Imagines (Scenario & Headcanon & Theories) for Aizawa Shouta from Boku no Hero Academia + OC content occasionally. Requests are permanently closed! Thanks to everyone for the amazing time â„
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Hi! Can I please request a scenario of a female reading waking up in the morning with Aizawa after sex ~together~ for the first time (he's not her first partner, I understand you don't write s/o FIRST times). They've been in a relationship for a few months, but finally moved to the next level of intimacy last night. Reader is just lazily admiring Aizawa, to which he then wakes up and spends a quiet/pleasant morn together - & if you're okay with it, lead to some good ol' morning smut? Thanks!
Ah, last request for this blog (â: Letâs go out with a bang (pun intended), shall we?
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His breathing was so even, his heart never missing a beat. Outside the window, the birds were chirping cheerfully, announcing the new day, while Shouta was still there, by your side, in your bed nonetheless. You could cuddle up to him, hug him, gently draw patterns over his chest as he kept sleeping peacefully, admiring the gorgeous man who finally let down his guard to stay the night with you.
Secretly, you hoped he was sleeping so well, heâd never want to leave. A silly thought, but you immensely enjoyed the idea of having him with you always. It was never a good idea to go too fast in a relationship. Still, if he ever wanted to move in with you, you could already see yourself becoming Mrs. Aizawa in the future. He was by far not perfect, but he didnât need to be. Together, you were good enough in every aspect, emotionally, physically, and now⊠intimately too.
You felt your cheeks warm up as you thought back to the previous night. The moans that echoed in the room, the feeling of your fingers gripping the bedding tightly, and your toes curling as Shouta sent shivers through your body with every thrust. Never before did you think there was someone who simply fit you. That was stuff for smutty books and porno exaggerations.
But here he was, his cock long, hard, eager to explore you, slipping inside after he put down the groundwork with his tongue. It sounded weird now in your head to explain it, making you slightly embarrassed, but wow. Simply wow. He was everything you ever dreamed of your perfect match in the future. You could not wait to repeat that night.
âMhm,â you heard mumbling above you, making you tilt your head slightly to look up. Rubbing his eyes, Shouta looked like a cat. A little dazed still, not fully awake as you greeted him with a happy, âGood morning!â while feeling a million little butterflies in your stomach again, as if this was the first time you two met.
âMorningâŠâ he mumbled back, leaning down to kiss you. Immediately, you were tingling all over again, ecstatic when he pulled you in for a hug and held you tenderly in his arms while he continued to slowly wake up. Thatâs how you wanted to be greeted first thing in the morning for the rest of your life, you decided. Cozily, warm, and still so much in love.
âDid you sleep well?â you asked with your face buried in his chest, arms around him as you returned his embrace. âVery,â he mumbled into your hair, and you were getting giddy about this situation. You really did it! You gave the sleep-deprived man you called your boyfriend some well-deserved and good rest. Seeing him happy made you happy as well.
âMe too!â you chimed, unable to keep the bright smile from dancing on your lips hidden. Mischievously, you added, âAnd I can still feel what we did before sleep as well.â
Shoutaâs body shook with an amused huff at your comment, and he leaned back, opening one eye to look at you. âSeems like you really enjoyed it, huh?â
Grinning back at him cheekily, you nodded, replying, âYou bet!â and reached upwards to kiss him again, longer this time. âYou knowâŠâ Pressing against his lips once more before finishing your sentence, you entwined your legs with his, grinding on his thigh slowly, seductively. âI could go for a second round any time.â
A husky chuckle escaped his throat, right beside your ear, and Shouta pulled you towards him a bit more firmly this time, his thigh slipping noticeably higher between your legs. âI see how it is now,â he noted, hinting at your horniness even though you two only had sex once before. Kissing down a trail from your ear to your throat and eventually to your chest, you were forced to give up the ride on his thigh to have him explore you, sending a tingle through your body with every kiss to your skin.
Before you knew it, he reached your breasts. Strong hands enveloped them, a hot tongue gently prodding your nipple. You pushed yourself up and towards him, letting out stifled moans as he worked his mouth over the sensitive knob. His movements didnât have the same kind of heat as they had the night before, but you were happy with them just being directed at you. It felt like he was worshipping you, inch by inch, his touch all that lingered on your mind.
