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Ryune, aka, the manipulator

more Aizawa because hes perfect 💔

i love you aizawa.

So hot...🍄🍠🌽🌭🍔

could u do an aizawa fic please ❤️

A/N: QJSJSJDJ i got a thing for old men so thank you anon for askinggg. There weren't much details as what to write so i just used my brain.

:Parings: aizawa x housewife!reader

`:warnings: cum buldge, dirty talk, nicknames, uhhhh this is not proofread, its basically porn, dumbfication, full nelson typa shi

summary: being the good housewife you are your husband, aizawa decides to fuck the shit outta you

Aizawa was a very traditional man, and a very good teacher. But somedays would just be straight bad. Izuku kept hurting himself during training, katsuki wouldn't stop cussing the other class out, denki kept short circuiting, mineta wouldn't stop bothering the girl and there was news that shigaraki would soon make an attack. So yes today was hectic.

Aizawa was a busy man, often too busy. You 2 have been married for some time now. You were a stay at home wife that loved cooking and you even had a blog. After your marriage aizawa insisted you stay home, he loved coming home to you, he loved that when he came home you would greet him wearing nothing but his shirt. He loved that you would cook him breakfast everyday and dote on him, he loved when you suprised him with new sets of lingerie. He loved when you got all traditional wearing your kimono and act like his wife. Something about that made him want to fuck you dumb for being so good to him. And he would.

Lately it has been a bit hard. He often comes home super late or just plain tired, you 2 didn't have the chance Lately to go out or even fuck like rabbits. But you didn't mind. All that matters is that he came home to you everynight. And tonight he came home again.

It was aroung 10:30 ish when he came home, tired, in pain.

"Welcome home darling"

You greeted him taking his coat and combat scarf. He looked drained today.

"Today was bad huh"

He walked behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Want me to wash your hair today hmm? I made your favorite today too"

He hummed in response and let go of me heading to the bathroom. It was af if he was a zombie. Poor baby. After 5 minutes when you entered the bathroom he sat in the bathtub with his head hanging on the end, his eyes closed. You headed over to him sat behind the tub where his head was located, took some shampoo in your hand and started messaging his scalp. It was peacefull, nice and relaxing.

"I love you"

You heard him say.

"I love you too darling"

After your bath you sat on his lap and fed him the food. Afterwards you started doing the dishes, then you felt a pair of hands holding you by the waist.

"Darling? Need anything?"

You stopped and turned around to look at your husbands. His eyes had darkened, his breath was heavy, and his eyes filled with lust. You look down and notice the bulge on his pants. It has been a while since we have done something. He put his hands behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss talking in between them.

"Your so so good for me" kiss "such a good kitten" kiss "god i missed you" kiss "gonna pound you dumb hmm you want that don't you"

Aizawa is a very calm, respectful and amazing man, but when it came to you he threw all that out the window. He made you cum more times than you could count. You were on your stomach with your ass up feeling every vein and thrust. His hands were on your lower back, your eyes rolled back from how hard he was fucking you. He leaned down right next to your ear, put his hands on your lower stomach, he could feel the imprint of his cock entering.

"Such a good little slutty houswife for me. This is what you wanted right dont worry master is here for you. Soon you will be filled with my cum to the brim then your little cunny will be full hmm. Aww is my baby too dumb to awnser me its okay"

Suddenly you were flipped. You sat in his lap, his back again your chest. He took both of your legs and put you in a full nelson position. He plunged his cock in you again and hard. You swear at that moment you saw stars. He fucked you even deeper and harder making you unable to think, you were babbling his name over and over again moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Yes yes yes oh YESSSSS im soooo closeree pleaseeee"

He kept fucking you hard. He could also feel his high approaching.

"Its okay kitten cum for me"

And you did cum hard, screaming, eyes rolled back. You could feel his seed filling you up for the 4th time tonight. You looked down and saw that you had a prominent bulge from all his cum. It was heaven.

"Cant wait to see you pregnant"

A/N: my asks are open for question and requestss. also thank you guys so much for all the support on my last fic.

I saw this drawing and decided to draw it. It even looks very cool!!!

Unknowingly Mysterious But Funny

Quirk analysis was something Izuku did the moment he learned how to write. He’s always been in love with heroes and quirks abilities, so he decided to combine the two.

With each year that passed, Izuku filled 1-2 notebooks full of hero analysis. As time passed his abilities sharpened. He was better at reading battles, comprehending moves, and determining the difference between calculated fighting and quick reflexes.

