You haven’t left.”

You take a step forward.

“So, I Can only assume that i haven't. And that you’re interested?”

You pose your words like a question and he curses under his breath.

“This- This is bad. I’m your guard, for gods sake. You- And I’m older than you.”

You roll your eyes. “Only by four years.”

“That’s a lot of years.”

Your eyes dart to the ground. He hasn’t rejected you, but it feels like it, which only serves to make you feel stupid. Childish. You can’t imagine what he must think of you.

You sigh. “Well. If that’s what you think. So be it. Leave.”

But he doesn’t. The two of you just stand, staring at each other. You fiddle with the hem of your robe. And just when you think you might have to kick him out yourself, he strides towards you. You startle for just a second, but there’s no time to be shocked because his hands are gripping your face and he’s kissing you.

His lips are warm, and your teeth click against each other from your lack of practise, but it feels good. He grips your face like it’s the only thing keeping him a float. Your hands graze his cheek and you feel the stubble on his jaw catch against your skin.

Your whimper and Aizawa swallows it hungrily, tongue licking your own. He tastes like the expensive coffee your father imports from Mexico, and the low groan he makes as he bites your bottom lip stirs something in your gut.

Aizawa leans back, breathing heavily. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

The desperation in his voice makes heat pool in your gut, legs clenching together. You whine, hands clutching his shirt to pull him closer. “Stop talking.”

Aizawa tuts, one hand reaching up to clasp both of yours. He pulls them down and kisses your lips once more, down your jaw, achingly slow as he bites the soft skin on your neck.

“So much attitude.” He sighs. Your eyes flutter shut as he sucks a mark into your skin. “I’ll have to fuck that out of you.”

Your head drops back at his words, a shiver of anticipation crawling up your spine. You’ve seen Aizawa at his best, all stoic and controlled, and so you can’t be surprised by the way he takes the lead. His fingers interlock with yours as he takes you to your bed. You crawl on it, dropping back on the silk sheets. Aizawa towers over you, forearms resting next to your head as he kisses you once more.

“I’ll go easy on you.” He mumbles.

“Boring.”

He ghosts up your arm, landing on the knot of your robe. “Can I take this off?”

You nod. And he does, and the sheer nightgown you have on underneath suddenly feel like nothing. You’ve never had a man see this much of you, any of you, if you’re being completely honest. But he has this look of complete adoration as he scans the curves of you waist, running a hand up your thigh, that you feel no shame.

“I feel severely underdressed.”

He hushes you. He unbuttons his shirt, shucking off the layers of his uniform to reveal the defined muscle of his body underneath. You can’t help but shamelessly stare as he runs a hand through his hair, the black curls circling his face like a halo. His body is muscular, defined and littered with scars from his battles. Your hands trail over them and he just watches.

“You’re so…” Your words quieten at his rapt attention.

He smirks. “Come on. Use your words, baby.”

Your face heats and you turn away embarrassed. “I don't want to say it now.”

Aizawa grabs your chin, turns you back. You can see the different colour specks of brown in his eyes this close, and your fingers trace over the scar on his face.

“You tell me if you want to stop. Okay?”

You nod. It happens quickly, the way he slips off your nightgown and your undergarments. He does it slowly, unwrapping you like you’re a gift just for him.

But he doesn’t touch you.

He just lets your clothes drop on the floor as he unbuckles the belt around his waist. You wriggle restlessly on the bed, skin almost aching with how much you want him to. Your eyebrows furrow and your grip his arms. Aizawa is sitting back on his knees now, and he tilts his head a little. He leans down to your ear, breath hot against it.

“You want something from me?”

You try to speak but his hands reach up to your chest, ghosting over the hardened peak of your nipples. You gasp, back arching, voice lost.

“Anybody ever touched you like this before?”

You sink into his touch. “N-No. Nobody.” You mumble.

He rubs one nipple between his fingers, and it sends jolts of pleasure down your body. He bites the soft skin of your other breast. You wince slightly and he's licking over the mark before you can even say anything.

