Workin’ at your desk, trying to figure out course work for your college or university classes, when suddenly, a cup of fresh coffee is placed gently next to your hand. You glance up, eyes sad and stressed, shoulders hunched and aching, not sure what to expect. It’s three o'clock in the morning. Your boyfriend shouldn’t be awake at this hour; not when he has classes to teach in less than five hours. Nevertheless, Aizawa stares back at you with exhausted orbs and a small smile. His black locks are ruffled, probably from stirring in his sleep, but he doesn’t look pissed. On the contrary, his expression puts you at ease.

“Here.” He nudges the cup closer to your hand. “If you’re going to pull an all-nighter, do your body a favour.”

He lightly massages your tense shoulders for a moment before kissing you on the head and excusing himself. He doesn’t want to bother you; he simply wants to show you how much he supports you, with small acts of kindness. It’s back to bed for him.

Get So Lucky - Aizawa

+Even being all grown up, people get nervous about intimacy. Aizawa and you had been together for a while but have yet to do anything. In reality, both of you have to busy to think about that stuff. The both of you have been pining to do such things but again haven’t acted. It’s not until on an ever rare slow day that a little teasing from Mic changes things.

For some reason the kids have been more stressful than usual so Aizawa has been more than usual as well. He and you are in the Teacher’s lounge relaxing. Mic kept giving me looks while darting his eyes over to a napping Aizawa. I gave him a questioning look and he groaned out loud. He held his hands and pointed at us before locking his hands together.

“No!” I yelped in embarrassment. Shota jumped next to me and looked at me concerned.

“Something wrong, Kitty?” He asked in a sleepy voice. I quickly shook my head, blushing. Mic burst out laughing and I quickly Glared at him. Aizawa glanced behind him at his best friend and just rolled  eyes. “I don’t want to know after all it seems. Just try to be quiet please.”

“Sorry love. We’ll try.” I got up as he set his head down to go back to sleep comfortably. I marched over to Mic and yanked him out the door. He covered his mouth to cover the yelp that came from my actions.

“ What?!” He yelped as we stood outside the door.

“You know exactly what you imbecile. I can’t and you know it.” I crossed my arms over my chest and leant against the wall.

“ Why not? I know you went too. I can go as far as to say both of you want to.” I perked up at his words. He smiled Cheekily.

“Really? He does too?” He nodded before leaving on the wall next to me.

“ Yeah he does. He just hasn’t yet and I don’t know why.” He admitted. He scratched his head in wonder and confusion. He looked at me. “ Why exactly have YOU not instigated it? Huh?” I looked away.

“He’s been rather busy lately and I don’t want to distract him from his work. Especially when the kids are doing so well. Plus I don’t have the confidence to make the first move. I, uh, no.” I clammed up and hunkered down into myself.

“ Hey, it’s okay. I get it. No rush.” He soothed. “We should go back in before he wakes up and gets suspicious.” He stuck his thumb back towards the door. I nodded and walked back in. We Saw he was still knocked out. I sat down in front of him and he stirred, looking at me with tired eyes. I smiled and went back to the papers I was grading. Motion from behind Aizawa caught my attention again. Mic was making smooching faces and I just rolled my eyes and made a teapot from the counter fly and hit him in the head.

“Ah!” He yelped and grabbed head in pain. Aizawa glanced at him before shaking his head.

“I swear, you two are sometimes just as bad as my class.” He chuckled and adjusted to lay his head on his arm, looking at me.

“You complain but you secretly love it. Don’t deny it.” I said giggling. We all went quiet except for Mic’s whimpering and rubbing his head.

My mind wandered back to the conversation. He really wants to hold hands with me? Really? I internally groaned. I am acting like a lovesick teenager. I ran a hand down my face in annoyance. I went back to grading and thinking. I must have spaced out while thinking and completely stopped moving.

“What’s got you thinking so hard?” Aizawa asked suddenly. I jumped at the sudden noise. I looked at him.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“ You’re thinking about something rather hard. I’m just curious about what that is.” He asked, looking at me with now bright eyes.

“Oh, you wouldn’t be interested in what I am thinking about.” I waved him off. He shook his head before sitting up.

“I’ll alway be interested when it comes to you, Sweetheart.” He smiled warmly. I smiled back and looked down again. “So what’s got you thinking so hard? Hm?”

“Well, Um… I…” I signed and bit my lip. A sudden boost of confidence bloomed in my chest and I reached forward and grabbed his hand. He stalled for a moment. He looked between our hands and my face for a moment in surprise before a small blush dusted his cheeks.

“That’s what.” I said blushing. He hummed in acknowledgement and shifted. I felt his fingers tighten around mine as he laid his head back down, getting comfortable again. I looked up into his black eyes. They were soft and inviting. “I feel like I’m acting like a kid being that nervous to hold your hand .” I admitted. He chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“Any sort of intimacy with a person. At any age.” He said gently. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll admit I was nervous too. ” My eyes widened in surprise at it.

“ Really?” He nodded and started rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

“ Yeah, I was. I wasn’t sure how you felt about it and where we were in our relationship so I waited. I didn’t want to rush you or anything.” I felt a jolt of pure admiration and happiness flow through me.

“How did Iget so lucky?” I said out loud. I covered my mouth but it was too late. He smiled widely and chuckled. I hid my face, turning away. A soft pull on my hand made me look back at him.

“I think the real question is how I got so lucky.” He said. His eyes were sparkling and full of loving emotions. I tried to think of something to say but nothing came

to mind.

“Awww.” A loud coo was heard in the room. Both of us quickly looked at Mie, who we both apparently forgot was in the room. I saw a flash of red from Aizawa as I threw the same teapot at Mic’s head again. He screeched and fled the room. I flinched at the high tone but laughed at his reaction.

