Failed Supernova

A blog dedicated to fanfiction and headcanons of Shota Aizawa, a fictional character from Boku no Hero Academia. Some of my posts are NSFW, so DO NOT read if you're a minor. NSFW posts will be flagged by "NSFW / +18 only".

Please don't repost my content. Likes, reblogs & comments are appreciated, though!

I accept both SFW and NSFW requests.

1. I'm more familiar with writing for Fem & GN readers.

2. I'm only accepting requests for Aizawa.

3. I don't feel comfortable writing student X teacher dynamics unless it's strictly platonic.

4. I may or may not take time to respond to your request. Please do not take it personally.

Masterlist

ONE-SHOTS

Unexpected Guest NSFW

Another troubled night SFW

From Shadows to Strength SFW

Burnout SFW

Another sail into hell SFW

Woods and whispers SFW

Caffeine addictive SFW

Demon!Aizawa SFW

Matchmaker's Quirk: Love Blooms SFW

Trimmed SFW

Love bite SFW

SERIES

- Thanks to the Elevator

Part 1 SFW Part 2 Light NSFW Part 3 SFW

Part 4 NSFW Part 5 SFW

- Aizawa's sick day

Part 1 SFW Part 2 SFW Part 3 SFW

HEADCANONS

Nice costume, nice view NSFW

A hellish week SFW

Welcome home SFW

Little family SFW

A heartbreaking fight SFW

S/O hostage SFW

Eraserhead X Dabi combat SFW

Soft Yandere Aizawa NSFW

Shared interests SFW

Midnight commands SFW

Beneath the surface SFW

Family ties SFW

Random headcanons SFW

Spicy headcanons NSFW

MASTERLIST

Featuring: Shota Aizawa • Words: 1.3K+

CW: NSFW | 18+ only. MDNI. Kink description, explicit sex language, implied heterosexual dynamics.

Shota has a sensitive neck and ears. All it takes is a kiss on his neck or a lick on his ear to make him melt. He's also weak to nibbles or whispers - it turns him on a lot, and if you dare to do any of those things, you better not stop there.

Shota is a switch. He likes to take control in bed and enjoys being dominant, but he also likes to be on the bottom and be taken care of from time to time.

Shota can be quite the demanding one, but when he's not dominating, he likes to be gentle and sweet. He can act pretty much vanilla when he's stuck in a rough routine. (It doesn't mean it won't be good, though.)

On the other hand, he can engage in hard-core stuff as well. Gotta a rough, BDSM kink? Talk it out – he's in the game.

He likes to spank you and punish you when you're being a brat. (You're always a brat just so he has an excuse to punish you). 

Aizawa didn't have toys of his own aside from ropes he bought to use on you. He's not against using toys, though – if you have them and want to use them, he'll do so; if you'd like to acquire a new one, he'll buy it, too. It's just something he didn't have before you asked for it.

He sometimes lets (or explicitly asks) you to take the lead. Sometimes, he's just so tired and stressed out from work that all he wants to do is get home to have you ride or go down on him.

And how he loves your lips there! Don't get me wrong – he loves to give you oral, too. (In fact, he'll drive you mad and have you begging whenever he eats you out). But honestly, if he had to choose, he'd say he would rather receive it than give it. Your mouth is just too good. 

He has high stamina and can go on for hours, but oral is something that can bring him to climax and wear him out quite fast if you're not careful enough to let him last longer.

When he feels like himself, he usually goes for the second round. But when he's exhausted from work, he'll want to finish after the first. Sometimes, he goes for the third one, but it's rarer. He feels rather tired after the second one. Usually, when he goes for the third, it's way quicker than the other two.

Aizawa has a praise kink. He likes pet names, little compliments, and to be told about how good he is and how great he's making you feel. He wants to prove his worth, and hearing you praise him makes him feel good about himself. 

He loves your thighs. He'll squeeze them, nibble them, suck on the inner sides, and kiss all the way up to your core to have you squeeze his head between them.

Hair pulling is a must. Both yours and his. If you do it the right way (mild force but firm grip right above the nape), you might even yank a moan out of him. 

Shota likes to be marked and to mark you. He'll make sure to leave at least one hickey somewhere in your body every time you're intimate (usually, he leaves more than one). He doesn't like to show it around, of course. But he likes knowing he has a mark you left on his skin under his clothes. 

He didn't know this, but he has very sensitive nipples. Once you find out about this, it's a whole new world of pleasure you can unravel on his body for him. But be careful! It's a new sensation to him, and he can become easily overwhelmed at that spot.

He's not opposed to pegging. In fact, he likes it – but only if it's done with care and gently. He won't let you do that if he doesn't trust you enough for fear of getting hurt.

Shota LOVES to tease. To make you beg for mercy. To have you whimpering his name, hoping he'll grant you what you so desperately need. It makes him feel powerful to hold your pleasure like that. He'll let you reach your peak afterward, but not without a long road of pleading. 

However, when it's you who is teasing... God forbid the punishment you'll get once you're done with him. He is an absolute BRAT when he's getting teased and will misbehave a lot. (Still loves it in the end).

Aizawa doesn't care much about giving you anal – he'll probably never ask for it. He doesn't see much sense in putting unnecessary strain on your body, especially that you might not be comfortable with. So, if you actually like it, you'll have to ask him directly. (Maybe even talk to him beforehand, to let him know clearly that he won't hurt you).

Because, yes, he's terrified of hurting you unintentionally in that sense. He'll immediately stop if he senses that you're uncomfortable at any point.

And when he does inflict pain on you intentionally because he knows you like it, he'll always start gently and progress slowly to see your level of comfort. He will always check on you.

Talking is another must. Shota takes sex very seriously, and that's not something he does with just anyone. So, before you get to that point with him, you'll have to make things clear and set boundaries for the both of you to be comfortable.

Shota is not very vocal when he's on top since he gets too focused on pleasuring you. Usually, he only makes some low grunt sounds, depending on the intensity of the moment. When he gets closer to climaxing, he'll hold back his moans, but you'll still know he's getting close because his breathing gets a lot heavier and louder. And sometimes, he growls when he finally comes.

However, if you're the one on top, he can relax further and it becomes easier for you to get a moan out of him. Still, they're usually low and breathy. 

On the other hand, he LOVES to hear your voice. Whether you're moaning, whimpering, or whispering, it gets him really aroused and makes the whole experience a lot more enjoyable for him. He will also praise you for that quite often. 

Shota also has a breeding kink. The thought of getting you pregnant with his child makes him excited, but he'll never push it if you're not into the idea. Still, he likes to come inside you and will ask your permission for him to do so once you become regular with each other. He'll stop asking once you two get close (he tends to let you know when it's coming, though). If you don't like having him spreading his seeds inside you, he'll pull out and finish on your belly, back, or thighs. 

Shota is not open about which position he likes the most, but you can tell which ones he enjoys since he often goes with the missionary or horizontal cowgirl positions. He likes to have your bodies pressed together and to see your face when you're intimate. He loves the sense of intimacy and connection it gives him.

He's not very talkative during aftercare. However, he'll always ask you how you're feeling and if you need anything (like water, for example). He'll get up to provide you with whatever you ask him and will help you clean up, but afterward, all he wants to do is cuddle with you in silence and stroke your hair or rub your back. 

He also loves it when it's you the one caressing, but he might fall asleep pretty fast that way, so he doesn't always let you do that because he feels guilty for leaving you awake.

In general, Aizawa believes that sex is not something banal one does with just anyone but rather an activity to do passionately with someone he trusts and cares about.

MASTERLIST

Featuring: Aizawa • Words: 865

CW: Mentions of anxiety, overprotectiveness that comes off as possessiveness, stress and burnout, insecurities, physical discomfort (nausea and mild bleeding), jealousy, potentially toxic relationships, emotional neglect.

Aizawa hates to drive, seriously. He'll likely just let you drive his car when you two go somewhere together (if you know how to drive and don't mind doing it yourself) since traffic makes him stressed. He gets anxious in traffic jams and might even get nauseous if stuck in one. He also tends to speed. If you don’t know how to drive, he’ll still drive for the two of you when needed, but you’ll have to bear with these manias of his and may want to find a way to make him less stressed while driving. 

He often gets overprotective of you. He tries his best not to but his anxiety gets the best of him sometimes, and he may act on it and make you feel like he's being possessive. If you’re more of an independent and self-sufficient person, you might get annoyed by it sometimes too, as it may seem like he doesn’t trust you enough to take care of yourself. That happens when he doesn’t voice out his concerns properly (which he often doesn’t), but in reality, he's only worried and wants to keep you safe.

He’s a devoted partner but may hurt you unintentionally, especially if you’re not good at voicing your concerns out loud too. He benefits a lot from someone straightforward about feelings that helps make it more clear to him.

He likes to sleep with his head on your chest. It makes him feel secure and it's one of the very few things that puts his mind at ease.