He moves his attention to the other nipple, eyes watching the expressions on your face. “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

You feel embarrassed to admit it, but you have. Desperate to feel that pleasure you’d read about in books and whispered in the halls of the castle. And you did, but this felt different. His fingers are rougher and more practised than your own, and it feels a million times better than anything you’d ever done to yourself.

“Yes, but. Not- Not for a while.”

It’s harder to speak when he presses his mouth over your breast, sucking you softly.

“You must be so frustrated.” He murmurs. “Poor girl. I’ll make it better.”

Any other time you might have made some retort back, but his finger starts rubbing light circles on your clit and you're moaning, nails digging into his skin. Your hips jump and it's uncanny how easily he can find where you need him to be. The pleasure feels too little and too much al at once. You’re soaked, arousal dripping down onto your thighs.

“Feels- Feels good, Aizawa.”

He tuts, finger dipping down to collect your arousal, as he keeps rubbing your clit in deliberate motions. “Shota.”

“Shota, fuck.” You breathe out.

“Such a bad mouth.”

Your legs shakily shut and he easily pulls them apart. “You’re shivering. We can stop anytime you want.”

His voice is low and rumbling in his chest and you know it’s the last thing you want.

“No. No, please.” You laugh, a little nervous and a little breathless.

He splits your folds open and one hand squeezes your thigh as the other dips inside you. His finger is longer than your own, reaches further, and a strangled noise slips past your lips. Aizawa licks a stripe up your neck as he starts a steady rhythm pumping inside you.

“You like that?”

It's an unfair question. Highly unfair, especially considering the fact that your hips are bucking erratically as he presses them deeper and deeper. Your pussy is making a loud wet noise that makes you face heat, but feels good enough that you don’t let the embarrassment matter. You mumble his name as he presses another one in, scissoring his fingers. It dawns on you that he’s preparing your for something bigger, for him, and you wonder how you can fit in anything else considering how full you already feel.

Aizawa sighs. “You need to calm down, pretty girl, you're squeezing me so hard. Relax, okay?” He coaxes you, his voice smooth and soft.

It feels weird having another persons fingers inside you. You’re not sure it feels entirely good, but then he curls them and the pads press against something that has your hips jerking and you sitting up.

“What- What was that?” You breathe, eyes wide.

Aizawa just laughs and presses into it again, and your hands claw at the bedsheets. You feel so full of him, so sensitive that when he starts rubbing your clit once more you know your orgasm is coming.

“Oh- Shota, I-I’m close.”

Aizawa swallows your whines with a kiss, and when your orgasm hits you it's slow, your body clenching as it travels through your body. Your walls clench around him and he sighs against your lips.

Your head drops onto the pillows. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Shota.” You whisper.

“Don't worry.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ve got you.”

Aizawa pulls down his underwear. And when he pulls himself out you find that you’re staring all over again. You don’t have anything to go by, but you assume hes well-endowed, long and curved as he pumps himself lightly. You reach out and touch him the noise he makes turns you on all over again. His hand grabs yours and pulls you away.

“You don’t have to.” He swallows and you frown.

“I want to.” You plead, but he lets your hands fall to your sides.

“Tonight is about you. You’ll have time for that another day.”

The promise of doing this again makes you compliant, but you still let your hands run over his skin dangerously close. He smirks just slightly, shaking his head. He presses a kiss on one of your wrists.

“One of these days I’ll tie you to this bed and teach you how to listen.”

Whether it’s a threat or a promise, it does its job in making you comply. Aizawa grinds over you once, and he's so hot, so warm and you sigh. You try to tilt your hips into his but he holds you down effortlessly.

“We need to be careful.” He warns. “If- If you-”

“I won’t.” You cut him off. You smile as reassuring as you can without your impatience shining through.

Aizawa grabs himself at the base, lining himself up. You watch with bated breath as he begins the slow push inside. Your fingers clench his arm and shut your eyes, small whimpers leaving you as your walls stretch. It burns, the sting unfamiliar.

