#the aizawa files

[dorkszn]

𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨 𝓞𝓝 𝓒𝓐𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓐

𝓋ℴ𝓁. five / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. shouta aizawa

twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. six !

01. you’re his himbo <3 ( male reader )

02. being his favorite student ( male reader )

03. you never win your bets with him while sparring/training, sometimes he wonders if it’s just is he can fuck you stupid ( male reader )

04. he never runs out of ways to tie you up ( fem reader )

05. punishment ( fem reader )

06. he has extra energy after exercising ( male reader )

07. being a hero can be stressful, good thing sho has his favorite girl to help him out ( fem reader )

08. wait… is fucking the villain after you catch them protocol? ( male reader )

[archivedzeke]

THE CUCK ! aizawa shota

warnings ! top m! reader , dilf aizawa , nsfw , throatpie , blowjob , degrading , humiliation , dirty talk , unprotected sex , feminization terms (pussy & tits) , sir kink , cheating , cum eating , cuckhold hizashi , this shit is nasty , taunting , slapping , spit , & untouched cumming

note ! i’ll edit this some more later.

the morals of a well kept man could be broken easily when faced with the temptation of dick. someone as well kept and known to be very insensible at times , being a cheating whore.

married to his best friend hizashi yamada for almost five years , but allowing you to defile him in their shared bedroom was a new level of crazy.

“fuck hizashi! look at your husband” , you grinned and looked at the blonde whose hands were tied to the headboard of his and his husbands shared bed. his face was red with shame , pride diminished from the sight of his husband.

he’s already cum a total of two times. he’s never been pushed past three orgasms before.

aizawa’s position of no different , he was on his knees , hands behind his back as as he sucked on the thick tip of your heavy cock with a dark blush painting his pale face.

the carpet of the bedroom providing aizawa with more than enough friction to get himself off.

“he looks like he’s having a bit of trouble. my dick is a lot bigger than yours , ain’t that right shota?” , you grinned and moved your gaze from the older man on his knees to his husband on the bed. hizashi let out a pitiful groan while watching his lover , regret dimming on his brain a bit.

even so , he couldn’t help the twitch of his cock and the precum that coated his own tip. the sight was was that had his stomach contorting in pleasure. “fuck! your mouth feels so good shota!”

he let out a hum and moaned around the head. his tongue darting out to lick at the undersides of your cock , saliva and excess press leaving a shiny glow behind. he was better than he looked.

you reached up to run your fingers through his hair , false attentiveness hidden in your gaze before yanking his head back and off of your dick. aizawa let out a short noise of disappointment and pain. “n-no! please sir! give me your cock!”

hizashi’s toes curled and he moaned himself , fuck his husband looked amazing. shota has never begged for him this way , seeing him acting like a whore by the hands of someone else made him realize why it was he who suggested this.

his husbands throat was hot and wet , sucking you in like a fucking toy ready to be used. hizashi was a lucky lucky man.

“look at him hizashi! he’s such a fucking slut and i haven’t even put my cock inside his man pussy yet!” , you smacked aizawa’s face and he giggled , “open your mouth for me shota” , and he did with no hesitation.

“good boy!”, you spit in his mouth. you’ve never seen someone so stoic willing to behave this way before. it was like aizawa was a completely different man. a perfect hole to fuck around with if needed!

standing back up , you pushed your pelvis forward and moved his head along side your cock , girth sliding against his nose and mouth as he ran his tongue over the veins — eyes rolling to the back of his skull from the smell of your cock. “haah . . . mmm~ hwah”

“all you needed was some good dick to satisfy you yeah love? hubby not giving it up right hm?” , you nodded over in hizashi’s direction and aizawa’s shook his head ‘yes’ while tonguing your dick. “i know sweet thing”

you finally removed your hands and let aizawa have his way with you , you watched in certain shock as he pressed his hands against your thighs and began taking you down his throat. inch my inch , your cock had become constricted by the warm snug feeling of his throat.

“wow . . . mmm fuck! you’re just full of surprises aren’t you shota?” , hizashi panted and grunted as he came on his abdomen — chest moving up and down as his cock had become hard again within seconds. it was your turn to giggle now. “did you just cum from watching your husband deepthroat my dick hizashi”

you continued your teasing. “you’ve cum three times just from watching me fuck your husbands throat , that’s fucking sad man”

aizawa paid no mind to you teasing his lover , to busy with sucking you up like some glorified lollipop. the nasty mess falling onto the floor and coating his petty tits from how sloppy his head was. you hissed from the feeling of his nails digging into your thigh.