Aizawa has a knack for fixing things around the house. Whether it's a leaky faucet or a malfunctioning appliance, he's the go-to person for household repairs, preferring to handle things himself rather than calling a professional. (Once, he fixed the coffee maker that had stopped heating, for which you had already accepted the fate of simply buying another one.)

Despite his gruff demeanor and rough, calloused hands, Aizawa has a surprisingly tender touch. He's adept at giving soothing massages or comforting hugs, which always makes you feel loved and cared for.

He’s not naive, but because of his fierce loyalty and sense of responsibility, he may get himself stuck in toxic relationships if paired with such people. It might take him a while to get out of it and recover, since he may give in to manipulations for feelings of guilt and responsibility. (Even when he’s just being coerced into believing so). Rationally, he notices when he’s being used or manipulated but struggles not to fall into the trap anyway. But when he’s done, he IS DONE for real. ~shit might get ugly. 

Honestly? He likes to be called 'baby' or 'babe'. He gets all fuzzy inside. (It comes from a deeper need to be cared for that neither he knew he had, due to all the stress he undergoes). But he'll never admit that. “Darling” and “sweetheart” also work sometimes.

Likewise, he'll melt whenever you refer to him as "my man." If you're married, it'll also happen with "my husband."

Shota has a sensitive scalp. If you caress his hair in the right spot, he shivers and goosebumps erupt all over him. It is also a trick you can use to make him fall asleep pretty fast.

He's touch-starved. Really. Just give the man some hugs. (He'll shove anyone that's not that one person off, though).

Aizawa is a man who keeps his hygienic needs in check, but honestly, tidiness is the first thing he neglects when he’s overwhelmed with work. He’s not overly messy, but things will start to pile up if he’s working extra hours. Some not-so-obvious things may also end up going unnoticed by him. (He doesn't remember when it was the last time he washed his capture weapon).

Shota tends to bite or pick on his lips when he is nervous or stressed out, which can cause them to crack and bleed a bit. He gets self-conscious about it from time to time and usually doesn’t notice he’s doing it until it’s already bleeding and he feels the metallic taste in his mouth.

He is jealous of his favorite mug and might get pouty even if it’s you who is using it. He’ll try his very best not to let it show. (It is still clear anyway). Leave the poor man’s mug alone.

He is aware of his good looks but he still feels insecure about his worn out appearance. That's why he gets embarrassed easily if you compliment him about it. (Call him handsome or sexy and you'll have a tomato in front of you).

If he had to choose a flavor, he would say bitter, but he has a slight secret sweet tooth. (HE ATE THE LAST PIECE OF CHOCOLATE CAKE).

Aizawa is good at cooking but he prefers to eat the food you make (he always helps you clean up the dishes after dinner, though). However, if you're sick or feeling more tired than usual, he will refuse to let you do either of those things, and you better not defy him when he tells you to sit your butt on the couch and let him cook for the night. 

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,1 K

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic & cheesy stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW.

It was a quiet night, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance across the room, the gentle light reflecting off the walls adorned with framed memories of shared experiences. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane only added to the comforting cocoon of the bedroom that had long turned into a sanctuary from the outside world.

Aizawa sat propped up against the headboard, engrossed in a book, his features softened by the gentle light. Beside him, you nestled comfortably against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you idly traced patterns on his chest. The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the occasional turn of another page or soft sighs of contentment.

"Would you like to have dinner now, love? I can go fix something for us if you're hungry." You mentioned, noticing you two have been cuddling like this for a while now, and it was getting late.

"I'd like to stay like this for a while longer, actually. I'm really comfy right now. I don't wanna move." He responded in a soft, relaxed voice, contrasting the stern one he usually wears at work.

After nodding your agreement, you moved just enough to place a gentle kiss on his jawline, and your lips inadvertently brushed against a spot on his neck, causing him to tense slightly. You paused, noticing his sudden stiffness, and looked up to meet his eyes, searching for more clues on his reaction.

"You're really affectionate tonight," Aizawa says with an even softer tone than before. While lowering his book to his lap, Shouta snakes an arm around your shoulders and pulls you back against him, moving his hand up to caress your hair.

That action makes you smile, and you lean your head on his shoulder again. "Well, I am affectionate when it comes to you… I thought you already knew that."

A quiet, breathy chuckle comes from within his chest and he says, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Oh, I'm not complaining. It's… really nice."

Your heart flutters, and you lift your head to look at him with big, loving eyes. His eyes are soft, a rare expression that he wears only in moments like this, and his cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him. He looks so… homely, like a breath of fresh air. All you want to do is shove him all the love and affection you can muster.

So, without thinking twice, you lean in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. The skin is warm against your lips, and his stubble causes a rough sensation to your lips, but you don't mind.

You lean back to allow yourself a moment to really look at him, and the usual sternness is replaced by an endearing warmth. It's a look that makes him appear vulnerable, open, and surprisingly captivating.

The contrast between his usual stoic demeanor and this softer side of him leaves you amazed, wondering how someone can exude such strength and yet look so irresistibly adorable at the same time.

Closing your eyes, you lean in to press your lips against his cheek again, unable to contain yourself as the temptation is too big. And what you end up doing is a little more intense than a kiss. Instead, you part your lips and press your teeth on his skin, giving his cheek a light, affectionate bite.

Aizawa jumps in surprise, and his breath catches in his throat. "W-wait, what are you doing?" His voice is slightly shaky now, and his breathing quickened a bit.

His reaction startled you too, since you weren't expecting him to jump. Pulling away, you bite your lip sheepishly, feeling embarrassed for having such bold behavior. "Sorry, Shouta. I didn't mean to startle you."

He blinks slowly, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to process what happened. Then, he shakes his head, looking away from you, his face flushed more. "It… it's okay. I wasn't prepared for… that, though…"

A wave of mixed emotions crashes over you as your heart speeds up, and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable. How stupid of you. Worried, you quickly start apologizing again, but he stops you mid-sentence.

"It's alright." He reassures you. "I was caught off guard, but it doesn't mean I didn't like it."

Oh.

So... he liked it?

You blink, processing the moment, and your own cheeks turn pink as you attempt to suppress the devilish smirk that threatens to appear on your face. "You didn't?"

Shouta shakes his head. "Yeah, I mean… the feeling of your lips on my cheek…" He pauses, furrowing as if he was searching for the right words. "It was… like I could feel your love in that one simple action." He concludes, slowly.

Your heart melts. That was exactly your intention, after all. Smiling, you tell him, "That's true, I wanted to express that. I don't usually bite people, only the ones I love most."

That's all it takes to make his eyes go wide again, and he forgets to breathe for a second. Quietly, he mutters, "you… love me? Wait… are we talking about the same person?" He tilts his head to the side, processing your words to gauge if that was, in fact, a confession.

He's not the only one surprised. Your eyes go wide too as you realize what you just said. You hadn't confessed to him yet. Well, not directly. You weren't sure if you should. "Um…" you start but are cut short by his unbelief.

"You… love me? I mean, I know you like spending time with me but did you just say it is because you love me?" His voice is soft but rushed, and you can feel the nervousness through it.

You take a deep breath to organize your thoughts and nod. "I… do. I didn't really put much thought into what I said, it just slipped out. But it's true… I was meaning to tell you that soon." You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed that it happened in such an unplanned way. "Besides, I don't nibble people I like randomly, that would be weird. But you… I love you." You confess, blushing.

And hell, can you blame you? This man is a teeth magnet. You could nibble him all over and you'd be happy.

Aizawa moves his hand to grab yours, and he gently tugs you into a warm embrace. He kisses your forehead, his lips gentle and soft against your skin. "In that case… I'm glad that you feel the same about me." He whispers against your temple.

You sigh into him, feeling content. Of course, he does. You think he wouldn't react so strongly otherwise. He deserves some happiness, you suppose. And he loves you too, that's all you could ever ask for.

"Thank you." You mumble, tightening your grip on his shirt, and he squeezes you in return. It feels like everything is finally falling together.

Hi there! I have some unfinished pieces on my notes, I plan on finishing them in the next few months. I had some good ideas during this time I've been inactive that I really want to explore and share. I also got some good asks that I want to write.

However, I've been struggling with depression these past few months and lately my workload has increased significantly. I could easily say that I'm only living to work. I feel really bad for not being able to engage in my hobbies lately as I've been telling myself "I'll write it all next month."

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,6 K

Summary: A haircut tale

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW

The apartment was cloaked in the cozy ambiance of evening, the soft glow of lamps casting warm pockets of light in the living room. As the door creaked open, announcing Aizawa's return, the air seemed to shift with expectancy.

It wasn't the kind of anticipation that made a person’s heart leap. Instead it felt more like the sort of expectation that came from people waiting for their loved ones to get home at regular basis for weeks on end, filled with both excitement and anxiety bubbling up inside.

Even after years of marriage, you still had butterflies for him whenever he entered the room you were in.

"I'm back," Aizawa's gravelly, deep voice resonated through the space, carrying the weight of a taxing day. He unburdened himself of his shoes and bag, the fatigue etched on his features. The journey down the building's hallway felt like a gradual shedding of the day's strain. 