One of his hands dropped low, gripping himself under the bedsheets. No fast movements and no rapid jerking, but long, even strokes to pleasure himself. Biting your lip, you sighed in pleasure, but a sudden wave of confidence came over you, and you lifted your hands to his shoulders. Shouta looked up, slightly confused as you pushed him over, yourself on top.
âYou did more than enough work yesterday,â you stated, feeling empowered by the smile on his lips and the deep breath he took. Shouta was always working hard. If not on you, then on everything else. He deserved to be pampered too, and you were glad to be the one to give it to him. It was nice to lay back and let him work his magic on you, but you liked the idea of this being just as much giving as it was receiving.
Pulling the blanket over your head, you slipped under it, positioning yourself between his legs. There it was, expecting you. Waiting for your attention. Sticking out your tongue, you only let the tip slide over it, your hands grasping around the bottom of his shaft and his balls. Slowly, pleasingly, just like heâd treat you, you worked his cock until Shoutaâs desire was clearly visibly in his erection. Licking off the precum, you found yourself in love with the sight of the man looking down at you, face flushed and shielding his vision from the rays of sunlight coming in from the window. But his eyes⊠they were all on you. Every movement, every lick, Shouta watched it all, and as you took a deep gulp, you two kept the eye contact, his hips bucking upwards as he couldnât hold back anymore.
It stung a little, taking him in so suddenly, but how could you not? You were utterly infatuated with this man who was hesitant to ask for more, a hand lingering on your shoulder, his lower lip bitten. Shouta was trying so much to hold backâyou were surprised it didnât just burst out of him. But his training must have paid off, as he kept his will strong, and maybe - just maybe - it was better this way you decided.
This way, you could treat him to so much more.
Lifting yourself up, the sweetest of moans escaped him as your warmth disappeared, followed by a groan. Slipping your sex over his, you mixed your juices. As his tip flicked over your clit, you couldnât help a moan to escape you, but you werenât the one holding back. Shouta was so needy, desperate beneath you, leaving it all in your hands and making you feel like the queen on the throne that was him. Rubbing up and down his shaft, you rendered him speechless, but seeing how much he enjoyed it, you didnât think he minded it much to be unable to speak properly. All while you basked in the glory of his approving moans and cut-off groans of pleasure, all mixing with your chuckles and sighs.
You wouldnât have held out long either, but luckily you didnât have to. Slipping forward too much, you felt his tip poke at your entrance as you moved back, and without hesitation, you let it enter you. Slowly, both of you groaning loudly in pleasure, you impaled yourself on his cock, deeper and deeper until it fit like the missing puzzle piece to your body. Just from inserting and feeling your body react to his cock, you could have cum. You already felt so close to the edge that you might fall.
But then you looked at him again, remembering just how much you loved the expression on his face. The silent pleading and thanking at the same time written in his expression was much more satisfying than just sex. So you moved, the divine sound of a moan falling of Shoutaâs lips, deep and husky like his voice and so, so appreciative.
You kept going just for that.
His hands buried into your hips, releasing but also pulling you down onto him if you got too far. As if he was afraid your warmth would leave him, and youâd disappear if he didnât have a grip on you. It was hard for him to let go, but it only encouraged you more to rock your hips and touch his body. It took some mind-work to tighten your cunt, but here you were, squeezing and pleasuring the man you loved with all your effort. Just like heâd do it for you.
Many words tumbled out of your mouths, but neither of you registered. Only the calling of your name sent shivers down your spine, and your body rewarded it promptly. You were picking up speed, lifting your lips higher, and plunging them down deeper than before. Everything was warmed up and ready, and the bucking of his hips returned in your favor as you two moved in unison. As if your bodies were made for each other. Like a piece of art.
âFuck,â Shouta groaned, and you slipped off him in response. His instincts told him to hold you down on his prick, but heâd never hurt you or do anything against your will. Leaning down and over his cock, you jerked him off with your hands. Hot, white semen splashed onto your face and cleavage, and you liked it off your lips with pleasure.
Shouta was panting heavily, and you enjoyed the sight of him crumbling beneath you, his hands rubbing over your thighs now in appreciation instead of gripping your hips to fuck you. Looking at him sinking into the pillows, adoration and satisfaction glistening in his eyes, was everything you ever wanted.