“I’m guessing that’s what happened earlier when he yelped? The teapot?”

“Yep. Sure is.”

“Why?” He cocked his head.

“I thought you didn’t want to know?” I jested. He just gave me a bitch face. “He was teasing me about this.” I held up our hands.

“Both times? Even when you two went out to talk in the hallway when you thought I was asleep?” I blanched but nodded.

“Do you ever actually sleep?” I asked. He chuckled before relaxing again. He set his head down and brought our hands to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.

“Yes, but it’s easier when you’re around. You left the room and I noticed immediately that you were gone so I woke up.” He shrugged. “I sleep better when you are around too, you know.”

“You’re so sweet, you know that right?” I propped my head on my free hand.

“Don’t let that get out to my students or you’ll have detention .” He gave me a smirk.

“I’d like to see that Mr. Aizawa. But I would suggest Mic get detention first.” I subtly pointed towards the door where Mic was peeking in.

“Hizashi!! Seriously?” Aizawa groaned out loud and buried his head in his arms. I laughed at him and the quick disappearance of Mic’s head. A loud yawn from Aizawa made one look at him again.

“Go back to sleep, love. You need it.” I said softly.

“You won’t go anywhere, right?” He asked with a small voice.

“I won’t go anywhere, I promise.” I rubbed my thumb over his and he fell back asleep.

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❄️ Home for The Holidays ❄️

My Secret Santa gift for Anilysium. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings; none, just some cute fluff.

Pairing; Aizawa x reader

Aizawa wasn’t known for his outgoing personality or upstanding social ability, if anything he was best known for his reputation of a firm, fierce teacher and remarkable Hero. While you wouldn’t deny either of those assessments, you knew better than to fall for the hardened exterior he always portrayed. Getting that cold exterior to crumble took time, rather than caving in like an avalanche he melted like snow on pine. A painstaking process, but the beauty of watching the frigid man bloom into an open book was extraordinary. The mask he wears to keep people from getting too close or comfortable sheds the moment he’s alone with you;

You huff, string of lights in hand as you glare daggers at the top of the door frame. It was the last thing you wanted to decorate, already having finished your garlands and white lights through the rest of the apartment. Aizawa had done his best to assist you whenever possible, but between the numerous villain attacks on UA and trying to keep up with the regular school curriculum, he didn’t have nearly as much time to help prep for the holidays as either of you would like.

Stretching high, balancing on the tips of your toes, you strain again to try to get the rope of Forest green to catch on the clear hooks Aizawa had put in for you to make decorating a breeze. Two arms wrap around your waist, lifting you from the floor to be near eye-level with the top of the doorway. Instinctively, you giggle, glancing back at the long-haired man holding you before finally placing the insufferable decor. Aizawa continues to hold you in silence, quietly admiring the way you fuss over the little details to satisfy your perfectionism.

It’s not until you make a soft chirp of satisfaction, head bobbing in approval that he finally sets you down on your feet. The second you touch down, he has you spinning to face him, whisking you into his chest as he bows his head down to place his lips against yours. The kiss is soft and warm, a comfort washing over you like gentle waves on white sand. Smiling, your hands move to cup either side of his jaw, the pads of your fingers rubbing against the scruff that lines his chin.

Everyone else sees the steeled faced, narrow eyed, hardened Eraser Head. But standing in the entrance of your kitchen, you see softened eyes of onyx that shine with sheer adoration. The straight-lined lips that only seem to frown or stay in schooled neutrality in public crack when he’s in your presence. With his arms wrapped around your waist, all he can do is beam with pride, the source of his joy in front of him.

No, the Aizawa Shouta the world sees is not the man that stands before you. His hardened shell sheds the moment he walks through the apartment threshold, transforming into the softened, compassionate partner you’ve grown used to.

“Well, hello, Stranger,” you tease with a giggle before rising on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. “No Villains making you work overtime?”

“Not today,” there’s a subtle bitterness in his response, knowing that the lull in attacks is bound to come to an end.

Picking up the way his muscles begin to tense as scenarios bombard his mind, you reel him back to reality with a low chuckle, “how kind of them. I appreciate them giving me quality time with my husband.” Dark orbs narrow on you for a moment, taking in the playful grin painted on your face and the exaggeration of your sarcastic gratitude towards the group of individuals who make spending time with your partner a task.

A soft sigh spills from him, another smile cracking across his lips and he presses his forehead to yours. Soft, cool air brushes against your face as he breathes through his nose, merely soaking in the quiet moment with his wife. “I’ve missed you.” He whispers it like a prayer in the midst of the night, a secret meant to be shared between only him and the divinity that stands before him.

Your hands slip from cupping his jaw to rest against either side of his neck. Stepping closer, you drop your head to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. His scent fills your nostrils, a warm comfort of oak and honey. There’s an unspoken guilt he feels for always getting caught up in his work, but you never take it personally, and you do your best to assure him you’ll never hold the actions of others against him. In truth, every villain attack that keeps him you only makes you fret; worried about his well-being, if he’ll come home to you, if today is the today you’ll have to say goodbye to the love of your life.

Today, it’s not a concern. Not as you hold him in your arms, hear his voice murmur in your ear, feel the beating of his chest against your own.

“I love you,” you whisper with the same conviction as he’d spoken with a few moments before. He doesn’t say it back, but the way he gingerly pulls away from you to pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look up so he can press his lips to yours, speaks heaven’s above anything he could say.

⚠️K!nktober/nnn Day 2 with Aizawa and fem y/n! Prompt used: B0ndæge

NOTHING SUS BOUT THIS TUMBLR HES JUST HOLDING HER AND BEING INNOCENT ….

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