“n-no! nnh haah!” , hizashi shouted in discomfort.

“you’re a liar—” , your sentence was cut short once you felt aizawa’s nose pressing against your pubes , your cock finally hitting the back of his throat while what looked like hearts formed in his eyes. “I-oh god shotaa! you’re the perfect fucking ona hole for my cock. that’s all you are aren’t ya?”

hizashi’s hips wiggled on the bed and thrusted up into the air , his own length a raging red color from cumming. it hurt and the cold air wasn’t making it any better. he was sure he couldn’t.

“aww what’s the matter cuck? you can’t stop cumming from the sight of your husband being fed my cock—he’s enjoying his self”

if hizashi looked close enough he could see the living gaze you looked down at his husband with, the same look forming in man’s eyes as well. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“i’m not even moving his head hizashi! he’s just happy to have my dick down his throat”

aizawa still jelly his hands on your thighs to steady himself , your slimy cock entering and leaving his throat with every move of his head — your pubes tickling his nose every time he took you back in.

the older man never took his eyes off you once. tears brimming in his eye line and nose flaring to get some form of air. you were just that big. little sounds leaving his throat whenever they could.

he looked a fucking mess.

“i’m cumming shota! take it all like the whore you are ok?”

he somehow managed to nod his head , jaw starting to lock from the obsessive sucking. but he didn’t stop , at the mention of cum , he moved faster. he wanted nothing more than to have it.

you tossed your head back and let feral snivel. hips moving forward as your cock beat in his throat , balls throbbing and begging for release.

the first spurt of hot cum flooded aizawa’s throat and he hiccuped , tongue hot with taste of your nut. you couldn’t help but grunt with each spit , cum staring to overflow from around your cock.

you let him stay there until his nose started to run. a sick grin painting your face as you stroked aizawa’s chin. “you did so so good! you and your husband both deserve a reward yeah?”

“y-yes sir! wanna be fucked full pl-please”

he sounded so hoarse and fucked through. you loved it more than you should’ve , hand coming up to grip his jaw and turn his head in hizashi’s direction.

“you hear that yamada. he wants his pussy fucked. looks like you’re gonna be there for a while”

𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘇𝗻𝗻™

[plusultraetc]

I know for a fact that Aizawa has said 'don't move as a group, you're not gazelles' at least once during 1-A's hero training

[aromanticannibal]

izuku who doesn't remember or know kacchan is trans will always be so fucking funny to me. he just sees kacchan in pants/skirt (depending on transmasc/transfemcchan) in UA and he's like mm. anyways

[mirumototsubasa]

Scans of 2 chibi-form clear files for My Hero Academia.

[keulixeutin]

Snapshot 5: Some Days (Aizawa)

a/n: nowhere to go but here. summary: the days aizawa comes home to you. cw: smut implications. no gendered pronouns used. gn!reader. wc: 240.

Whenever Aizawa makes it home from a hard patrol or a difficult day at school, when he’s covered in dirt and oil and grease or grass and chalk and ink, sometimes all he wants to do is collapse on your shared bed, no shower, no clothing change, nothing.  Just lay there until he is one with the soft blankets.  

Other days, he comes home dirty and he reaches for you, grabs for your wrist, your neck, your thighs, pulls you into the bathroom and under the shower-head where he kisses your skin, fucks you slowly and longingly, shivering under the way your lips trace his scars.  

There are other days still where he can’t wait to get home for a different reason, where he’s hot and heavy and he needs to unload, both off his shoulders and inside of you.  On those days he can’t get enough of you, can’t seem to stop breathing you in, can’t stop rutting into you even as you’ve already come undone two, four, six times, can’t seem to stop even though he’s overstimulated and burning himself—but god, just one look at you and he just wants you all over again, one whiff of you and he’s intoxicated and dizzy, and one breath of you and all he wants to is to hear and feel you muffle your cries into his shoulder, his neck, until all that’s left is spent gasps and heaving flesh.

[ao3feed-erasermic]

The Files

Use the related link post to read The Files on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60953209 by balletandbooks Non-canon-compliant with most recent publications Aizawa Shouta has a lot to catch up on when it comes to his students, after the Kamino Incident, and the new dormitories put into place. Each student is unique... beyond their quirks. While he won't be able to read it all in one night, over the first few months in the dormitories, he will have to get to know each and every one of his students, inside and out, and in typical Aizawa fashion, go above and beyond in order to help them. Words: 2713, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto, Tokoyami Fumikage, Dark Shadow (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Deaf Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Seizures, Depression, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Tokoyami Fumikage Acts Like a Bird, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60953209

[dreamybasil]

WOAH ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D

im an old man now.