"Hey, Sho, welcome back!" You called from the kitchen, your voice a gentle melody amid the quiet that once reigned in the place. "Long day?" You asked, your eyes landing on his tense figure.

He nodded, pausing at the kitchen's doorway before offering a small smile. "Yeah, you could say that."

The smell of cooking food wafted towards him as his gaze swept over the room. The counter was covered in various ingredients, some in the middle of the cooking process and others just sitting there in piles, ready to be added to the mix when needed. 

"Did everything go well today?" You asked, turning around from the stove to greet him properly with a kiss on the cheek. He returned it affectionately, leaning against your body for comfort and security, but only for the briefest moments before pulling back to take a look at you.

"Yep," he responded, the same way he always did every time. He was never one for long talks or unnecessary details about his day, preferring instead to focus his attention on how you were doing instead.

"How are you feeling today? Anything interesting happened while I was gone?" He questioned, reluctantly pulling away from your welcoming embrace to remove his binding cloth from around his neck. 

"I'm feeling alright." You answered truthfully before proceeding with a small shrug. "And not really. The highest point of my day was going grocery shopping. It was a tiring work though, so I didn't do much after that."

"Ah, right," the hero nodded knowingly, his cloth now hanging around one of his arms. "Next time you go grocery shopping, remember that I have to be there too." Aizawa reached out his free arm and gently pulled you into another tight hug.

Your arms wrapped around his torso in return, your face pressed against his chest. "And put even more tasks on your overly busy day? No way." Your tone was playful, but there was an undertone of concern that Aizawa picked up on instantly. 

"If anything, I should be the one getting all the chores done on this end, since you're not here as much as I am. I don't want you working yourself too hard," you protested.

His head rested on top of yours, his hair tickling your skin lightly. "Still, I'd rather it be me than you," he said firmly. "Besides, it makes me feel bad knowing I'm making it so hard on you due to my workload." 

You sighed fondly. "You know I wouldn't mind helping out if I could." You stated, hoping to make it clear to him that you didn't mind. But there was nothing else you could say to change his mind, so you simply agreed with him with a small pout.

You carefully untangled yourself from his tight but gentle grip, searching for his eyes. "C'mon, sexy, go wash off the sweat and dirt that's clinging to your face. Dinner is gonna be ready soon," you told him with a soft voice.

He let out a tiny chuckle before walking towards the bathroom, a fond, small smile adorning his lips. You smiled at the warm feeling in your chest, and then went back to your cooking, the sound of running water following shortly thereafter.

As he retreated to the bathroom, a cascade of garments left in his wake, and the warmth of the shower soothed his sore muscles as he rinsed away the dust that had accumulated during his arduous workday.

Shower felt even better than normal after a tiring and long day, and his shoulders loosened as he stepped under the steaming showerhead. 

He had his eyes closed and his mouth partially open as he used it to breathe while the water poured over his head, rinsing the shampoo away from his scalp. It was an intimate and vulnerable moment. It was also calming.

After cleaning himself up, he stepped out to dry his body and get dressed in his sleepwear – a pair of loose pants and a simple t-shirt.

Upon checking to make sure everything was alright with his appearance, Aizawa stared at his reflection in the slightly fogged-up mirror. His gaze lingered on the unruly curtain of long bangs that veiled his eyes, now being an unintended consequence of neglect amid the demands of his work.

The weariness etched in his features was momentarily eclipsed by a bemused frown. Aizawa ran his fingers through the disheveled and damp strands, a silent acknowledgment of the overdue task at hand.

He brushed his hair, aware of how his bangs were almost reaching his chin. Putting the hairbrush down, he tried his best to comb them again with his fingers, trying to make his hair less wild and disorderly.

After a few minutes of struggling, he sighed exasperatedly, giving up his attempts. What good would a couple of extra combing do him anyway? It was getting too long. It was bound to become an issue sooner or later.

In defeat, Aizawa emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulders, his usually unkempt hair dripping slightly. He stood in the doorway again, gazing at you with a hint of weariness.

"Is dinner almost ready?" He inquired, his eyes flicking towards the culinary ballet that persisted while he was in the shower.

You glanced over your shoulder, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Almost. Just finishing up. Why? Hungry?"

He scratched the back of his head, a familiar gesture of contemplation. "Not just that," he admitted, his gaze turning to the bathroom's door for a moment. "I think it's time I did something about this." His hand gestured towards the curtain of his disheveled bangs.

Your eyes followed the unspoken cue, understanding what he meant. Setting down the spatula, you approached him, your fingers lightly grazing the strands that shielded his eyes.

"Want me to do something about it?" You asked, your tone teasing yet sincere. Aizawa's eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you, and he muttered. "If you don't mind."

You tiptoed, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek, and smiled. "Don't be shy," you murmured. With a gentle gesture, you guided him to a chair at the kitchen table, the aroma of the cooking dinner enveloping both of you.

As he sat down, you walked over to the bathroom, searching for a comb and for the box that held secure your sharp hair scissors.

"Ready for a change?" You teased, after coming back to the kitchen and getting closer to where he sat, standing in front of him. Your fingers ran softly through his damp hair.

Aizawa huffed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Just don't cut it too short, please. I like it longer."

The corners of your mouth quirked slightly, and you nodded in response, combing his hair in a bun before tying a elastic around it, securing the bun as a temporary fix to prevent his locks from getting in the dangerous way of the scissors.

As you moved on to combing his fringe next, you noticed Aizawa closing his eyes, the tension in his frame gradually decreasing. The sight warmed your heart, and the peaceful atmosphere settled around you as you focused on combing his hair, gently moving the comb through his bangs, careful not to damage it.

You gently lifted his chin to get a better look, and after a minute or two of gentle combing, your hand finally stopped its motion to reach for the scissors you had placed on the table. "Don't move now, okay?" You whispered gently, the words accompanied by a gentle touch to his head.

"Mhm," Aizawa hummed softly in agreement. He kept his eyes closed and continued motionless, the tactile sensation of hair falling gently through your hand heightened the intimacy of the moment.

He finally allowed himself to relax under your touch. The occasional snip of the shears resonated like a quiet melody, punctuating the soothing ambiance.

"You're surprisingly good at this," Aizawa remarked, breaking the comfortable silence.

You chuckled. "I've had some practice. Plus, it's a small way to take care of you." 

He hummed once again, his hands resting loosely on top of his lap, now completely relaxed.

You carefully trimmed away the last remaining locks of hair, brushing his hair until only half the mess remained.

After taking a small step back from your handy work, you admired it. "Done. I didn't cut it too much. It'll still keep its fluffy quality, don't worry."

Aizawa opened his eyes and gazed up to meet yours, and his eyes softened, his expression becoming more serene by the second. 

Taking the scissors from your hand and placing them back on the table, he grabbed your other hand into his, pulling it towards his lips in a gentle hold. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "Thank you. That was very kind of you."

You shook your head, smiling in amusement. "No need to thank me, love. We both know I'd help you with whatever you needed even without you saying anything. You deserve to be taken care of every once in awhile." You squeezed his hand slightly as he leaned forward, pressing another chaste kiss onto your knuckles, his stubble tickling the soft skin of your fingers.

After pulling away from touching your hands, he stood up, a gentle smile on his face. "Let's finish up with dinner," he said, ready to assist you.

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST | words: 1 K

Pairing: Student!Aizawa × GN! Student!Reader

Tags: romance, fluff, cute, reader being a bit of a badass and straight forward.

CW: Hizashi and Oboro participation, fight mention (training).

In the bright corridors of U.A. High School, the air was thick with anticipation as students bustled about, preparing for another day of hero training. It had been just a few months since the start of the scholar year, and the school was abuzz with the vigor of young heroes in the making.

You, a spirited and good-natured student, strolled confidently through the bustling hallways, your eyes catching the attention of many admirers. Little did you know that your magnetic presence had already attracted the curiosity of one particular, quiet student.

Aizawa, then just a student like any other, observed you from a distance. His disheveled black hair and stoic expression hid a shy and reserved nature beneath. Despite being known for his strong analytical skills, the prospect of approaching someone as vibrant as you left him uncertain.

In the classroom, Hizashi Yamada, the ever-energetic voice student, chatted animatedly with Oboro Shirakumo, a kind and easygoing one. Both had noticed Aizawa's interest in you and decided to play matchmakers.

"Hizashi, have you seen Aizawa staring at (Y/N)?" Oboro nudged him, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hizashi chuckled, "Oh yeah, he's got it bad. We should help him out, don't you think?"

The plan was quickly set in motion. Hizashi and Oboro subtly orchestrated situations to bring you and Aizawa together. They pair you up for training exercises, place you next to each other during classes, and even manage to organize study sessions.

In one of those particular training exercises, the day was marked with anticipation as the hero training course embarked on a joint exercise, putting students together against formidable robotic foes. 

You and Aizawa, selected to work together, found yourselves in a training ground filled with the hum of machinery and the distant echoes of clashing metal.

