“Hey Aizawa. I have to tell you something.” You mumbled nervously, only for the quiet male to look up. “What is it? Did something happen?” Aizawa asked almost immediately, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Oh no, don’t worry. It’s just that-” You paused, taking a deep breath and getting ready to say the next few words, being worried it might ruin your friendship. 

“Hey guys, good morning.” Nemuri smiled, interrupting you without even realizing. “Oh, hey Nemuri.” Aizawa answered, a smile growing on his face as you felt a sting in your heart. 

“Anyways, what were you saying again?” Aizawa asked and you just shook your head, giving him a warm smile. “It was nothing. I gotta go.” You answered, walking off quickly while Aizawa sat there in confusion.

You were about to confess, thinking it would be a great time but, of course, it was stupid. Aizawa didn’t feel that way, not when he looked at Nemuri like that. You couldn’t blame him though- she was gorgeous.

Weeks had passed since then and you tried to move on, to convince yourself that Aizawa would never feel the same way yet you couldn’t help your feelings. You couldn’t help yourself from liking him.

“Why do you look so sad today? Who broke your poor little heart today? Was it Shouta again?” Hizashi teased, being a little too loud and earning a slap on the back of his head from you. “Shhh! You’re being too loud and, no, he didn’t. We never had anything, anyways.” You mumbled, crossing your arms and looking away from him.

“Who said it can’t become anything?” He asked, making you turn back to him. “Why would it be? He clearly isn’t interested in me. He’s on his phone half of the time, avoiding everyone.” You answered, only for Hizashi to burst out in laughter.

“You just described his whole personality! Why are you surprised he’s avoiding everyone? That’s just how he is - you must be blind, by the way.” Hizashi laughed, knowing better than you both. “What is that supposed to mean?” You frowned. “That you two are idiots. He’s just anti-social and in a relationship with his sleeping bag.” Hizashi laughed, making you burst out in laughter as well and playfully slapped him again. “That’s mean, Hizashi.” You giggled, not noticing Aizawa there.

All Aizawa did was look at you two and sigh. He was a fool for thinking you would feel the same, wasn’t he? He always avoided you just because he didn’t know how to act around someone he liked. He knew it was stupid but he was scared, scared to ruin everything and thinking that this “phase” would leave together with his feelings for you.

The truth was that neither of you were able to hide the feelings. In fact, you both sucked ass at it; you were just too blind and convinced you guys didn’t like one another. It had been going on for so long- way too long for everyone else around you two. They were slowly but surely growing tired of your blindness.

Then again, they knew you two. They knew that both of you were too scared to make the first move so all they could do was painfully watch you two secretly pining for each other for years, not wanting to talk in your places. It honestly was tiring to them.

That’s exactly why Nemuri and Hizashi had set up a plan during lunch break: one for you two to confess without even realizing.

“Why are you so frustrated, Shouta?” Hizashi asked, walking towards the cafeteria. “It’s nothing. I should just give up because they clearly aren’t interested in me.” Shouta answered, sighing as he shook his head.

“What’s stopping you from telling him?” Nemuri questioned you and you just shrugged. “It’s like he’s avoiding me. Why would I even bother?” You answered almost like it was the most natural thing ever. 

“Why would you even give up? Your feelings are clear.” Hizashi and Nemuri asked at the same time as Hizashi & Shouta got closer to the table. “What feelings? My one sided crush?”

“They might be clear but Shouta clearly doesn’t like me the way I like him.” You two spoke at the same time, freezing in your movements once you heard each other, only for Hizashi and Nemuri to high five each other.

“You two-” You and Aizawa spoke at the same time again, being too scared to face each other, knowing this was planned by your friends and being nervous since the feelings were mutual.

Your friends might’ve been nosy but you couldn’t thank them enough. At the end of the day, if they hadn’t done this, neither of you would’ve confessed.

You’d just finished lighting a few of the cinnamon candles and putting on some of his favorite music in the background when you heard the door click open.

He’s always so light on his feet. Sometimes if you weren’t paying close attention he’d come in and scare the life out of you on accident.

You rounded the corner, excited to see him.

“Hey Eraserhead.”

You always called him by is pro name when he’s in his hero costume. People usually assumed it was out of respect or privacy but he knew the real reason. You were teasing him. You disliked his hero name and his hero outfit. Recalling the day Present Mic convinced him to use it, you’d pestered him relentlessly to put more effort into it. Insisting he’d regret it one day. He said he didn’t care...but now look at him.

“Please y/n, when are you going to stop calling me that?” He said rubbing his eyes. He was low energy as usual.

“After you change it.”