[city-luvr]

TEASING THEM WHILE DRIVING | hq, jjk, & mha men *. ࿓

NSFW CONTENT － MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

they were driving and you were in the mood to tease them. so, you placed your hand on their lap, giving them a light massage. they raise a brow at the unexpected action. you thought they might remove it or squirm in their seat. instead, a smirk slowly forms on their lips.

they didn't remove your hand. the smirk on their face never left. you were about to take your arm back but they suddenly grab it. you thought they'd make you stay put, but you couldn't be more wrong. instead, they placed it higher, right where their thigh meets their hips. your palm was met by a sudden warmth in between their legs. your touch spreads fire that seeps into his skin and causes something inside their pants to grow.

"care to be a doll and help your man out?"

──⋟ ukai, oikawa, iwaizumi, tendou, semi, terushima, kenji, suna, kuroo, gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, choso, hawks, aizawa, bakugou, shoto, kai, dabi

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[shaisuki]

📌 day three: exhibitionism + aizawa shouta

aizawa keeps you at arm's length.

teacher assistant's especially you, that are much younger than him are recipes for trouble and ua, despite its reputation as the best hero school all over japan isn't strict about colleagues being in a relationship. romance is hard enough to find outside when your job demands you to nurture future heroes that will soon be the pillar the country.

he may have just judged you too soon that you are like the previous assistants that attempted to seduced his fellow teachers and him. you were like nothing of the sort. too focused on the more things that needed to be taken care of and desperate to get that reference to be put in your resumé and the experience.

and the worst of scrutinizing you is he's the one who's slowly doing the things that a teacher shouldn't have. he's having unnatural thoughts of you. no matter of keeping the things professional and doing each other's assigned work, you creep on his mind. his stares are no longer innocent and would wander. thinking how soft you must be under your clothing. the stockings doing their purpose of covering your legs but it doesn't do justice to hide the fullness of them and the blouse you wore, it was delightfully sinful. everything about you screams of domesticity.

your voice is polite as you asked him where to put the recently acquired files. in which he only responds with a gruff. pointing at the cabinet where should it be placed and his eyes known for its function to his quirk can't deny to tear away his gaze at your thick thighs doubling in size as you crouch to place it.

confined spaces isn't a place he's comfortable with. not with you besides him. quietly staring at numbers of elevator changing as it descends to get to the floor where a conference is being held. he keeps his gaze straight at the door when he can see himself in a suit. the sight of it makes him itch and he's already wanting to get back to his sleep and you will be there. waiting for him. shit. he curses to himself. the slacks are already bad news and from how tight it was, it will show. he's blatantly disrespecting you from the way he thinks about you.

“aizawa-sensei, you should keep your thoughts silent. it's loud.” you say to him and he froze. “you forgot i can read minds.” he studies your expression. you weren't angry but he can see the swirls in those eyes of yours being plagued with the lines of betrayal and worry. his words are stuck on his throat. he can only stare at you with those black irises of his.

“it's fine. you should have just told me.” you offered him a small shy smile. “aizawa-sensei, can i?” he swallows and his expression remain neutral but his elevated heartbeat tells you another story. your palming him in his trousers. his erection growing the more you touch him. “it's okay, you can touch me, too.” and he snakes his arm around you. grabbing your ass and it was wrong to casually touch you like this when it's his fault for not being able to keep it in his pants. giving up in the temptation. the form being taken by you.

he's hot in your palm. throbbing in your touch, his cock coated with your spit seems to grow more and is attentive to the ministrations you were doing. it's getting bigger, cum beading on the tip and it made happy that your sensei is lusting over you. seems like ages ago that you were a mere fangirl of the underground hero and now, he's putty in your touch.

you grasp firmly his length. assessing his reactions and when you get the huffs and his hips bucking for more friction, you squeeze his cock before pumping it with your hand. you didn't mind that you were doing it in a elevator with the risk of being caught but you love the thrill of it, however it's not the same to him. you know how he hates doing something in public and you consider it to finish your job done.

it's pulsing, the sound of shlick as you jerk him off and the small puffs of breath he's exhaling. a brief kiss is exchanged before going back for more. just a little longer. swiping the slit of his cock with your thumb and speeding up your pace and with a groan. he cums in your hand. cursing silently at the mess he made.

the elevator dings, signalling that you two have both arrived at the floor where a press conference is being held. none of you spoke a word, keeping it a secret of what happened and it leaves a dull ache to your heart that it will be probably the last but how wrong of you to say that.

