#kooocho

bakugou had lived through explosions, villain attacks, collapsing buildings.

nothing had prepared him for a four year old.

you had your son with your previous pro hero boyfriend, that ended up breaking your heart slowly but surely over time. that man was an asshole, according to katsuki.

he didnt cheat, he didnt get violent with you, he made sure he didnt do anything major, just enough for it not to be call-out-worthy, but he always did something to disappoint you. whether it would be to check out other women, hide his phone from you, cancel plans, not talk to you, and the list continues.

unfortunately for you both, katsuki had been there for you throughout that whole relationship. he lent you a shoulder to cry on, but he wasn't hesitant with telling you the hard truth about that man. you've known bakugou since highschool, you have both practically fought against death together, you should have trusted his judgement, but you were naive enough to think he could've changed him.

the cherry on top was when you got pregnant and had to deal with the "me or the baby" dilemma.

you were only 20 at that time, you had and still have your whole life and career ahead of you. we were not going to let a man dictate your life. so you chose what felt right.

your highschool friends including bakugou and your family all were there and offered support.

and after you had given birth, you and bakugou moved in together in an apartment near the city. it was convenient for you both in many ways. you both worked in the same industry, under the same agency, worked similar shifts, and neither of you could justify paying for seperate apartments when rookie pro hero salaries would disappear into rent, and your child's expenses in your case.

it was practical, thats all. at least, thats what katsuki insisted it was.

the first week had been hell. not because of you or katsuki.

but because of him.

bakugou had opened the bathroom door one morning only to nearly step on a tiny plastic dinosaur.

"...the hell?"

he looked down.

a green T-Rex stared back at him.

he sighed.

stepped over it. like the psychopath he is.

took exactly two more steps before something painfully sharp dug into the arch of his foot.

he looked down once again.

"...WHO THE HELL LEAVES LEGO ON THE FLOOR?!"

a tiny gasp came from the hallway.

your son peeked around the corner, clutching another dinosaur to his chest.

"...i did."

bakugou looked at him.

The little boy looked back. of course, who else could it have been?

"...well don't."

"...okay."

"...okay what?"

"...okay... mr. bakugou."

then your son ran off from the crime scene searching for you.

katsuki tch'ed.

katsuki wasnt going to be mean to a kid, especially not yours. but he definitely wasnt warm.

he would ruffle his hair, call him a brat, ask about his day at school, and pack his lunches, thats about it.

he wasnt going to step up for his shitty dad, he was simply doing it to make your life a bit easier, when you were exhausted, showering or sleeping.

your four year old on the other hand, adored katsuki.

he followed bakugou everywhere, from the kitchen to the his bedroom, from then to the laundry room, from that to the living room. it was clear that the kid admired him so much. he thought he was the coolest man on earth.

shiny and sparkly quirk, makes tasty food, and really strong, which kid wouldnt admire him?

not to mention that your son loved to ask katsuki dumb questions.

if it was katsuki's turn to make dinner, he would be met with tiny footsteps approaching him.

katsuki would look down to see a pair of big, curious eyes looking back.

"what are you making?"

"food"

"oh"

"can i watch?"

"sure"

"what are you doing now?"

"washing the dishes"

"cool"

that dynamic mostly changed, when one day you and katsuki went to pick up your son from daycare only for him to come meet you crying.

you dropped to his level quickly and gave him a hug, your heart aching for him.

"what happened? why are you crying?"

the kid refused to say anything, he just continued to cry silently, you picked him up in your arms towards the car.

once the three of you arrived home, you placed him on the couch to watch his favorite cartoons, it was the only time during the weekdays that he could watch the tv, while you and katsuki need at least a good thrity minute to change from your hero gear, take a shower and get comfortable.

once that was done, you sat next to your son on the couch while katsuki was in the kitchen.

"tell me, why are you sad, baby? did something happen?" you asked gently, rubbing his cheek.

"my mate was making fun of my drawing today" hiccup, "during art today," your son gave up on the tough act and leaned in to hug you.

"what did he say, my love?"

"he said that it looked bad, then he took the drawing and threw it in the trash.."

"oh no..thats not good," you looked down at him, continuing to rub his little back, attempting to comfort him.

katsuki walked in the living room, giving the little boy his after-daycare, snack plate, of a cheese sandwich and a juice box.