“I can’t change it.”

“Exactly.” You whispered smugly.

He sighed. No matter how many times you had this conversation you would always win. Rightfully but he wouldn’t admit it.

You drifted over to greet him properly. Brushing the hair out of his eyes and placing a sweet lingering kiss on his cheek.

And as for his boring, baggy costume...you understood it’s purpose. He wore it to stand out less, aiding in his fight style. But it was still a pain since you couldn’t properly hug him in it. The capture weapon was always in your face and you could hardly feel his body through the layers.

His modest attire duped most people. Making his tastefully well built body underneath a best kept secret. Which you supposed was an upside. Only you (and Present Mic for some reason) had ever really gotten to see him shirtless.

“I’m going to change.” He said kissing your forehead. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

He reemerged from his room a few minutes later. Wearing a droopy black shirt and sweatpants that were loose around his hips. You could see the dipped lines of his V. Just north was his lightly defined six pack. And just south was unfortunately concealed under black briefs and his untied waistband...

He caught you staring.

Feeling red and exposed you quickly redirected your attention to something else. “So are you hungry babe? I could make something?”

He declined.

“Okay...what about grading assignments. Do you want help to make it go faster?”

Declined again. Apparently he worked straight through lunch to finish that already.

You were beginning to feel useless. You’re supposed to be making him de-stress but it’s like he was so self-sufficient there was no room for you.

You sat next to him on the couch, his arm wrapped around you. You brushed some hair behind his ear. His long dark hair was always messy from his constant naps. Plus, you constantly running your fingers in it doesn’t help that situation. He was quiet. Massaging his temples. You could see the tension on his face. It made your heart twinge with pain. Just then you noticed his ear fully. He had at least six piercings on this one but he wasn’t wearing any of his earrings. Usually he’d put them on when he wasn’t at work but he didn’t tonight. And you knew exactly why.

“Babe. I have an idea.”

“And what’s that?” He played along.

He would take them out when he secretly wanted one of your amazing head massages. You always focus on his ears and temples just like he liked so he’d left out his earrings hoping you’d get the hint. This man could never just ask for something in his life. Luckily you could read him like a book.

“Come on.” You purred. Pulling him with both hands off the couch. He complied wearily.

Aizawa didn’t spend much of the money he made from pro hero work on lavish things. The only times he splurged was to buy you nice gifts. However, you did convince him to purchase one nice thing for himself. You knew he wanted it anyways but was just too stubborn to actually buy it.

A jacuzzi tub. He loves hot baths after a day of dealing with his “problem children” students. It was the only thing that could get his muscles to relax. And the moisture from the steam felt nice on his eyes.

Making sure to bring a candle and the speaker with, you lured him into the bathroom.

“Want to take a bath with me?” You asked sweetly.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” A tiny smile spread on his lips. You were too irresistible to deny.

“Okay you run it and I’ll go get the wine.” You sang excitedly. “But don’t make it so hot. You almost burnt my skin off last time.”

“It felt normal to me.” He said casually.

“Yea because you’re a psychopath.” You quipped before springing to the kitchen.

You guys had two types of favorite wine. One was for your long deep discussions about art and literature. Or when asks for your advice on dealing with his students because he knows he’d just lose his temper and expel them without your ideas. And the other, the pricier and far more potent one, was saved for special moments. Just like these. You poured your glass full, of course, but you filled his to the tippy top. Not only did he need it, but Lord knows tipsy Aizawa was sexy.

When you returned, he was crouched over testing the water temperature. His face gently lit from the soft glow of the candle in the dark room.

“I made sure to cool it off. No psychopaths here.” He teased trying to sound bored. But his voice was noticeably happier than when he’d arrived.

You instructed him to take a few sips of wine, desperate to get that show rolling.

“I know what you’re doing.” He said with an amused little smile. He swapped the cups in your hands so you now claimed the full one.

“Good. So then you should know exactly how to play along.” You said as you switched the glasses back with a wink.

He sighed in defeat. But that rare smile was still adorning his cheeks. He took a few y/n-approved size drinks.

His hair was falling into his eyes again. You set your glass down on the tub edge and pulled him into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist while you pushed his hair back and secured it in a clip.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He said softly.

“I know. Now that I have a key I wanted to come bother you a bit.”

His eyebrow raised at the word bother.

You panicked slightly. Hoping he wasn’t actually bothered that you’d come uninvited.

“That does sound like you.” He said as he kissed your nose. “I hope you do it more often.”

Your heart spasmed.

“Really? You do?” Your insecurities ears’ perked up.