Aizawa, usually composed and analytical, couldn't deny the nervous flutter in his stomach as he stood beside you. Your playful banter and the lively yet sweet tone of your voice had left him in a state of mild disarray, a feeling he wasn't entirely accustomed to.

As the first wave of robots approached, you and Aizawa leaped into action, ready to face the metallic adversaries.

"Be cautious, (Y/N)," Aizawa warned, adjusting his capture weapon as he assessed the situation. "My Quirk won't work on these robots. We'll have to rely on our combat skills." 

You nodded, appreciating Aizawa's quick thinking. "Alright, Aizawa, we've got this. Stick close to me, and we'll take those robots down," you said with a confident smile, readying your hero costume.

Aizawa nodded, struggling to find his voice. "Sure. Let's work together." He muttered awkwardly, and the two of you engaged in a coordinated assault, dodging and countering the robotic enemies.

As the robots got closer, you leaped into action, demonstrating agility and precision. Aizawa, however, found his attention divided between the approaching threats and the fact that he was fighting alongside you. Impressed by your combat prowess, he couldn't help but watch your every move.

As the battle intensified, you found yourself back-to-back with Aizawa, fending off robots on all sides. A stray robot lunged towards Aizawa, and you swiftly intercepted, delivering a well-timed kick to dismantle the mechanical threat.

Noticing Aizawa's distracted state, you called out. "Hey, Aizawa, focus! We've got to take these down together."

Aizawa blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Right, sorry." He jumped into action, joining you in coordinating attacks. And, as the last robot fell, a sense of accomplishment filled the air.

Aizawa, however, felt a different kind of victory – the realization that he enjoyed fighting alongside you more than he expected.

After the battle, as the training ground quieted down, you turned to him with a grin. "Not bad, partner. We make a great team."

Aizawa scratched his head, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah, we do. Thanks for watching my back."

As you walked side by side, discussing the exercise, Hizashi and Oboro observed from a distance, both wearing satisfied smiles. It seemed their matchmaking efforts had not only brought together an effective hero duo but had also unraveled a side of Aizawa that even he wasn't entirely aware of – a side that blushed and stumbled in the presence of someone special.

As your friendship evolved, Aizawa, despite his initial reservations, found himself enjoying your company. Your flirtatious nature would bring a blush to his usually stoic face, and he struggled to find words at times. However, beneath his quiet demeanor, a genuine interest in you started to blossom.

One day, during lunch break, you found yourself alone with Aizawa on the rooftop. The sun cast a warm glow on the scene, and the air was filled with the delicious scent of your meals.

"You know, Aizawa, you're pretty cute when you're not glaring at everyone," you teased, a playful grin on your face.

Aizawa scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I, um, well, thanks, I guess."

The silence that followed was broken by the arrival of Hizashi and Oboro, who had been discreetly watching from a distance.

"Haha! Look at these two! Love is in the air!" Hizashi announced dramatically, earning an exasperated glare from Aizawa.

Oboro chuckled, "You've got to admit, Shouta. You should tell them how you feel."

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his hair. As he struggled with words, you glanced at him, a soft expression attached to your features. Encouraged by Hizashi and Oboro, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

With a sly smile, you took Aizawa's hand, intertwining your fingers. "You don't always need words, Shouta. Sometimes, actions speak louder."

Aizawa's eyes widened, but he didn't resist. The warmth of your hand in his sent a comforting shiver down his spine. You leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him utterly flustered.

"Hmm, not bad, Shouta. You should've done that yourself," Hizashi teased, earning a half-hearted glare from the blushing boy.

From that day forward, Aizawa and you became inseparable. The once reserved student found solace in your presence, and your flirtatious and lively nature brought a new light into his life.

Hizashi and Oboro watched with satisfaction as their matchmaking endeavors bore fruit, solidifying a bond that would shape the future heroes of U.A. High School.

Demon!Aizawa

Fem!Reader | Words: 2,2k

Masterlist | CW: Suggestive but still SFW.

In the dimly lit room of the old house you inherited, dust danced in the air as you sifted through the forgotten relics of the past. 

Amongst the aged books and trinkets, you stumbled upon an ancient and ornamented tome, its pages worn with time.

You held it delicately, the cover gleaming in the moonlight and the gold lettering shining with a soft radiance, almost ethereal. You ran your thumb across the delicate script, admiring the intricate craftsmanship of the workmanship. It was beautiful.

Its yellowish hue seemed to glow even in the dark of the room. It had been left behind by some old former owner that you now held within your hand. 

Curiosity getting the best of you, you flipped through the pages randomly, stopping at one where a drawing caught your attention. It depicted a man, standing tall in what could only be described as a throne, surrounded by creatures whose appearance contrasted with his own.

His skin was pale, his hair dark. His features were slender and elegant, and it was appealing. On the other hand, the creatures at his feet looked disfigured, looking impassively as he stared down at them all. 

You glanced at the small text written on the page next to the drawing, reading it aloud in a soft voice. 

Unbeknownst to you, the words you began to read sparked a dormant magic, summoning a mischievous demon into existence.

As the incantations left your lips, a mysterious energy enveloped the room, and a chill breeze blew your hair softly.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you, which watched as you read the journal from a distance. The feeling of being watched made you turn around, only to meet a pair of red eyes staring intently back at you. 

The figure wore nothing but black robes, his crimson eyes glued on yours, and a sly smirk graced his lips. Unfazed, he spoke, "Well, well, what do we have here? A summoning, and by accident, no less."

His voice was deep and smooth, resonating in the room. Your heart pounded against your chest as you tried to maintain your composure. You weren't exactly sure who or what this stranger was, but he certainly intimidated you. 

He looked exactly like the drawing in the book, except instead of appearing malevolent and demonic, he just looked… odd. And very handsome, actually. With his long ebony locks that flowed down over his shoulders, and his intense gaze that appeared to see right through you…

You felt your cheeks heating up.

He smirked, seemingly amused by your lack of hostility towards him. He sauntered closer to you, taking advantage of the fact that you didn't have any weapons at your disposal, making you feel vulnerable. 

"You must be quite skilled to summon a demon without even trying," he remarked, his tone suggestive. 

You swallowed nervously, "What do you mean? Who are you?"

He hummed, taking another step closer and running a finger along your cheekbone, "You don't look like you've done much studying of demons before…" he trailed off, "but let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? I would have expected nothing less of a young woman such as yourself."

You gasped, pushing him away. "Back off" you growled, clenching your fists.

He chuckled, "Oh ho, so feisty aren't we? I like feisty women. I'll have to keep you around, then."

"No! What business is it of yours? How did you even get here?!" You demanded, your voice quivering. You had no idea why this strange, gorgeous creature was stalking you around.

The demon's smirk widened, and he continued to circle you as if assessing a precious gem. "You, my dear summoner, have quite the talent. Not everyone stumbles upon my services unintentionally."

You glared at him, a mixture of fear and annoyance. "I didn't summon you for any services. I was just reading this old book I found."

The demon scoffed, "I doubt that, my lady, but it seems fate has decided otherwise." The demon's gaze intensified, and he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "Fate can be a fickle thing, my dear. It brought you to me, and I intend to make the most of it."

You could feel his warm breath against your skin, and an involuntary shiver ran down your spine. This was unreal; you were in your own home, yet a supernatural being was making you feel both nervous and strangely intrigued.

"I must say, I'm impressed," he continued, his tone teasing. "Not every human can summon a demon, especially an inexperienced one like yourself." 

"Hey!" You yelped, stepping back, glaring at the demon. "You're just trying to scare me."

"My darling little Summoner," he cooed, moving slowly toward you, his eyes flicked down to your lips, then up again. "I have no intention to resort to intimidation tactics with you…"

The atmosphere grew thicker as his eyes held a mischievous glint. "But, if you insist on keeping things interesting, I'm more than willing to adapt to your preferences."

Your cheeks burned at his suggestive words, and you took another step back, creating more space between you. "I don't have any preferences, especially not involving demons."

He chuckled, low and throaty, enjoying the effect he had on you. "You say that now, my dear, but you summoned me. There must be something you desire deep down."

Your eyes narrowed, and you crossed your arms defensively. "I'm not playing your games. Just leave."

The demon tilted his head, studying you with a thoughtful expression. "Playing games? Oh no, this is just the beginning. As for leaving, why would I when I'm having such a delightful conversation with you?"

You huffed in frustration. "This isn't a conversation. This is you invading my personal space and making inappropriate remarks."

He grinned, unapologetic. "Personal space is overrated, and as for the remarks, I'm just stating the obvious. You summoned a demon, after all."

Your agitation grew, but you couldn't deny the strange allure of the situation. "I didn't mean to summon anyone. This is a mistake."

The demon's eyes softened for a moment, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his playful facade. "A mistake, you say? Well, mistakes can be quite fascinating, dear. They lead to unexpected discoveries."

You sighed, feeling a strange mixture of irritation and intrigue. "What do you want from me?"