âYou didnât cum,â he noted, sounding almost ready to sleep again. The sudden realization hit you, and you stammered a sorry excuse. Not like you didnât enjoy it, but you were too mesmerized with pleasing your boyfriend than to focus on losing your mind.
âThatâs no good,â he mumbled, sitting up and pulling you onto his hips again. In a swift motion, he turned you over, a small squeal escaping you before you laughed, his face disappearing between your legs. At least to you, he appeared spent and ready for a nap, but the tongue pressing on your sex was eager and hungry. He focused on your clit first, sucking and pushing it before his mouth wandered, replaced by a thumb working you up in a rut.
âI wonât let you off that easily,â Shouta assured you before plunging into your depths, leaving you to moan and gasp this time, a big smile on your lips.
As his tongue, followed by two fingers, slipped into you, engaging with your pussy, you werenât far from coming yourself, unable to tell what exactly pushed you off the edge, but really, who cares? A dream of a man was eating you outâagain! What more could you have wanted? Your feet dug into the sheets, but the muscular arms clasped around our legs kept you in place against his face. âShouta!â you screamed, sated and ready.
A soft chuckle vibrated against your heated and sensitive pussy, making you shiver some more. At the same time, Shouta let you live out the waves of pleasure. Taking his sweet time to bask in the glory of your orgasm, he eventually retreated, crawling up on the bed to face you again. You two shared a heartfelt kiss, only pulling away to breathe and settle back into the pillows. Cupping his cheek and brushing your thumb over it tenderly, you thought about how nice this was and how good he made you feel with his presence alone, your tummy so full of love.
Shouta turned his head, kissing your palm before closing his eyes, enjoying your gentle touch and the afterglow of pleasure. Sometimes, all that was needed to experience happiness was this: two people who loved each other and enjoyed being together.
And you were so glad that Shouta was that person for you.
Can I get some headcanons of Aizawa's insecurites? Anything from his body to his quirk to his mental health and emotions?
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» Aizawa is very self-aware, hence, he knows how heâs looking. Sure, heroes should seem approachable, but he works alone and at night mostly, and as long as it serves the purpose, heâs not going to change his appearance. That doesnât mean he doesnât take care of himself, though, as he showers and brushes his hair just like everyone else. True, he might sometimes be too tired for it after work, but heâll do his damn best to squeeze personal hygiene in as best as he can. And as we all know, he can and will look approachable and propper if required, though knowing that the outdoor, highly active work he does, doesnât require him to look like a businessman, he simply doesnât care as much about it as the heroes who are constantly in the spotlight. Thereâs also a good portion of his style that actually helps his skills as he blends in with the night.
» Nonetheless, there are a few parts of him heâd like to change. Being out in all kinds of weather has made his skin... tolerable at best. He needs good cremes for all the dry skin, but he never gets around to shopping around and finding good ones. He not only has a lot of scars from fights but also because his skin is so prone to ripping in the cold of the winter or because he sometimes hurts himself while gliding through the night. Those preventable yet not unusual wounds are a silly insecurity because he hopes others wonât take them or his scars as incapability of performing his work well.
» His quirk is not an insecurity but a bit of an annoyance since it dries out his eyes. At first, he did feel a bit weird about always carrying eyedrops. After all, he developed his quirk young and has always struggled with the dryness of his eyes no matter how hard he trained. But what must, must, and by now, he doesnât care anymore, really. Other than that, for a while, he was a bit insecure about being a hero since his quirk clearly isnât offensive. However, Aizawa countered that by training harder and steeling his body to make up for it. Successfully.
» For a while, he was ashamed to show his softer side, especially after Oboroâs death where the mourned but at the same time felt responsible for all of it and as if he had no right to grieve. So if someone saw him open up, e.g. to a kitten, he always felt guilty and would fall into denial, same with being proud of his studentsâ achievements. It took a long time for him to accept he had all these emotions inside of him and work through them with a therapist. But it got better, and his smile returned. Even if he has to keep up some composure to keep all the rascals heâs teaching under control, he still has much more room to breathe now.