Putting his analysis to use was nothing more than a dream Izuku had. Of course, that’s all his life could be without a quirk. He’d never be able to investigate what he’s capable of or think about how his quirk would work against different quirks. He was quirkless, the baseline of human capabilities.

Then the unthinkable happens, he meets the underground hero Eraserhead. It was completely by accident, but upon revealing his accurate hero analysis to the underground hero, it was hard to convince the adult that.

No one he’d ever met in his life had told him that he would be a good hero. So, imagine his surprise when the underground pro hero Eraserhead told him that he had great potential.

It was a dream come true.

The moment he shared with Aizawa was enough to motivate him to train to near perfection. When the entrance exam came, Izuku felt confident of his performance in all aspects. As he walked home, he knew he aced the written portion, and he did manage to destroy a handful of bots before saving a girl stuck under rubble.

Still, saving the girl was no easy feat and Recovery Girl handed him some gummies to replenish his strength. As Izuku finished enjoying the stamina gummy from Recovery Girl, she slipped a note to him. Raising a brow, he opened it up slowly. Inside contained a small keycard and a room number written on it.

Initially confusion plagued Izuku. He was an average applicant to UA with no special ties to the school. He had never met Recovery Girl before either, so it was shocking that she approached him for the sole purpose of slipping a note.

It felt like a set up, but he had to put his trust in the heroes. Maybe the applicants that were going to be accepted all got a secret note? Still there were a lot of successful people within his group alone who haven’t gotten a note.

Marching his way to the front doors of the main building, he was shocked to see the card worked. As he entered the corridors of the building, excitement filled his being. He was walking inside the number one hero school in Japan: the notorious UA. Being able to see his dream school in person was nothing short of a dream come true.

The corridors were tall, wide, and painfully long. The doors that led to rooms were just as big as the rest of the building. So much so that Izuku wondered how many individuals with gigantism-based quirks attended UA.

When he reached the room, he happily opened the door only to be greeted by a white… mouse?

“Welcome Izuku Midoriya, I apologize for the inconvenience. I am Principal Nezu,” introduced Nezu fondly, wearing a small smile with his paws resting on the table top.

“Oh! It’s a pleasure to meet you, mister Nezu sir!” squeaked Midoriya as he violently bowed.

“No need to be formal. I simply couldn’t resist meeting the person who caught the attention of Eraserhead,” revealed the adult charmingly.

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Really? Did he tell you that?”

Nezu nodded slowly, closing his eyes as his smile grew, spreading across his face. “Yes, he did. He told me everything. I must say, from what I’ve heard and with what I’ve seen today. You’ve made me want to do something I haven’t done in a long time.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Midoriya barely mustered the courage to ask, “What may that be if you don’t mind me asking?”

“How would you like to take the final test to become my personal student?”

Midoriya became the first student in ten years to become Nezu’s personal student. While Midoriya wanted to be in the hero course, Nezu promised that his curriculum was nearly identical, but the difficulty level was higher and there was more focus on the analytical and craft behind detective work for heroes.

Midoriya quickly became a hot topic in the school within the first month. No one knew who Midoriya was and apparently, he was hard to track.

Most students only knew who was in their classes and people in their grade. So, the only people who had a good chance of figuring out who Midoriya was were the first years, still they could mistake Midoriya for an upperclassman.

It didn’t take long for the attention to fall off Midoriya when UA found themselves in hot water. It became a recurring theme which caught the attention of Midoriya.

After spending two weeks analyzing class 1-A in secret, Midoriya determined he wanted to be their friend. He didn’t want to be the one to approach considering Bakugo was in the class and had bullied Midoriya up until they no longer saw each other.

Midoriya planted himself near Aizawa a lot more often. Class 1-A were constantly in close contact with their homeroom teacher so it didn’t take long for word to spread about a mysterious boy with green hair and freckles to spread among the group.

Kirishima and Kaminari were the most vocal about their curiosity and had gained the confidence to ask about it.

“Mister Aizawa,” called out Kirishima quickly.

“Yes, Kirishima,” sighed Aizawa, already knowing the red head was up to something judging from the look on Kaminari’s face.

Kirishima sucked in a breath before asking the question that plagued class 1-A’s minds. “Who is the green haired boy that always talks to you?”

Aizawa raised a brow, seeming rather indifferent to the question. “That’s Midoriya, Nezu’s student.”

