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Boy, do I wanna take you home

Request:

Aizawa x reader with the prompt “How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?”

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

Type: fluff 

It was late; far later than you had expected to be. 

Hizashi and Nemuri had somehow managed to convince you to get drinks with them after work. You didn’t go out often, especially if it was after work. Teaching a ragtag bunch of heroes-in-training tended to leave you more exhausted than you had ever thought was possible. 

Today had been an exception, however. It had been a fairly normal day of teaching, you had gone over the basics of hero training and the basics of emergency medical treatment if there was a scenario in which it would take a while for a first responder to reach you or a team member. You had, by the end of the day, felt as though you could stay up a bit later and grab a few drinks with your friends. 

“Y/n,” Nemuri slid over to where you were sitting at the bar, resting her head loving on your shoulder as she looked up at you, her eyes appearing larger and more doe-like than normal, “Did you tell Shouta where you are?” 

“Nope,” You hiccuped before giggling, twirling a strand of hair around your finger and reaching for your glass. Much to your disappointment, Nemuri had reached out before you, knowing what you were about to do, and moved the glass towards Hizashi and out of the way of your extended arm.

A pout overtook your once cheerful expression and Nemuri sighed, turning to face Hizashi, “We definitely should call him.” 

Your brows furrowed at this information and you tilted your head, glancing curiously between your friends. Just who were they planning on calling? Squinting, you debated with yourself if it truly mattered or, if getting another drink mattered more to you. 

It wasn’t often you let yourself get loose. Not since you graduated U.A, went through your young twenties as a hero, and became a teacher. You found yourself more focused on making sure you were going to bed early, drinking enough water, eating healthy meals, anything to keep up with the kids you were training. 

Yes, one more drink couldn’t hurt. 

Sneakily looking both ways, and making sure that Hizashi and Nemuri were both occupied, you lifted your hand towards the glass that Nemuri had moved earlier. Wriggling your fingers, you watched in utter awe as your glass slowly drew towards you–it were as though an invisible rope was pulling it. 

A giggle escaped your lips. You were so, incredibly proud of yourself for completing that task. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to forget your quirk when you were drunk. Bringing the glass to your lips, you froze, your eyes widening as they caught the gaze of a tall man with dark hair and a bored expression. 

Well, hello handsome. 

Your brain seemed to kickstart as the man started to walk towards you and you placed your glass on the counter. Glancing towards your friends, a puzzled look crossed your face as Nemuri’s snickers floated around you and Hizashi shook with laughter. 

However, you shook yourself out of your stumper. You had more important matters to deal with at that moment. 

The matter being that greek god who was walking towards you. Your heart nearly burst with excitement as he stopped in front of you. Oh, today really was your lucky day.

Putting on your most charming smile, you held out your hand, “Hello, I’m Y/n.”

The man raised his brow at your introduction and you watched, confusedly, as he turned to Hizashi and Nemuri. 

“How much did you guys give her?” You almost started drooling at the sound of his voice. It was a deeper baritone, rough, but gentle enough. It reminded you of cotton sheets on a summer day or a fire crackling during the first snow of winter. 

You wanted him. 

“How many drinks would it take for you to leave with me,” You deadpanned, getting straight to the point, and, it was at this moment that Hizashi and Nemuri roared with humor. Your friends were slumped over, their body’s shaking uncontrollably as laughter coursed through them.   

The man, however, gave you a soft smile before fondly shaking his head. 

“None, we’re leaving right now and going home.” 

Today really was your lucky day. 

Nemuri and Hizashi, on the other hand, would never let you live down the fact that you hit on your own husband. 

Workplace Flirting (Shouta Aizawa x Yagi!Reader)

Request: Pretty please may I have an aizawa one but can we have one of him possibly with an All Might adult daughter where she begins working st UA and well he can’t stop thinking about her. Just some fluffy romance with some all might being protective dad in there.

A/N: I don’t know why this one was so hard to write. Maybe it’s because of my own mental space, but here it is finally, hopefully the others will be easier. This is also probably the only Dad Might story I’ve written pre-Kamino, which means he’s still got One For All. But most importantly I want to give a shout out to @velkhanaisbae for helping me structure it and giving me help with developing the ideas. You’re awesome, hope you enjoy~

It was looking to be a torturous morning. With only three hours and seven minutes of sleep, Aizawa started dragging himself to his morning homeroom before he had a training session for the students with All Might. While he didn’t mind the Symbol as a person and respected him as a hero, there was a lot All Might was lacking in as a teacher which meant he usually ended up doing all the work anyways. All he wanted to do was pass the time quickly until he could crawl back into his sleeping bag.

His class was as disorderly as ever and required a certain amount of threatening before they heeled. There were still some whispering before the door opened and they all waited some over the top entrance from the number one hero. Instead there was a more timid entrance from a significantly smaller, and more feminine pro-hero waving toward the class with a small smile, and the underground hero found his interest suddenly peaked for the first time in a while.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, Principal Nezu told me I should be here around this time for our class,” she stated, closing the door behind her as she entered, turning to the adoring faces of the students. She gave a big grin to the students, “Hi, I’m–”

“STARLIGHT!”

“But I guess you guys would know that already,” she commented, rubbing the back of her head nervously, but she still had a grin on her face. “I saw all of you at the sports festival a few weeks ago, so I’m really excited to get to lead your training session today,” she raised her fist up energetically, although the Erasure hero could see her hesitation and wariness. “I hope you’re not too disappointed I’m not the Number One like you’re used to.”

The whole class was anything but disappointed. Everyone was buzzing about the special instructor they were having today, not upset in the slightest about the cancellation from All Might. Except Aizawa, who was bothered by the abrupt cancellation. He knew the hero named Starlight, she was a popular up and coming hero with light-based powers, they’re styles didn’t exactly clash. And the uproar her presence was having on the class (the girls in particular were swooning, and he’s sure Midoriya’s passed out at this point).

But it was something about her smile and eyes that was bothering him when he looked at her, and especially when she turned to look at him.

I’m sorry, she mouthed.

He shook his head, you have nothing to be sorry about.

“Okay,” she spoke aloud with a grin in the corner of her mouth, giving him that strange effect he got from the light hero that he still couldn’t discern. She clapped her hands together gleefully, “then let’s get to training!”

After Aizawa managed to calm down the excessive cheering with a threatening glance, he exited alongside the other pro hero while the students went to change into their hero costumes. Her eyes seem to not leave him from the moment they were alone in the hallway, which kept drawing his eyes to her. Which meant she was smiling at him again, which caused a tightening in his chest that wasn’t quite uncomfortable but it was alarming to him the effect she had on him.

“It was a kind of last minute switch, I’m sorry if its an inconvenience,” she finally spoke after a few minutes of walking together in silence. “I’m new to teaching so I’m actually really glad I get to teach alongside an experienced teacher like you, Eraserhead. Your commentary on your students during the sports festival was amicable. You really had faith in them.”

The chest tightening feeling resurfaced with her compliment and he couldn’t formulate a response. Now he was just staring at her like some creep with her wide (e/c) eyes staring at him while her smile remained as vibrant, as if she wasn’t bothered by some crusty man staring at her silently.

After a few minutes of staring, he turned his face away from hers and finally found the words to respond with. “No, it’s not an inconvenience.”

“I’m (Y/N) by the way,” she greeted. She went by her first name to people she just met, that was odd to him, but he wasn’t going to argue with her on her name.

The training session went off without a hitch. (Y/N) was a natural when it came to guiding young heroes, unlike the usual pro he worked with. And she was even better at cooperating with Aizawa, very eager to let him take the lead but she wasn’t shy about giving her own input. The students did the majority of the work when it came to training, and while the others waited, they were asking Starlight questions.

And he was doing his best trying to stare at her without her noticing, a skill he honed for his quirk but was now using to check out the supposed new teacher. How did he not know they were having a new staff member? Maybe he shouldn’t have fallen asleep during the last meeting in the lounge when they announce the newest news at UA.

“You know you have remarkable students,” she stated as they watched the monitor, showing the two teams of three facing off against one another.

“They could be worse,” was his only response, not looking up from his clipboard as he took notes.