When you open your eyes you find he’s looking at you intensely. Gaging your reactions. He stops the push when you still for too long, but you shake your head.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“You sure?” There's a crease of worry between his eyebrows and your heart tugs at how concerned he is for you.

“Yes. Please.”

He kisses your cheek once more. “Just try and relax, okay?” You nod quickly.

He starts pushing again, and the pain lessens as each second goes by, and you let out little noises and whines.

“God, you- You’re clenching so hard-” His words break off with a groan. “Just-”

You can feel him throb inside you and you moan. The sight before you is one you can’t forget, his chest flushed and his muscles flexing as he tries to control himself.

“I’m okay, Shota. You can- You can move.” Your say, hands coming up to circle his neck.

And your express consent is enough for him to rock his length in and out of you once. Then again, and in a steady motion that has you dropping your head on his shoulder. He bottoms out and both of your fevered breaths fill your empty room. The suns almost set, and the almost darkness makes everything feel that much more intimate.

“So full, Shota.” You utter, mindless as Aizawa hisses.

“You okay?”

You nod, wrapping your legs up around his waist, and you can feel the drag of him against your walls. He hits that spot again and you almost scream, and he shushes you quickly.

“You, fuck, you need to be quiet. Someone could hear us.” He whispers against your mouth, punctuating his words with a kiss.

You whimper, the sound of your thighs slapping against each other as pleasure rips through you. Your skin feels tingly, electric as he hits the spot over and over.

“So unfair. You don’t even know.” He groans into your skin.

You’d ask him what he means but words seem to leave you, too focused on not waking up the castle with your screams. He’s slow and sensual, deep rolls that hit that spot inside him until you’re a mess beneath him. His fingers press bruises into your hips and your eyes tear up.

It’s nothing like you’d imagined. You know this moment should be saved for a husband and wife. You can almost feel the warmth of fire from the hell you will probably be damned too, but you don’t care. Because you think you love him. And you don’t know if this will ever happen again, if he will regret this moment later, so you’ll take what you can.

“Feels good?” He asks, and you're nodding before he even finishes speaking.

“Feels good.” And the tears fall, and you realise, with the slow way he moves, that it isn't enough.

“Shota-”

“What do you want, baby?” He grits his teeth. “Tell me.”

“Harder. You-”

Aizawa slows, brows furrowing with the effort it takes for him to slow down. “What?”

“Want you to fuck me harder. Please.” You plead, and the words sound so filthy.

He makes a noise that's half a laugh and half a moan.”Yeah?” His hips thrust into you hard and you yelp. “Like that?”

Your body buzzes with the feeling and you nod. “Yes. I- Yes.”

He nods too, burying his head in the crook of your shoulders. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

Your nails scratch lines down his back. The new found pressure he fucks you with makes you realise how close you are, your thoughts slow and stupid, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to stand another man touching you again.

“M’close, Shota.” You groan. “Gonna cum-”

Aizawa is more vocal than you’ve ever heard him, his words slipping out his mouth as his thumbs rolls over your clit at the same time he pushes you down hard onto your bed and you’re done. Your eyes squeeze shut and you bite your lip to stop the scream that almost leaves you. Your body shudders from the force of the orgasm that hits you. It’s not like your first, it's fast and sudden, and your head spins as you make a low noise in the back of your throat.

Aizawa only lasts a moment before he pulls out, finishing over your stomach. The two of you breathe heavily, foreheads pressed against each other as your bodies come down from their highs. You grab his face, kissing him once more before you drop onto the sheets.

Aizawa falls besides you. He screws his eyes shut.

“Your father is going to murder me. Have me hung in front of the entire kingdom.”

You snort. “He won’t find out. If you go back to your post. After you get me a towel.”

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IMBACKKKKK omg i missed writIng i missed all u lovely readers

my last exam is actually on the 20th... but i got this request agesss ago and writing it was so fun i couldnt put it down once i started

guys icl like im such a bit fat virgin..? all my smut knowledge is from fanfics LMAO i have never even held a mans hand before so like plz bare with if some of my smut is not actually doable..