"did you tell the teacher about this?" you asked as he sat down between you and katsuki and began eating.

he nodded, "they didnt do anything, she just said that he needs to be nice to me."

you sighed, unsure what to do, should you comfort your son till he forgets about this incident, hoping it doesnt repeat. should you yell at the employees to do a better job at preventing bullying amongst the kids, or should you request a meeting with the parent of that child.

then a voice broke you out from your thoughts.

"ill handle this, dont worry, we are going to fix this." katsuki said, looking down at your four year old, "ill make sure that he doesnt mess with you again."

your son looked up at bakugou and nodded before he continued indulging in his plate.

the next day, katsuki was dropping off your son at daycare, while you went to work before him.

later that day, katsuki also insisted on picking him up. and that day was completely different from the one before. your son was running up to you both hugging your legs smiling from ear to ear.

"mama!"

he exclaimed, happy to see you.

you picked him in your arms, "hey, my love, did you have a good day?"

he nodded happily, "yes! we went to the park with the teachers today and i made new friends"

katsuki ruffled his hair, "thats amazing, are you ready to go home now?"

your son nodded as he hugged you.

the way home felt lighter.

not because the grocery bags were any less heavy.

because the little hand swinging between yours was.

your son practically bounced along the sidewalk, excited, he pointed at everything that caught his attention.

"mama! mr, bakugou! look"

you looked towards what he was pointing at.

a tiny sparrow had landed on the nearby fence.

"its a bird!"

"it is, lovely, isnt it so cute?" you said, giggling back.

"i think he is looking at us."

"i think so too,"

"he probably likes mr. bakugou."

bakugou snorted from your other side. carrying most of the grocery bags.

"...the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"katsuki! language!"

"'cause mr. bakugou is cool."

"tch."

the corners of katsuki's mouth twitched upward for barely a second.

by the time you reached the apartment, your son had already forgotten all about the day before.

children were funny like that.

they could carry heartbreak that felt impossibly heavy one afternoon...

only to wake up smiling the next morning.

you envied that.

once you all had settled home and changed, it was time to cook dinner, and today it was your turn.

you were in the kitchen, apron on, looking at your recipe. you and katsuki had made a rule for cooking. whoever is in charge gets to decide what to make.

chicken pasta with veggies, you decided on, something simple and tasty.

you measured the amount of pasta and dunked in the boiling pot, beginning to chop up your chicken into pieces.

"mama, can I help make dinner?"

a voice suddenly spoke from below.

you looked over your shoulder from where you were cutting.

"you can get a chair and help me stir the pasta."

before your son could even climb onto the chair..

"nah."

bakugou reached over.

"you ain't tall enough." he said, and without another word, he lifted him beneath the arms and sat him carefully on the kitchen stool beside the counter.

"there."

your son beamed.

"thank you!"

"yeah..yeah," bakugou said with ruffling his hair.

and from there it continued to grow.

bakugou would go on grocery runs with your son to buy him his favorite snacks, he would pick him up from daycare more often, make his lunches instead of just packing them, teach him cool superhero moves, he would even read him bed time stories and promise to protect him from the monsters. katsuki became his superhero.

fast forward a couple months later, it was safe to say that after 2 years of living together, katsuki was warming up to the kid, especially after his fourth birthday rolled around.

when you had thrown him a big birthday party, inviting all his mates from daycare at a play ground. your son had the time of his life, playing and laughing with his friends, eating sweets enough for a year and receiving gifts.

the presents were opened one by one.

coloring books, building blocks, hero costumes, dinosaurs, toy cars, plushies, every gift was met with the same wide-eyed excitement only a four year old could have.

it wasn't wrapped particularly well. the corners of the paper were uneven. the tape had clearly been applied with absolutely zero patience.

you smiled to yourself.

"...katsuki." you whispered to him.

"what."

"...you wrapped this, didn't you?"

"maybe...stop laughing idiot!" he whisper yelled at you,

"...im sorry." you said trying your best not to get louder from laughter.

the other parents laughed quietly.

your son climbed into bakugou's lap without asking, holding the box between them.

"can you help me?"

"i ain't opening your presents for you, brat."

"pleeease?"

bakugou sighed dramatically.