She laughed at his comment. His pen stopped the moment he heard her laughter. It was melodious, and it infected all his senses. All he could do was stand there until the effect wore off. He would have assumed it was her quirk, to be able to overwhelm his mind with just a smile or that giggle of hers, but he knew that wasn’t a part of her light quirk. So why on earth was this affecting him so much?

(Y/N) on the other hand seemed to not notice how much her little actions were affecting the erasure hero. Instead she continued smiling as she bounced backwards and forwards on her heels, and he continued to peer down at her.

“I remember when I was a student here, it was way before you became a teacher,” she stated. “It’s so exciting to be back here as a teacher now, isn’t it?”

He shrugged, “not particularly.”

“Yeah, I guess it might just be nerves,” she sighed. “I’ve never taught before, and just want to see I’m good at it before I agree to take a permanent position.”

So this was a test class for (Y/N) to see if she wanted to become a teacher. He was surprised Nezu would pick his class for her to observe. Not that he could call her a bother. Her advice for the students was good and they all got along with her well. Starlight was an impressive pro in her own right, so she could be able to protect as well as handle the students on her own. She would make a great teacher.

But something told him that her credentials as a teacher wasn’t the reason his chest elevated at the idea of her becoming a permanent teacher at UA. The idea of seeing her everyday and teaching alongside her in the future. Having her smile at him again. Gods, why was he acting like some flustered school girl right now? Fantasizing about getting a little attention from her and blushing a little in his ears in embarrassment.

“You’re doing good so far,” was all he could manage before he just went back to monitoring the students.

She beamed again, somewhat surprised at the small praise he gave her before another wide grin spread across her face and her eyes glistened. There was a small blush on her cheeks, “thank you, Eraserhead.”

The rest of the training went down without a problem– well minimal problems considering the class he had with all their personalities there was bound to be a little conflict. Once he dismissed the class, he wasn’t too surprised that they decided to hang back and ask more questions of (Y/N), who gave them a little bit of a light show, while Aizawa retreated to the teacher’s lounge for a nap between classes.

However when he entered the offices, they weren’t exactly the conditions where he could quietly crawl into his sleeping bag at his desk. Usually teachers would come passing in and out, with never more than a few at their desks at a time. He made it a point to never be in the lounge at the same time as Yamada and Kayama if he was ever hoping for a moment of rest, and now not only were they there, so was every other staff member standing around looking at him.

It was as if someone saw his nightmares and decided to bring them to life. That’s when the door opened behind him, and (Y/N) found herself trapped between the door and Aizawa. She was the one they were all waiting around for and staring at. That made sense, more so than anyone waiting around looking for him. But now he was awkwardly faced with backing away from her as she was too polite to ask him to move.

Nezu popped up, waving his paws excitedly. “Everyone I am very pleased to announce our newest trainee, an alumni of UA and hopefully will be joining us in the fall as a permanent teacher, Starlight!”

“Hi,” she whispered while she waved nervously, flushed crimson from all the attention.

The teachers were as quick to adapt to her as the students had been, greeting her kindly before they started questioning her or introducing themselves. Midnight had practically snatched her away before Aizawa could even follow her head bobbing around the room still nervous. It was kind of endearing how bashful she was around others with how admired she was. He knew she was a media darling, unlike him.

Speaking of media darlings– Present Mic found his way over to his gloomy friend who was standing in the corner staring at the back of her head. He was surprised the loud hero wasn’t also asking the girl a myriad of questions or generally socializing. Instead he walked over and placed an arm around him.

“Like whatcha see?” Yamada cheekily asked, even behind his glasses Aizawa could see his less than innocent suggestive expression.

He shrugged his old friend off, maintaining his stoic attitude. “Stop pushing your own fantasies onto me.”

“So you aren’t staring at the new girl because you like her? Because otherwise you’re just a creep.”

Annoyed, he tried to make his way over to his desk. He didn’t like her like that, not that he disliked her either, he barely knew her, and was too old to have a crush, he wasn’t some teenager who gets a crush on the new girl and then acts all timid about it. He was an adult taking a normal amount of interest in another adult. There was nothing seedy about it and especially nothing to discuss with Yamada about.

Even if he did like (Y/N) like that, he had other priorities. He spent all morning teaching and spent his nights patrolling. There wasn’t really time to factor in anything or anyone else. It’s why he couldn’t have a pet cat like he thought about having sometimes, and why his only friends were his coworkers. Do whatever the pounding feeling in his chest from when she smiled at him or the sensations in his stomach might as well have been indigestion.

Almost as if thinking of her could summon her attention, (Y/N) was looking at him again with a timid little grin as she tried her best to be subtle while talking to Kayama. It was a pleasant feeling to have (Y/N) watching him oddly enough. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Maybe it was because she did it with a more confident and friendly manner; while he’s said a few short sentences to her and stared stoically like a creep the entire time. Only a fool like Yamada would assume that meant some sort of pining.

“Come on, when’s the last time a girl’s caught your attention like this?” Yamada added.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the comment, but the blonde had a point. He hadn’t really been interested in anyone in any sort of regard, especially not to the heart pounding levels that (Y/N) had reduced him to.

Something he didn’t think he’s felt for anyone. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t help but look at her as well and why his thoughts were all of her. Trying to figure out what pull she had over him with little more than a flutter of her eyelashes and the hint of a smile.

“There is nothing–” he began before the door slammed open dramatically.

“HAVE NO FEAR,” All Might boisterously announced, holding the door frame as he almost threw himself into the room wearing his hero costume for the first time in the privacy of the lounge, with a smile so wide it actually made Aizawa cringe in pain. However he moves in an instant to pick up the young hero and placed her on his bicep, “FOR (Y/N) IS HERE!”

“Papa this is so embarrassing,” she whispered, hiding her red face in her hands as he chuckled loudly.

The rest of the room however seemed to adore the antics while Aizawa was left in shock. He hadn’t realized that the hero Starlight was the daughter of the number one hero. He knew the both worked in the same city but they didn’t look alike in the slightest and their quirks were so different. It was mind boggling to think that the two of them were related.

Yamada leaned in closer to his friend with a mix of shocked expression and also a shit-eating grin as he somehow found amusement from the situation.

“Well that sucks man, you finally meet a girl who you like and her dad could and looks like he would turn you into a soft pretzel,” Yamada lamented.

He rolled his eyes again dismissively, he wasn’t interested with this girl and the amount of insistence was getting annoying. Aizawa decided there was no way he was going to get any rest in this room between All Might’s powerful laughter or the other chattering of teachers. So he thought maybe he could find an empty room to catch some rest before classes resumed.

“Hey, Eraserhead!” A cheerful voice called out.

He stopped the moment he heard his hero name aloud, the voice causing vibrations to run down his back with a chill that was almost upsettingly pleasant. Aizawa turned to face the young woman that was almost sheepish in her demeanor yet there was a bold determination in her eyes that reminded you that she was a top heroine who could burn you with her eyes.

“I was wondering if you would mind if I asked Nezu if I could do more training sessions with your class?”

He raised a brow. That was what she wanted to ask him? She was amazing with those little bastards, better than he was. She didn’t seem like she wanted to band their heads together every time one of them spoke too loudly. And working together had definitely been beneficial for them, and been a lot easier than working with someone as inexperienced as All Might.

But then there was a part of him, a small voice in the back of his head that said he would get more days of getting to stand with her, making small conversation and the occasional eye contact. There was a part of him that craved the opportunity to be closer to her, and it caused several alarms to go off.

“Yeah,” was all he uttered, trying his best to keep his composure despite his mental panic.

A large grin spread across her face. It wasn’t like her father’s, it wasn’t so impossibly wide, it was always sweet and small even when it was wide. She started bouncing with excitement. “Oh, thank you!”

“Don’t thank me,” he quickly replied, “you’re a natural. You’re probably a better teacher than me already.”

“Oh, I don’t believe that,” she turned away abashedly, cupping her warm face as she had a small grin. “You’re a great teacher. My dad told me all about what you did for your students at the USJ. And the way you stood up for Bakugo at the sports festival. You clearly care a lot about them. So you’re a great teacher.”

He bowed his head. “Um, thank you.”

“I’m looking forward to getting to work alongside you because of that,” she extended her arm out.

Hesitantly, he returned the gesture and accepted her hand in a firm shake.

