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CURSES MY GHOST KNIFE 4 FRAMES OF CHARACTER ACTING HAS BEEN DISCOVERED! EVERYONE HIT THE DECK!

Alright everyone, you all can thank this anon for the full course meal I’m about to serve.

I present to you…

Aizawa’s Neck: a study on why Horikoshi has to cover it with a scarf all the time.

1. That. Adam’s. Apple.  If that doesn’t make you want to kiss his throat, then I’m sorry, but you’re lying. Bonus: it was the reason I had to comment “AIZAWA’S NECK.”

2. His neck is muscular AF. Look how thick thicc and defined it is. THICC. 👏 AND. 👏 DEFINED. 👏

3. It’s literally perfect. Literally. Like, save from derpy panels, it’s not too long, too short, too thick, or too narrow. It’s proportional to him, and one of the subtler hints to how fit and strong he is without having a physically boosting quirk.

4. Basically, if it wasn’t covered by his capture weapon, the pining and thirst for this man would be even more OFF. 🙌 THE. 🙌 CHARTS. 🙌

Yeah I’ve been on a rewatch kick for it recently- and all the amenities, book, miscellaneous streams. It’s been a lot of fun doodling them cause when EE first came out I wasn’t very confident in my art- but I’ve grown a lot since then and can now actually draw the characters? Which has been crazy. I don’t remember liking the last 3 episodes as much 5 years ago- but now they’re my favorites. I can’t help it, Percy, Zora, especially Ramsey are all so charming.

Thanks for being so patient, @lemursqueaks! I really love when you send in requests and seeing your name come up. ^^ You’re a joy and have only submitted such fun requests. Thank you for them! I hope this is to your liking! It’s a little short, so if you want something longer, just let me know and I’d be happy to expand this or write something longer next time! 

Note: Definitely starts NSFW. F!Reader. 

Words: 680

Ask and you shall receive! The response to “Stay the night. Please” has already been posted under Cross His Heart. I hope that one gave you lots of good and happy feels! 

…because I have a serving of angst for you now.

Summary: The transition of moving into Heights Alliance was supposed to be a fresh start- a new start, without all the old memories and baggage of the past from his apartment. But for Aizawa, it was just another reminder of what was left behind. Even with Yamada there to comfort him, the pain still wracked his body, and he couldn’t control his mind or tears. 

Note: Expect angst. This is the reader insert version of the first one-shot I’ve ever written for my OC, Hatsuki Yamada! You can find the original version on Ao3 here. This f!reader is both Hizashi’s sister and Aizawa’s partner. 

Song Inspiration: Never Forget You - 

Zara Larsson, MNEK

Reader: Female; reference note above.

Words: 2350

‘Cause once upon a time you were my everything…

While it didn’t take Aizawa long to get set up in his room at Heights Alliance, it was still up to him to make his space feel more like home- and that was a challenge he did not rise up to. It was something he tried to do in his last place, but utterly failed at, and as more and more time passed, he forgot what that feeling was even like. In truth, when he was packing up, he struggled with deciding what to take with him. There was so much left in that place he didn’t know how to handle, and by the time the deadline rolled around, he only had the essentials packed, marked, and ready to go.

But maybe that was for the better. No matter how hard he tried to make a place feel like home, all he felt was emptiness. Home wasn’t a couch and TV in the living room- it wasn’t a fully stocked kitchen or bathroom with matching décor. To him, home was the sound of your voice when you said “Welcome back,” or “I missed you!” It was in your arms as you practically jumped on him when he arrived, or even encompassed entirely around you. Home was the light scent of jasmine and rose that stained the pillows from all the times he pinned you down after you spritzed your perfume, and it was the warmth he felt in your hands, your kiss, and your entirety.

Without you, home was simply an impossible place to find. It may as well have turned into a myth by now.

A knock on his door interrupted his ruminations.

“Shouta-kun!” an excited voice called out as the door slid open. He didn’t even have to look- that voice and excitement unmistakably belonged to the Voice Hero. “Aren’t you excited to be neighbors?~” the blond sang with a bright smile, his fingers lacing together under his chin as he fluttered his eyelashes at the 1-A homeroom teacher.

“You’re acting like it’s something new.”

“Well, being this close of neighbors is new! Hey, did you get all unpacked?” Without waiting to be invited in, Yamada brushed past the man he was all too familiar with and stepped into his room. He comically looked around, brows knitted together and a confused scowl on his face. “Eh? Is.. is this it?”