"...fine."

with surprisingly gentle fingers, he peeled away the tape while your son enthusiastically ripped the paper apart.

inside...

was a small pair of black training gauntlets.

not real ones, obviously. safe foam replicas that had been clearly custom-made.

alongside them... a tiny hero notebook.

the cover read in messy handwriting.

future hero training log.

your son stared, his tiny mouth slowly fell open.

"no way..."

bakugou scratched the back of his neck.

"oh my god! this is so cool!"

"you definitely- this is the best gift ever!"

sour son launched himself forward.

wrapping both tiny arms around Bakugou's neck.

"i love it, than you!"

bakugou froze.

"...oi, careful."

"thank you!"

"...yeah, youre welcome, happy birthday."

your son didn't let go.

not for another full minute.

his favorite one was most definitely the gift from katsuki.

at this point, the party had ended hours ago.

the sugar crash hit your son, and he had barley made it five minutes into the drive home.

"mama..."

"hm?"

"im sleepy.."

"i know, lovely"

"mama..can i sleep?"

you laughed, "you dont need permission"

no response, and thirty seconds later you heard soft hums from the back seat, you smiled to yourself.

you looked over to katsuki and thanked him.

"what are you thanking me for, hm?"

"thanks for making time for him, i really do appreciate it, i was worried that he would be missing a father figure in his life, but clearly he has the best uncle ever." you smiled at him.

he gave you a soft smile in return which was rare for him.

"dont mention it, y/n. its your son after all, besides hes not so bad after all for a little brat, im just glad we can both do this before getting even busier with our hero careers."

you hummed in agreement, "you are right".

when you got home, bakugou quietly opened the passenger door before you even unbuckled yourself.

"i got him."

"you've carried enough today."

"its okay, i said I got him."

"...okay."

so you decided to carry in his new gifts while katsuki lifted your sleeping son in his arms.

He carefully lifted your sleeping son into his arms.

one tiny fist grabbing onto the front of Bakugou's hoodie.

bakugou looked down at him for a second and chuckled.

"...heavy little brat."

you smiled softly.

"you say that every time."

"'cause he is."

"you've been saying that since he was two."

"he is heavy than too."

you let out a soft laugh as you entered the apartment, and bakugou carried him down the hallway, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot.

he knelt beside the small bed.

carefully placing him on his bed, quickly changing his clothes to his pyjamas and eased him beneath the blankets.

removed the tiny foam gauntlets from his hands.

Set them neatly on the bedside table.

pulled the blanket up over his shoulders.

then...

almost as an afterthought, he brushed one stubborn lock of hair away from the little boy's forehead.

"...night."

you'd been standing in the doorway the entire time.

watching.

he turned around.

"...what?"

"...nothing."

"...right, of course."

You smiled.

"i was just thinking."

"thats dangerous."

"it is," you said, continuing your way to the kitchen. katsuki quickly following you.

a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. as you both relaxed on the couch, it wasn't awkward. it never really was anymore. the television was off. the living room was clean and tidy, and there were no dishes in the sink. the city lights filtered through the apartment windows.

you looked over at katsuki who was currently on his phone.

"he'd changed." you thought to yourself, not in personality. he still complained. still grumbled. still looked permanently annoyed at the world.

but,

he'd become softer.

the kind of softness that only appeared when nobody was looking. except that you'd started looking.

and once you noticed it, you couldn't stop.

"what?"

his voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"...hm?" you quickly snapped back to reality.

"you've been staring."

"...have i?" you answer, trying to look oblivious.

"yeah."

"...sorry."

he snorted.

"there you go again." he smiled, while looking down at his phone once again.

"...right." you smiled sheepishly. "i am working on it."

"slowly." he added.

"very."

another silence.

this one lingered longer.

you found yourself tracing circles against the mug in your hands.

"...can i ask you something?"

"depends."

"on?"

"whether it's stupid."

you laughed.

he turned off his phone once he was done reading whatever email he had received and placed it down.

"go on."

you hesitated.

"...why?"

"...what?"

"why did you stay?"

he frowned.

"...the hell kinda question is that?"

"i'm serious."

you looked down at your hands.

"you didn't have to, you didnt have to do any of this yknow?, like help him, make him happy, help raise the kid." you paused for a second to collect your thoughts.