Now he was forced to look at her face on, touching the soft skin of her hand– although he could feel calluses and small scars from years of training, and the glimmer in his eyes that captivated him. He now realized that he did in fact have feelings for her.

This was going to be a problem.

Toshinori has been absolutely ecstatic when (Y/N) first mentioned that she might be interested in teaching. As proud of her as he was the day she proudly announced she was going to be a pro hero just like her daddy. The idea of them continuing to work together at UA, as they had at Might Tower, made him practically float on clouds all week. And now that that dream had become a reality, he was still floating on cloud nine and adoring his little girl flourishing in this new environment with him.

And flourishing she was. The students were excited to have such a high profile hero that was popular among the youths as an instructor. Midoriya was still not over the initial shock even after two weeks. The teachers all got along with her well, (Y/N) spent her time with Midnight the most of any faculty. And while he wasn’t sure she was the best influence, he was glad she had a female friend to talk with.

He just wanted everything to be perfect during her stay at UA with the hope it would convince her to come on full time as a teacher in the fall.

And so far everything was going perfect, she seemed especially happy at UA in a way she never was at Might Tower even with how adored and respected she was as a hero in her own right. It gave him hope.

Almost a month into her time at UA, he started to notice how exceptionally happy she was. And how reminiscent it was of her teenage years with how much she was bouncing around or humming to herself. It was such an innocent and girlish attitude his little girl was developing. He wondered if being back at her old school was having this effect on her.

“It’s probably a guy,” Midnight explained, causing Toshinori to spit out his coffee. Midnight however continued to nonchalantly sip her coffee with a mischievous– or more accurately lustful gaze. “Trust me, a young woman like her only gets that giddy when there’s a new tryst on her mind.”

“Can you please not speak about my daughter like that,” he begged, cringing as he tried to delete her suggestions and phrasing from his mind.

Midnight shrugged, “hey, I was already toning it down from what I really wanted to say, but okay.”

“Anyways, there isn’t a ‘man’ in her life. There wouldn’t be any free time for something like that,” he dismissed. She was too busy with work and patrolling to find someone. “Who would it even be?”

“You’re right,” she conceded, although her tone remained as dismissive as ever, sarcastic even. “What single, ruggedly handsome man would she be able to spend a lot of time getting to know personally?”

She stood up to leave the lounge and seemingly motioned his eyes over to his daughter (who jokes on her– he was already admiring in the corner of his eye at all times) who was having a lively discussion with Aizawa. Midnight even coughed loudly as she exited. Toshinori’s eyes followed her and then returned to the pair. What was she trying to imply?

(Y/N) was giving him a sweet smile, her eyes closed, and her hand was placed on his shoulder in a very friendly and open fashion. Whereas the usually stoic man was remaining open to her friendliness, and although his back was turned to the older hero, he could have sworn the corner of his mouth tugged up into a small grin. Suddenly chills ran up his back.

No. That was impossible.

They were just coworkers who worked together to train 1A effectively. That was all it was.

The pair also ate lunch together, which was odd because Aizawa never ate lunch in the lunchroom. But they didn’t eat lunch alone. Present Mic and Midnight flocked to them every time the two came in from class. Being the wonderful daughter she was, (Y/N) would invite him to come eat with them. When he did decide to sit with them, he couldn’t help but observe the continued closeness between the two.

Little conversations between just the two of them, as if they were developing their own language. Once again, (Y/N) was placing her hand on his shoulder or arm so casually that he didn’t even interact anymore. There was a fondness in Aizawa’s eyes he didn’t show to anyone else in school, although (Y/N) had always had that effect when she smiled, that’s why she was such a great hero. But it was still odd for him.

So the two were friends? What’s wrong with that? They were just two co-workers with friendly banter.

That was until he caught Aizawa blushing at her while she was instructing the students. It was a light rose color that spread from his ears to his cheeks. Toshinori could feel his whole body freeze as he contemplated his initial idea of Louisiana Smashing the erasure hero before he could turn to activate his quirk, but ultimately decided against it.

Of course Aizawa was a bit infatuated with (Y/N), she was amazing. Beautiful, powerful, and smart. There was nothing to fear, his girl didn’t reciprocate his feelings. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. But just in case…

While cooking dinner with (Y/N) one night, a tradition the two started when she moved to Musutafu and was staying at a hotel until she decided whether or not the move was going to be permanent. Toshinori enjoyed the free time he would have with his daughter at the end of every other day, being able to relax in his true form with the person he loved most and just talk about the exhausting days they’ve both had.

He knew that there was likely nothing to really inquire about, but curiosity spoke to him in a little voice (that sounded a lot like Midnight) telling him to question her. “So how have you enjoyed working with Eraserhead? You’ve spent a lot of time together.”

Then a vermillion blush spread across her entire face as she cupped her cheeks as if to hide her glowing face in embarrassment. Turning away she started to mumble some flustered response as she ran off to go check on the oven even though they hadn’t put anything in it yet. And then Toshinori felt pure dread.

Did his little girl really have a crush? All signs unfortunately pointed to yes.

Horrible memories started to resurface in his mind. When she had become a teenager, he knew that was around the time he developed an interest in girls and he knew he needed to protect her against all men. When she was sixteen he noticed she had started taking an interest in boys, but she never actually had a boyfriend in that time. It wasn’t until she was living on her own that she started dating.

At Might Tower, he had spent a good three years intimidating all his staff during her internship with the firm understanding that the boss’ daughter was off limits. So there was never anything seedy in the workplace. But he hadn’t done that at UA. Toshinori never assumed he would have had to.

But how was he supposed to forbid his twenty-five year old daughter from dating someone? Or more precisely– how was he supposed to stop Aizawa from getting involved with his little starlight.

He needed guidance.

“What do you want, Toshinori?” Gran Torino asked, impatience and venom in his tone. He had been woken up from one of his midday naps by his former student who never called him unless he needed something, and so he wasn’t in the best mood.

Toshinori, literally shaking in his boots, was trying to covertly converse on his phone while working at his desk, discreetly holding the phone to his mouth. “Actually I was hoping you could give me some advice about (Y/N), she just started teaching and I–”

“How is the little firefly?” Gran Torino cut him off immediately, his spirit elevated and more cheerful. Toshinori sighed in relief at the shift in tone, allowing his shaking to steady. “Is she adjusting okay? Maybe I should come and give her some advice from my years as a teacher at UA. The two of us will have lunch.”

“No, she’s doing great as a teacher,” he replied quickly. “It’s actually about something more personal.” He took a deep breath, “I think she’s interested in one of her coworkers. Maybe I’m being too overprotective, he’s a good man and teacher, but I don’t think it’s appropriate if she’s going to come on staff full time.”

It wasn’t a lie. He was worried that if (Y/N) and Aizawa got together, it could affect her coming to work at UA full time if they broke up. And then his little girl would be heartbroken and she would never come back to visit him and he would die of loneliness.

There was a deafening silence on the other end.

“Toshinori… you hold him down, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” a deathly serious voice whispered from the other side of the line. “We can teach him… a lesson.”

There was a part of him that wished to indulge this fantasy of being able to continuously beat away any boy or man that tried to take his precious little girl away or could possibly hurt her. But hearing it spoken aloud like this, gave him the startling realization just how crazy it sounded. How crazy he sounded.

“Well, Sensei, I don’t think that violence is the answer. He’s not a bar person, or anything,” he began.

“No, we’ll just give him a little scare, you see,” the old man practically seethed, as he thought about what kind of person could be chasing after the little girl who used to want to play hero with him. “And maybe break a limb or two if he’s particularly scummy.”

Oh lord, was this the path he was leading himself down with those overprotective father act? He was starting to become as senile and cruel as Gran Torino.

While he would never say any of that out loud, for fear of his life, but he took a moment to reevaluate his behavior over the past ten years of intimidating and scaring off every male that entered (Y/N)’s vicinity.

“That won’t be necessary, Sensei, ever,” he replied. “But thank you, this has been reflective for me.”

“If you change your mind, call me and I’ll be there as quickly as possible. And if I hear something bad from her related to this, then we’re definitely going to have words, Toshinori,” the old man concluded, hanging up the phone as if he had better things to do.

Toshinori pinched their bridge between his eyes. Why was raising daughter one of the more difficult feats than half the battles he had fought as the number one? He was going to need heart medicine by the end of this.