The room was as barren as possible. In the corner opposite of the door was his desk and office set up, and against the wall was a plain wardrobe. Tucked away in the corner adjacent to the door was a simple, small bed that was never meant to be shared, complete with a bedside table. Everything was minimalistically black and white, and there wasn’t anything beyond the bare necessities that he could see. It was almost unsettlingly empty. Hell, even hotel rooms were more welcoming and homier than Aizawa’s.

“…Is there something wrong with this?”

Yamada turned around to see a stare as flat and cold as the man’s voice. Void of animosity, it still lacked the subtle friendliness that he was used to seeing. Really, it was as empty as the room he stood in. Only silence filled the space inside as Aizawa closed the door behind him since it didn’t seem like his new neighbor had any intention of quickly leaving.

“Did you need something, Hizashi?”

“I was gonna ask you to help me with something, but…” The blond sighed, walking over to the bed and taking a seat on it. When he sat down, he noticed the one piece of this room that had any real character and significance: a pair of sunglasses with a white frame and holographic orange lenses- a pair identical to his, save for the optic finish. Aizawa watched him sit down and followed his gaze to the bright accessory, seating himself at his desk after turning the computer chair to face his guest. The silence only seemed to grow until he finally broke it.

“But what?”

Yamada finally tore his eyes from the sunglasses and looked across the room at his friend. “I didn’t expect your room to be so empty,” he admitted, pausing for a moment to evaluate his next words. “…Did you really say goodbye to it all?”

Aizawa’s chest tightened as he closed his eyes with a sigh. Did he really have to say it like that? It was something he was still processing and adjusting to, especially with this being their first day living inside the protection of U.A. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to answer that. Did he really say goodbye to all those things he left behind- that you left behind first? Or had he simply abandoned them and hoped they wouldn’t come back to haunt him?

For the first time in over ten years, his space wasn’t surrounded with traces of you. Here, he wouldn’t turn around and see your favorite stuffed animal on his bed- the one he won for you before ever sharing your first kiss. He wouldn’t glance at an open seat and remember you sitting there, smiling over dinner or engrossed in a book. There wasn’t a single spot in this room that you ever stood, so he wouldn’t look around and remember what it was like to hug you over there or in front of your bedroom window, watching the sunrise together. He wouldn’t have to remember how he used to press you into that spot against the wall between two hanging pictures of you both taken a year apart, and steal your kisses as you laughed and pretended to push him away. Nothing in this room was supposed to remind him of you, save for those sunglasses.

But everything still did.

“Shouta…?”

Yamada’s voice seemed so far off that it couldn’t pull him back. He was already hunched over in his seat, his head bowed and held in his hands as his elbows dug into his thighs. His body trembled as he choked back the gasps that started to shake his chest, palms wet from tears he couldn’t control. I must be so pathetic, he thought to himself, to still be crying over you, (Y/N). Yet, he couldn’t stop. The more his thoughts raced between memories he desperately clung to- memories of your voice, of your scent, and your warmth and smile and every little detail from the curl of your hair to the way you wore your makeup- the deeper he ached and the harder he sobbed.

Aizawa couldn’t stop his memories from taking the inevitable turn for the worst. Always, he was brought back to those scenes that played out in the same exact order without fail. Every detail from those moments was still carved into his mind's’ eye, painfully fresh despite how many years had passed. You gave him that bold, bright, and broad smile that everyone could put their faith in before turning around, your hair catching the air and then falling back against your studded leather jacket. He watched as you ran ahead, your footsteps masterfully silent- the very reason why you had to be the one to go first. Your stealth was second to none- not even to him.

That smile was the painful marker of the end of the good memories.

In a wet and blurry blink of his eyes, he was back in the scene that was the gateway to his own personal hell. That moment- that one moment- when he wasn’t good enough was the one that mattered the most. If he had just considered how his emotions would impact his ability to activate, maintain, and focus on his quirk and the connection between it and the scarf, he would have been prepared. He wouldn’t have fallen short, he wouldn’t have missed, and you would still be here.

But he did.