The entire class erupted into chaos. They were the first people to know the identity of the secret student. Bakugo remained still in his seat, fuming at the reminder that Midoriya got into some special program of UA. Despite his irritation, he reminded himself Midoriya still didn’t make it into the hero course.

It was Wednesday and class 1-A was heading to the field for their two-hour gym session. Everything was progressing as normal until Aizawa waved to someone from behind the group.

Midoriya rushed past in a gym uniform wearing a bright smile. One by one, jaws dropped and eyes widened. No one could believe Midoriya was joining them for class.

“Everyone meet Midoriya. Today he will be joining us per Nezu’s request. He will 1v1 each of you for five minutes to analyze your quirk. This is a serious assignment for him compared to what it if for you all so do not mess around.”

As the sparring began, Midoriya made it clear he meant business. Everyone watched as his eyes concentrated on everything his opponent did and how they utilized their quirk. A common theme became clear. He’d grasp an understanding of the quirk and then use said quirk against its user.

In the end, he’d force his enemy to fight without their quirk which led to quick victory. Midoriya struggled with Tokoyami, Bakugo, and Todoroki. The quirks were overpowering, and only extensive use would lead to his ability to win. Still, Tokoyami was weakened by the sunlight. The blast and smoke residue from Bakugo’s explosions created blind spots that could be taken advantage of. Todoroki only used his ice side so Midoriya could take advantage of the unused left side.

By the time Midoriya went through everyone in the class, he was exhausted but pleased. He made his way over to Aizawa and pulled out his notebook.

“I got everything I need. You can resume normal training,” informed Midoriya bluntly, waving his pen at the group before him.

Aizawa grinned, peaking at the notes. “Send me your analysis whenever you finish. I can use your notes for future training ideas.”

“I can do that. I’ll put an emphasis on weaknesses then for you,” chuckled Midoriya, scribbling down on the page as he talked.

Midoriya sat on the ground, writing for the remaining thirty minutes as the class ran laps on the tracks. It was a rather peaceful moment for Midoriya.

While he’d never regret accepting Nezu’s offer, he wondered what all he missed out on by not following the typical hero route. Nonetheless, he was content. The class ended and he returned to Nezu to finish his analysis.

If class 1-A hadn’t already been hooked on Midoriya, they were now. Not only was he super smart, but he was incredibly powerful despite never displaying his quirk. Never once did he make a big show about winning or overpowering everyone. He was humble.

It became a mission for the class to catch Midoriya when he was alone. After spending an additional week trying to track him down, Momo had gotten an inside scoop that he frequented the rooftop to eat on Fridays.

When Friday rolled around, a small group was to greet him on the roof. Everyone knew it would be dumb to overwhelm him and risk missing their shot.

Uraraka, Kirishima, and oddly Todoroki were selected to go. Uraraka and Kirishima were selected to go because of their friendly and calm nature. Apparently, Todoroki had a fascination with Midoriya after their fight. No one knew they had been talking to one another during those five minutes, but it was enough for Midoriya to change Todoroki’s life.

When they spotted Midoriya on the roof he seemed to be doing an assignment. His back was facing them to avoid the sun messing up his laptop screen.

As they approached, they realized he was talking to himself. To be honest, it was not talking, but rather mumbling.

As they got closer to peek at the screen like a bunch of stalkers, they saw he was watching a video about categorizing quirks by eye color.

Right as Kirishima went to greet Midoriya, the boy spoke a bit louder than before. It was clear Midoriya was exasperated when he remarked, “Pink must mean… teleportation. And not that someone farted in both their eyes.”

Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laughter despite doing her best to quickly cover her mouth. It seemed that Kirishima was on the same page as he stepped back to laugh as well, grabbing his stomach.

Meanwhile Todoroki was standing there with a blank face. He thought Midoriya was being serious in his analysis, so he thought nothing of the comment.

Yelping at the sudden laughter coming from directly behind him, Midoriya whipped his head around. Initially Midoriya had been scared he was going to be bullied, but quickly relaxed upon seeing the familiar faces.

“Bro has anyone ever told you that you are super funny?” sighed Kirishima, trying to catch his breath.

Uraraka was wiping her tears from laughing so hard. Still, she managed to suck in enough air to agree. “Yeah, that little comment you made was hilarious.”

With his face blooming a bright red, Midoriya waved his hands violently. “No! That’s so crude of me! Please ignore that!”