"nobody forced you to wake up early for daycare, take him there when i get called in for work early, or fold his laundry."

he huffed a laugh.

your smile faded into something smaller.

"...you didn't have to become such a big part of our lives. his life"

you swallowed.

"..we simply live here."

katsuki leaned back against the couch.

his arms folded across his chest.

he didn't answer immediately.

he rarely did when the conversation mattered.

instead...he thought.

"at first..." he started quietly.

"...it was because i couldn't stand watchin' you do everythin' alone, i care for you, even though youre an idiot. you are still one of my closest friends, and i wanted to give you a hand after the shit you dealt with."

you looked up.

"you were exhausted, you'd come home barely able to stand, then you'd still cook, clean and play with him." katsuki paused, he then looked at you and continued.

"...then wake up and do it all over again."

he shook his head.

"...pissed me off."

"...why?" you asked, placing your mug on the coffee table, genuinely confused.

"'cause nobody should have to do that."

he looked toward the hallway.

"then, somehow, sometime along the way, the span of these two years, he stopped feeling like your kid."

your eyebrows knitted together.

"...what?"

he sighed.

"...not like that." he laughed.

"the brat became a part of my routine if you know what i mean."

he searched for the words, visibly irritated that they weren't coming easily.

his jaw tightened.

"i'd hear some kid laughin' outside and think it sounded like him. it wasnt something i decided, y/n, and im sorry if this is considered stepping over your boundaries."

he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

your chest tightened.

"katsuki, i-"

"and more importantly.."

he continued, quieter this time.

"...you."

"huh, what about me?"

he let out a slow breath.

"that happened too."

you blinked. "what?"

"...this."

he gestured vaguely between the two of you.

"trust me, i don't know when, or why, i just..fuck"

he dragged a hand over his face.

"my dumbass started lookin' forward to comin' home, noticing your laughs, helping you out when you were tired, and it just kept getting worse from there."

he gave a small, humorless laugh.

your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

"...worse?"

he looked directly at you.

"yeah.." he exhaled deeply, "cause, once again, somewhere along the path, you stopped being my roommate that i share an apartment with to save money, or my best friend that i wanted to help out.

his voice was steady.

honest.

"...i don't know exactly when. i can't point to one moment, it wasnt any dramatic bullshit, im not gonna sit here and pretend this is a perfect love story or anything.."

"it just..." he exhaled once again. "kept buildin'."

now he was looking directly at you, "little thing, that kept building ,till one day i realised, that i really dont know anymore."

the kitchen felt impossibly still. the living room fell quiet.

you stared at him. not finding the correct words or the appropriate thoughts.

he had taken every word you'd been carrying for months, and spoken them first.

you laughed softly.

almost in disbelief.

"you know what's funny, katsuki?"

"what."

"i was scared."

"of?"

"that if i ever felt something again, like romantic feelings specfically, id be betraying myself, falling for the same shit"

he frowned.

"after..him."

"i promised myself i'd never need anyone again, never depend on anyone and never let anyone become that important, and then i just kept seeing you, you would visit me often at my old house, show up at my office, id see you during patrols, everyday."

"you kept on showing up, everyday, for me, buying me coffees, dropping me home, and for my son, without asking for anything in return from me."

you smiled through the tears gathering in your eyes.

"it wasn't one moment for me either. it was during the stupidest shit ever, while packing lunch for him, it looked terrible."

he snickered.

"they did."

you moved closer. not all the way. just enough to close that awkwardly big gap between you guys.

"i don't think i woke up one morning in love with you, its true, youve been a great friend for a while, i just think.."

you looked into his crimson eyes.

"i just never noticed the feeling growing, until it was too big to ignore."

he draped his arm around on you, on the couch, and for a long moment, none of you moved, just staring into oblivion, katsuki then slowly reached out first, hesitant, as if he was giving you the chance to step away.

his rough hand found yours. fingers slowly threading together.

"i guess this was kinda idiotic from the both of us.." he muttered.

you laughed through the tears threatening to spill.

"hey!" you said, playfully slapping his chest.

"can i kiss you?" he whispered.

your smile widened.

"there is no way you just asked permission."

he clicked his tongue. "answer the damn question."