Aizawa watched as it all replayed through his head again: he threw out the end of the gray scarf- it was on the perfect trajectory to entangle the villain’s legs- and then it came flying back to him. It was so close. It was so fucking close. But, close only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades, and he watched as you disappeared through a portal, unconscious and slung over someone’s shoulder like a bag of sand, leaving your signature sunglasses behind on the ground. Why did he have to blink just then? Why couldn’t he just stare that extra second? By now, he knew why. He blinked because he couldn’t control his emotions at that time; he was so distraught by the sight of you captured and unconscious, being just out of reach, and your brother beaten and left behind- possibly dead- that he couldn’t control himself, and he blinked.

And when he blinked again, sobbing in his empty room, he felt your brother’s hand on his shoulder. As much as he wanted to react- as much as he wanted to stop the memories from flooding his mind and come back to the present reality- he couldn’t. He was long gone again, leaving an emotionally crippled mess in front of Hizashi’s eyes.

After intense and fruitful research into where you could have been taken, and with your brother’s recounts of the villains, they were able to get the upper hand and corner them. He remembered how intensely his heart was beating when they breached the warehouse and raced against time itself, Present Mic right on his heels as they went to save you. As the special forces went in and apprehended the villains, the pro heroes only had one goal in mind: rescue. They found you tied to a chair, chest rising and dropping with small breaths as you hunched forward, out cold. He took out the knife he always had on him to cut his scarf when needed and slashed through the ropes while your brother shook you and gently slapped your cheeks, trying to wake you up, but to no avail. Hizashi caught you as you fell forward when the last of the rope keeping you up gave away, letting your partner take over and pick you up to carry you as they walked out of the warehouse.

Aizawa remembered the indescribable amount of relief he felt as he carried you, feeling your warmth and breaths. He remembered thinking to himself that carrying you like this was practice for carrying you bridal style, silently promising you that the day would come sooner rather than later. Just as he was thinking about spending the rest of his life with you for the first time, he had it all stripped away. These memories pierced through his heart as he sobbed, just barely feeling Hizashi’s hand rubbing his back as the scene continued with no way to stop it.

As soon as they stepped out of the warehouse, everything changed.

Your breathing stopped.

Immediately your body went cold, as if you hadn’t taken a breath in hours- possibly even days. You were stiff, the rigor mortis setting in within seconds instead of the hours it should normally take for someone who just passed away. Your chest stopped lifting and dropping with breaths of dead air, and it was like you were frozen in time. As he felt the changes in your body, he stopped in his tracks, Present Mic pausing a few paces ahead and looking over his shoulder to see what was wrong. He would never forget the expression on Yamada’s face as his eyes lowered to see his sister’s pale body, the vital and vibrant glow of your skin nowhere to be found.

Reliving the memory, Aizawa trembled, clutching his chest as the tears started to sting from how frantically he cried. It was just like that day, when he felt your life slip out of his reach. He dropped to his knees letting go of your legs to pat your cheek as he supported your back with his arm. His heart beat even faster than it did when they broke through the warehouse, the onset of his panic fierce and debilitating.

“(Y/N).” Nothing.

“(Y/N), please.” Your rigid body absorbed his cries and tears, giving him silence and coldness in return. Within seconds, Hizashi was on the other side of you, his hand coming to your back as well as they both began to shake your body, their desperate begging met with deafness.

“(Y/N), please- please, you can’t…” your lover gasped, clutching you tight and holding your head to his chest. “Please don’t die… You can’t die…” The words were sobbed into your hair as he pressed a broken kiss to the top of your head. “Please…  You can’t just… you can’t die, please.” Even though he knew it was impossible- even though he knew it was already too late- Aizawa begged for you. He didn’t care that the medical personnel came over and needed him to let go of you, and not even your brother could tear him away.

The memories always ended that way.

“Shouta, it’s okay…”

Yamada’s voice began to reach him again as the memories began to recede. He could hear himself sob, choking on his breaths, the blackness behind his eyelids taking him back to the dorm room.

“Even with nothing here,” Aizawa gasped, “I can’t stop remembering her, Hizashi.” He lifted his head from hands, finally looking to the man who suffered just as much that day. “Everything- everything- reminds me of her. I can’t… I can’t keep it all anymore.”

The blond took a deep breath and pulled his friend into a hug. He brushed his fingers through the mess of black hair, gently shh’ing him as he rocked them back and forth. Tears immediately bled into his shirt as he offered his shoulder, quietly beginning to cry himself.