ANYWAYS! next fic posted will be a ot 2 to that hawks fic so.. stayed tuned... and ILY ALL!

request by @princeasimdiya12

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missmetus · 1 year ago

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Soft erasermic , commissioned by @atereal

#time for some fluff #erasermic #present mic #eraserhead #hizashi yamada #aizawa shouta #bnha fanart #commission art #bnha #mha

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mamoru-chiba-ua · 1 year ago

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luxthestrange · 11 months ago

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BNHA Incorrect quotes#36 Mini-Y/n

At The Aizawa Household

Secretary Y/n*Standing in awe at what you created*...Breathtaking...I shall call her~

Aizawa*Next to Hizashi drinking from his kitty mug coffee*...

Hizashi*Hands on his cheeks unable to contain his cuteness overload*aaaaaAAAH!~

Secretary Y/n:...Mini-Me!~

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Eri*Dressed in a mini-version of your regular outfit and doing a pose*!!!~

Part 10:

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kayentokk · 1 year ago

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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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neriuml · 11 months ago

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A domestic collection of erasermic family :

-Eri drawing while telling how was her day ti shinsou

- Movie night

-The kids waking their old parents from their nap

#mha fanart #bnha fanart #erasermic #erasermic family #hitoshi shinsou #shinso hitoshi #mha eri #mha shinsou #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #i love this au so much #domestic fluff

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bloody-bee-tea · 2 months ago

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Emotional Spring 2025 Day 24 - Thank you for staying with me

Hitoshi wakes up to a splitting headache and a parched throat. He groans, trying to keep his eyes closed because the pulsating pain is making him nauseous but he tries to think past it, tries to take stock of himself so he can figure out what the fuck happened.

"Finally awake, eyebags?" Bakugo's voice rings out, piercing in its volume and Hitoshi groans again. "Gods, don't be such a wimp," Bakugo grumbles, but it's notably more quiet and Hitoshi dares to blink an eye open.

Bakugo is standing next to his bed, the same displeased look on his face Hitoshi knows him with and it doesn't make any sense at all. Bakugo is not supposed to be here, because Hitoshi is very much in his own bed and no one is supposed to be at his apartment.

"What—" Hitoshi tries to say but his throat is so dry the words die on the way out and it's only then that Hitoshi realises how absolute grimy he feels.

"Drink this before you hurt your voice and Aizawa actually has my head," Bakugo says and shoves a bottle of water into Hitoshi's hand.

He has no idea where it came from because that is definitely not from his kitchen and even though he thinks he should worry more about that, every thought is overridden by the promise of cold water.

Hitoshi takes the bottle and almost downs it in one go and once he's done, he feels marginally better. His headache has calmed down a bit, too and so he dares to push himself up because it feels wrong, talking to Bakugo like this.

"What happened? Why are you here?" he wants to know, his voice still coming out rough but at least it's there and Bakugo levels him with a look.

"You don't remember?" he asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest and Hitoshi thinks for a moment before he shakes his head.

"Not really?" he offers, because he's getting some flashes of Bakugo carrying him to bed and tucking him in but surely that must be wrong and Hitoshi is definitely not going to mention that because he quite likes living, thank you very much.

"You fainted like the goddamn idiot you are," Bakugo hisses out and Hitoshi blinks.

"Huh?"

"We were supposed to meet for the presentation next week."

"Yeah? On Tuesday, in the library." Hitoshi frowns. "What day is it?" he then asks because there's a small pit of dread opening in his stomach and Hitoshi learned to listen to that.

"Thursday."

Hitoshi is glad he's sitting down because he thinks his knees would have actually given out at that and he still drops the water bottle as it is.

"It can't be Thursday!" he whispers because last he remembers it was Monday evening and Hitoshi doesn't know how he could be missing two entire days. "What happened?"

"You're a goddamn idiot, is what happened," Bakugo snarks and snatches the water bottle from Hitoshi's bed and hands him a full one.