"yes."

he closed the small distance between you. there was nothing rushed about it. nothing desperate. just a slow, careful kiss. unspoken feelings settled between the two of you. there was no desperation. no rush. just relief.

when you pulled away, neither of you spoke.

then a moment later, katsuki whispered.

"...about damn time."

you laughed quietly, your fingers finding his.

"yeah."

another kiss. deeper this time, then another, your lips kept on chasing his, him chasing you, then suddenly it grew more aggressive, hungry.

katsuki picked you up swiftly, your legs wrapping around his waist, and somehow the distance between the livingroom and your bedroom disappeared one careful step at a time, interrupted only by quiet laughter and the occasional sarcastic remark from katsuki.

for the first time in years, you let yourself lean on someone without feeling guilty for it.

the bedroom door clicked shut behind you. and for the first time since you'd become a mother, you weren't carrying everything by yourself anymore.

katsuki placed you gently on your bed.

"try to not be so loud, yeah? we dont wanna your brat up." he said, fingers rubbing your cheek, you nodded. before tugging him by his collar and crashing your lips together again.

it was clear that you both wanted each other, you could see him growing harder in his jeans.

"fuck" he muttered, "lemme take this off you, yeah?" he said, playing with the hem of your shirt, "katsuki, please." you whispered in his ear, as he was gently sucking on the skin of your neck and jaw.

"please what, baby" he hummed, continuing to work his way from your jaw down to your collarbone. peppering your skin with small kisses and bites.

"take it off, please"

he smiled, satisfied, "arms up"

it was embarrassing how fast you obeyed, lifting your arms up for him to take your shirt off, exposing your black lacy bra.

he tossed your shirt somewhere on the floor, before muttering under his breath. "so beautiful," he said, rubbing his hands over your upper chest, waiting for your approval, before you guided his hands down to your tits, he kneaded you for a bit through your bra before he shortly after unclasped it and tossed it with the forgotten shirt.

"shit, youre unreal," he said, leaning down, taking one nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it while rubbing the other one with his fingers. the sensation was driving you crazy.

you began grinding into his clothed cock, while pushing his head down on you, whispering his name.

he released your nipple, before rubbing down your tummy, kissing down your happy trail till he found your pants.

"katsuki take off your shirt, not fair." you said, as you tugged down your own pants.

he chucked before he threw the shirt over his head, "there there, stop whining."

fuck, this isnt the first time youve seen him shirtless, matter fact, you have countless times, during training, med checkups, etc, but not like this, not when its dark and he is about to be as possibly close to you.

he leaned down to kiss you once again, and your hands were now finding their way on his pecs and biceps.

his fingeres once again were tugging and playing with your pants before he yanked them down as well, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

katsuki groans at the sight before he also takes his jeans off, he presses one quick kiss to your lips before laying down between your legs, "katsuki.." you groaned, rolling your hips, "i need you, please".

"god i need you too," he whispers against your skin, he takes your panties off and pushes your legs apart, and buries his face between them, eating you out as you arch your back. "fuck, so beautiful, baby." he mutters against your skin.

"fuck.. katsuki-" you say, gripping his hair tightly, "yeah, right there, shit, fuck you know-" you release a high-pitched moan as his tongue flicks over your clit, legs shaking, "you taste so good.." he mumbles against you.

he can feel your orgasm building quick, he sucks hard, slowly inching in his middle and ring finger, curling them, his eyes lifting to see your face melt, "mmmph.. fuck, this feels so good.." you moan loudly, he slaps your inner thigh at that.

"shh, baby, we dont wanna wake anyone up, now, do we?" you nod, head dropping back. he begins to pump his fingers and suck on you at the same time, "p-please katsuki..."

your orgasm now is approaching, you try to squirm away from katsuki due to the overwhelming sensation, but he is quick to keep your down, "dont move too much now," he tells you, holding you in place by your hips.

"oh my god-" you cry out, nails clenching the sheets below you, "shit, katsuki..im gonna- shit, gonna cum.." you whimper, your body shaking, "cmon, all for me, let me see how good i make you feel"

your entire body locks up before you get hit with your climax, moaning his name loudly as you cum, grinding your face slowly against his face through the orgasm.

he slowly gets up from between your legs, yanks his jeans off, and leans down to kiss you. you accept his lips with no question, "nasty girl," he says, kissing you once on the cheek. "you did so good, angel."

he went down, to give your breast a rough squeeze once again, "i need you," he whispered before lining himself, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, "ill get a condom first, hol on."

you kept him in place with your thighs, "im on the pill, its fine."

pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering slow kisses from your breasts down to your stomach. when he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.

you whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.