Kirishima went to sit with Midoriya, flashing a charming smile. “Nah man, that was amazing!”

Todoroki smiled, sitting down as well. “Hello Midoriya.”

Turning to look at Todoroki, Midoriya flashed a soft smile. “Hi Todoroki.”

Uraraka looked back and forth between Midoriya and Todoroki before smirking. There wasn’t much there currently, but she felt a romance blooming.

“Oh, are you two close?” questioned Uraraka knowingly. It was clear Todoroki knew something more than them when it came to Midoriya.

Midoriya shook his head. “No, I’ve only talked to him the day I joined your class for training.”

Never once taking his eyes off Midoriya, Todoroki narrowed his eyes. “Why aren’t you in the hero course with us?”

Kirishima gawked at Todoroki’s audacity. He knew Todoroki was rather blunt, but this was a new level.

“I applied for the hero course! Uraraka was in the same group as me,” chuckled Midoriya, closing his laptop.

“Yeah, you saved me from the giant zero-pointer,” gasped Uraraka, bowing her head. “Thank you again for that. I wouldn’t be here right now if it hadn’t been for you!”

“Nonsense! You proved that you are a hero by earning all of those points! Either way, I know it may be confusing why I’m not in the hero course,” chuckled Midoriya awkwardly.

Flashing a charming smile, Kirishima pressed a bit. “So, what’s your story?”

“I accidentally met Aizawa in middle school. I managed to impress him, and he recommended me to Nezu. I passed Nezu’s test and accepted his offer to be his student,” revealed Midoriya swiftly, not one to enjoy talking about his achievements in front of others.

Todoroki looked into Midoriya’s eyes, laying it on thick as he announced, “You are truly amazing. I think my dad’s homophobic so dating you would be perfect.”

While Midoriya looked a mix of flattered and mortified, Uraraka and Kirishima fell into another fit of laughter.

Their conversation moved fast and didn’t make a lot of sense, but it felt right, nonetheless.

Despite the different path Midoriya took, it seems that he was still a part of the normal hero course. He made friends with the class, and even found a potential love interest.

Who would’ve thought showing off analysis and joking about pink eye would’ve been the two leading causes of his wonderful life.

Sooo…

Lots of people loved my Izuku x Chubby!Fem!reader, and I was wondering. I think I’ll turn them into a series, but I need to know who to do the next one for soooo

Help bc why the FUCK did I just get a post recommended to me.

It was a fanfic, right? No worries, I’m, believe it or not, into the fanfic thing.

I see Izuku in the tags, along with Aizawa, lgbtq, etc etc.

I scroll back up to the top and tell my WHY.

‘Aizawa x Deku’

‘Abusive’

‘Smut’

…

HELL NO WHAG THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN DEKU X AIZAWA WHT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK.

It’s so fucking nasty. All of it. I don’t care if Izuku is aged up, or his co worker. Aizawa is still 31 when Izuku is 15. FUCKING TWICE HIS AGE.

Hell no hell no hell no.

Maybe I’m just overreacting but I really don’t care because out of all the ships you wanted to write about, you picked that one? Write like, bkdk or some shit.

I’m gonna go pour bleach on my eyes bc literally the first part of the fic is Izuku txting Aizawa and this is- I SHIT you not, what he types

I ALSO READ BITS OF THE FIC, AND THERES IMPLIED PRESENT MIC X IZUKU IM SO DONE.

Idk, maybe I’m just crashing out for no good reason, but this feels like a violation of my human rights.

⋆˙⟡ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Fem!Art Teacher!Reader. Pt. 2 ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 4/14 ✮˚.⋆

This is part 2, of Looking, which you can read here.

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Enjoy darlings ✧˖°.

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It had been roughly a week since the conversation with Mic, and god you were trying everything.

You’d tried to be obvious, but not pushy with how you were trying to get closer to Aizawa, but not a lot seemed to get a reaction out of him. You didnt believe he was outright ignoring you, but maybe brushing you off so he didn’t hurt your feelings if you confessed to him.

Was this whole idea stupid?…

Probably.

Did it make you feel like a high school girl hopelessly pining over a boy in her class?

Yeah.

Were you still determined because you’d already started this little boss battle and now you were in too deep to go back on the progress you’d managed to make?

Oh definitely.

You sighed softly, frowning a bit as you stared at the canvas before you, your eyes lingering on the shades and colors staring back at you. You’d hit a wall with your piece, a gorgeous forest with lovely painted trees and green grass, even a deer standing in a patch of sunlight streaming through the leaves.