“(y/n)? had you seen aizawa?” midnight asked you. “n-no.” you stammer before hiding your moan with a cough. she seems satisfied with your answer before leaving the room. twirling the pen between your fingers before a shaky moan escapes your lips. the pen falls in the cool surface as you gripped the corners of your desk.

your tugged the man's hair below your desk. feasting on your fat cunt with your creamy thighs wrapped around his head. “aizawa-sensei.” you call him. your thighs quivering, a sign of your impending orgasm and with a silent scream you came on his mouth. his face surfaces between your thighs. licking the corners of his mouth before emerging. that was close but you two didn't care. it was a new thing that was happening between too.

aizawa's more than happy. who knew he did like fucking you all over the school with a chance of being caught.

[keulixeutin]

Aizawa: I trust my class. If they say they didn’t do it, then they didn’t do it

[ Five minutes later ]

Aizawa: Alright. Which one of you did it?

[g1ucose]

warning: idiots in love

aizawa x teacher! reader

being the new UA math teacher, young and pretty. All the students love you and the way you teach and the other teachers sing praises at you for your work ethic. All the teachers, except— except shota aizawa.

shota aizawa. the quiet, mostly reclused man that never seemed to warm up to you. ever. attending the UA staff party, he didn’t even bother glance your way to greet you his low eyes focusing on nursing the alcohol in his cup instead.

when the line between sober and slightly drunk started to blur he gets familiar with you. drunken giggles fall from your lips, making his warm ones curl into a small smile. but ofcourse a small conversation doesn’t get you far with him, his upstandingly unbothered atitude still intact the following day.

you hand him a pile of papers to mark, hoping he’d atleast spare you a glance of more than two seconds but to no avail. You sigh defeated turning around to leave but you hear a squeak of the chair behind you and a suave slightly hesitant, “would you like to get drinks— after school?” his deep cool voice tickles your eardrums and you swivel around almost loosing your balance, “Oh! Yes—yeah! Of-course!” you stutter out leaning awkwardly on the table beside you. You laugh, embarrassed and he’s sweating clenching his jaw to try and find a charismatic response to woo you. “—See you later?” You ask breaking the weird atmosphere and he nods as he slowly turns away from you, his face flushed pink.

nemuri watches from behind her computer screen, rolling her eyes. now she gets why the idiot is so cold towards you. men are stupid, she concludes returning to her working of filing students mid-term grades.

[boy-pussyyy]

ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ (ᴄᴀᴛ!ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ᴀᴜ) 🐈

characters: SYLUS (love and deepspace), silco (arcane), NANAMI, geto (jjk), chrollo (hxh), AIZAWA, overhaul (bnha), SUGA (haikyuu)

tw: ddde, noncon, fake stockholm syndrome, mild electrocution, spanking, gore, mindbreak, reader does not have a good time, not beta'd

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

"what did we learn?"

broken sobs are his only answer, your body trembling in his unyielding hold. you choke on a gasp, the sharp tang of dried blood lingering in your mouth.

calloused hands manoeuvre you up onto his chest. he wipes your tears, other hand moving to grab your tail. fire laces up your spine, and you whine into his collarbone.

"don't be a brat," he snaps. "if you can't give me an answer, we're starting over."

tears burn behind your eyelids, threatening to spill over at the mere thought of repeating the torture.

he lifts your chin to meet his steely gaze, and shame burns in your belly as you recall how you'd gotten into this situation in the first place.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

it had been weeks of playing along; being a perfect captive, a loving pet who wakes him up by lapping at his cock untill it's leaking, fat droplets of precum heavy on your tongue when he comes to. a soft body who eagerly greats him each night after a long day at work.

in return, he spoils you rotten, gifting you the best fish money can buy, crystal nail files, the softest beds and blankets.

you have everything you could possibly want. everything except freedom.

he'd caught you eyeing the windows once, the beginnings of a reprimand on his tongue until he saw what had caught your attention.

a yellow bird perched on the windowsill.

he huffed in amusement, smiling at the way your tail swished back and forth.

the world had narrowed into the bird before you. you crouched low, manicured nails extending into claws, as you leapt—

only for him to catch you before you could smack into the glass.

he chuckles at the glare you give him. "Oh kitten, where would you be without me?"

he gave you a collar that night. a shiny metal band embedded with diamonds.

"a pretty collar for my pretty pet."

it took every ounce of your self control not to scratch his eyes out when he clipped it onto your slender neck, claws digging into your palms when he pressed a kiss to your nose.

you decide right there and then that you'd spent enough time gaining his trust. you're a predator, not a stupid pet.

you start planning your escape in the days to come. you know his schedule by heart. he always leaves for work at the same time. every door and window is locked, except the awning leading to the backyard since that's where he hangs the laundry to dry.

it's twenty minutes after he pulls out of the driveway when you spring into action.

you lose track of the time it takes you to shimmy through the window but the sun is high in the sky when you finally squeeze out the other side.

you sprint across the yard, heart soaring as you feel the sun on your face and the grass beneath your feet for the first time since he'd captured you.

but your joy is short lived when a jolt of pain laces down your body, joints locking as you hit the ground hard.

you've barely gotten to your feet when the backyard door swings open, revealing your captor.

and he looks livid.

his chest heaves, eyes narrowed as he clutches a strange-looking device in his hand.

"get over here. now."

you hiss, bearing your teeth at him as you dig into the collar, willing the stupid piece of metal to give.

there's no warning when the same sensation runs through your spine and you seize. it's as if you've been set on fire, a seering pain seeping into every part of your body, into your very bones.

you're dragged into the house by the scruff of your neck, and you scream as you're thrown onto the bed.

he folds his sleeves up, revealing his muscular forearms as he stalks towards you. "I'm giving you one last chance to apologise and maybe I'll lessen your punishment if you're convincing enough."

you glare at him with your back to the headboard. "i hate you."

his patience snaps and he lunges. a scream is torn from your throat as he grabs you, trashing when you're put over his knee.

you hear the slap before you feel it. then the pain settles in. you shriek as he brings his hand down in quick succession, setting your backside aflame.

"I've treated you like a queen. spoiled you rotten, and this is the thanks i get?" he lands three consecutive slaps at the last few words, heedless of the way you cry and scream.

"s-stop— stop!"

he doesn't relant, hands firm on your trembling frame. a shudder goes through you when he grabs your tail, legs kicking uselessly as he wraps it around his palm like a bandage before yanking.

you howl, claws raking back in reflex. something catches on your nail, as you cut through something hot and fleshy.

"fuck!"

the world spins as you're shoved off him. you scramble to your feet, poised to run, but your breath catches at the sight before you.

blood drips from his right eye, pooling on the silken sheets. despite the angle and his hand blocking the wound, you know that your nails had done its damage. and your heart stops when he pins his burning gaze on you.

you half expect him to break your hand for your insubordination, when he slinks off to the nearby dresser. there's a metallic sound as he rumanages through it but you don't for a second take your eyes off him.

he removes his hand and this time you do gasp when you see the state his eye is in. ignoring the no-doubt burning pain, he stalks over to you, taking advantage of your shell-shocked state to cuff your hands to the bedframe.

his breath is hot on your face and you flinch when blood drips onto your lips.

he tugs at the handcuffs, testing the hold before he snatches your treacherous hand up. "do you know what happens to insolent strays who hurt their masters?

"they get declawed."

it isn't until he brings pliers to your nails that the reality of your situation sinks in.

you trash in his hold but by then it's too late. he pins your kicking legs down under his thighs with ease, ignoring every plea that slips from your bitten lips.

you gag violently, expelling the contents of your stomach with the first nail is ripped off.

you're delirious with pain once the fifth nail has been pried off; babbling apologies and promises to never run away again.

by the time he's done, black spots cloud your vision and you can do nothing more than tremble in his grip, dripping in blood and sweat. ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

a sharp slap to your cheek brings you back to the moment. you blink the spots away, shrinking back when you meet his darkened gaze.

"so what did we learn?"

your voice is hoarse when you speak, throat sore due to all the screaming. "n-not to... to run away."

"is that it?" the disappointment in his tone makes you whimper and you hasten to correct yourself.

"that you have my-my best interests at h-heart and i- I'm stupid and i shouldn't leave you. a-and i... i love you," you add weakly, hoping it would appease him.

the furrow between his eyebrows smooths out and he pets the top of your head; gently, the way he used to do on this very bed when the two of you cuddled after a round or two.