"katsuki…"

"you're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you again.

you drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.

you weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. your were sure you looked like a mess.

hair tangled, eyes red and wet, probably bloated from the day.

"i-im not" you protested as he kept sinking inch by inch. "don't say that." his lips turned upside down back like you had just offended him personally, "stop undermining yourself, give your self some love, okay?"

when he finally bottomed out, you both let out a sigh, you felt so full. but you were also growing impatient, you needed him badly, and he needed you too.

you grind slowly, feeling him, every inch of his dick between your folds,

"youre so big, katsuki" he groans at your statement, "fuck" as he begins to push in and out of you, his hands gripping your hips. "god, baby you're so damn tight-" as he continues to thrusts up into you.

you’d never felt so filled in your life. you could practically see him in your cervix. katsuki was also absolutely losing it with each thrust, both of you completely overwhelmed with one and another.

katsuki continues to thrust into you till a beyond pornographic moan left your mouth when he found your g-spot, "katsuki! oh my god...please" you moaned loudly once again. "right there, fuck me harder!" you practically screamed, clenching and biting his shoulder.

"shit baby, can feel you clenching up on me.. fuck"

"katsuki! ch-ch choke me, baby please!" katsuki looked up, eyes wide, "huh, alright, yes angel" he watched you as your hand covered his, eyes rolling back, he was fucking you dumb as he went deeper and gripped your neck harder.

both of you were getting louder, it was clear that you were gonna cum. you thought of you using your free hand to reach down between your bodies and rub circles on your clit to help take you over the edge, that feeling was heavenly but only lasted a couple seconds, before you were gone.

as you came, your body went completely still under his, legs shaking on the mattress as your hands and legs relaxed, "fuck, you feel so good, cumming around me like this, shit" katsuki moaned, clearly approaching his orgasm.

your hands now taking his face and smashing your lips to his, his thrusts became insanely harsh and sloppy, next thing you knew, he was moaning in your mouth deeply.

you moaned into his lips as you felt his warm cum feeling you up completely.

he pulled out and you both winced at that feeling before you dropped on the bed next to you. none of you had the energy to get up so you both just cuddled up to one another in your bed, covered in your sheets.

"you okay?" he asked kissing your forehead, and removing hair strands from your face. you nodded in return, "thank you katsuki"

he laughed, "no need to thank me angel, i wanted to make you feel special, im glad i got to fullfil my wish" he kissed your lips before pulling the sheets to your shoulders.

"goodnight, baby" he said hugging you tighter to his body.

"night, katsuki"

.

aizawa sighs, tired as always. his long hair falling into his face. "patrol luckily ended early."

you nod and give him a small hum. your eyes still not meeting his. "well, thats good for you. food is ready and on the counter whenever you are."

he catches your subtle annoyed tone. "what's that supposed to mean exactly?"

you shrug, "nothing. i just didnt think you remembered what early even was..."

he runs a hand over his face, frustration and guilt blending together. “i told you, y/n. it’s been busy lately. you know..with all the threats and attacks happening in the city.”

"yeah i get that..but it feels like you its always busy. you are always busy.." you sigh a little bit. stopping yourself, debating whether you should continue or not.

"it is like there is always trouble, a villain or someone who needs saving and cannot wait. but i feel like its not fair...." your eyes finally meet his. "like you never catch a break..are there no other heros?"

"y/n..its not about how many heros there are, its about experience. while the older heros are out, they are simultaneously training the upcoming ones so nobody overworks theirselves." he said, sighing and making his way closer to you.

you nod to what he is saying. showing that you are understanding what he is trying to say. but the ache in your heart doesnt fade. "i know..and i respect what you do for the city. its just-" you pause, deciding not to continue.

"its fine, im sorry for overreacting." as you got up, he caught your wrist.

"just what?" he asks, with a serious tone.

"i-it just..just feels like you are giving the best parts of yourself to everyone else, and i get what is left after your tired day to put your pieces back together for the next."

he slowly lets go of your wrist. "thats not true."