“Why wouldn’t I want that?” He said in his deep sleepy voice.

A happy little smile broke its way through. You could only shrug in response.

You slipped your hands under his shirt and pulled it up slowly. Dragging your knuckles along the dips and bumps of his abs as you went. Gently you pulled it over his head. He helped by raising his arms which just made the rest of his muscles flex. Your heart started beating a little faster. No matter how many times you saw him he always made you flustered.

Your eyes were glued on him. His tattoos were now completely visible. Another best kept secret. They trailed around his shoulder, back and half his chest. You placed some honeyed kisses on his collar bones as you pulled down his sweatpants and briefs to leave him fully undressed. He was mouthwatering type sexy. The candlelight was highlighting all his high points in the best possible way. The music was perfectly complimenting your emotions and the sleepy eyes staring at you so lovingly were severely compromising your thought process. There were a lot of things you wanted to do with him suddenly but you focused your eyes on the goal here. A relaxing, hot bath.

Bath bath bath.

Reluctantly containing yourself you pried his hands off your waist and nudged him towards the water.

“Okay okay, go on.”

“You’re coming too right?” He said as he grazed your bottom lip with his thumb.

You nodded, butterflies erupting in your tummy.

He laid down in the water and took some more large swigs of wine. His glass was half empty before you’d even taken your first sip. He watched you undress with intent in his eyes, soaking in every curve and dip of you as well. He reached an arm out to you once you’d fully unclothed. He wanted his hands on you immediately.

But you had a goal here. Bath. Massage. Focus.

You slipped in behind him so that he laid between your legs. His broad shoulders nearly covered your whole body when he leaned back against you.

The tub was huge. Easily fit you both and could probably add another person.

“And now for my favorite part.” You announced as you switched the tub on its low setting. The rumbling under the water sending tiny vibrating waves around the whole tub.

Definitely worth spending his money.

Your hands rubbed every inch of him you could reach. His abs, the thick muscular sides of his waist, his biceps. You alternated between hugging his neck whispering cute things in his ear and massaging him.

Of course he was practically falling asleep as you spent time on his ears and temples. His head was heavy against your chest. It was so cute. You loved when he fell asleep on you.

But you knew he was keeping himself awake. He was rubbing your legs and the backs of your thighs. Squeezing and kneading them gently. Placing kisses on your arms and hands whenever he got the chance.

After about 20 minutes and one refresh of hot water, both your glasses were empty. He’d drank most of it since he’d downed the last few sips of yours too.

Wanting to see his handsome face again you shifted and positioned yourself to sit on his lap, thighs wrapped snuggly around his waist. After making sure you were fully comfortable, he leaned back against the tub and closed his eyes. He pulled you close and trailed circles with his fingertips up and down your back under the warm water. He loved the weight of you on him. You both exhaled a deep stress relieving breath.

The steam was working its magic, the rumbling of the jets felt so good massaging your legs. And his heart beat, you could feel it through his chest. It was slow and steady. Making you drowsy off him.

He noticed you were lost in thought, stroking his hair and tracing your fingers along the lines of his tattoo. He took advantage of this time to soak in all your features, watching you under drooping lashes. The flush of your cheeks, the delicate arrangement of your beauty marks. The far off expression on your face, he knew it well. He loved observing you when you were like this. You were beautiful.

“Relaxed yet?” You purred. Starting to tease him with soft kisses.

“Almost there.” He replied before catching you to deepen the kiss. Your soft skin and body heat was melting him away. He wanted more. Using both hands he pressed your back into it.

He savored your lips for a long while, becoming more and more passionate as the seconds ticked by and the wine hit his bloodstream.

You felt him shifting underneath you. Squirming slightly from the pressure that was building up. More butterflies. His hands clamped down around your hips.

“Okay your plan worked.” He smiled into your kiss. Eyes still closed.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”

He tapped his finger against the empty wine glasses.

You started sucking on the sensitive spot under his ear. You knew tipsy Shouta always got turned on by that.

His arms both constricted tightly around your waist. His hips were pressing up into you now with impatience.

“Let’s go to my room.” He concluded. You giggled, causing your lips to vibrate against his sweet spot. You heard the soft moan from deep in his throat.

He stood up keeping you wrapped tightly around him, carrying you with ease.

He half-heartedly patted you both down with a towel, his hand not losing contact with your ass for a second.

Before he could whisk you out of the bathroom you grabbed the speaker and candle again.

The scent wafted into the air around you.

“Mm that smells good.” He said distracted for only a moment before his lips gravitated to your body again.

“Oh really. So you do like it.” You said with the smuggest tone. “You’ll never guess what scent it is Shouta.”