He stepped back, giving you some breathing room. "For now, just a little bit of your time. I promise to make it worth your while."

You started flipping through the book again, searching for anything that might help you solve the problem you'd encountered.

The demon smirked once more. "You know what, I think I'll sit down." He said, sitting at a chair by a desk and crossing his legs, resting his elbow on the armchair, his hand suspending his head.

He observed you, watching every move you made to try and figure out whether you could send him away with one more spell. His ruby orbs roamed around your surroundings, taking in the old furniture around you. "You seem like a smart girl," he told you, "but that's not good enough to send me on my way." 

You frowned in confusion, and he smiled knowingly, "you will need more than simple spells to get rid of me."

"Why should I believe you?" You inquired. "How do I know that I won't die because you're going to drain me dry before I even know what happened?"

The demon chuckled, shaking his head. He stood up, walking toward you again. Your eyes followed his movement, refusing to let your guard down. The demon stopped before you, gazing at you from head to toe. "You may trust me or not. But either way, you are stuck with me for a while longer, my dear." 

The tension in the room seemed to ebb and flow with the demon's every movement. His confident demeanor, combined with the uncertainty of the situation, left you feeling both uneasy and strangely captivated.

As he circled you, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his gaze, as if he was unraveling the secrets hidden in the depths of your soul. The book you clutched in your hands felt like both a shield and a potential weapon, though you doubted its effectiveness against a being like him.

The demon's eyes sparkled with a playful gleam, and he couldn't resist turning the conversation into a teasing game. "My dear summoner, you hold the secrets of this ancient place in your hands, yet here we are, bound by fate's curious whims. Don't you find it amusing?"

His tone took on a more lighthearted cadence, and he eyed you with a certain flair. "You see, summoning a demon is quite the bold move. A testament to your adventurous spirit, perhaps?" He paused, letting the words linger in the air.

You met his gaze, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your eyes. "Adventurous? I didn't summon you on purpose, and I certainly didn't expect this."

He grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Ah, but that's the beauty of it, dear. The unexpected can be thrilling. Now, let's not dwell on the details. Instead, allow me to appreciate the one who unintentionally brought me into this intriguing situation."

The demon leaned in slightly, his words a gentle caress. "Your courage, even in the face of the unknown, is truly captivating. I must say, it's an irresistible quality."

You felt a warmth spreading through your cheeks, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of his words. The demon seemed to take delight in unraveling the layers of your composure.

The demon's eyes gleamed with amusement, a pleased smile spreading on his lips as he noticed the subtle blush that adorned your cheeks. "Ah, there it is – a delightful shade of rose to decorate your cheeks. How charming," he mused, reveling in the small victory.

He continued to circle you, his presence exuding a magnetic charm. "It seems I've uncovered a hidden facet of your spirit, my dear. Who knew that the summoner of demons could be so enchantingly bashful?"

Your heart rate accelerated, and the warmth from earlier quickly spread throughout your entire body. You weren't sure whether your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at being complimented by a stranger, or the sudden rush of attraction the demon stirred within you. 

The demon chuckled, clearly aware of the effect he was having on you. "Tell me, my dear, what is it that you desire? A kiss, perhaps? Perhaps a caress on those pink lips…?" His voice trailed off suggestively.

"Stop!" You exclaimed, your voice sounding louder than intended, much to the demon's enjoyment. The blush on your face intensified, and you dropped the book you were holding, hoping to put distance between yourself and the demon as quickly as possible.

The demon quirked a brow, amused by your reaction. "Don't you want a little fun, Summoner?" he asked playfully, a smirk tugging at his lips again, "If we continue this way, I fear you might actually enjoy my company." 

"I highly doubt that…" You retorted, trying to ignore the fact that your whole body felt warmer than usual. 

The demon laughed, enjoying the blush that covered your cheekbones. "Come now, my dear," he purred, approaching you again and placing a delicate hand on your cheek, lingering longer than necessary. "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to indulge in this once or twice. After all, this is merely an innocent exchange of words. No harm in that, right?"

You swallowed thickly, unable to stop the shiver that ran down your spine at his touch. You tried pulling away, but the demon placed a finger on your lip, making you freeze. "No, no, let's not run away." He shook his head in disapproval. "Let us finish this business before we start avoiding each other, hmm?"

Your eyes widened at his unexpected change of behavior, and you pulled away with a gasp, glaring at the demon in anger. "What are you talking about?"

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, his lips curling up in a playful manner, "you're just so adorable when you're flustered, and you're getting more beautiful by the minute. You're a very desirable female." His tone was smooth, and his stare never wavered.

A slight pout formed on your reddish features, your eyes narrowing dangerously. "And you're a big jerk, so keep away from me."

The demon raised a brow at your hostile attitude. "Oh really?" He mocked, tilting his head as he studied your expression with interest. "Then again, you did summon me to your home. There might be a reason, don't you think?" 

His expression softened considerably as he moved closer to you, cupping your jaw tenderly in his hands. He tilted your chin upward slowly, forcing you to look directly at his crimson eyes, which held a sort of mischief that you'd only seen before. 

You averted your gaze to avoid any kind of prolonged eye contact. "I don't know what you're talking about…" You mumbled.

He chuckled softly, brushing his thumb over your lips. "Don't go spoiling our little deal, now" he said quietly, turning your head to look at him. "After all," he continued with another seductive grin, "there's still more to come." The demon cooed.

With that, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours.

Part 5

Fanfiction | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × Fem!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Word count: 3,2k

Categories: Workplace romance, enemies to lovers, tsundere, angst & fluffy.

CW: None worth mentioning. This chapter is SFW.

The next morning, you were awake before the alarm clock went off, your eyes fluttering open to gaze lazily around your bedroom.

You smiled at the sight that greeted your eyes: Shouta sleeping peacefully next to you, his head resting inches away from your shoulder, one of his legs draped across yours.

Carefully, you shifted your way out of bed, making sure not to wake him up in the process. You grabbed some clean clothes from your closet and headed toward the bathroom to start the day. 

After a quick shower, you cleaned up the mess from the night before. A few moments later, you walked over to the bed, gently shaking the man awake. "Hey," you whispered as he opened his eyes. "Time to get up."

A sleepy rub to his eyes accompanied his sigh as he finally met your gaze. "Good morning. For how long did I sleep?" He muttered.

"Morning." You greeted, glancing at the clock to formulate an answer. "I think it should be about five hours."

He sat up slowly, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. "Five hours? That's a record." He observed, rubbing his eyes again.

"I'll go make breakfast, okay? Make yourself presentable. You can use the shower if you want, I left a clean towel hanging by the door. We still have time to get to work on time." You assured him, pointing to the bathroom door.

"Mmkay, thank you." He agreed, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed and standing up as you turned on your heels and headed toward the kitchen.

The soothing symphony of pouring water harmonized with the gentle click of scrambled eggs on the pan as you cooked, the constant buzzing of the coffee machine catching your attention as well. 

A subtle, affectionate smile curled at the edges of your lips. It wasn't every day that you had to cook for someone besides yourself.

The rhythm of footsteps interrupted your contemplation about how you should start the conversation. Turning your head to glance at the source of the sound, you observed Shouta timidly taking a seat at the dining table.

"Hey. How's my guest doing?" You asked, noticing he wore yesterday's clothes, the first buttons of his shirt undone. He looked tired, yet adorable.

"I'm good. Sleepy." He said, looking at you from under his bangs. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Didn't you get enough sleep?" You asked, pouring two cups of coffee before bringing it to the table, repeating the path to bring the plates of eggs and toast.

"I never do. But I slept better than usual." He confessed, sipping at the hot liquid. "Thanks for the breakfast."

"No problem." You smiled, having a seat next to his. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"I have a class to teach and some paperwork to do... But, as soon as we finish that, I'll probably just sit in my office after class and read something." He shrugged.

A tranquil silence settled, punctuated only by the quiet clinks of utensils and the distant hum of morning traffic outside, allowing the last delightful bites of breakfast to be savored. Curious, your cat came out of its hiding and walked towards you, meowing to get your attention. 

"Oh! Here you are!" You smiled as you picked it up, scratching behind its ear and setting the fluffy animal down on your lap. The cat purred.

Shouta glanced at you as you focused on the cat in front of you, absentmindedly petting its fur. You met his gaze, and Aizawa averted your eyes. 

You gave the cat a few more pats, enjoying the feeling of its soft fur between your fingers. 

After enough spoiling, you put the cat back down, turning your attention back to Shouta, who was staring at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"What is it?" You asked softly, smiling warmly at him.

His blush intensified. "I just thought of something." He admitted, his eyes shifting down to look at his dish.

You raised your eyebrows amusedly as he looked back up at you. "What is it? Tell me, I'm curious now." You urged.

"Well... I've always liked cats." He said slowly. You could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and that made you chuckle.

"Well, cats are adorable." You reassured him as you stood up, picking up your cat and holding it carefully close to him. "See?" 

Shouta stared at your cat for a few seconds, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached out and stroked its chin gently with his index finger.