"isn't it?" you whisper. "you come home exhausted and half-asleep which is again, understandable. you barley talk due to waves of tiredness washing over you. i know you are doing important stuff out there and saving the world. b-but.. its doesnt mean that i dont miss you much, shouta. i miss feeling like i also mattered to you."

he exhales, quiet but heavy. “you do matter, y/n.”

you shake your head, staring down at your hands. “sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. no matter what you say."

"shouta..you are a pro-hero. strong, calm and respected. everyone looks at you and admire you for who you are. you do deserve all of it and more, you really do." you sigh, looking away, eyes beginning to tear up.

"b-but then there is me..i dont save anyone. i dont have people relying on me or any of that sort. i just try to live on and about my day and do my best to make your life as easy as possible. trying not to add any more burdens on your already tough life."

he moves closer, embracing you in a hug. "you are not a burden to me, never."

“then why do i feel like i have to fight for your attention most of the time?” your voice cracks, eyes glistening. “maybe you’d be better off with someone who understands your world. someone who actually gets what it’s like to be a hero.”

aizawa’s brow furrows, his tone steady but filled with something raw. “don’t ever say that.”

you blink, startled.

he kneels slightly, making sure you’re looking at him. “i don’t want another hero. i don’t need someone who understands my job. i need someone who reminds me there’s more to life than patrols and villains. you’re the reason i come home at all.”

his words hang heavy between you, quiet but real.

you swallow hard, nodding, then whispering, “then why does it still hurt?”

he lets out a small breath, sitting you both on the couch, close enough that your knees touch. “because i’ve been failing you,” he admits, voice low. “i thought working harder would protect the people i care about, including you, but in reality, all i’ve done is push you away.”

you look at him, really look at him. his tired eyes, his messy hair, the guilt sitting behind his calm expression.

“i just want to feel like i still have you,” you say softly.

he reaches out, fingers brushing yours, a faint tremor in his hand. “you do,” he murmurs. “you always have.”

he exhales again, long and heavy. "i know i’ve been distant, and i hate that. but it’s not because of you. it’s because i keep thinking i have to be everything for everyone. somehow i forget that i already have everything i need when i walk through that door.”

"y/n."

"yes?"

"im sorry that i made you forget how important you are to me."

your breath trembles a little, "then remind me."

quickly his lips crash onto yours, embracing your lips in a kiss. at first it was slow, taking his sweet time. then it grew needier over time, mainly from you, needing to feel him more.

"shouta. if you are exhauste-"

"no, gotta remind my wife exactly who she is." he states confidently, leading you both to your bedroom.

"you havent eaten yet though..the food will get cold." you explained, concerned for his sake.

"ill do that later, i gotta much more of an important task to do right now." he says, laying on the mattress.

taking his shirt off alongside his belt and trousers. leaving himself in his boxers.

leaning down, to capture your lips once again. you moaned into the kiss. "shouta-" you whispered as his kissed began trailing from your lips, down to your jaw and all the way to your chest.

he lifted your shirt off, and pulled down your sweatpants. taking one of your bare breasts in his hand and massaging the mound as you moaned with every move.

"fuck..shouta. please..need you."

"relax. ill give you exactly what you need."

he said, taking his boxers off. he was already semi-hard. he also helps you out of your panties and throws both clothing articles somewhere.

bringing one of his hands down again to massage your other breast while his fingers on the other hand work on touching your clit.

"daddy-please..need you already."

"alright, sweetheart. just be patient a little, okay?"

his fingers on your clit were speeding up, rubbing the circles a little faster. making you closer with each move. he then slowly slipped in a finger, preparing you for the stretch of his dick.

"fuck..im gon- please.." you whimpered for him, needy to cum on his fingers.

"yeah, let go for me. come on my fingers, sweetheart." he said encouraging you, slipping a second finger in.

you moaned loudly with your high, your back slightly arching off the bed and toes curling.

your breathing was unstable at first. but as soon as your breathing went back to normal. aizawa was on your neck again, sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh. as soon as he was done, he soothed the spot with his tongue and saliva, continuing to trail kisses down your neck, while holding your hand tightly.

"fuck, you ready for me?" aizawa said, lining himself at your hole.