They both shared a deep loss that day- one a lover, the other a sister. And even though they shared the bond of brothers, knowing they’d never be in-laws still broke their hearts.

BIG SAME.

Freaking. Look at this smile. It’s so soft yet sincere. It’s gentle and subtle but simultaneously unmistakable. It’s like for once this man is reflecting on a moment with peace.

AND THIS BEAUTY RIGHT HERE. You know what it screams to me? Job well fucking done.

LASTLY, look at how downright disarming and irresistible and blatantly sexy this impish smile is.

I have to stop here or else this will be like 50 pictures deep and tumblr doesn’t allow that.

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk.

Summary: When you first started seeing each other, Aizawa had more time. It was summer and he didn’t have students to teach, aside from during training camp. But once classes were back in session, he got busier, and circumstances kept coming up and changing so he’d have to cancel and reschedule. Over a month went by without seeing each other. Just as you were beginning to lose hope, the hero rose to the occasion, keeping your heart as he held you in his arms. 

Note: To the anon that requested this, I will actually respond to your ask with the response for your second request- which will be nowhere near as kind or fluffy as this one. ;) 

Theme Song: Save Tonight - Eagle-Eye Cherry

Reader: Gender Neutral 

Words: 2741

Go on and close the curtains, ‘cause all we need is candlelight…

“Oh.” You tried to disguise the lack of surprise and mild disappointment you felt, but he could hear the soft drop in the tone of your voice when you said it. Oh. Was this something you were beginning to expect from him?

“That’s okay, Aizawa-san,” you quickly followed up. Your tone was chipper again. “Do you want to try for next week?” The sound of optimism was long gone, but you were still trying, which was more than he would have expected from anyone who was cancelled on so often- especially five times, now.

But still, he didn’t want to let what you two shared go. After all, you had opened his eyes to how unhealthy his lifestyle was. Sure, he was tired all the time, but that was manageable. It wasn’t until he was struggling to find time to spare for you between teaching, training, patrolling, and parenting that he realized something had to give. He couldn’t always be on duty like he was before, and that was incredibly hard for him to accept. In fact, he still hadn’t fully accepted it. However, after cancelling for the fifth time in a row, Aizawa was beginning to stretch himself thin. Flowers he bought to surprise you, and then to apologize, and then to apologize again, and again, wilted away in his room before inevitably ending up in the trash, and he could sense you were beginning to drift from him. You weren’t even surprised when he had to reschedule anymore, and despite how you always seemed enthused to, he noticed the excitement gradually fading from your voice the more you spoke.

What pained him most about these unfortunate circumstances was that he wanted to see you. He wanted to take you out again and to build on the relationship you two were starting to create. And he couldn’t. There was little that Aizawa actually pined for and wanted, and in truth, the feeling was very much foreign to him, but he still knew exactly how to label it.

“Unfortunately, I can’t next week.” He paused, his lips pursed tighter than usual as he realized it seemed like he wasn’t even trying anymore. “1-A is taking a training trip,” Aizawa added, attempting to redeem his efforts.

You didn’t respond immediately, and there was a silence that lingered until you broke it.

“I hope that their training goes well; you’re a really devoted teacher and they are very lucky to have you,” you began in a soft voice- one with intonations he hadn’t heard before. It was sweet and he could tell your well wishes were sincere, but there was something else to it that he wasn’t sure of. “It sounds like things are especially busy for you right now. If things settle down at some point, let me know?”

“Yeah. I will.”

“Thanks, Aizawa.”

The phone beeped twice, and the connection ended. It was the first time you hung up without another date in mind, and for the first time in a long, long while, the pro hero, teacher, and parent felt an emptiness in place of the equally new feeling of hope. He held onto the cellphone for a moment, just staring at the image he had assigned to your contact information. It was from your first date, when he had more free time and before classes began. The sun kissed your hair and shoulders in just the right way to add a glow to your outline, and he asked you to pause and smile his way when he took the picture because you looked heavenly to him. It was rare for him to bother with taking pictures, but that was one he could not pass on.

At the end of the day, your phone vibrated in your hand as you took the train through Tokyo to your home district. A small icon of Aizawa looking away from the camera, his chin in his palm and his expression vacant, as he leaned over a patio table blipped onto the screen, and then was followed by a small text bubble. Even if some people thought he looked bored or uninterested all the time, you saw handsomeness in his features, and catching him looking off somewhere never bothered you. You were never shy about admiring him, and always felt like he unintentionally gave you plenty of chances to. Adoring him so much made it easier to hope that you’d see him again soon, and all the harder to give up on him.