The cat leaned into the touch, rubbing its head against his hand. Suddenly, you couldn't contain your laughter.

The man lifted his head, blinking in confusion. As he met your gaze, he joined in, huffing, the sound mixing with a chuckle.

"You're such a dork." You smiled, calming your laughter.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, "I guess so." He added, smiling down at the cat.

For a moment you only stared at each other before you spoke up again. "We should get going." You stated, glancing at the clock on the kitchen's wall. "We still have to go to our jobs." You explained.

"Sure." Shouta nodded, standing up from the table. He helped you clean up the dishes, leaving before you so he'd get the chance to stop by his house and change.

When you arrived at work, you walked over to your office, dropping your bag on the desk before plopping down in your chair.

You groaned as you pushed the thick stack of papers in front of you to the side, deciding to deal with them later.

Instead, you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes. The muffled sounds of chatting in the hallway created a soothing background to your mind.

A few minutes later, however, your phone vibrated on your desk, startling you from your dazed state. You glanced at the screen, noticing a text notification.

'Would you like to meet at the cafe near campus tomorrow afternoon?'

A small, content smile graced your lips as you tapped out your reply.

'Sure. See you then.' After sending your reply, you placed your phone back on your desk, turning your attention towards the stack of papers.

It didn't feel like it took you long to fill out the pile. But when you were done, it was past lunchtime. You pushed your chair back and stood up, stretching your arms and popping your back before walking out of your office.

Just as you left the room, you ran into Mic, who was walking toward the teachers' room. "Oh! Hey there, Hiz! What's up?"

"Hello, buddy! Just passing by. Where are you off to? I haven't chatted with you in a while." He commented with his excited tone of voice, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh, you know, work stuff. Nothing special, just paperwork." You brushed it off.

Hizashi nodded. "Alright, then. See ya later, sweetie! I'm in a hurry now." He excused himself, and you smiled at him reassuringly. He waved at you as he walked away, and you resumed your way to the break room.

When you stepped in, you immediately spotted Shouta, who was sitting in a chair, his laptop open on the table in front of him. He seemed to be immersed in whatever he was working on.

You approached the table, your thoughts dancing with a mix of curiosity and the remnants of morning warmth as you took a seat across from him. He glanced up at you. "Hey," he greeted, offering a nod in your direction.

"Hi." You replied, returning his nod with a smile before glancing down at his laptop. "Working on something interesting?"

He shook his head with a hint of a smirk. “Just plotting a lesson. And you, any adventures in paperwork?”

"Just finished it." You answered, and footsteps approaching the table echoed low in the room as the both of you turned to see Nemuri, who was embodying her provocative mood all over her demeanor.

She glanced between you and Shouta, her curiosity turning into a questioning eyebrow. "Hello, guys. Glad to see you getting along. How's it going?" She asked.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." Shouta told her with a quiet tone. He gave you a brief look, which you returned with one of your own.

"That's good to hear." Midnight smiled. "By the way, I was wondering where you disappeared to last night, but since I saw you here earlier, I assumed you had gotten home okay." She said, looking between the two of you.

You exchanged a glance with Shouta, silently agreeing to evade direct eye contact with her probing gaze. You knew that she would try to interrogate you if given the chance.

Then, she let out a sigh and shook her head, noticing your avoidance. "Fine, I'm not gonna pry anymore." She mumbled. "But know that if I find out something weird is going on between you two-"

"-then you can tell the others." You cut her off.

"Okay, alright." Nemuri rolled her eyes. "You know me too well. Just call me when you have time off. We need to catch up." She said, looking at you.

"Of course. I will." You nodded, gracing her with a smile.

Midnight's presence loomed for a moment longer before she seemed to relent. "Well, just remember, I'm always here if you need advice or someone to spill your secrets to," she said with a playful wink before sauntering away.

As she left, you let out a subtle sigh of relief, exchanging a glance with Shouta, both of you sharing a silent moment of gratitude for her understanding.

Once she was out of earshot, you turned back to Shouta, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. "See? Easy peasy. We just need to be careful."

He nodded in agreement, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Anyway, we probably shouldn't act so close in our workplace. We weren't like this, people will notice."

You nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. "Well, if it helps..." You shrugged nonchalantly. "If anyone asks, we'll just deny it."

Shouta chuckled lightly. "That doesn't exactly help the situation."

"They won't ask us anything like that." You argued. "Besides, we're not doing anything wrong."

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion plastered on them. "Are you considering what I said?" He asked.

You smirked. "Of course I am." 

He sighed once more. “Okay. But please, let’s make sure not to draw any unnecessary attention."

"I promise." You swore. "But seriously, if anyone asks, we can just say that we understood each other when we got stuck in the elevator, which is still true." You reminded him.

He smiled. "True." He agreed, before standing up from his seat. "Now, I better get going. There's some important stuff I still have to check up on before the weekend arrives." He informed you.

"Okay." You smiled. "See you soon." You waved him goodbye, watching as he turned and headed toward the door.

-  -  -

As the seasons changed, so did the dynamic between Shouta and you. The once-muted glances that spoke volumes evolved into shared looks, brimming with a silent understanding that only the two of you comprehended. The air around you buzzed with unspoken words, and the interactions, once bound by professional constraints, now flowed with a natural ease.

One chilly evening, after facing down a particularly formidable villain, Aizawa found himself seeking refuge in a cozy little café with you. The warmth of the place mirrored the growing comfort in your friendship. The clinking of mugs and the gentle hum of conversation created a backdrop for your shared connection.

Seated across from each other, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you here. Shouta, usually stoic and reserved, would genuinely smile at your stories. The way your eyes sparkled with passion as you described the success of a challenging patient or the mischievous grin that accompanied tales of your exploits in life made him appreciate the person beyond the coworker. He realized that amidst the chaos of his profession, you slowly had become a source of solace.

Similarly, you discovered a side of Shouta that few were privileged to see. The subtle twinkle in his eyes when recalling a successful mission or the rare, genuine chuckle that escaped him during a particularly amusing story revealed a warmth beneath the stern exterior. Your conversations flowed effortlessly, free from the formalities that once constrained them.

The café, with its warm ambiance and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, became a witness to the blossoming connection between two unlikely friends.

This unexpected turn of events with Shouta brought a pleasant surprise into your life. The initial awkwardness gave way to a genuine connection, and despite his demanding schedule, the moments you managed to meet were always enjoyable.

As your relationship deepened, Shouta started spending nights at your place, preparing for his early departure to work with you. While you occasionally visited his home, the convenience of your proximity to the U.A. made your place the go-to.

Besides, Shouta's unexpected affection for your cat brought a delightful and endearing element to your shared experiences. His interactions with the feline added a touch of warmth and charm to your time together, showcasing a side of him that others rarely got to see.

During breaks from work, you both made it a ritual to visit the quaint cafe near campus. These moments became a cherished escape from the demands of your daily routines, offering a space for shared interests and the simple pleasure of each other's company.

Whether it was discussing mutual hobbies, sharing stories, or simply enjoying a quiet cup of coffee, these breaks became a haven of relaxation amid your busy lives.

At work, quiet collaboration became a norm during breaks, and observant colleagues noticed the absence of once-typical disagreements.

The unspoken understanding between you and Shouta added a new layer to your professional relationship, subtly altering the dynamics in the eyes of those closest to you.

In one of those breaks at the cafe, you found yourself sitting with Shouta during lunch hour, enjoying the calm atmosphere. The fragrant aroma of coffee wafted through the air as you exchanged stories and light conversation.

As you immerse yourselves in the moment, Hizashi, with his vibrant personality, strolled into the cafe. Spotting the two of you, he couldn't resist joining your table, his friendly grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Well, well! Look at this cozy little gathering. Mind if I join?" Hizashi chimed in, pulling a chair from a nearby table.

Smiling, you motioned for him to sit. "Of course not, Hizashi. Have a seat."

Hizashi sat down, immediately diving into the conversation. "So, what's the hot topic today, lovebirds?" He teased, winking playfully.

Shouta remained neutral, though he felt like rolling his eyes. "Just catching up. Nothing exciting."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, his playful expression turning more observant. "You guys seem to be getting along pretty well lately. It's like there's a new vibe in the air when you're around each other."

Shouta glanced at you, a subtle nod confirming Hizashi's observation. Hizashi leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah, I see. The winds of change are blowing, huh? Are we witnessing the birth of something more than friendship?" Hizashi teased.

Shouta sighed, giving Hizashi a deadpan look. "It's not that dramatic, Hizashi. We're just... getting to know each other better."

Hizashi leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Getting to know each other better? That's how it starts! Next thing you know, love is in the air, and boom! Cupid's got you both in his sights."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Hizashi's theatrics, appreciating the lightheartedness he effortlessly brought into the conversation. Despite your mutual efforts to avoid attention, Hizashi's teasing had grown significantly, and dismissing it wasn't working anymore.

Shouta, on the other hand, sat there with an expression that seemed to be a mix of mild amusement and contemplation, as if he was silently considering the most effective ways to escape the whims of his overly enthusiastic friend.