» It would certainly take him a long time to open up if he ever found a partner. Not because of ill-will but because he struggles with vulnerability, which in return, makes him feel even worse and like a bad partner. He would try to show his best side, but instead of not caring how others perceive him, heâd be very self-conscious in front of someone he likes. Wondering all kinds of what he could do differently, so they like him back, but in the end, he will need their assurance that heâs great as he is, and they love him for it. Thereâs nothing that patience and conversations canât do for him, and Aizawa will change quite a lot for the better if he has the support of a partner who listens and works with him. Itâs almost as good as therapy.
Okay so I have a few head cannon/scenario ideas but the biggest is inspired by your username. How would 1-A bedtime be. Like if they were all camping in the living room telling ghost stories and Aizawa gets a wild hair and joins in. I think it would be cute. Letâs face it Dadzawa is the best.
Okay, I want to take the chance to talk about my headcanon of what I was thinking choosing this blog name bc it is almost what youâre describing xD
I was thinking back on that outdoor trip with the whole class that got ruined in the end. But also how it could have been when Aizawa let himself be persuaded to tell some epic hero stories by the students. Everyone around a campfire, sipping their teas and lemonades, listening in as he - more or less enthusiastically - tells the stories, his fellow heroes nodding as they experienced similar stuff. He tells them about saving people from buildings to the âthank youâsâ he received in the hospitals afterwards. The debris he caught with his scarf before it could plummet to the ground and destroy stuff or hurt someone badly. How he prevented robberies and helped with bank heists. All the things that make the kids go âWow!â and âWay to go, teach!â.
Itâs all the good stories, of course. The ones he can be proud of and enjoys remembering. They even put a small smile on his face, especially those where he helped children. Not everything in the career will be good for all of them, but these are all aspiring heroes trying to do exactly what heâs telling them about. Their eyes are shining, and they are gasping at the suspense as Aizawa briefly stops before revealing the grand revelation. Itâs really wholesome how they get all giddy and happy whenever he tells them about the good deed he did, smiles on their face, feet stomping into the ground excitedly. Mina jumps up a few times to cheer.
Sometimes the kids make him stay to listen to their own little hero stories they experienced at their internships, and Aizawa nods appreciatively, feeling very proud secretly.
And then, of course, thereâs Eri. And I can see Aizawa reading many bedtime stories for her after her rescue to make her feel more welcome. Eventually, books turn into his own stories, and soon they are children-safe versions of his adventures, packed into a charming fantasy setting to make it easier for Eri. Sheâs clever and knows more than someone of her age should, but she still likes to hear those (sometimes a little silly) stories from him since Aizawa comes out of his shell to make them as enticing and fun as he can for her. He puts a lot of effort into his story-telling skills, and it pays off since she can sleep without reflecting on the bad things of the past, dreaming about fairytales instead of experiments and bad people. Patting her head, Aizawa turns off the light on the nightstand, proud that he made it another good story for her and even smiling as he lays down in bed, thinking back on it.
And then for me, I thought I was going to tell Aizawaâs bedtime stories here, so everyone can read them about the fun, sweet, sexy, tragic things he experiences. I think I pulled that off for as long as it lasted ^-^
> Aizawa probably has a very dry sense of humor. Since students tend to try and make him smile with ridiculous jokes that rarely get a grin of acknowledgment from him, heâs very indifferent to standard kinds of jokes. Heâs more into the very flat, very dry jokes, and he can definitely laugh about them, although more to himself than outwardly. However, he will show a smile to the people who are dear to him even if he wasnât greatly amused by their jokes since he wants to share the sentiment of laughing about things with his friends and family. But when someone is trying their hardest to make him smile, he wonât give in to it in their sight, instead walking away with a grin.
> Itâs not dark humor, but if he sees someone who pretended to be all high and mighty in front of him, fall on their ass, itâll be hard to keep his usual so calm and collected composure. Itâs karma, he believes.
> Heâs probably into everyday jokes as well. Like when someone makes an off-hand comment about how itâs just their luck that on the day they forgot their umbrella, it rains, and they present it in a way that is meant for him to be taken in a joking manner. It doesnât mean heâs laughing about them, but more about the ways the universe works in. Also, dad jokes. If he ever gets to wip them out, especially with Eri, he just likes to make these awful, groan-worthy, face-palming jokes that make all the eyes roll and his lips open in a broad grin.