It was unfinished.

You sighed more heavily this time, rubbing your cheek with your wrist. You, not only, we’re dealing with the turmoil of your feelings for Shota, but also your painting hobby had seemed more like a chore recently. Maybe it was just your fatigue, or maybe it was just a rough patch. Either way, you needed to figure it out.

You glared at your painting, silently willing it to paint itself and solve your relationship problems also.

“You’re gonna lose that staring contest, you know.”

You almost jumped out of your skin as the low, velvety voice of the man you’d been chasing, Shota Aizawa, spoke tiredly to you. You whipped around and felt heat rise to your ears as he stood there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms and legs crossed. A typical Aizawa pose.

You glanced back to the painting to hide your flushed cheeks and sighed, rubbing the back of your neck “ha ha” you mumbled dryly, running your eyes over the different plants and lightings you’d painted.

Aizawa hummed as he pushed himself off of the wall, walking over to stand next to the stool you were sitting on “looks nice.” He commented, his voice breaking the silence of your room after school hours.

You felt your skin break out in goosebumps as he spoke to you about something you’d poured so much time and effort into.

It honestly made your heart flutter a bit.

“Ah..thanks..it’s not done” you rubbed the tip of your nose with your index finger shyly, a bashful habit you had.

He raised a brow and glanced to you “not finished? How so?” He asked, his tired, dark grey eyes resting on you, running over the paint splotches on your skin and clothes, the way your hair looked in the bun with a paintbrush holding it up. Aizawa couldn’t lie, he did find the messy aesthetic you had..endearing.

You sighed, the perfectionist in you seeing so many errors, that others who hadn’t made them, or didn’t have a clue about art, couldn’t pick up on. “Some of the values and shades are uneven, the paint is still splotchy- the streaks are super visible and-“ you could feel yourself starting to stress out, your heart rate picking up a bit.

Your growing state of distress completely silenced as you felt a warm and large hand be placed on your shoulder “take it easy, Y/n. Just breathe for a sec.”

You snapped your head to the side to see Aizawa with his ever present, stoic look still on his features, his eyes deep and reassuring.

You nodded and let out a soft, shaky sigh, the hand on your shoulder bringing heat to your cheeks, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aizawa.

He nodded as you slowly calmed down, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. The motion was both soothing and pleasant, yet exciting and flustering.

You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear “s-sorry..I’m a bit..passionate when it comes to painting” you laughed a little and smiled over at Aizawa.

If his comforting touch wasn’t surprising enough, seeing the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, was even more exciting.

“It’s alright, nothing to get bent outta shape about.” He murmured softly, his hand slowly falling from your shoulder, brushing the rest of your arm on its way down and making you shiver.

“Yeah, you’re right” you let out a shaky exhale to cool your nerves. He was closer than usual, being more..how would you even describe it..? Open? Talkative?

You glanced at him and blushed softly, feeling a small smile pull at your lips. You didn’t know if you were about to start poking the boundary line, but here went nothing.

“You’re talkative today” you commented hesitantly, glancing over at him with a small smile, to which Aizawa let out a huff. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning his hip against the table to his right “remind me to be more quiet.”

You stiffened and quickly shook your head “n-not that it’s a bad thing! I actually enjoy you talking! Really! I like talking to you- please don’t stop” you hadn’t meant to let all of that spill.

Aizawa raised a bow, smiling a bit, and making your stomach flutter with aggressive butterflies. He’d been slowly realizing your feelings for him, but he’d always been a slow burn type, who was he to deny himself a bit of fun?

At least that’s what he told himself.

He likes to put himself in the position where he was sure he wouldn’t be hurt. Back when he was in high school, he’d had his heart broken by loss and his peers, and if Shota was being honest, he really didn’t wanna go through that again.

Aizawa knew you though- at least a bit.

You’d been trying to get closer with him and spend even a bit more time with him, but he was just..anxious.

He looked over at you and hummed, feeling a small heat crawl onto his cheeks. If there was any way to make the stoic and strong EraserHead swoon, it would definitely be to say you wanted him around.

He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit smaller in the conversation than he just had been. “You..want me around?” He repeated, a faint hint of disbelief on his tone. He cringed a little, hating how unsure of himself he sounded.

You looked at him, feeling just as unsure of yourself. Was his reaction good or bad? You had no idea, and no other option than to be honest, considering you’ve walked yourself right into this.