Yamada, true to his nature, continued the banter, playfully pushing Shouta's buttons about the newfound friendship between you two.

His animated gestures and exaggerated expressions made the shop feel like a stage for his spontaneous performance. Despite the teasing, there was an underlying sincerity in Hizashi's eyes, and it was evident that he was genuinely happy.

"Come on, Shouta! You can't fool me with that 'nothing major' nonsense. I've seen the way you look at her. It's like someone cast a love spell on you!" Hizashi exclaimed, his arms flailing dramatically for emphasis.

Shouta merely grunted in response, his usual stoicism momentarily giving way to a small, almost imperceptible smile. He shot back, "Love spell? You've been spending too much time with Midnight."

Hizashi gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Shouta, my dear friend, love is a beautiful and magical thing. You should embrace it!"

A breath of laughter escaped your lips at the playful banter, thoroughly entertained by the friendly dynamic between the two teachers. Despite Shouta's reserved nature and Hizashi's flamboyant personality, the two complemented each other, creating a balance that could turn any place into an unexpectedly lively one.

The banter finally subsided, and Hizashi gave Shouta a final, encouraging pat on the back. "Alright, alright. I'll spare you from my love advice for now, but remember, I'm just a shout away if you need some guidance in matters of the heart!"

Shouta rolled his eyes but offered a small, appreciative nod. The air seemed to carry a hint of unspoken support, lingering like an echo in an empty room.

After the cafe rendezvous, the three of you walked back towards U.A., engaged in a light conversation about your day. However, Hizashi, being the perceptive friend that he was, noticed a certain tension in Aizawa's demeanor.

Later that day, Hizashi found a moment when he and Shouta were alone in the teachers' room. He grinned, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Alright, Shouta, spill it. What's going on between you and [Y/n]?" Hizashi asked with a playful yet probing tone.

Shouta, who was engrossed in some paperwork, glanced up at Hizashi. "What are you talking about, Hizashi? Nothing is going on."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, leaning against Shouta's desk. "Please, I've known you for ages. There's something different. Spill the beans, my friend."

Shouta sighed, realizing that Hizashi wasn't going to drop the subject easily. "It's just... we've been spending more time together, that's all. Nothing major."

Hizashi nudged him with his elbow, a knowing smile on his face. "Come on, Shouta. You're not fooling anyone. There's a spark there. I can practically see it."

Shouta scratched his head, a hint of discomfort in his expression. "It's not that simple. We're just friends, getting to know each other better. That's it."

Hizashi sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Shouta, my man, you've got to learn to embrace these things. Life's too short to keep everything bottled up. If you like spending time with [Y/n], just go with it. Who knows where it might lead?"

Shouta grunted in response, clearly not entirely convinced. Hizashi, however, was determined to be the voice of reason.

"Look, Shouta, I've seen you buried in work and responsibilities for as long as I can remember. You deserve a bit of happiness too. If [Y/n] is bringing that into your life, don't push it away. Talk to her. Figure it out. It's about time you let yourself enjoy something good," Hizashi advised with a sincere undertone beneath his usual exuberance.

The black-haired man sighed again, nodding in reluctant acknowledgment. The blonde patted him on the back, offering a supportive grin. "Just think about it, alright? And remember, I'm here to offer advice whenever you need it," Hizashi teased, earning another appreciative nod from Shouta.

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Aizawa X GN!Reader | Cw: Slightly suggestive.

In the quiet of the night, Shota Aizawa was like a cup of strong black coffee: Dark, complex, and utterly addictive.

You found yourself drawn to him in ways you couldn't explain. His silky black locks, the sharp jawline, the way his eyes spoke even when his words didn't. It was a silent pull, much like the subtle bitterness of the first sip of coffee.

He, too, was an acquired taste. A blend of strength and vulnerability that left you craving for more. His presence lingered, an echo of warmth in the cold, just like the comforting steam rising from a fresh cup.

As the nights unfolded, you realized he was your truly quiet addiction. An addiction you don't want to break free from. Each stolen moment, a sip from the forbidden cup, letting you intoxicated with the essence of him.

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it. I added some angst but only after finishing it I realized I also made it oddly comforting.

Family Ties

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Pairing: Brother!Aizawa × Sister!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA  | Words: 950

The air in Class 1-A was tense as Shota Aizawa, known for his stern demeanor, navigated through the students, making sure to keep a watchful eye on each of them. His younger sister, though, happened to be in the same class. And unfortunately, your relationship had always been strained.

One day, during a particularly challenging training session, Aizawa's patience wore thin. He singled you out for your lack of focus and commitment.

"You there," he barked, his eyes narrowing in on you. "This is not a game. Your lack of attention could cost lives in a real battle. Shape up or you won't last a day in the hero world."

You bit back a retort, the frustration evident in your eyes. Aizawa's scolding wasn't just about your performance; it was a reflection of the strained dynamic between you two. The weight of his expectations hung heavy in the air.

After the class ended, Aizawa approached you, his expression a mix of concern and frustration, though you only took in the frustrated part. "You're not taking this seriously." He started. "You have potential, but you need to focus. Heroics is not a path for the careless."

You resisted the urge to snap back, his words hanging in the air as a silent agreement of the unresolved issues between you and your brother. Shota sighed, running a hand over his face. He wasn't satisfied with your silence, as if he wanted some kind of acknowledgement from you.

Then, when all of your retorts to his scolding gave space to silence, Aizawa grew frustrated enough to finally adress the root issue.

During classes, Aizawa glanced your way several times, catching glimpses of the familiar scowl that mirrored his own. You avoided eye contact, burying yourself in your schoolwork every time. The tension between you and your brother had become a constant undercurrent.

A few days later, Aizawa lingered after class, hoping for a chance to address the underlying issues that had become a rule in your lives.

As the last student filed out, he sighed and spoke, facing you. "We need to talk."

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for another lecture so soon. "What now? You gonna tell me how to stand properly or criticize my skills again?"

Shota's expression remained stoic. "This isn't about you. It's about us. We're family, and I don't want our relationship to be this way forever."

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "Well, maybe if you weren't so obsessed with your work, we could actually have a normal conversation."

Aizawa's gaze softened, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know I'm not the best brother. I'm not good at expressing myself either. But I care about you. I just... I have a responsibility to these students, to be the best hero and teacher I can be."

You glanced away, a mix of frustration and hurt weighing on your heart. "So, that's it? Your hero duties are more important than your own family?"

He raised an eyebrow before proceeding, his voice quieter. "No, it's not that simple. But I need you to understand the choices I've made. I want you to be proud of your big brother."

You scoffed again, but this time, there was a glimmer of understanding in your eyes, though you didn't adress it with words. "Proud? How can I be proud when I feel like I barely know you?"

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Maybe we can work on that. It's not going to change overnight, but I want to try."

Over the following weeks, Aizawa made a conscious effort to spend more time with you outside of class. Whether it was grabbing a quick meal or attending a local hero event together, the rigid walls between you began to crack.

Eventually, he even proposed training together, a mix of combat and quirk exercises. Despite the initial resistance, you found a common ground in your shared abilities. Slowly, you began to see a different side of your brother – not just the hero, but the person.

Attempting to normalize family interactions, Aizawa would invite you over for dinner sometimes. The awkwardness was always palpable, but the efforts didn't go unnoticed. It was a small step towards bridging the gap between your worlds.

As the months passed, Aizawa and you shared more moments together. Some were strained, others surprisingly pleasant.

One day, during a quiet moment, you looked at him and said, finally acknowledging his efforts. "You're doing your best, aren't you?" And for the first time, a genuine smile graced your face in front of him when he nodded.

As time went on, the sibling relationship between the both of you evolved. There were still disagreements, but the unspoken understanding grew stronger each day. Aizawa focused on learning how to balance his hero duties with family, and you slowly learned to appreciate the complexities of his world just as well.

Aizawa: Tired, huh? How about we take a nap together?

Yamada: * smirks * Well, well, Aizawa, if you're trying to seduce me with the idea of a nap, it's working.

Aizawa: Impressed? Just wait until you see what else I can do. * Lies down, pulls the covers over and drifts off into a peaceful slumber. *

Hello everyone! I've been struggling to decide what to do next and I'm also having trouble to write, as I've been dealing with constant headaches due to my glasses no longer working to compensate for my astigmatism :)

Please vote on the one you want to read next so I can prioritize one over the another for the time being. I'm also open to requests, though it will take a while until I finish everything.

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Pairing: Aizawa × GN!reader | Words: 602

Fandom: BNHA | MHA  | Tags: Cute & fluffy. Romantic stuff.

Summary: A so needed vacation adventure (or maybe comfort).

A/N: Let me know throughthe comments if you enjoy this enough. If so maybe I'll give it some few chapters.

The worn gravel road crunched beneath the tires as Aizawa navigated the car further into the heart of the countryside. Tall trees flanked the path, creating a natural tunnel that led to the secluded cabin he had booked for your well-deserved vacation. The air carried the sweet scent of pine, a welcomed departure from the city's constant hum.