> Sometimes it feels hard to lighten up his day with some jokes, but Aizawa truly appreciates anyone who takes the time. Even if he doesnât show it, doesnât get it right away, or is too tired to really laugh about it, eventually, heâll remember their joke and chuckle, raising his mood when he needs it the most. And heâs very, very thankful for the warm feeling it gives him and the chance to laugh about something small and silly while many bad things are going on around him.
Ooh, if you would like requests, could you maybe do a short drabble with aizawa helping a short-ish (1.64m iS AVERAGE, OK?) reader (female pronouns) with reaching a book on a higher shelf at a bookshop (after checking her out while she struggles on her tiptoes for a while) and then asking her out for coffee maybe? :) love your blog, take care! â€
Out of the corner of his eyes, Shouta could see the struggle unfolding further down of the shelf he was standing at.
Bookstores werenât his thing. Anymore. In the past, he frequented them, but with the rise of technology, it had become much easier to look up stuff on the internet instead of going out and getting the information needed from books and talks. It was easier, sure, but now that he stood there, empty coffee mug under his arm and an open book in his hands, he realized he kind of missed it.
If not for the hassle that was going out in public and running into crowds of people, or for the fact he rarely got the time for such leisure activities, he would have done it more often. But admittedly, with someone groaning and grumbling next to him, this wasnât as relaxing as he wished it to be.
Up on your tiptoes, your hand reached about the height of the highest shelf, but not the books on top of it. Fantasy romance, Shouta dully noticed, but despite your struggle, you were dead-set on getting it. He would have suggested some good old classics on the shelf below, but you were rocking yourself forward, determined for the colorful cover of some romance between knights. He faintly remembered Mina gushing about that book in class that morning, saying she got it pre-release, luckily, since it sold out fast. You must have desperately wanted it for you to come on the release date and try your luck getting a copy.
Even though your size was pretty average, Shouta understood the struggle of books on the highest shelf. As someone with a bad posture even when he was young, it was truly the most embarrassing thing to ask for help whenever he needed something from a higher shelf in the library. He never felt smaller than when being unable to find a stool to climb and get the damn book he needed for his assignments.
Still, he could not think about a reason for a bookstore to put their newest addition out of reach of less tall people. But perhaps, someone else put it there to come back and grab it later. You were clever for finding it between all the colorful covers and brilliant titles it was pinned between. He liked that. Liked how determined you were to reach your goal.
âThis one?â he asked, shimming over to you and softly taking up the space you were occupying. When he tapped on the top of the book, you quickly nodded, exclaiming, âOh! Yeah!â enthusiastically, and Shouta took it down for you. He didnât head the cover any mind, but the wordsâ Bestsellerâ and âFictional Masterpieceâ made him smirk a little, reminding him of the times he and his friends would stand in line to get the new manga whenever they were released. Not the best comparison, but to him, these books were masterpieces as well and sold better than even the sandwiches in his old schoolâs cafeteria.
âAh, thank you so much,â you sighed, relieved, taking the book from him as he handed it over. âI would have been so mad if I left to get a staff member to help and someone ended up getting this last copy before me,â you confessed, and suddenly it made a lot of sense why youâd try to get to the book so desperately instead of leaving briefly.
âI guess someone thought the same and put it there, but you found it first.â
âFinders, keepers,â you grinned triumphantly, shaking the book into the air like a trophy, and Shouta couldnât help but chuckle along with you.
âIt must be a really good book,â he stated, curious now, and you nodded affirmatively and delighted about his question. âI read all of the other ones in the series, so I have high hopes! Though, of course, no one can tell before the end.â
âI see. I donât often read books anymore. What else would you suggest?â
It was just a spur of the moment to ask, but your eyes lit up, the sweetest smile dancing over your lips as he inquired about your knowledge. Passion was something Shouta had always loved seeing in people, even if occasionally, he found it hard to find in himself.
You led him down the aisle, almost tugging him by his sleeve out of excitement but stopping yourself before you could do that. There were a few pointers here and there, including warnings about happenings and characters you didnât like, until you two reached the end of the romance books, and you picked a deep blue covered one from the many, much more flashy, books around it.