“Tonight?”

Reading the text bubble, your brows furrowed. It was unlike him to plan something so last minute. Normally, you two were scheduling at least a week in advance. You stared at his icon and question, wondering what you should do. If you said you were free tonight, would it seem like you were desperate or lame? If you didn’t, when would you finally get to see him again? The question remained unanswered until you got home, and was met with an equally simple response: “When?”

“18:45?”

“Dinner at my place?”

“Yes.”

And that was it. You hoped that these plans wouldn’t fall through as you set your phone down and changed. From the last message, you had about an hour and a half before he was supposed to arrive, so you wasted no time in looking through your kitchen for a quick meal to cook. From what you had and were in the mood for, it was going to be stir fry, which seemed fun dish for a Friday night.

As you finished cooking, you left everything on a low simmer and began to tidy up. There wasn’t much that needed to be fixed and cleaned, but you did have to close some windows since it was starting to rain. Looking outside, dark and heavy clouds obscured the sun, hiding it beneath their gray and greenish hues. A frown pressed onto your lips as you worried slightly. Would he be alright in the rain? Would he cancel? The forecast mentioned it would storm tonight, but you completely forgot about it when you were texting him.

Just as the concern was getting to you, a rapping against your door stole your attention. You pulled off your apron and hung it in the kitchen before checking to see who it was. To your surprise, Aizawa arrived early. Immediately your cheeks were warm with a blush, and you shook your head as if that could dispel it. Without further hesitance, you opened the door and greeted him with a bright smile.

“Aizawa-san! I’m glad you could make it despite the r-”

Before you could say more, he brought his hand out from behind his back, making your words trail off. The hero looked to the side while offering you a bouquet of half a dozen roses arranged to give the appearance of a spiral that went from white in the center to deep red at the tail end, roses of varying pinks and creams creating the gradient in between. Long blades of grass and baby’s breath accented the flowers, and you were speechless, the blush you tried to shake away returning. When you lifted your eyes from the roses in front of your face, you saw that Aizawa had his other hand on the back of his neck.

“Thanks for being able to meet me with such short notice.” His words sounded like a low grumble, despite the sweet intention behind them. “...and I’m sorry for all the times I’ve had to reschedule.” He hoped the six roses- one for each time he canceled, and one for tonight- could ask for your forgiveness where his voice didn’t. You weren’t sure, but for a second it looked like he was pouting, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of such a serious man making an expression like that. Your hands came up and took the bouquet, gently touching his in the process. He looked to you when he felt your caress, met with that sweet and kind grin he was surely smitten with.

“It’s alright,” you accepted his apology, guiding him into your home with a soft pull. “Come in. Let’s enjoy the time we have tonight.” Your voice was incredibly reassuring to him- as sure and calming as the sound of beach waves- and he gave you a smile. A clap of thunder echoed behind your words, startling you as it boomed. You both chuckled a bit as you came down from the minor fright and brought the flowers into the kitchen, placing them down on the counter for the time being.

This was his first time inside, despite walking you home on a handful of occasions when you two were seeing each other more regularly. The dates ended at the door with a soft kiss, and the chastity of it was endearing and even exciting in its own ways. It was part of that something new that made him want to spend his free time with you over taking a nap. Instead of looking around, the hero stepped into the kitchen and hugged you from behind, placing a familiar kiss on the nape of your neck after brushing your hair away to reveal it. You closed your eyes at his touch, all movement coming to a pause as you focused on that one point of contact.

“Even after more than a month, this feels natural to me,” he whispered softly, kissing the ridge of your ear afterwards. Keenly, you noticed that the time apart made him act bolder than before. It had been rare for him to initiate intimacy or romance, but now he was holding you from behind and placing soft kisses and sweet nothings against your skin

“What’s this?” you asked coyly as you turned around, leaning back against the counter and placing your hands on his chest. Dark eyes gazed down into yours as you smirked up at him, playful and impish as he tried earnestly to pick up his courtship where it was left off. “Did a bit of absence make you grow bolder, Aizawa-san?”

“Fonder,” he corrected you with a soft smile, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and tilt your head face towards his. “May I..?” His gentleness made you blush lightly, and you nodded, keeping your eyes on his until they slowly shut.