A soft sigh left you as you put down your paintbrush. “Yeah..of course I do..you’re..honestly one of my new favorite people..Aizawa..and I know that must sound silly, since we’re not super close or anything, but I just..you’re strong..you care about your students and you’re an amazing hero..you’re humble and honestly just wicked intelligent..”

Yup, you were digging a very deep grave for yourself later. You couldn’t believe the words that were slowly making realization dawn on Shota’s face.

He felt his pale cheeks heat up- and god why did you have to look so goddamn cute? Why did you have to slowly steal his heart from him, and he was only now realizing it?

Aizawa looked down “it’s not weird, I’m..honestly glad you feel that way.” He let out a sigh and glanced away “I feel the exact same about you, Y/n.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your eyes widened. Was he saying that about what you’d actually said? Or about what you’d been implying with your words?

“A-Aizawa..?”

You slowly got off of your stool and took a tentative step forward.

Aizawa tensed at your coming closer, but slowly relaxed and looked at you.

It was cheesy, all of it was, and normally the stoic and closed off Aizawa wouldn’t pay much mind to something so emotionally open and honest, but something about the way you were looking at him, the paint on your cheek and shimmer in your eyes just..stole his breath from him.

He found his own feet moving, and a hand coming up to your cheek. Finally he just couldn’t take the conflicting feelings of wanting to remain safe and alone, and risking his feelings to be close with you.

You gasped and froze as you suddenly felt lips on yours.

You felt Shota’s lips on yours.

His stubble lightly scratched your skin, and his eyes were shut, a hand still easily engulfing your cheek in its calloused warmth.

You found that your classroom disappeared, your world slowly narrowing to just be the two of you alone.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, and you shakily brought your hands up to his shoulders.

He didn’t rush your kiss, and neither did you.

It was soft and gentle, the feeling of his lips on yours, and you couldn’t get enough.

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As the two of you parted, he placed his forehead on yours, both of your eyes still shut, your noses brushing together.

It felt reckless, scary- but so correct- his hands around your waist, your hands on his shoulders and his breath lightly fanning your face.

The two of you were slowly realizing what your fears had been holding you back from..

..Each other.

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Okay but fr tho..I think this is a pretty wholesome ending. As much as I love Izuku, I used to foam at the MOUTH for Shota Aizawa. Still do tbh.



⋆˙⟡Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 2/14✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing, pining, stupidly silly interactions and Mic’s wingman-ness.

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Enjoy babes ✧˖°.

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Shota walked into the teachers lounge, his tired eyes scanning the room, gazing upon the computers and a few of his colleagues chatting amongst each other. He sighed tiredly and walked to the counter, pouring himself a steaming hot cup of coffee.

He brought the hot cup to his lips and took a slow sip, enjoying the bitter taste of the black liquid on his tongue. He knew most people preferred coffee with either sugar or cream in it, but he was content to drink black coffee. It was simple.

That was the thing about it, it was plain, easy. It wasn’t complex with layers that could add unnecessary components to something that didn’t need to be complicated.

Shota admired the simpler things in life, opting for a minimalistic lifestyle. His apartment was pretty barren, aside from the records he had on a shelf with his record player, and the few pictures of Hizashi and Shirakumo he had on his walls.

He wasn’t one for complicated feelings, and opted out of them if he could. However, there was one thing he couldn’t pick the simple route with.

Shota dragged his tired eyes from his coffee, to Hizashi, seeing him laughing and talking with a certain someone.

A huff escaped the man through his nose as he felt a small heat crawl up to his ears. This was the one thing he couldn’t seem to make simple.

This new school year, a new teacher joined the teaching staff, along with All Might. She was beautiful, with a keen eye for art and detail.

This new teacher was soft spoken, considerate, and made his cold heart feel warm. He scoffed as he heard soft laughter at one of Hizashi’s horrible jokes, glancing up to see you speaking with him, covering your mouth.

He furrowed his brows, a small twinge of something along the lines of longing pulling at his heart strings. Damn him and his feelings.

Shota looked down at his coffee, seeing his reflection staring back at him. His tired eyes, shaggy hair, the scar under his right eye and his ungroomed face. He shouldn’t get wrapped up in someone- someone who wouldn’t look his way.

What Aizawa was unaware of, was the soft and tender gazes you shot his way. You were always looking at him, even if he wasn’t aware.

