#aizawashoutaxreader

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female!Reader

Warnings: Pure, unadulterated domestic fluff. You have been warned.

Word Count: 730

Author’s Note: I know these stories have been very short, but I’m still trying to get comfortable with writing. I promise they will get longer! Thank you to @bratwritings for being my very first follower and to @heartbreakbakugou who wanted more domestic Aizawa. Thank you for your continued support! 

Light shined through your bedroom window as the early morning woke you up from your slumber. You let out a groan as you turned to the darker side of your bedroom. Today was your day off and you’ll be damned if the first thing that ruins your morning was the morning itself. 

You felt a strong arm wrap around your waist as it pulled you closer to your sleepy husband’s embrace. You could feel the way his chest rise and fall. The way he buried his face into your hair and took a deep breath.

“Morning,” Aizawa mumbles into your hair. 

“Morning Shouta.” You felt him leave a small kiss against your head. It brought a smile to your face as you remembered the countless times you peacefully woke up with Aizawa holding you close. While you and your husband shared a disdain for being woken up in the morning, both of you also shared a love for the reason you wake up every day. And it wasn’t the cuddling. 

“What are you thinking?” Aizawa turned you back to face him. 

You couldn’t help but stare at him. His growing stubble that always tickled you every time he gave you a kiss. The deep frown on his face that seemed to permanently grace his handsome face. His tired eyes that showed how much his mind would go a mile a minute even in the early morning. And the scar. The scar that revealed his heroic dedication to his students. This was the man you loved.

“How happy I am to be with you.” His blush doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“You say that every morning, kitten.”

“And how thankful I am to have a husband like you.” His frown deepens as he buries his face into your hair. You know he’s trying to hide the deep blush on his face. While Aizawa seemed like a serious and unamused person, he only showed his true feelings to a select few people. And that included the loves of his life. 

Aizawa mumbled something into your hair that you couldn’t quite catch. You ask him to repeat himself. He pulled himself away and turned your chin up towards his face. He had an almost serene look on his face. “Thank you, for everything.”

You smiled up at your husband as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. Yes, your husband was a logical yet complicated man, but he always knows how to make you feel loved. And that love only grew as your family grew.

A light knock resounded through the calm atmosphere. “Mommy? Dad?” The door slowly opened to reveal your 3-year-old holding his favorite bright yellow blanket that resembled his father’s sleeping bag.

You pushed yourself up with your husband’s arm still wrapped around your waist. “Youta, sweetie, is something wrong?” Youta had the same messy black hair and sleepy black eyes as his father. Everyone kept saying that Youta is the carbon copy of Aizawa. He even perfected Aizawa’s glare whenever someone other than his parents woke him up from his naps.

“Can I come cuddle with you and Dad?” You nodded as your son climbed his way up the bed. He wrapped himself up in his blanket and fell on his father’s chest. Aizawa let out a big huff and moved his son’s body in between him and you. “Sorry Dad.”

“Next time I’ll teach you how to properly wrap yourself in your blanket,” Aizawa grinned down to your son. 

“Yay! I get to be like Dad!” Youta wiggled in excitement. While he looked like Aizawa, most of his energy and personality came from you. Of course, that didn’t stop him from copying every single thing his father did.

“Maybe before your afternoon nap, okay? We still have to get up and eat breakfast,” You reminded your boys.

“But Mommy, I don’t want to get up yet. I wanted to cuddle with you and Dad.”

“It’s only logical.”

You had to suppress a giggle as you saw the identical stare your husband and son shared as they waited for you to join them. You lie back down with your arms wrapped around Youta, and Aizawa’s arm over both of you. 

You hated early mornings, but having your family together made waking up early worth it.