“Have you noticed my dad acting particularly weird lately?” (Y/N) asked Kayama as they sipped tea in the empty teachers lounge after Snipes left.

The dark-haired seductress cocked a brow, “weird? Try borderline psychotic.” She laughed for a second and then shrugged her shoulders, “but what are you supposed to do if you have to watch your little girl flirting with your coworker every day?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed, “what?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Starlight. I see the way you undress Aizawa’s sleeping bag when you think no one’s looking,” the older woman smirked, “it’s honestly adorable how much like school girls you both get around each other. I guess that’s the effect of being in high school, even if you’re the teacher now.”

“It’s not like that, me and Shouta are–”

“Shouta? On a first name basis after a few weeks, he must really be smitten,” Kayama sipped her tea.

“No, it’s just that he calls me by my first name so it was only fair that he let me call him by his first name. It’s a sign of respect and– okay, I give in,” the light hero conceded as she slammed her head onto the table in defeat. Kayama hummed triumphantly. (Y/N) whispered, “I maybe, sorta, kinda like him just a little.”

Kayama day back with a proud smile, with how she was able to see past his bullshit. “Which is the reason your father is acting up, it’s his parental instinct.” She took another sip of her tea. “That and I told him.”

“YOU WHAT?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, spitting out her tea.

“It wasn’t intentional, he just noticed how giddy you were getting over Aizawa, and I mentioned the most logical reason was that you love him,” Kayama teased like a kindergarten student, causing (Y/N) to blush.

To say her father was overprotective was an understatement. When she first mentioned the girls in her class having boyfriends when she started her high school classes, he forbade dating during her first year. During her third year, he looked at her tearfully as he almost choked trying to give her permission to date. After that she knew it would be best to keep her romantic life separated from her home life. Which wasn’t really hard as she had always been focused on building her hero career that she never had time for boyfriends or dating.

But Aizawa was different. She liked him. There hadn’t been someone she was this attracted to in a long time. He was a good man, unlike the other ones she had met recently that were more interested in dating the media darling Starlight than (Y/N). Aizawa could care less about media attention or fame. Working alongside him allowed her to see a side of him she hadn’t expected based on when she was told about him. But then there was the Yagi of it all.

Her father started to chaperone her lessons more often than not during the past few weeks. He would all but force distance between the two physically and socially, either by preoccupying them or third wheeling in all of their conversations. But she didn’t really mind at first, she loved her father and part of the reason she came to UA was to be closer to him as his health deteriorated. But the more her feelings of Aizawa grew the more frustration with her father grew.

(Y/N) sighed and rested her face on her palm in exasperation. “What should I do?”

“Go get your man,” Kayama commanded, pointing at the door with an authoritative voice that made (Y/N) jump up like a soldier to their drill sergeant. But then her face twisted into a lustful expression, licking her lips, “and then put those bandages of his to good use and you tie him up and–”

“Kayama!” (Y/N) screamed.

“Fine, fine, fine. Be boring and go on your little vanilla dates and hand holding,” Kayama waved. “But do follow my advice on being more assertive. If you want Aizawa then make the first move. And if your father has a problem with it, then tell him off. You’re a strong independent hero, goddamnit!” Kayama passionately announced. “Now go do what I told you to.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she saluted the r-rated hero, marching out of the teacher’s lounge with purpose in her step after their little pep talk, repeating her words mentally to continue her momentum to some undetermined location.

Luckily before she ended up marching around aimlessly, she noticed a mop of messy black hair appeared in the corner of her eye turning the corner. She didn’t know if she was grateful she ran into Aizawa first before her father, but it was probably best she confirmed her feelings as mutual before she embarrassed herself in front of her father with some awkward conversation and then she got rejected.

She raised her hand to wave him over friendly and give him a small smile that she usually gave him, but she couldn’t help but blush when he looked over at her. “Hey, Shouta, I wanted to ask you–”

“(Y/N)!”

She stopped in her treks, feeling her whole body freeze up as a familiar voice filled the hallway. She turned over and saw him in his bulky form, clearly aware that Aizawa was there too. She almost rolled her eyes, guessing this was going to be another tactic to keep them apart. It was so patronizing.

“Papa, I was about to speak with Shouta,” she began, turning to him, attempting to continue the assertive streak that Midnight had built up in her.

Unfortunately her newfound confidence wasn’t comparable to his dad card. He simply crossed his arms, “actually I need to speak with him first. And then I want to speak with you quickly.”

“Okay,” she caved. So much for being assertive.

“Yeah, sure,” Aizawa shrugged casually, following the blonde hero into an empty conference room.

(Y/N) waited outside the room for what felt like an hour. She wanted so badly the blast down the door with her light beams, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t tried to hear through the door. But she instead waited around imagining what they could possibly be talking about. (Y/N) knew logically it could simply be about class or a student, 1A wasn’t lacking in problem children that was for sure. But a part of her wondered if it was something else, considering what Midnight said. God, she hoped it wasn’t.

On the inside the room was tense but time didn’t feel as if it was moving slowly. Instead Aizawa felt like he had stepped into a sort of interrogation room at a police precinct. The fluorescent lights burnt into his tired vision and the room almost made him claustrophobic. But none of that compared to All Might’s tense presence. How his blue eyes peered into his soul as he motioned for him to sit down.

“You’ve become awfully friendly with (Y/N) since she came to UA,” he stated, his voice was a mix between the intimidating hero and the awkward father that made up his character perfectly.

Aizawa narrowed his gaze. “She’s been helpful. She’s a natural when it comes to teaching.”

“But personally, I feel as if the two of you have become quite fond of one another,” All Might continued. “Maybe a little more than friendly.”

An observation that wasn’t incorrect. While he had friends on the staff, no one would exactly describe Aizawa as a friendly person. But he was more sociable with (Y/N) for sure. And he knew the older hero had taken notice of it, considering how he basically forces him into the corner during his own classes to keep him from her.

“Can we cut to the chase already? I have work to finish and (Y/N) still needs to speak with me,” he sighed.

All Might cleared his throat, then he stared at him in the eyes seriously. “You’re a good teacher and a good hero, and working with you I’d even say you’re a good man. But that’s my daughter, which means no matter how good you are, it’ll never be what I feel as if it’s half of what she deserves.”

There would always be a part of him that looked at (Y/N) and saw the little baby girl who wasn’t able to fully wrap her hand around his finger, but would smile up at him with the cutest little grin. Who proudly announced to everyone that she was going to be a hero just like her daddy. Who was willing to move across the country to help take care of him as his health continued to deteriorate every day.

He sighed, he wouldn’t be able to hold this form much longer. And then he would be reminded of how limited his life may be in the next few months.

“But if you really care about her and your intentions are good enough, then I do think you two can be happy together and that’s all I want for her,” he concluded.

Aizawa nodded his head. “I expected as much from the number one. I don’t know if she’s going to feel the same,” he shrugged, “but I promise I’ll do my best to make her happy and keep her safe.”

All Might extended his hand out for a handshake, Aizawa reluctantly accepted it. It seemed as if this family really enjoyed firm handshakes. But unlike his daughter’s more delicate hands, his were massive and his grip was a strong reminder that he would be able to crush him even if he did erase his quirk.

“Do make sure that you keep your promise, because if you do ever cause her grief or hurt her, then I am taking her back, and then you and I will have words.”

There was something cold and threatening about the look in All Might’s eyes that told Aizawa to not call his bluff. The man really loved his daughter, he wouldn’t doubt the lengths he would go to protect her. But Aizawa didn’t back down from the handshake, he meant his promise and he didn’t intend on breaking it.

“Then we’re all good,” he grinned, as if he hadn’t just threatened the man.

When the door finally opened, she backed away trying to innocently seem as if she wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Aizawa filed out to wait for the two to finish their conversation, which he now imagined wouldn’t be much more different than the one he just had with him. She smiled at him faintly before closing the door behind her as she entered.

Trying to remember her conversation with Midnight, she took a deep breath and turned her expression more serious. There was something about being with her father that always reduced her back to being a little girl. There wasn’t a lot of conflict in their relationship, and she never really confronted him about anything. But she was an adult now.

“Listen, papa,” she began.

Before she could continue Toshinori poofed out of muscular form and coughed up blood.