"it's my fault," he sighs and you melt at the sound. anything is better than his anger. "i misjudged how brainwashed you were with your old colony. how you might still be holding on to any delusions that you belong out there. that you're a wildling and not a pretty little housepet."

his hand lowers to the back of your neck, pulling you into a soft kiss, the kind you used to indulge in when you were bored and he was convenient way to sate your lust.

but then he pulls back and you feel your heart shatter when he utters his next words.

"don't worry, sweetheart, I'll fuck the stupidity out of you. breed you until you're nice and round with my seed. then you'll truly be housebroken."

ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

[alena-draws]

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We're back for Chapter 4 of my sfw Bakudeku Comic! If you have missed the first chapters, I suggest downloading (the links for chapters 1-2 aren't updated on my posts and don't work, but you could just go back on my blog). The file linked above is too big for virus scan, but here's a slightly worse quality file which is smaller!)

A huge thank you to @mamapyjama for beta reading these chapters! And thank YOU all for sticking along or maybe deciding to drop by for a first read- comics like these take time and patience to create, and your comments have kept me motivated for all those months! <3 Now to my own comments to the pages above:

I was wondering about what to do with Shoto in this cover, and then it came to me. (this is for you SeroRoki lovers out there)

Please note Aizawa morphing into Monoma when no one is looking. (It was an accident but when I noticed it, it was too funny not to leave in)

[jesswritesthat]

Aizawa Shōta: Takoyaki

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~0.5k, fluff

Warnings: None

>>>>——————————>

Gladly you took a seat at the nearby seating area, watching as the authorities secured the area and criminals you'd recently incarcerated alongside Eraser Head.

"Are you being serious?" It was spoken in that usual deadpan tone, a hint of disapproval lacing it oh so well, Eraser crossing his arms boredly when coming to stand next to you.

Regardless you looked up at him innocently wearing that smile he knew all too well, the one that told him no matter what he claimed, he’d lose this discussion.

"You’re aware we just arrested the stall owners for smuggling."

This made you hum in acknowledgment, twirling your chopsticks between your fingers after eating one of the culinary delights.

"I am, but their Takoyaki is too good to pass up." Your casual response left the hero giving an exasperated sigh and a tilt of his head when emphasising his point like it’d change your mind at all.

"Criminals (Y/n)."

"And talented cooks Shōta." Again you justified with an upbeat tone that left him sighing at you incredulously, it didn’t deter you from your elaboration though. "They did vegetarian, ponzu, spicy..."

"Enough, I get it."

Victory. Aizawa had conceded once more, burying his face in his signature scarf and sparing a glance to law enforcement slamming the van doors closed. You however came prepared, whipping out a spare pair of chopsticks and gently tapping the ravenettes’ elbow with them.

"Want some?"

Again you received a suspicious side eye, scanning your frame and then narrowing his eyes at the cuisine.

"Fine." Reluctantly he sat beside you and accepted the sticks with a small quirk of his lips that you counted as a smile.

It was only natural that you shared the portion between you both, after trying the first takoyaki Aizawa breathed a thoughtful sigh.

“It’s not bad.”

“I mean it is bad, with the criminal activity as seasoning and all. Thanks for the assist by the way, I miss working with you on the field.”

Aizawa only ate another takoyaki to avoid commenting on your humour, but pushed the final one over to your side with his chopsticks before replying to you in a lower tone.

“It’s still my job, and working beside you is… pleasant.” Before you had the opportunity to sarcastically respond to his apathetic ‘sentiment’, you were interrupted by the officers calling over to you.

“(H/n)! Are you able accompany us for back up and to file your report on the case?”

Eraser Head pulled up his binding cloth once more and readjusted his glasses, offering you his hand and then taking the rubbish to dispose of.

“You go, I’ll see you at home (Y/n).”

“Of course, I’ll bring back more takoyaki~” Came your cheerful farewell, waving back to Shōta who only shoved a hand in his pocket after dismissive swish.

“How do you intend to do that when your chefs are currently incarcerated?” This time there was a detection of wit in his voice, a characteristic that would’ve been unnoticeable to those who didn’t know him well.

“I’m full of surprises, that’s one of the reasons why you love me right?”

“There are far more reasons above that one, I assure you.” Shōta rolled his eyes, directing his gaze to the illuminated street in order to hide his vulnerability. “Guess I’ll see if I can find something to accompany your takoyaki.”

Aizawa may not be the most expressive in terms of emotion, but had his own personal ways of showing he loved you - even if it was coming to see you on your patrol.

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