You glanced over at him and smiled softly, feeling a warm flutter in your chest, and a gentle heat rise to your cheeks.

Hizashi followed your gaze and grinned “Pretty interested in the coffee maker over there?” He asked, elbowing you with a smirk, his grin growing as you blushed a bit harder.

“Something like that” you said softly, your eyes still resting on the man enjoying his coffee, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back and sipped from his cup, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank down the hot coffee.

Hizashi clicked his tongue and sighed exasperatedly “you’re really looking at Shota, you got a crush on him or something?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms, leaning closer to you as he also gazed at Aizawa.

You hummed and looked down, tucking your hair behind your ear “please, we’re not kids, Hizashi, crush is a strong word. More like..I find him endearing.”

Hizashi chuckled and turned his attention from his his high school best friend, to you, giving you a sympathetic smile “you know he’s the most emotionally closed off and emotionally constipated man on the planet, right?”

You simply blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, looking away from him with sligjtly puffed cheeks. He was taking your affectionate gazes rhetorical entirely wrong way! You weren’t expecting a relationship with Aizawa! You barely spoke to the guy!

It wasn’t like you had dreamt about how softly Shota would tuck your hair behind your ear, gently caressing your cheek with his calloused hand and murmuring softly to you with his heavenly voice, telling you how beautiful you were.

Noooo no no, that wasn’t it at all!….right?

You sighed and chewed on your cheek, thinking before hesitantly replying to Hizashi, “yeah..I’ve picked that up from him.” Was all you could say. You knew it was true, Aizawa wasn’t an open book when it came to anything. You knew little to nothing about the man, but that couldn’t stop your heart from yearning for his touch and delicate voice.

Hizashi smiled a little and sighed, patting your shoulder “There there, Y/n, it’s not like you’re totally hopeless! He is human, after all, so you’ve definitely got a chance to win him over!” He said with his cheery tone, almost making you forget about your conflicting feelings.

You offered a small smile to the man as he threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning back at you. “Thanks, Yamada, but I’m not expecting some crazy relationship or expecting him to open up his emotions with me. I’m sure these silly feelings will go away.”

Hizashi felt his smile falter, before he huffed. In all honesty, he’d been hoping your resolve was stronger than that, he didn’t want you to give up on his best friend! Even if his friend barely knew how to express his emotions, he was a very interesting and intelligent guy!

Hizashi let his arm fall from your shoulder and crossed them, leaning closer to you “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get to know Shota, he can be one of the -genuinely- most considerate and supportive guys I know. He gave me the drive I needed to finally start my dream of running a radio show, so trust me, he’s a great guy under the stoic facade he puts up.”

You felt your heart thump in your chest, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks. Aizawa did seem like the supportive type.

You rubbed your arm and glanced at the man, who’d migrated to his desk, grabbing some things and sifting through his folders. Did you really have a chance? Would he bat an eye at you? Would he reject you?

These thoughts swarmed your head as you gazed at him. However, your eyes caught the sight of a package of caramel hard candies sitting on his desk, Aizawa reaching into the pack and pulling one out, popping it into his mouth as he stood.

You furrowed your brows before an idea came to your mind. A smile formed on your lips and you glanced to Hizashi “I think..I think I’ll try and maybe get a bit closer to him, try and figure him out a bit before I jump into asking him out or anything like that.

Hizashi visibly brightened and grinned “wait actually? That’s awesome! Shota really needs someone to understand him and look out for him. He deserves it, you know?”

You nodded and glanced at Aizawa as he walked past you. You caught a whiff of his cologne and smiled, your knees feeling weak. “Yeah..I get what you mean” you mumbled, a stupid, small smile gracing your lips. Were you were really gonna try and get closer with someone as prickly as Shota Aizawa?

Yes.

Yes you were.

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Part 2

Thanks so so so much for reading! This is my first Aizawa one shot, and I’m thinking about making it a part two, soooo maybe there’ll be more! Anyways, have a wonderful night my beautiful people!

Aizawa + cat

Finger drawing is impossible and I have regrets

I’ll stick to traditional thank you very much

Aizawa says happy pride month

Мик говорит обо всем и ни о чем, а Айзава думает о кошках. Думаю, в этом кроется секрет их долгого общения

💙💛🖤

Он получился таким милым!

Хоть убейте, а мне нравятся веснушки.

Арт к сборнику драбблов СотриМик, которым я занимаюсь. Это часть с названием "Чудной".

А вот и сама работа: