How Aizawa would react to y/n requesting to cuddle !!!
(Aizawa x Reader)
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Shota’s entire frame seems to deflate, the heavy-duty tension that’s been holding his spine rigid finally giving way to a weary, soul-deep exhaustion. The request for a "cuddle", something so simple and trusting, is the only thing capable of pulling him out of the dark, work consumed struggle he's been through.
"Logically..." he starts, his voice a wrecked, sandpaper rasp that cracks mid-sentence. He clears his throat, his dark eyes softening as they search your face. "Logically, that’s the best use of our time."
He doesn't let go of your hand as he helps you up from the sofa. He moves with a slow, territorial grace, his large, scarred body acting as a human shield between you and the rest of the world as he guides you toward the bedroom. The house is silent, the perimeter locked down tight.
Once you’re at the bed, he doesn't just lie down, he pulls the covers back with a protective efficiency before ushering you in. He follows immediately, his heavy frame sinking into the mattress beside you.
He doesn't just cuddle you, he envelopes you.
Shota pulls you flush against his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around you in a heavy-duty, grounding embrace that leaves zero millimeters of air between your bodies. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his messy black hair fanning out over your shoulder as he lets out a long, shuddering sigh of pure, unadulterated relief.
"Stay," he mutters into your skin, the word a raw, wet vibration. "Just like this. Don't... don't move."
His heart is thudding a slow, rhythmic "thump-thump" against your back, a steady drumbeat of a man who has finally brought his prize back to the center of the fortress. He’s nuzzling your temple, his stubble grazing your skin as he inhales the scent of your vanilla and warmth, using it to drown out the lingering stench of the station and the memory of everyones voice.
"I’ve got you, y/n," he whispers, his grip tightening just a fraction as his eyes finally begin to drift shut. "The perimeter is secure. Nothing... absolutely nothing... is getting to you tonight."
He’s obsessed, he’s exhausted, and he’s currently one "trusting" breath away from finally falling into a protective, sleep, but even in his dreams, he’s marking his territory.
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