âBut this,â you said solemnly, gently brushing your fingers over the nice cover made of the dark fabric binding this book. âThis one has it all. Itâs going to absolutely send you to heaven and back, and when you realize youâre done, you will wonder about all the things that could still have happened long after the story finished.â
Shouta took it from you after you affectionately inspected it for any bend or kink before giving it to him. He read the description in the back, opened the first page to read it carefully. You were so passionate about it, so in love with this book, he wanted to honor it properly even though you were some stranger he met in the bookstore.
Even though he wasnât set on the romance aspect, he liked the writing style enough. Nodding, he closed it, telling you, âIâll give it a try.â
You beamed a smile at him, and he returned it as best as he could. Together, you trotted over to the cashiers, checking out and paying for the goods before you came to a halt right before the exit.
âI really, really hope youâll enjoy it,â you cheered, but Shouta couldnât help but notice that there was a hint of sadness in your eyes.
âSame goes to you.â Shouta pointed at your little bag containing your book, and you brought it to your chest, hugging it, and he realized that this meant goodbye. The reason you seemed sad must have been from parting with him after you two had a short but good conversation about books. Even in these crowds of people, Shouta reckoned it might be hard to find someone to talk about your passions with. To share the knowledge only you had specifically and finding someone whoâd listen and be interested in it was a rare find.
âWould you...â you mumbled but trailed off before you could finish the sentence. Scratching the back of his head, it was Shouta who suddenly felt a bit nervous, knowing what you were about to ask. You both looked down awkwardly for a while, after all, even though you two had a good time, it might be weird to ask this. âMeet again to talk about the books? Or coffee, or tea,â he finally finished what you wanted to ask, and immediately, you relaxed again.
Your back straightened, the joy visible in your eyes, and the broad smile you threw at him was almost blinding. But he enjoyed it. It was the same as basking in your joyful, passionate talking, just fewer words and more gestures. Nodding excitedly, you pulled out a pen, scribbling some numbers on your paper bag and ripping off the written-on piece to give to him together with your name. Shouta smiled, sincerely and openly this time, as he thanked you and bowed briefly, leaving ahead of you.
At least outside, in the crowd, no one would see it if his face heated up, now just as excited as you were when you told him about your favorite books. Right then and there, Shouta changed his mind, already anticipating returning home and settling in to read the book you recommended.
Being out in public brought more good than he could have ever expected.
We had it a long time coming, but I just canât see myself getting back into BnHA and I am also very far behind. I love Aizawa, always will, but seeing the unanswered requests and not having the time/capabilities to fulfill them is really draining and wears me down, especially mentally.
Thus, I will close this blog soon.
No panic, I wonât delete it, I just wonât operate on here anymore. But before I do that, there are just a handful of requests left that Iâd like to write and thus will do that before closing it for good. I will keep my sentiments for the real announcement, but thank you all already for being here with me and going through harsh times together, it means a lot to me even now!
Asks stay open for chats & questions until I am done with my requests.
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Iâd be happy to see you guys on either of those! â„
Until then, please look forward to the last requests and thank you for being here with me â„
Horrortober Day 20: Lock âYouâre not leaving until I say so.â
With this I was 1.) trying to actually do something more spooky, halloween supernatural. And 2.) show what Vampire!Aizawaâs first darling encounter could look like! Hope I succeeded :3
âHello?â you breathed into the empty entrance hall, much too quiet to reach anywhere beyond the gigantic room you stood in. Gently closing the door behind you, you were thankful for it being unlocked. Even more so, you were relieved to be out of the rain. It wasnât like you to run into a forest unprepared, but with how terrible your life had been lately, you completely snapped when your boss handed you the termination notice meant for you. You needed this job. You needed it to feel something in your life, to have just a little bit of normality.
Without it⊠you were lost.
Only when those thoughts cleared in your mind, you found yourself in the middle of a forest. There was no way you hiked very far, but as you stumbled back, trying to get your shit together and drive home, it slowly became dark and night fell over you like yet another mock from your life. When one thing fails, everything goes downhill, so they say. Thatâs how you felt as it started to rain cats and dogs on you.
Nonetheless, you were lucky to spot this seemingly abandoned mansion. The garden leading up to it was overgrown at least, but you were relieved to see it still had its windows and walls intact. Even if this was not the way you wanted to spend this awful night, you knew how clumsy you could be. Surely if you tried to get back to your car in the darkness, youâd twist your ankle or run into a spiderweb. Neither were things you were comfortable with.
Taking a deep breath, your eyes followed the moonlight coming in through the large windows, shining upon a couch and chairs that were arranged around a fireplace. Unfortunately, it wasnât lit. There was nothing to warm you either, but not having to sleep on the dirty floor was a plus you should thank the little bit of luck you had for. Sitting down on the couch, you couldnât help but notice no dust rising from it in the light, making you wonder how long this building had been abandoned like this. Perhaps only recently, but why was the garden unkept then?Â
âToo many questions,â you sighed. Questions that you wouldnât get answers for, exactly the same as with your life. Why did so many bad things happen to you recently? Illness in the family, problems with your landlords, unpaid bills, and now your job⊠For someone like you who lived in a way that bothered no one and tried your best every day, wasnât it unfair you had to suffer to this extent?Â
As you kept questioning yourself, your eyes became heavy, and you rested your head on the soft cushions. You had to figure out something for yourself, but it would be enough if you figured it out in the morning when you were back in your home. Luckily, the house kept the chilly winds from outside away, allowing you to rest up safely inside of it.
Hi, if you don't mind, could you write HCs of a female teacher s/o who enjoys doing little things like playing with Shouta's hair or leaving small gifts such a juice packets/snacks at his table or helping him with other teacher duties? Thanks if you write it!
Shouta and his fellow teacher S/O
At first, dating his co-worker seemed weird and somehow wrong too. Schools can be very strict about dating, not only meaning the students but also the faculty members. So it certainly was something he needed to get used too. Then again, he picked up the advantages really quick and he wouldnât want to miss his s/o after that
Admittedly, their classes do not fall on each other very often and thereâs not really such a thing like shared studying. They can only ever hope that coincidence brings them together, but when it does, it is quite nice to be in the company of his beloved. He doesnât mind her tugging back his hair or talking about some private stuff for a bit either. Then again - he knows his s/o understands him on this - they do spend a lot of time watching over their class and/or teaching it, so it isnât really dangerous that they spend some time together
It would be a lie to say the thought of âHow have I survived for so longâ never crossed his mind. His s/o making sure he gets the nutrition he needs literally gives him life, and heâs especially fond of the little juice packets - easy and useful. Then again, the snacks or sometimes lunch that his s/o has made sure reaches him has often helped him through long days too and even he has to admit that thereâs nothing better than homemade food. Shouta tries to spend his lunch with her too sometimes, just because itâs nice to eat together
Certainly, the two of them support and help each other out with their duties. Itâs nice having someone to talk even specific subject about that you couldnât share with just anyone. Shouta really appreciates his s/oâs input and so does she as he gives her just as good of advice and helps with her stuff. They also have a way of combining couple activities like for example cuddling with their work, each of them doing their own separate thing but together
spoopy request!! how about shouta getting hit by a quirk that turns people into monsters for like 3-5 days and he's,,, a vampire :') since he got hit he's had a craving for blood but tries to hold it in till it wears off but he becomes so desperate he asks his s/o if he can have some of her blood when she walks in on him struggling and she's like sure
( I need to edit here because tumblr mobile is like, urgh, it just works against me. Imma edit it again when I am at home but yikes rn)
Scenario was later specified! Hope you enjoy, I kind of wrote it in the train again and I have a feeling that writing so little in the last 4 weeks really kinda made me a bad writer but I still wanted to write a bit >-<
With a loud groan, Shouta sunk deeper into the desk chair, closing his eyes as his black strands of hair fell into his face and tickled his nose.
In every aspect, his situation sucked. He had done what he could to avoid getting hit by this specific quirk but no one expected the villain to be quite so lively. With the last bit of strength he had made sure that Shouta got his payback for catching him and now, everything sucked for the hero.
While everyone was very understanding, the principal had ordered him to stay home for the time he needed to have the effects go down and even his agency had made him take some time off. In reality, they were just worried that the effect of being a vampire would make him into a dangerous being for students and civilians alike.
Sadly, they werenât totally wrong.