He didn’t reply. Too distracted with kissing your shoulders.

“Cinnamon.” You said with as much sass and emphasis as you could muster.

He paused. Caught. How did you always get him like this?

He pulled back rolling his eyes with a smile. Nose to nose now, you pressed him further with a smirk.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. Looking directly in your eyes he said, “Mhm. Keep this same energy when I take you in there.”

And just like that he’d knocked down your resolve and your whole body started fluttering.

He carried you into his bed and you two “relaxed” for the rest of the night.

~~

You guided everyone, walking onto the beach with your bags, putting them down happily when you found the right spot, turning around to face your lover. “See Sho- It’s not that busy here.” You told him with a smile as he looked around in shock.

Shocked because this part of the beach barely had any people on a hot summer day. Aizawa didn’t really want to go to the beach because he hated the idea of crowds yet he couldn’t say no when you asked him to go to the beach and suggested to take Eri along.

There wasn’t anything Aizawa wouldn’t do for you, even if it meant he would be at the most crowded place of the beach. “How’d you find a place like this on a hot summer day, love?” He asked, putting Eri’s backpack down and smiling a bit.

“I’m just wonderful.” You teased him, kissing his cheek as you walked away to fix your blankets. “Eri come here- Let me put on sunscreen.” You smiled, sitting down as she came running. “Okay mom.” She answered, only making your smile grow bigger.

Aizawa and you had been together way before Eri but when she came into the picture you decided to keep her. Eri didn’t accept you at first because you weren’t there at the rescue mission yet slowly but surely she opened up to you and recently started calling you mom.

The way you took care of her as your own made him want actual kids with you, it only made him love you more because he saw a side of you he had never seen before.

Aizawa was so glad to come so far with you in his life, he had never expected to get so far with you. The truth to be told, he never expected someone to fall for someone like him yet here you were.

He slowly drifted away in his thoughts, smiling to himself as he sat down, only to be taken out of his thoughts not too much after. “Dad, I’m gonna swim, look!” Eri told him excitedly, showing off her swimming bands.

“Oh really? Stay safe alright.” Aizawa smiled, patting her head gently. “I will, mom made sure my bands are the best.” She giggled, running over to the water and putting her feet in it, playing around a bit as his worries slowly washed away when he noticed how much fun she was having.

“Hey Sho.” You started, sitting down next to him as he turned towards you, a smile growing on his face. “Hey love, are you having fun?” He asked with a smile and you nodded a bit, pecking his lips.

“Mhm come here.” Aizawa mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Sho- Eri’s here-“ You giggled, only to be cut off by him pressing his lips against yours, humming a bit against your lips as you kissed back.

He deepened the kiss as you put a blanket over your heads, trying to hide those actions from Eri and have a bit of privacy as Aizawa pulled back, laughing a bit at your action.

“You’re adorable you know.“ He smiled, rubbing his nose against yours as you laughed, Aizawa pressing his lips against yours once again not much after.

“Mom, dad, look!” Eri yelled, happily running towards the two of you as you pulled back, slapping Aizawa’s chest playfully and laughed a bit while leaning against him, the blanket falling off.

“What do you have there?” Aizawa smiled and Eri showed a shell proudly. “I’m going to find more.“ She told you excitedly and you nodded, giving her a warm smile.

Even though Aizawa didn’t wanna come to the beach at first, he ended up having a lot of fun and quite a lot of kiss blocks but he couldn’t complain.

It’s the most fun he had in a while and it was with the two he loved the most, what more could he ask for?

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You sighed out loud, taking a sip off your coffee and scrolling through the file, making Aizawa look up from grading papers. “What’s the matter love?” He asked on a soft tone and you put your cup down, running your hands through your hair and sighing once again while you looked at him.

“Shouta I’m about to lose it-” You answered, turning back to your work and fixing the last view things in the file so you could move on to the next one. “Oh for fucks sake-” You groaned. “Too much work?” Shouta questioned, putting the grading papers aside and focusing on you.

“Well I was about to save this file so I could do the next but it showed an error notification.” You answered, desperately trying to fix the mistake and keep your cool. “You know that taking breaks are important right?” He teased and you nodded, laughing a bit. “Yeah but deadlines still exist.” You laughed with him, finally moving on to the next project.

You had a bad habit of not doing your work until the deadline was close or until it was a few hours before the deadline. You would make little drafts off the projects but actually starting one was a whole process, getting distracted easily and drifting away from your work easily didn’t help that either.

Being a graphic designer sure was fun although sometimes all of it got too much, especially at times like this.You worked a job at a pretty well known graphic design business and did freelance work with that.