A ripple of crackling thunder tore through the romantic atmosphere, interrupting the kiss before it began and making you jump into his arms. Instinctively, he held you close, a hand on the back of your head as he kissed your hair. Your hidden cheeks were warm with a deep blush as you silently chided yourself for your skittishness. It wasn’t like you to be so on edge, but during unusually bad storms, an exception was made. Typhoons terrified you- they always had. As the thunder faded out, the lights began to flicker and you pulled back from the safety of a secure and warm hug. Winds howled as they drove raindrops into windows and walls, the stormy concerto hardly muted despite being inside.

“Ah- excuse me,” you gently pushed him away, turning to the stove and turning off everything that was on a simmer in the flickering light. He watched you for a second before stepping to your side.

“Do you have any candles? I’ll light them just in case.”

You paused from your task, looking at him with a hint of surprise. His calmness and rationality were always so attractive to you, and especially so right now. Your lips closed into a smile and you nodded. “Thank you. There’s a lighter in the drawer next to the fridge, and there are some candles already out in the living room. I think I have some tea lights in one of the hallway closets, too.” He nodded at your words, placing his hand on your lower back and giving your cheek a soft kiss before retrieving the lighter and leaving to light the candles as the electricity fed in and out.

Left alone, you got two bowls ready for dinner, finishing just in time as the electricity buzzed low before it cut out altogether. As you stepped into the dining area, you could see the soft glow of the candles Aizawa already lit, his silhouette moving around as the last of the smaller, circular ones came to life. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, admiring the hero as warm yellow light illuminated his handsomely rugged face. Once the fire caught onto the wick, he put out the lighter and looked up from the candle, catching you staring, presumably, at him.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the sky behind your shutters went white with lightning, another deafening cut of thunder following. Whatever he said was lost to that moment and didn’t return as he noticed you trembling. It only took a second, and he was at your side, taking the bowls from you and placing them on the dining table so he could pull you into his arms.

“It’s alright…” His voice was so gentle and soft, you wondered how you even heard it with the storm. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist, focusing on the way his fingertips brushed through your hair and how his heart beat just a bit harder than you were used to. In his steadiness, he grounded you and made you feel safe. As he felt your shakiness calm, he leaned back so he could glance at your face in the candlelight and smiled. It was everything you needed right then and there, and you smiled back at him, relieved he was so caring and didn’t shame you for how the storm terrified you. Leaning into him as you rose onto your tiptoes, you pecked his lips.

“Thank you.”

You stepped out of his arms and disappeared back into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of wine and two appropriate glasses. He picked up the bowls with a smile, and instead of sitting at the table, Aizawa suggested cuddling up together on the couch because it’d be more relaxing (but you knew it was so you were close together for the coming claps of thunder). Even with the power out, you two managed to enjoy yourselves. It wasn’t much of a surprise since neither one of you relied on electronics and media to hold a conversation or pass the time. In the candlelight with the soft scent of berries blending into the air, you told him about why storms like the one today were so jarring, and he promised that he’d keep you safe. Dreams were exchanged, some smaller secrets uncovered and confessed, and your relationship deepened to a first-name basis.

With the bowls stacked on the coffee table, you laid with your back against his chest, comfortably between his legs as he reclined with his head using the arm of the couch as a pillow. Your forehead pressed against the crook of his neck while you idly played with his fingers, hands coming together only to part, continuing in a sweet back and forth. He rested his free hand on your stomach, holding you in his embrace as if he could shield you from the bright bursts of lightning and the roaring thunders that followed. You pressed your fingers between his and held his hand on your stomach, locking yourself away in his safety.

Slowly, you stopped playing with his hand and brought yours back to touch his cheek, turning your face to gaze up at him. The smaller candles had died, letting the room grow darker and darker as hours passed together. His hand joined yours on his cheek, and he softly kissed your palm before looking down at you.

“Stay the night. Please,” you whispered to him. Aizawa brought his hand to your chin and tilted it just a bit more, placing a soft kiss on your lips in response.

“Of course, (Y/N).” His lips befell yours once again. “Anytime you need me, I’ll hold you through the night.” The words were sincere, but he could still see the hesitance in your expression, so he hooked his pinky with yours and kissed the knuckle of his index finger as he stared into your eyes. “I promise.”