“Papa!” she shrieked, quickly running over and pulling out her handkerchief to wipe up the blood. “You shouldn’t overexert yourself like that!”

“I know, don’t worry so much,” he excused, taking the handkerchief and cleaning up his mouth.

She placed her hands in defiance on her waist and glared at him sternly, “how am I not supposed to not worry when you’re coughing out blood like that?”

He smiled fondly, “you’ve always worried about me even before I got this injury. So, you’ve always taken care of me. It’s why I was so happy when you started here and thought you would be around a lot more.” Toshinori looked down at his lap and smiled melancholically. “I don’t exactly get to be All Might a lot these days, and the only time I was really Toshinori Yagi the last few decades was with you.”

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rubbing them gently. “I wanted to be around you too, papa. But I don’t think that’s the only reason I’m going to take up that permanent position after summer break.”

There were so many reasons she could list. Being close to her father was one of the most important reasons she wanted to stay at UA. She got along with her colleagues so well, better than she ever did with anyone at Might Tower. The students were amazing, and she had grown fond of them so easily. And seeing where things went with Aizawa was definitely one of them. Even if he rejected her, it was still a step she was looking forward to because it meant she was becoming more bold and open.

“That’s good,” he swallowed, sniffing as he shuffled around on his chair awkwardly. “You deserve to have so many things in your life that make you happy.” That was an honest statement, he looked up at her with a warm smile and eyes that looked a little glazed over.

He moved to wrap his arms around her properly and she rested her head carefully on his shoulder. Toshinori rubbed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair. (Y/N) squeezed him gently before she pulled away with a big smile.

“I love you,” she grinned, “and I promise you that Thursdays will always be our dinner night.”

“You better keep that promise,” he pointed sternly. “And please try and spare your father and try and keep everything on the downlow at work, please?”

She nodded furiously before moving to exit the conference room, knowing he wouldn’t be able to leave until the hallway was clear so no one would know about his declining health. When she left the room, she was grateful to find Aizawa still waiting outside patiently, with a thousand mile stare.

“Hey,” she awkwardly announced her presence.

He turned to her with the same stoic expression he always had, but there was a little more interest in his tone than usual when she spoke to him. “Hey.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to focus on what Kayama had said. Well not all of it. Which caused her to start focusing on his binding cloth as she tried not to think of her little suggestion. What had she said actually? Oh, yeah. Being more assertive. She was a goddamn hero, asking out someone she got along with shouldn’t be so scary. So, why was she shaking?

“I, uh, was um, uh wondering, if you um wanna maybe, uh,” she stuttered, and her serious expression was more unblinking and twitching in execution. “This isn’t coming out the way I wanted it to,” she whispered to herself as she lowered her head in shame.

He looked down at her, “have we finally found something you’re not a natural at? I was worried they were going to replace me with you, you’re certainly a better teacher.” He moved his hand to rub the back of his head as he looked up at the ceiling, “but it seems like we’re both just as bad when it comes to this stuff.”

She looked up at him with confused and wide eyes, her mouth agape as she came to understand what he meant. “I think I might be worse.”

“Not possible,” he responded. “I thought if I ignored it then I would just get over it, but then after a few weeks my game plan morphed more into an ‘maybe if I stare at her long enough she’ll return my feelings’ approach. Even Yamada tried to give me advice.”

(Y/N) giggled at the idea of Aizawa getting flirting advice from Present Mic of all people. “Well I got advice from Kayama, which is to say I learnt a little too much about her and her feelings towards you.”

“That’s horrifying,” he commented.

“Yeah, it was. But not as mortifying as I imagine whatever conversation you had with my father was,” she retorted, picturing the two men having a sit down to talk about whatever romantic prospect the two could have. It made her face warm up again.

“It was your typical ‘hurt my daughter and you’re dead’ scare trick,” he shrugged casually, “but I don’t doubt that he meant it. He nearly crushed my hand as a warning.” He brought up his right hand.

She face palmed as she imagined the scenario in her mind. “Of course he did. Don’t worry he’s all bark.” She cracked a grin. “But who you really have to worry about is Gran Torino, he’s really scary.”

“Noted,” he nodded slowly, meeting her gaze. “Are there any more pro heroes I’m going to have to stare down before you’ll grab a bite with me sometime?” He questioned, with a slight smirk.

“I don’t know, Sir Nighteye might wanna give you a stare down one of these days,” she teased, giggling a bit under her breath as he rolled his eyes at the statement. “But I would love to get something to eat before then,” she earnestly said.

He shrugged, “I’ll have to think about it.”

She punched his shoulder playfully, causing him to squint and clutch his arm in slight pain. “Rude.” She placed her hands on her waist as she glared at him, “you know I have half a mind to just–”

Before she could finish half heartedly scolding him, he grabbed her jaw and pulled her up to place his lips against hers. It took her a moment to register what was happening before she leaned into the kiss, grasping at the binding cloth to bring him closer to her. Eraserhead was a surprisingly good kisser with how he moved his lips against hers. The kiss was breathless as he pulled away slowly.

“Still thinking about it?”

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Aizawa x Reader (quirkless s/o) with a Flipping octo plush where it has an angry side thats pink and the happy side is red and its on its angry side. Or aizawa x reader (quirkless s/o) who paints theyres and aizawas nails with a cat face

-shuu

100% im putting both of these into one because uugghhh 😩😩

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Aizawa x Reader - Pink Plushies

Fuck. The plushie is pink. What did he do now?

Shouta sighs, walking into your shared flat and sighing tiredly as he's met with the love of his life sitting on the bed and sulking. There's an obvious pout on your lips as you pointedly make a scene out of ignoring him, causing another ragged sigh to cue from the tired looking man before you.

This had all started earlier on the same day when you'd made a joke about getting matching nails and proposing to paint cats on his. He immediately declined of course, but he really didn't think you would ignore him for the whole day.

But here you are, staring at the wall stubbornly as he asks you what's wrong. He's too old for this.

Despite the fact that he is literally 25, but anyway.

You pout and your eyebrow twitches as he sits on the bed next to you, staring at you with a neutral expression and waiting for you to finish your tantrum. It's not fair that he was blessed with so much more patience than you.

You give in easily and sigh quietly, giving your lover a forlorn look and making his heart almost stop for a second. You look genuinely upset now, and he doesn't know what's wrong or if it's his fault or not, and the thought haas anxiety pooling in the pits of his stomach.

He could never forgive himself if he was the reason you look so sad right now, and he always tried his best to be active in this relationship and spend valuable time with you because he doesn't know what he'd do with himself if he ever lost you.

That is until you come out with your next words.

"Why didn't you let me paint your nails, Shouta?! I thought it would be cute- a-and we could match and everything-! Was the thought really that horrible to you?..."

He deadpans harder than ever before, looking at you as if he'd just been turned to stone while you rant at him and whine like a kicked puppy, crocodile tears pooling down your face and catching the light.

"... I-... I love you, honey, but im not letting you paint my nails, no."

The next fifteen minutes saw him staring down at prettily painted black nails with little white kitten chibis drawn on carefully. You really are talented, he muses, looking down at one of the finished nails and silently giving them starry eyes, encapsulated with them and absolutely charmed.

His head is adorned with a pair of cat ears that you had slipped on him as a joke, having yet to have taken them off yet as he stares at your masterpieces. Pretty, and soft hair falls in front of your face while you continue your hard, honest work, sat hunched over Shouta's other hand and just finishing up so that you can get started on yours.

"Do the base white on yours. Make them opposites." he proposes as you finish glossing them over, giving you a suggestion, and you just can't help but puff your cheeks out like a hamster as you attempt to contain your laughter only to fail miserably. You can't help it- he's just given you a suggestion like that with the most unexpressive face you've seen on him, and once you calm down and recover a little you're quick to press a gentle kiss to his lips while he's still confused.

The two of you have fun painting your nails and there's absolutely no way that you could let him even breathe before you got a picture of the masterpieces before you, and as Shouta watches you fawn over how cute he is with the cat ears he still has on he cant help but smirk and pull you closer.

Soft lips meet yours as he holds you in the kiss by the back of your head, nipping at your lip and when you pull back your face is flushed bright red and you're practically dizzy from the kiss, giving him a woozy but sly smile as you grab your plush, turning it back to red as the little smiley face has your boyfriend smirking wider and raising an eyebrow at you, crawling closer to you and making you blush bright red again.

His eyes are half lidded and he looks up at you mischievously, crawling up over you and nipping at your neck cheekily just to tease you. And boy, does it work well...

hi! so i was wondering if i can request a oneshot of class 1a & platonic aizawa or just a platonic aizawa (which ever is easiest for u!) x GN reader where the reader received massive burn scars/just scars in general that covers half of their face and arms? just real angsty and fluffy :)

Angst and fluff coming right up <3

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Warning: burning, mentioned blindness, depictions of blood and injury...

Aizawa and 1-A x Student Reader (Platonic) - Scarring

The students of 1-A had heard about your accident during the entrance exam. That's why, when you walked into the room, you'd heard hushed whispers invading your ears, the class looking at you curiously.

Your face is covered in thick makeup, but your application is good, so it doesn't smear or melt, and it doesn't look cakey.

It still doesn't do a whole lot to hide the horrific scarring, though.

You had been collecting points like everyone else during the exam, when suddenly everything turned dark. You were still conscious, and still moving, but you were trapped under a robot that had caught fire and shut down, and your ribs were close to crushed.

Everything hurt. You still remember the pain clear as day as your ribs got that much closer to puncturing your lungs, blood seeping from your mouth as you vomited. You were surprised to find that the screaming you could hear was coming from you, desperate wails echoing under the huge tin can, too heavy for you to lift.

Your flesh was burning and the smell reached your nose and travelled along the back of your throat, drawing more vomit from you as you clawed at the gravel beneath you. You're not sure who had plucked you out from beneath the rubble of the malfunctioned robot and the brick wall of a house that it had taken down with it, because by then you were unconscious.

The following few days, you had not left your home. Not once. You hadn't even left your bedroom or so much as drawn the curtains.

Your self esteem was forever crushed to rubble.

The burn and cut scars stretched over your left arm and your neck, reaching your cheekbone in a pattern that seemed some sort of mix between tiger stripes and lighting burns, and they had turned a paper shade in comparison to the rest of your skin, as opposed to darker like, for example, Todoroki's scar.

It almost looked like some kind of vitiligo instead of rough scarring, because Recovery Girl had been so quick to attend to you.

You had never stopped being so grateful to her.

By your first day, you were recognised as the kid who'd been crushed at the entrance exam, and every time someone's eyes landed on you, you'd get horribly self conscious, wondering if they could see the discolouration on your face.

That all changed though, when you had actually started to make friends.

And it makes sense that the first people you made friends with were Shouto and Izuku. Their scars gave you a little more confidence that maybe you weren't so hideous, and it was all in your head.

You and Shouto had bonded over the similarities in your scarring, sharing stories of how they happened and how they affected the both of you, and then you found out that as you were now blind in your left eye, so was Shouto. Or at least sort of. He retained some of his sight, but his vision had been impaired, whereas your eye had been crushed by the metal of the robot that had trapped you.

And Izuku, he always knew the right thing to say. He played a vital role when it came to you accepting what happened to you, and assuring you that noone thought any less of you with the assurance of your fellow classmates. He was a real big help, and his kind and inspirational words had you rethinking the way you saw yourself a lot.

However, sometimes there were days when you looked in the mirror and saw a ghost of who you used to be, and what you used to look like. Memories of your mother taking your, then, unharmed face into her hands and calling you beautiful flashed before your eyes, and led you to having bouts of depression where you would skip class because you had gotten so self conscious.

Aizawa Sensei had thought you'd made peace with the change, and trauma of what happened. Looking back on it now, he could see that he was clearly being naive. He thought you were just skipping class because you weren't so sure about being a hero anymore, or you just didn't care. The thought had him angry, to say the least.

He knocked harshly on the door to your dorm room, hearing a few sniffles coming from the other side. Were you upset? Maybe you were sick?

His suspicions were confirmed as you opened the door slightly, revealing just the corner of your face as you looked up at him with a tired, puffy eye.

You had been crying.

"... What's wrong? Why weren't you in class?"

"... 'sorry-"

"-That's not an answer."

You were shocked silent. You didn't expect him to look so angry with you, but you couldn't face the world like this. The comments you had received at the Sports Festival had absolutely crushed you. People could be so cruel sometimes, it's like they don't even realise that they were talking about a kid.

Finally, you broke into little cries, closing your eye and bumping your head against the door softly, feeling so tired and lonely.

"I can't take it anymore- I just wanna look normal- I don't wanna be ugly anymore- did you know that everyone at the Sports Festival was calling me ugly?! I'm sixteen! There are posts on the internet talking about mine and Shou's and Izu's scars! I just want them off my body, it's not fair!-"

Shouta's heart sinks to his stomach. Your voice is wet shaky, and your words get caught in your throat. For god's sake, he can hear the heartbreak and vulnerability in your sobs. He had failed to protect you. And not just you, but Izuku and Shouto as well? He's such a failure.

He knows the world can be a cruel place, and even though he can teach you to be strong in body, you were still kids, and it was his job to keep you safe from that kind of negative attention. You were kids. You didn't deserve to be judged like pedigree dogs. At least not yet. It's stuff like that that crushes young people's self image.

His shoulders dropped and you looked down at you with a worried expression, slowly pushing the door out of the way and enveloping you in his arms. He feels soft, and secure as you cry into his shirt, sniffling and hiccuping while he rubs your back comfortingly.

"If you tell anyone I hugged you I will deny it. But... Don't worry about what insecure people on the internet are saying, because they must truly be dissatisfied with themselves if insulting teenagers makes them feel better. One day, their life will be in your hands, and they'll regret what they said."

The comment about denying the hug happened actually pulled a little laugh out of you, and you felt much better as he comforted you. Your tears slowed to a stop and your breathing evened out, and once you had calmed down, Aizawa had freed you from his awkward hug.

The world seemed just a little brighter than it did before.

Addition to request of pt 2. Of bubble bath. Cuddles with aizawa after?

-shuu🥺🥺

Ofc! You asked and you shall receive! <3

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Aizawa x Reader - Softer

-Part 2

You let your eyes flutter closed as Shouta bathes you, running a soft flannel over your previously sweat-soaked skin. He takes the time to gently soak and clean every spot of skin he can see, pressing tired kisses to your neck and collarbone.

His eyes are narrowed as he thinks about his earlier mistake as if it's his fault. He knows it's not, but he still can't help but feel waves of crushing guilt wash over him like the foamy bathwater he had ran for you.

It's almost as if you know him well enough to read his mind.

"Shou- don't beat yourself up, baby. I'm the one that wanted to try it, right? It's not your fault. I'm okay, and I feel better now."

He wishes that was enough to ease his conscience.

You only chuckle at his soft sigh, and the way that his eyes shift while he looks in another direction. He's so adorable.

You simply sit up from your lounged spot and cuddle him closer, enjoying the feeling of the warm water surrounding you both. The bath does just the trick for releasing all of the tension in your muscles.

Shouta can't help but blush a little and avert his eyes again as you hug him very... nakedly. His heartbeat pumps a little faster at the feeling of soft mounds pressed right against his pecs, and he hesitantly hugs you back, wrapping his strong, firm arms around you.

The quiet giggle and the soft nip at his neck has him side-eyeing you and your mischief, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head in mock disappointment while he gets up, getting ready to pull the plug out of the bath and get dressed.

"I thought you were done... What? Four orgasms not enough for you?"

Nevermind.

Your face glows bright red and you shut right up, taking his outstretched hand while he offers it to you after getting dressed in some boxers.

You huff and towel dry yourself as your partner struggles silently, trying not to stare at the curve of your breasts and your waist as you dry off, and the little rivulets of water that manage to survive the towel patting.

The towel is scrunched in your hair as you finish with it and your dressing gown is wrapped around you while you ignore your boyfriend's staring, sauntering past him and shedding the gown as you cuddle into the sheets.

Shouta isn't sure if he's glad or not that you're naked. He merely sighs and follows behind you, cuddling you close and slotting his chin to rest on your shoulder while he cuddles you from behind, hands wandering down to caress your waist.

He lands a sleepy kiss to your shoulder while the two of you spoon, falling asleep in the safety and warmth eachothers' embrace.

My Heart couldn't handle this wholesomeness and cuteness ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Secret Admirer (Aizawa & Daughter!Reader)

Request: OML your Dadmight fics are so cute!Could you do one for Aizawa where his kid is a UA student and is receiving letters from a secret admirer. How would he react?

A/N: The reader is adopted because Aizawa is only thirty and I want the reader to be in Class 1B for story reasons within the story.

Every time I turn a corner, I hope I bump into you. Doesn’t matter where; I’m just always hoping I get to see you even if it’s only for a few seconds.

This was the first letter Aizawa had seen. 

(Y/N) was exhausted and had fallen asleep while studying. He noticed her lights were still on when he opened the door to say goodnight before leaving for his nighttime patrol, he found her face down in a textbook at her desk. He almost laughed at how much she still looked like a little kid when she was like this. He carefully picked her up and laid her down into her bed, listening to her babble nonsense as she cuddled into her pillow.

When he went back to her desk to turn off the lamp, that’s when he noticed among her english textbooks was a pink piece of paper that stood out prominently amongst the other white sheets. Aizawa had never been the type of parent who invaded his daughter’s privacy, he was the cool laid-back dad who she felt comfortable enough to talk to. But he found himself overtaken by curiosity of this pink sheet, so he sneaked a peak. 

He was surprised, his daughter had received a love letter.

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❦ A PIRATES REWARD

“you expected to fuck some guy in the bathroom at the halloween party, not get absolutely railed by someone you don’t even know”

cw: age gap, mask kink(?), choking, cream pie, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

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When you're young and you finally get the taste of freedom that comes with showing your ID (the real one) to the bouncer, and instead of a stare down, you get a pleasant "enjoy your night", you tend to go overboard.

Dressed too skimpy for the weather, with the promise that alcohol will help you warm up, you and your girlfriends set your goals for the night. Get someone to buy you drinks, make it to the DJ booth, or hook up in the bathroom with someone you'll never see again.

A jaegerbomb or two, vodka soda, and whatever drink the guy next to you swore was worth it—you think it's a pornstar—and you were blinking with a drowsy smile on your painted lips as you looked around for someone of interest. Halloween was the perfect excuse to let loose and indulge in some wild, anonymous fun. As the night progressed, the music got louder and the crowd became more vibrant, making it the perfect hunting ground. With each drink, you felt a heat in your cheeks and between your legs that you wanted to indulge in.

"And what are you supposed to be?" You looked up at the man beside you.

From across the room, you noticed him in a black compression shirt, one that defined his obviously muscular arms and toned chest. He was tall, even from afar, dark hair that you could see pulled back into a bun, and a mask from a movie your tipsy mind barely recognized covering his face. He was mildly intriguing, and you admired him for a bit, but was only when he lifted it slightly to drink, showing off his sharp jawline and rough stubble, that you beelined for him.

You couldn't see his eyes looking down at you, but his deep, rumbling voice made you shiver. "A guy in a mask."

"Wow," you deadpanned with obvious sarcasm. "so creative."

He turned his head to you and leaned down a bit, and he asked, "Pirate?"

"Aye." You giggled with a curtsy, then nodded your chin at his drink. "What's that?"

"Rye and ginger," he held it out to you. "Want?"

You purposely brushed over the rings on his fingers as you took the drink. "You think I'd like it?"

"It’s a little hard, but sweet."

So you took a sip, eyes locked on his mask as you licked your lips to clean them off.

"I like the harder stuff," you said, and handed it back to him.

He lifted his mask to take a sip, unbothered by the lipstick smudge you left on the rim, then smiled slightly.

You decided that this was the guy. There's something about his nonchalant demeanour and the way he effortlessly hooked you in that had you wanting him in a less than innocent way. The fact that you didn't even know what he looked like only added to the excitement of wanting those gorgeous fingers inside you.

"Wanna take this somewhere else?" You cut him off from whatever he was saying, deciding you've done enough flirting.

"Well, aren't you an eager thing?" He chuckled a bit and took another sip of his drink.

You gulped, shamelessly checking him out as you started to feel the pulse of anticipation. When he finished off his rye and ginger you grabbed his wrist and led him through the crowd. Down the hall, there were a couple people loitering, probably trying to escape the loud music to have a more intimate conversation. The bathroom was even more deserted, and you thanked the fact that drunk people never wanted to leave the fun.

You immediately pushed him against the wall, not waiting for the door to close beside you, and your fingers clawed to his mask eagerly before his large hand wrapped around your throat to still you.

"Ah, ah, ah," he reprimanded you. "Didn't anyone teach you manners?"

You grinned, your lips instead going to his neck, where you playfully bit his skin. He let out a low growl, a mixture of pleasure and warning. His grip on your throat tightened slightly, this time not in caution, but as a reward.

"That's it, baby." He praised, and hooked his free thumb under the mask, pulling it off to reveal the most attractive man you've ever seen. Dark, tired eyes that looked at you with nothing but lust. He was obviously older than you, and the realization made you feel even more vigour at the thought of the pleasure he could give you that you never seemed to get from guys your age. His lips curled into a malicious smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race, as if you were the only person in the world that mattered to him in that moment.

You audibly whimpered, the heat between your legs intensifying as you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Distantly, there was a soft donk as he threw his mask to the ground and grabbed you, switching places to pin you to the wall instead. The rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins, making you want to act out, but the firm grip he had on your throat had you compliant and submissive—only able to do what he wants. You had never been more happy to fall under the spell of some man, and you found yourself eager to accept anything he gave you. As the world around you faded into oblivion, all that remained was the intoxicating connection between your bodies and an insatiable desire.

Your leg hooked over his hip as you grinded into him, and he easily lifted you up, pressing his hard cock to your needy pussy through your clothes.

The noises of pleasure you made simply from making out and dry humping had him almost laughing.

"Such a cute little pirate." He growled and bit your ear. The hand around your neck moved to shove aside the fabric at your crotch and push two fingers inside you. "Already wet for me."

You squealed at the stretch, head hitting the tiled wall behind you as you threw it back.

"F-fuck." You whined and bucked your hips into him, too lost in the simple way he was giving you pleasure to care about how desperate you were being.

His skilled fingers continued to move inside you, hitting all the right spots and driving you wild. Even if it had just begun, no hookup had ever had you crumbling so easily, or had reduced you to a begging mess so skillfully. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably as you surrendered completely to his touch, not bothering to hold back your cries.

Your legs started to shake, the pants you spilled out became high-pitched wanton sounds as you were about to cum; tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your head knocked against the wall from you bucking into him. But before he could send you over into ecstasy, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you high, dry, and angry.

"What the fuc—!" You tried to scream, but he shoved his thick fingers down your throat. You choked instead as he laughed at you.

"Don't be a brat." He said. "Lick them clean, and I'll give you what you want."

You gagged as his fingers pressed against the back of your throat, feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal. Reluctantly, you obeyed his command, tasting your own essence on his fingers as you sniffled. The thought of finally getting what you desired pushed you to comply, hoping that this humiliating act would lead to the release you craved.

As he pulled his fingers out with a pop, you were rewarded with the sight of his hand undoing his pants and releasing his thick cock. The sight of his harsh pink tip dripping with precum made your heart race, fueling your craving for him even more and making you wiggle impatiently as he lined up with your cunt. With a deep breath, you braced yourself for the pleasure that awaited, ready to surrender completely to his dominance.

He didn't go slow. He thrusted into you with a force that took your breath away, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body.

The hand that gripped the fat of your thigh to hold you up tightened almost unbearably as he hissed.

"Fuck, you're so tight, little pirate." He said, and you whimpered a bit.

There was no more time to waste as he pulled out and thrust into you again.

You felt each unbearable inch of his cock bullying its way into your gummy walls and stretching you out passed your limits. No man had ever had you gasping from simply fucking you, but each powerful movement sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. As he continued to pound into you relentlessly, you surrendered yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing all sense of control.

Your noises started to get even louder and more shameless, and you couldn't imagine anyone outside the bathroom wouldn't be able to tell what was going on, especially coupled with the slapping sounds of his cock in your dripping pussy over and over.