Still, not one he owns, and now that his thoughts aren't quite so muddled, Hitoshi starts to realize why it's so incredibly fucking bad that Bakugo is in his home.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks, tries for stern and annoyed but it comes out shaky and weak and Hitoshi hates the way Bakugo softens a bit around the edges.

"Apparently you didn't come to school on Tuesday, and you also didn't show up to our appointment, so when you didn't answer your phone I came here to yell at you. Except I found you completely feverish," he explains and cold panic grips Hitoshi.

The joint presentation was supposed to be one step for him towards the hero class and Aizawa is going to have his head now that he didn't do it.

Fuck, Aizawa! Hitoshi missed at least one training with him and the panic must show on his face because Bakugo lets out a long sigh.

"Relax, will you?"

"How am I supposed to relax? Fuck, I messed up the presentation and training with Aizawa, I'm so dead. I can kiss the hero course goodbye now."

"That's what you're worried about?" Bakugo asks incredulously. "I'd rather be worried about your living situation!"

At that, Hitoshi goes completely calm. If he manages to play this off, as if all of that is completely normal, then Bakugo will leave and no harm will be done and Hitoshi can go back to his miserable existence without having to worry about CPS sticking their nose in where it doesn't belong.

"Thank you for staying with me, but I'm good now. You can leave."

"Yeah, like shit I can," Bakugo snaps out. "Fuck, troll doll, why is your life so fucked up?"

"That's none of your business," Hitoshi mechanically says and gets out of bed, and prays to all the gods he knows that his shaky legs will carry him at least to the bathroom. "If you could leave now—"

"Fuck off. I promised Aizawa I'd stay."

That makes Hitoshi freeze.

"Aizawa?" he breathes out because Aizawa can't know. He can't know and he can't see and he cannot know but of course nothing in Hitoshi's life ever goes like he wants it to because Bakugo nods.

"Yeah, I called him as soon as I put you to bed on Tuesday," Bakugo says and Hitoshi dares to allow himself a little bit of hope.

"And he told you to stop bothering him, right?"

"Did the fever fry your brain, zombieface? Of course not. He was here like ten minutes later."

And then he left again because Hitoshi is too much of a hassle to look after himself and instead he put Bakugo in charge of it.

Hitoshi decides to not let his breaking heart affect him at all and instead he draws himself up to his full height.

"Since he's not here, it's clearly not important enough to look after me and that means you should go as well," he says, as scathingly as he can but Bakugo only blinks at him.

"Fuck, you really are stupid, aren't you," he finally breathes out. "Aizawa has been sleeping here on your shitty couch. He just went out to get you groceries, what the fuck is wrong with you? Of course he wouldn't just leave you like this. Have you seen the state of your apartment?"

"I—"

"That's enough, Bakugo," Aizawa's voice suddenly rings out and every muscle in Hitoshi's body locks up. "I'll take it from here, thank you for staying."

"Sure thing, teach," Bakugo says with a shrug and he really, truly seems to not mind it all that much and Hitoshi's head is spinning.

He blames the lingering headache on it.

Silence settles over the room as Bakugo gets his things and files out, a nod towards Aizawa and one last look at Hitoshi before he leaves around the corner and a moment later they hear the front door.

"Sensei," Hitoshi starts with but Aizawa cuts him off with a look.

"Go back to bed, you're still too sick to move around," he instructs him and then promptly vanishes towards the kitchen.

Hitoshi hears him puttering around in there and he's filled with shame when he thinks about he state of his kitchen; his entire apartment really, and he hates that anyone else had to see it, too, but especially Bakugo and Aizawa.

This is not going to end well, Hitoshi fears, and he already sees his spot at U.A. slipping through his fingers.

Hitoshi darts off to the bathroom real quickly, desperate to wash the grimy feeling at least off his face but when he comes back, Aizawa is already waiting for him and he doesn't look any happier about the situation than he did five minutes ago.