"im ready, daddy...please i need you so baa-" the end of your sentence was cut off by a moan. caused by aizawa inching his dick inside of you. slowly.

"ahh..fuck, how are you so damn tight all the fucking time?" he hissed as he grabbed your hips and began moving slowly once he bottomed out.

"you feel so good, shouta. so big.."

he chuckled. "fuck, i missed this feeling, baby..." aizawa said as he began speeding up his thrusts. making your toes curl harder, your eyes squeeze shut and your hands finding their way to his hair and tugging harshly.

you are spread out beneath aizawa. at this point, you needed him impossibly deeper inside of you that you locked your legs around him. both of your hands still harshly tugging on his locks.

he is fighting to let go of his own sounds as well. gritting his teeth to swallow the moans, his hips were slapping desperately against yours. your back is arching into him and your eyes are squeezed shut so hard you are sure you are going to see weird shapes when you open them.

"fuck, baby. you feel so fucking good." he whispers into your ears. his hips still rocking against you. his hands glued to your hips.

once he started hitting a special spot inside of you, you moaned his name so loudly.

"fuck- shouta..you feel so- ahh, ahh, so fucking good..fuck-"

"yeah? always a good girl for me, screaming loud to make sure you let everyone know who is fucking you this good."

your sounds makes him groan. making him speed up his thrusts, as he was chasing his high.

"fuck me, baby.." he says softly, his eyes meeting yours. "you have been all lonely waiting for me like this. hmm? soaked just from thinking about me coming home to you, hmm? fucking you this good after patrol."

you nod helplessly, chasing your high. your lip formed an "o" as he circles your clit again with slow, firm pressure. a choked sound spilling from your throat, and he smirks, kissing you, swallowing your noises as his fingers tease lower.

it was his turn to clench his eyes now as you were squeezing extremely hard on him, signalling that you were about to come.

"fuck shouta.. gotta cum. please let me cum.."

"yeah, cmon, come for daddy then. be a good girl and do it" he encourages further as you let out a choked moan while you tug harshly at his scalp and bite down on his shoulder.

"fuck- good girl, baby. im bouta come now, will you let me come inside, sweetheart?"

"yes, please come inside me, i need you so badly.."

"shit..im gonna come, take it, baby." he hissed as he spills his hot seed inside of you.

you both take some time to catch your breath before he lays down next you, brining your naked body closer to his own.

after a couple minutes, both of your breathing went back to normal and room was quiet. the faint light from the hallway spills across the sheets. painting you both a soft orange-y brown-ish colour.

aizawas arm is wrapped tightly around you. your head resting against his chest.

neither of you say a word for some time. its not awkward silence. just silence.

his fingers trace lazy circles on your shoulder. “you always think too much after sex,” he murmurs.

you huff a tiny laugh, voice still hoarse. “can’t help it.”

“what’s on your mind this time, hm?” he asks, his tone softer now, less tired than before.

you hesitate, then whisper, “i just don’t ever want to feel like i’m asking for too much.”

he exhales slowly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’re not. i’ve just been too far in my own head to see how much i was neglecting you, you matter to me the most, i want you to be aware of that. always.”

you nod, eyes fixed on the way your fingers play with the fabric of the blanket. “i don’t need constant attention. i just… need you. here. even if it’s quiet.”

he hums low in his throat, pulling you a little closer. “then that’s what i’ll give you. not promises i can’t keep just my best efforts"

you smile faintly, closing your eyes.

aizawa tilts his head to look at you, exhaustion softening into something tender. “you know, for someone who says she’s not a hero, you’ve saved me more than anyone else ever could. from loneliness, depression, demotivation, and much more.”

you glance up at him, eyes stinging a bit again. “you always say things like that right when i’m trying not to cry.”

he chuckles quietly, his thumb brushing along your cheek. “then don’t hold it in.”

you finally let the tears fall, quiet ones that don’t need explanation. he doesn’t say anything at all. he just holds you through it.

when you finally calm down, he whispers against your hair, “i love you."

you nod against his chest, your voice small but certain. “i love you too, shouta. even when you forget to come home early.”

he smiles a little at that, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “i’ll work on that.”

“good,” you whisper, already drifting off in his arms.

for the first time in weeks, the quiet of your apartment feels peaceful again.

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