You genuinely loved your job, that’s why you worked so much, it was over the regular time. Aizawa would often tell you to take breaks and not work so much but how could you not when he wasn’t home? 

Shouta was a pro hero and a teacher and you knew that, there was nothing wrong with it but sitting at home and doing nothing but it got bored for you after a while, that’s why you focused on work so much. 

“I know that but maybe you should put yourself first.” He stated and you just laughed, shaking it off and turning back to your work. “Y/n I’m serious.” He told you and you nodded, giving him a quick smile. “I know I know, I love you.” You answered, carrying on with your project for a little longer.

A good 30 minutes had passed and everything was going great, you were slowly going through the projects until you got a text from someone, asking for something asap. You ignored it and tried to finish the thing you were working on, only for the program to crash on  you.

You groaned out loud, slamming the papers down on your desk and mumbling out several curse words as you teared up. “Not this bullshit again- I just wanna finish this.” You mumbled to yourself, your voice cracking and totally forgetting Shouta was there.

Shouta put down his papers for real this time and slowly made his way over to you, grabbing your favorite blanket from the couch. “Come here love.” He started and you looked up at him, tears daring to roll down any second. 

“I I can’t right now-” You answered, your voice cracking once more as the tears started rolling down your cheeks. “I didn’t ask a question love.” He told you jokingly, sitting down on the chair across you and holding out his arms to you for a hug.

You got up, making your way over to him and crawling on his lap, not saying anything and resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped the blanket around the both of you. “Shh it’s okay, wanna talk about it?” He asked and you nodded, placing a few gentle kisses on his neck to show him that you were appreciating the small things he did for you.

“So what happened huh?” He asked, rubbing your back gently. “Everything was going so well and then the fucking problem died on me and I forgot to save it.” You answered, looking at him while the tears of frustration continued rolling down your face.

“Well I’m sure they understand it’s gonna take a little longer if you tell them.” Shouta reassured you and you nodded, grabbing your phone. “They might but see these dumb fucks-” You mumbled,  showing him the texts of a new client wanting last minute things.

“Fucking idiots you see- They don’t even send me the right files or have a nice looking logo and to make it even worse, they don’t know what they want and want it to be done in 3 hours.” You groaned, kinda throwing shade at your client.

It was something you did when they annoyed you, especially when they sent the wrong files. You knew that not everyone knew how certain things worked in graphic design yet you couldn’t stand when they sent something that looked like it was made in word in like 5 minutes and you couldn’t work with it.

It was getting tiring how many times you had to remind people to send the right files and reminding them you couldn’t finish a whole design in 5 minutes but it was something that came with the job, you just couldn’t help but to have breakdowns like these.

“Again?” Shouta asked and you nodded, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks. “They’re putting me under so much pressure and forgetting that I'm a human being too Shou.” You sniffed and he nodded, holding your face gently and wiping your tears away with his thumbs gently.

“I know love, I know. You’re doing more than enough.” He told you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Not enough for them though.” You sighed and Shouta shook his head. “You are doing more than enough- don’t think I don’t notice you pulling all nighters when I’m coming back from work, you really need to get your rest more you know.” He told you, holding your face gently.

“How do you- anyways that’s not what we're talking about, do you really think I do enough? Also you can’t be speaking about getting rest-” You asked and he nodded. “You are, you have the best graphic work around here and I’m so proud of you for being such a successful person on your own.” He told you, making a smile creep on your face and slowly forgetting about all the stress. “And I do get rest at school-” He mumbled under his breath.

“What do you mean you’re a teacher?!” You gasped. “They better teach themselves-” He joked, only to be met with a playful slap. “Shouta!” You laughed, making him join in on the laughter.

“Yes love?” He asked innocently like he didn’t just say that. “Idiot.” You mumbled, giggling a bit. “I love you.” You told him happily, looking at him with a smile on your face. “I love you more.” He answered, smiling back at you.

“More than sleep and cats?” You teased and he laughed. “Know your boundaries-” He joked and the both of you started laughing again.

You had forgotten why you were upset long ago, being happy to be with him. Shouta was good at comforting you, especially at times like this but then again, he has dealt with worse in his life so you crying about a design was nothing like the hell his students put him through.

You felt extremely lucky to have Shouta because you knew he would always be here for you and the same went the other way around.

Shouta was so much more different when you got together at first but as time passed, he became more and more comfortable around you and you around him. There were many moments where the two of you were like adult children or easier said, moments like these and you couldn’t ask for more.

The both of you were happy and that was all that mattered in this relationship.