"Sit," he orders and Hitoshi does because what else is he supposed to do.

Aizawa will yell at him, will call him useless and irresponsible and then he'll get CPS involved because he's a hero and he has to and after this Hitoshi will have nothing left at all.

He braces himself.

"Explain to me what I'm seeing here," Aizawa says, sitting down on the floor right in front of Hitoshi's bed and it makes Hitoshi feel so much worse.

"What's there to explain?" he tries to deflect because he's pretty sure the state of his apartment speaks for itself but clearly Aizawa is not appreciating his snark today, because his eyes blaze with anger.

"Maybe why you don't have electricity. Or hot water. Or heating at all. Maybe why your kitchen is completely barren of anything that could even be considered food. Maybe why your parents couldn't be reached even though we've tried to contact them for two days."

Hitoshi stubbornly presses his lips together.

"Are you going to explain any of that?" Aizawa prompts after a moment and Hitoshi crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"No."

"Shinsou—"

"What does it matter to you? How I'm living is none of your goddamn business."

"It kind of really is, because you're barely sixteen and your guardians should be around to take care of you."

"Well, I'm taking care of myself, so what does it matter!"

"A great deal, Shinsou. This—" he makes a motion to encapsulate the entirety of the apartment "—is not taking care of yourself. It's managing to get by and only barely so, if the state of everything is something to go by. It shouldn't be like that."

That actually makes Hitoshi laugh because wow. As if he doesn't know that.

"But it is, for me, and you butting your nose in where it's not wanted is not going to change any of it."

"How are you paying rent?" Aizawa asks instead of rising to Hitoshi's bait and Hitoshi looks to the side.

"I have a job."

Where he barely makes enough to not fall too behind on his rent but his landlord is very lenient and sometimes allows him to pay part of it late. There's not enough for anything but rent but Hitoshi doesn't think that's any of Aizawa's business.

"You're sixteen," Aizawa reiterates as if that would change anything and Hitoshi shrugs.

"So?"

"You should be concerned with classes and boys or girls and not how to make enough to pay rent for this place. Where are your parents?"

"That's none of your business," Hitoshi says and tries to swallow down the bitterness rising up in him.

He couldn't answer that question even if he wanted to because he actually has no fucking clue where his parents are. They just up and left him when he was fourteen and for a while it was fine.

They were never that close to begin with and Hitoshi has always been pretty self-sufficient; plus, they left him some money so for a year or so it was all good. But then the money he had ran out and suddenly things weren't looking so great anymore.

"I'm here to help you," Aizawa says with a sigh and Hitoshi desperately clings to that spark of anger in his chest.

"No, you're here to fuck everything up for me," he hisses out clearly catching Aizawa off guard with it if the surprised look on his face is anything to go by.

"I wouldn't—"

"But that's really not in your hands, now, is it? As soon as you say something, as soon as you do something, CPS will take me off your hands and I refuse to be thrown away like some fucking piece of garbage again!" Hitoshi screams out and then, to his horror, bursts into tears.

"Ah, shit," Aizawa mutters and Hitoshi hears him move but he still startles when Aizawa sits down next to him on the bed and pulls him into his arms. "It's okay, kid, we're going to figure it out."

Hitoshi shakes his head because there is nothing to figure out about this; there's no way around CPS if Aizawa says something and by now Hitoshi knows Aizawa well enough to know that he's not going to let this slide.

He might have a reputation as a hard-ass teacher but he actually cares about his students as Hitoshi came to learn over the course of their training sessions and that means it's all over now.

Aizawa might think he's doing it to help and he might even try to keep an eye on Hitoshi for as long as he'll be allowed to stay at U.A. but once his place there is forsaken, Aizawa will no longer be his teacher and that means he no longer has to care.

"Listen, Hitoshi," Aizawa says once Hitoshi has calmed down and the change of name makes Hitoshi brace for the coming hit. "I'd have to talk to my husband about it, but what if you stay with me? With us?"

Hitoshi needs a second to digest that Aizawa is married before he lets out a helpless little laugh.

"Sensei, you forget what my quirk is. No one wants me around and you can't cancel me out twenty-four/seven. He's not going to say yes."

"Ah, I think you underestimate him," Aizawa says with a shrug. "He already deals with you at least once a week without me present."

Now that makes Hitoshi frown.

"Huh?"

The otherwise quiet room is interrupted by the ringing of his phone, and his call is picked up mere seconds later.

"How's the little listener doing?" a voice rings out and Hitoshi whispers a confused 'Present Mic?' to himself, just barely catching Aizawa's little smirk.

"Better. He's at least awake again. We have a code red though, because apparently this is just how he's living," Aizawa says and Yamada sucks in a scandalised breath.

"Unacceptable. Get the kiddo home, I already prepared the guest room because I could feel that some of the beats were just off."

Hitoshi frowns, because there is no way in hell that it's actually that easy, that Yamada just accepts this, that Aizawa would want this and the confusion must be clear on his face because Aizawa speaks up again.

"Hizashi, for how long can he stay with us?"

"Are you stupid, Shou? For as long as he wants to. I know you're attached to him and CPS can't do shit to me with how much I usually advocate for them, so I'd like to see them try. Plus, our foster license is still valid, so there's nothing that they could do anyway. Why are you even asking something like that? Did you catch the bug the kiddo had? Are you running a fever?"

"No, he's just sitting right here and didn't seem to believe what you said," Aizawa drily says and Yamada lets out a little screech at the other end.

"You're so mean, Shou, you could have led with that. Hitoshi, kiddo, I meant everything I said. Shouta will bring you home and then we'll figure everything else out but just know that you're not going to leave us if you don't want to."

Yamada sounds completely sincere which is just insane because he barely knows Hitoshi outside of their English classes and Hitoshi turns to Aizawa, a helpless look on his face because he doesn't know what he's supposed to do.

"Hizashi, we'll be home soon," Aizawa says and then simply hangs up on him and he turns fully towards Hitoshi.

"You seem confused."

"You're—attached to me?" Hitoshi whispers out, the most pressing thing in his mind and Aizawa huffs out a little laugh.

"I don't take personal students. Ever. But there was just something about you, about your drive and determination that made me reconsider that. And then during training—yeah, I got attached. You think I try to feed all my students?"

"I'm not a stray cat," Hitoshi huffs, his mind spinning and Aizawa laughs again.

"Could have fooled me."

"Attached enough to take me to your home?" Hitoshi dares to ask next and Aizawa's face softens.

"Attached enough to apply to be your permanent foster family," he says without hesitation and that is just so confusing, so surprising that Hitoshi can only blink at him.

"If you want that," Aizawa awkwardly says when Hitoshi stays quiet for too long and Hitoshi nods so hard he fears his head is going to fall off his shoulders.

"Okay, alright, take it easy, kid, you're still recuperating," Aizawa rushes out and stops him with a hand on his cheek. "I got it the first time."

"It's just—you're not going to get rid of me when I'm being too difficult, right?"

"Hitoshi, I haven't expelled my class yet even though they end up in the news for fighting full on villains every other week. I'm certainly not going to get rid of the one kid I'm actually attached to," Aizawa says as if it means nothing to him and Hitoshi's eyes burn.

"Okay," he whispers out, his voice all choked up and Aizawa pulls him into a hug again.

"Okay."

They sit like that for a while longer, until Hitoshi feels stable enough to get up and pack his meagre belongings and when they leave the apartment it doesn't even feel as if he's leaving home.

And he isn't, Hitoshi realises, because he's leaving this place to actually go home and Aizawa must know exactly where his thoughts are going to because he reaches out and ruffles Hitoshi's hair.

He leans into the contact—like the stray cat he claimed he definitely isn't—and then follows Aizawa home.

#bt writes #bnha #mha #emotional spring 2025 #married erasermic #shinsou hitoshi #bakugo katsuki #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #child neglect #hurt/comfort #fluff #found family

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