As the cabin came into view, nestled within a clearing surrounded by a sea of emerald green, Aizawa glanced at you. The anticipation in your eyes mirrored his own, the promise of tranquility a balm to the weariness that clung to both of you after the school year's demands.

The cabin, a rustic haven of weathered wood and a welcoming porch seemed tailor-made for escaping the world's chaos. Aizawa parked the car, and you stepped out into the crisp air. The quietude enveloped you like a warm embrace, a stark contrast to the noise and hustle of city life.

With a sense of relief, you approached the cabin's front door. Aizawa fished the key from his pocket and unlocked the entrance, revealing the cozy interior bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

"Home for the next few weeks," he murmured, the corners of his lips hinting at a rare smile. The weight of responsibility seemed to lift from his shoulders as the door creaked shut behind you.

The cabin was a charming blend of simplicity and comfort. Wooden beams adorned the ceiling, and the inviting scent of aged timber filled the air. Aizawa headed towards the fireplace, skillfully lighting a fire that soon crackled, casting a warm glow across the room.

"You can relax here," he said, gesturing towards the inviting couch adorned with plaid cushions. "No hero work, no school, just quiet."

Your lips curved into a grin, and a content sigh escaped him. This place would suit your needs perfectly.

He soon joined you on the couch, sinking into the plushness. "This will be the best rest I've had in ages." He closed his eyes, letting the warmth overtake him. It felt so good to let go for once.

Over the next few days, the cabin became a sanctuary. Aizawa spent mornings lounging on the porch, a steaming mug of coffee in hand. The sounds of nature – birdsong, rustling leaves, and the distant murmur of a stream – replaced the city's constant hum.

You explored the surrounding woods, discovering hidden paths and picturesque clearings. Aizawa, usually clad in his hero costume, embraced the casual comfort of jeans and a simple shirt, letting the weight of formality slip away.

Soon enough, both of you familiarized with the woods surrounding you.

Back to your first day there; the night came faster than expected. The sky darkened with the set of dusk, and before long, the stars began their twinkles while the gentle buzz of insects took over the silence. You sat on the back deck, the moon rising above the trees.

While you were absorbed in trying to locate yourself by discovering where the stellar constellations were under your current location, Aizawa joined you.

He looked rather... domestic, standing there in his old jeans and tousled black hair. The sight warmed something in your chest. With an amused grin, he offered you a mug.

"Have some black tea to help keep yourself awake," he advised. His face bore the faintest traces of a smile, but it was gone in moments. "You are out here for a while now."

You accepted the mug he offered you without any protest. "Where did you learn to make this?" you asked curiously. There wasn't anything fancy or refined about the drink he poured you, no sugar or cream added. But, somehow, it still made its way down smoothly and without much effort. You weren't a fan of black tea at all. But it was good.

Aizawa chuckled. "Some old habits die hard." He paused, his gaze shifting upwards, and then turned his attention to you. "So, how many did you identify?"

You frowned. "Five. But if you count the ones I saw, we have eight. I'm unsure about the other three yet". You sipped carefully from the mug, savoring the unfamiliar flavor. Your gaze drifted back up to the sky. The constellations looked even more beautiful than they did in the city's sky.

After several seconds passed, you stood up from your cozy heaven on the porch. "What do you say about a movie night?"

"Sounds lovely," Aizawa simply said. And with that, you disappeared into the cabin, leaving the stars alone with their night sky.

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Pairing: Aizawa × GN!reader | Words: 684

Fandom: BNHA | MHA  | Tags: Cute & fluffy. Romantic stuff.

Summary: Aizawa falling for a coworker.

A/N: Another one because I'm feeling inspired.

He would undoubtedly try to hide his feelings, burying them beneath his stoic demeanor. Unaware of his own emotions, Aizawa would subconsciously put some effort into spending more time around you, offering assistance, or engaging in casual conversations without realizing the underlying reason behind it.

He would start lingering a bit longer in shared spaces, finding excuses to be near you without consciously acknowledging the reason.

And, being a master at suppressing his own emotions, he wouldn't even realize he had a crush on you for quite a while - this is unfamiliar territory for him and the realization that he might have feelings for a coworker would create a sense of discomfort and confusion.

His internal monologue would turn into conflicting thoughts. He's used to keeping his emotions in check, and this unexpected surge of sentiment disrupts his carefully maintained equilibrium.

So he uses his dismissive responses as a shield, concealing the internal conflict and preventing others from prying too deeply into his private thoughts, since his fellow teachers may notice the shift in his behavior before he would. 

Because, well, he may be a master at hiding his emotions, but not at controlling his body responses. A subtle tightening of his jaw would surge if your name were mentioned in a dangerous scenario, a rare fidget if he didn't see you arrive at your usual time at work, or a faint furrow of his brow if he wanted to say something else to keep the interaction going between you two without knowing which words to use. He would absentmindedly adjust his capture weapon when you would make eye contact with him, or absentmindedly rewrite notes on his clipboard during moments of teasing when you were around.

Because for sure, the others would tease him about it. Maybe a lot. But Aizawa would dismiss it with his usual nonchalance every time.

And his internal struggle would intensify as he grapples with the urge to distance himself from you and the conflicting desire to stay close. He would question his motives and attempt to rationalize his actions, all while maintaining a calm exterior.

On the other hand, his dichotomy between his logical mind and budding emotions creates moments of awkwardness, occasionally showing a subtle vulnerability that peeks through his stoic facade, visible only to those who pay close attention. 

It's a fleeting expression, a brief flicker in his eyes, a glance that lingers for too long, or a pause in his typically composed demeanor that hints at the emotional turmoil beneath the surface.

During missions, Aizawa's natural protective instincts would intensify toward you without him consciously acknowledging it. He'd find himself gravitating toward you, subtly ensuring your safety without overtly expressing concern.

His vigilance would extend to the point where other heroes and coworkers would notice his increased attention to you, potentially raising a few eyebrows.

And regarding the possibility of you getting severely injured, Aizawa's usual calm facade would immediately crack, revealing the depth of his worry. He might withdraw emotionally, silently blaming himself for not being able to protect you better. Or if it were really bad, he would not be able to hide it any longer for fear of losing you without being honest with you first. The thought of confession might scare him to death, but the fear of losing you beat that easily.

However, if you got injured from recklessness, Aizawa's concern would manifest as a stern scolding. He'd be frustrated - or pissed, even - that someone he cares about would put themselves in unnecessary danger.

Since he struggles with expressing his feelings directly, it would be possible that someone else, like a perceptive colleague or friend - Hizashi, let's be honest - would notice his affection and encourage him to confess, even though it would come out as a teasing first.

Alternatively, Aizawa might inadvertently let it slip during a vulnerable moment while you were alone together, surprising both himself and you with the admission. His confession would be sincere but perhaps lacking in the typical romantic gestures.

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Hi! Sorry that I took so long to write something so short but life got its demands and I was scared of trying to expand it and messing up the atmosphere. 😭 Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! @error-404-code9

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Pairing: Aizawa × Fem!reader | Words: 365

Fandom: BNHA | MHA  | Tags: Cute & fluffy

Midnight Commands

The soft glow of the moon spilled into the room, casting a gentle light on Aizawa Shouta's sleeping form. You stirred from your slumber, the sound of hushed words reaching your ears. At first, it was unintelligible, a murmur in the quiet of the night.

As you shifted to a more alert state, the words became clearer. Aizawa was talking in his sleep, his usually stern voice now laced with a commanding tone.

"Team, on my signal… move in." He mumbled, his hand subtly twisting to what you supposed was his try-to gesture in the designed direction. "Secure the perimeter," he continued.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight. Aizawa, being a hero even in his dreams. His brow furrowed in concentration, lost in a mission only he could comprehend. The occasional twitch of his fingers indicated the seriousness of his dream endeavors.

"Target sighted. Proceed with caution," he continued, his voice low and authoritative.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you listened intently, trying not to disturb his sleep. It was a rare glimpse into his mind, and you were captivated by the authenticity of his sleeping dialogue.

Suddenly, a change in the tone of his voice caught your attention. Aizawa's authoritative commands shifted into something more personal.

"Where's my wife?" he murmured, a hint of confusion in his tone.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't suppress a soft chuckle. Apparently, even in dreamland, Shōta was on the lookout for you. "I'm right here, babe," you whispered, the corners of your lips turning into a tender smile.

Aizawa's brows furrowed deeper as if rejecting the notion. "Mmm, no, I don't think so," he replied, his dream self seemingly unconvinced.

You couldn't help but find the situation amusing. It was like having a front-row seat to the secret workings of your lover's mind. Slowly, you reached out, gently stroking his hair, hoping to provide any reassurance to the hero navigating dream missions.

The night continued with Aizawa's dream adventures, and as the moonlight bathed the room in its gentle glow, you marveled at the complexity of the man who fought both in reality and in the vivid realm of dreamland.