His hand came up to your neck again, holding you back against the wall and cutting your airflow as he pumped into you. Your moans became choked gargles, and the lack of oxygen had you squeezing impossibly tighter around him, your own hand gripping his wrist to stabilize yourself as your eyes rolled back and your tongue fell out.

"You just go dumb, baby?" You vaguely heard his condescending voice. "Such a good girl."

The intensity of the moment heightened as he continued to fuck you, his words fueling your desire for him to have his way with you. Each thrust and restriction of breath only deepened your submissive state, pushing you further into a state of blissful surrender that you never wanted to give up. As his grip tightened and his pace quickened, you could feel yourself on the edge of cumming like you never had before, ready to be consumed by the ecstasy he pumped you with.

"Such a good girl." He repeated. "Maybe I should cum in your cunt as a reward for being so good."

The sound of his words sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. You eagerly nodded, unable to form any coherent words as you yearned for him to fulfill his promise. You wanted everything he could possibly give you, in that moment, you wanted him to become yours. You wanted him to give you this pleasure over and over again. With each powerful thrust, you could feel the knot tightening, knowing that this release would be better than any one you've ever experienced.

As he continued to ravish you, you came without warning. Head spilling all thoughts from your mind besides the inexplicably pleasure you were feeling and this unknown man that has made you feel something you’ve never felt before. Without a doubt, this would be ingrained in your mind forever, but if the thought of that wasn't enough, the feeling of his hot cum spilling into a second later you would be. It overflowed from your cunt, staining your thighs with hot cum as you held him close.

The smell of sex and the wetness dripping down your hot legs brought you back to reality, and you just barely registered him setting you down onto the ground. Your wobbly legs couldn't hold you as you fell against his sturdy chest, still not in the right stated of mind as you panted and almost drooled against him. The man chuckled as he moved the fabric of your costume back to cover your pussy and keep all of his cum inside you. You whined and twitched when he patted your clit.

Then he gently placed you on the ground, and you were too fucked up to speak up and say that you wanted him to stay and at least hold you until your mind returned. The most you could do was weakly tug on his pants and whine, causing him to bend down and place a chest kiss to your forehead. As he walked away, a mix of emotions flooded your mind: a longing for his presence, a sense of vulnerability, and a lingering satisfaction from everything he gave you.

You coax your six year old daughter into telling her father about the bigger-than-herself crush she's been harboring for the cute little boy who sits next to her in class, just so you could see the mortified look on your husband's face as he struggled to control his temper while listening to his girl's sweet voice bashfully recounting the story of how they exchanged their first love notes today..

And he's now thinking of a proper plan to intimidate the poor boy and keep him away from his little angel, and probably even make him switch schools.

_ "Come on Shouta, something like that is bound to happen sooner or later." your giggles fill the air as you strive to smooth out the frown plastered across his face with gentle pecks and touches.

_ "Yeah! When she's like thirty or something, not now!" his grip on the thick book tightens as his frustration grows, and you ignore him for a second to try steadying your legs on each side of his waist, "I don't understand why you're not more upset about this, she's your daughter too." and he carries on complaining when you fail to respond.

You sigh contentedly after settling on his lap, snatching the book away from his grasp and reaching out to set it on your nightstand, " well I think it's cute that she's exploring some new emotions, don't you remember when we first met? We weren't much older than her."

His scowl deepens at your words and his stare shifts to the side in contemplation, he does not seem to care for the reminder as it only worries him further.

You bite down on your lip in a futile attempt to swallow your giggles, pushing his soft locks back to carefully remove his glasses and trail soft kisses on the scars adding to his beauty.

_ "That's not comforting you know?" he groans in protest against your statement and holds you closer to himself, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and allowing you to kiss him as you please, "I don't want her developing romantic feelings for anyone, not now not ever, she just needs to be my little girl."

Your heart swells with adoration for your man, the same person who used to dislike the idea of having kids of his own, saying that all he ever wanted was to settle down with you and you alone, to have a little peace of mind after his early retirement, away from the troubles bound to come with children.

However, all of it has changed the moment you were greeted with a lovely surprise that you both shared its creation.. your little angel and source of happiness.

_ "She'll always be our little girl." you murmur against his cheek and kiss him there again, "but if you want, we can always have another." you sit back and watch the expression on his face slowly switching to an amused one as he presses you down on his bulge.

_ "Yeah, and maybe this time we'll have a boy."

@lonleyweeb77 thank you for sending the request!! I had a lot of fun w this ngl, I hope you like it too

Pairing: Aizawa x soft!reader

Honorable mentions: crackfic, <1k, no warnings I guess

Shouta isn't a big fan of coffee.

No, actually- he doesn't like it at all. Especially the solid black ones everyone seems fit to him. They're always overly bitter, doing nothing but tormenting his taste buds and gift him that awful coffee aftertaste for the rest of the day. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes just how much he doesn't like it.

Believe it or not, the pro hero Eraserhead prefers tea better.

But you don't know that, and he doesn't have it in him to tell you, either. You just had the kindest smile each morning as you'd approach him, two cups of steaming hot coffee in your hands. "Here you go, Eraserhead."

Eyes glinting, with happiness, he assumes, but it seems to be a little more similar to amusement as you'd sit next to him, your perfume clouding his thoughts for a second or so.

He'd always grumble thanks as he takes the cup from you, taking a sip from the bitter liquid as he'd challenge himself not to scrunch his face at it. You, on the other hand, would seem to handle it far better than the hero himself, taking bigger sips, your smile never faltering. It often pushed him to try and finish his coffee before you did yours, try and hide how much he despised it.

Shouta didn't really know why he'd keep tormenting himself so, it was as easy as saying he preferred tea better- but he couldn't. Shouta couldn't take the risk of you not coming to him every morning, for you not to be the first person he'd hold a conversation with that day, not seeing your smile as you'd watch him sip the coffee you brought.

He liked hearing you talk as he'd wrap his hands around the mug and hope some miracle would happen and it would taste at least a bit better.

"Oh, you finished it really quick!" You'd say as you watch him put his mug down after gulping it all in one go- like pulling a band-aid, he retorts, "would you like to have another one?"

Oftentimes, he couldn't say no to that either.

As he steps out of his room, hair still damp from the shower he took, his eyes fall on you standing in the kitchen.

As you hear the door closing, your turn around to see your boyfriend plopping himself on the couch, eyes closed and face scrunched. "Long day?" Your soft voice has the effect of relaxing him almost immediately.

He grumbles approvingly, ears taking in the sound of your steps coming towards him.

"Here," you hand him a cup, and he takes a sip without thinking. It's tea- just a tad bit of sweet, just the way he likes it.

wait a minute, he thinks suddenly.

Tea?

When did you start- hey, when did you start bringing him tea and not coffee? It wasn't just recently; he figures that you'd been making him tea... ever since you started dating?

"Love?" He mutters as you sip your tea as well, eyes narrowed. "Is this tea?"

"Uh- yeah. Does it taste bad? I thought you liked tea."

"No, it tastes good." He takes another sip, brows scrunched. "But why are you giving me tea and not coffee?"

"Hm?" You play innocent, but he catches the slight amusement in your eyes, and it reminds him of all the times you gave him coffee, watching him with mirth. "I thought you hated coffee?"

~

"A prank." He repeats, not amused.

"Eh, kind of." You chuckle. "More like a bet we made with Hizashi to see how long you'd hold up." The scrunch of his brows tells you he's not finding this as funny as you do. "But you held up really well!" You try to soothe him. "Even when I was putting more coffee than water- I mean, how'd you even drink that? It tasted like poison!"

"Tell me about it." He mutters, but he's also fighting a smile now. "So you knew I liked you all that time."

"Well- yeah."

"And you decided to prank me because of it." He goes on, and you start feeling a little... guilty.

But to your relief, his arms are suddenly around you, pulling you to his chest and resting his chin on your head, successfully suffocating you. You smell so nice, fit so nicely in between his arms that Shouta can't bring himself to get angry at you. "You know, you're worse than my students." He whispers, and you hear a soft chuckle rumble in his chest.

Kisses for everyone except the people who write one block of text and don’t use paragraphs. Sleep with one eye open, rat.

Any of Aizawa's previous students meeting class 1a. Just one of them who have been through Aizawa's tough love without realizing what it is and when 1a is jusg out here calling the man Dad to his face and their general chaos and going "????"