Of course, he had kept eating normally, needing the nutritions too. He also drank normally but somehow, there was a weird taste on his tongue that made him thirsty for something special.
No tea, no energy drink and no water had satisfied this specific thirst, even though by now he had drank about a gallon of each. But no matter what, it wouldnât pass and it seriously affected him. He felt very much at a loss of energy and even more moody than usual.
But up until now he hadnât figured out what was wrong with him. Nevertheless, his s/o had told him sheâd come over since he was practically grounded, so he wouldnât be so alone. That was something to look forward to and peering out from under his hair, he watched how the clock slowly moved towards the time of their meeting.
He must have fallen asleep on some point - no wonder since he couldnât find any sleep at night -, because the next thing he knew was the sound of keys jingling as someone opened the door. âShouta?â he heard his s/oâs voice call out, and he only gave a grumble in return. âGeez, why are you sitting in the darkness like a bat and stiff like a dead bodyâŠâ she complained, flipping on the light switch.
The brightness hurt his eyes, which made him sit up immediately, hiding his sensitive sight from it with his body. âI took a nap,â he replied.
Suddenly, he felt himself being hit by a very strong smell and instinctively he looked at his s/o, who was unpacking something from her bag while humming a pop-song. For a second he had a feeling as if she had just unpacked something to eat. Meat or fish, but he realized much faster that it wasnât anything to eat per se, but the smell being from his s/o directly.
âDo you⊠have a new perfume?â he asked, it being the first thing that came to his mind. âHuh?â she replied, thinking about his question for a few seconds before adding, âNo, not really. Same as always.â
He didnât say much to it, so she just continued unpacking her bag, not giving him too much attention.
Certainly, she couldnât help but flinch when suddenly, he was right behind her, leaning against the table before her and effectively trapping her from behind. âYou smell amazing today,â he purred into her ear, running his nose along her hair and down to the nape of her neck. The burning in his throat had become much more intensive since before and he felt the urge to taste her skin.
His s/o felt herself blush as he kissed along her shoulder and neck, one after the other getting more intimate and initiating than before. She could feel herself sigh against his touch and wanted to lean back into him, when she felt a sharp sensation against her neck.
âShouta, what are you doing?â she asked, her body tensing noticeable. He himself immediately got a grip on himself, pushing his body away from her. With his hand covering his mouth he took some deep breaths, trying to clear his mind, as a mad blush covered his whole face.
â[Name], I am so sorry, I donât know what just happened,â he tried to explain, staring at her neck in horror as he could observe the small teeth marks. She lifted one of her hands, brushing over said marks, and feeling it with her fingers. âDid you just want to bite me?â she asked again, a bit of disbelieve in her voice as she stared back at him. He gulped hard at her question.
For a second he could visibly imagine how it would feel to bite into her flesh, suck on the wound and feed on her blood. Even if he didnât want to believe it, he couldnât deny the vampire urges that were telling him their needs. âShouta, wha-â she cut herself off, approaching him and tearing down his hands, revealing the two fangs his lips had hidden so long.
âOh. My. God,â his s/o proclaimed, taking a step away from him.
âYou wanted to bite me.â
â[Name], maybe you should leave for today. I donât know whatâs going on either, I-â this times it was he who was interrupted as she took a step closer again and pressed her finger against his lips. âDid the quirk turn you into a vampire?â she asked and Shouta bit his own lip in response, the fangs hurting himself quite a bit.
âIt did!â she whispered excitedly. There was a sudden spark in her eyes and she cupped his face into her hands in amazement. âDoes that mean you need to drink blood?â his s/o started to question him. She kept on tracing his lips with her thumb, effectively making it hard to speak as well as keeping his cool while the smell of her blood intensified.
âI-I guessâŠâ he managed to stutter, the burning in his throat raising into his head as his whole body demanded more of what he had started before. With her basically fishing him, she was the only thing on his mind and it was hard to resist the urge to lay her down onto the table and bite into the delicate skin of hers.
âYou know you could ask~â his s/o suggested, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she could she the twitch in his face as he considered what she had just said. Certainly, it still felt wrong to him to ask for something so absurd, but on the other hand, with everything his lover tempted him with, it got harder to resist by the second.
âI really shouldnât. I donât know if I can stopâŠâ he whispered, his body leaning in to her, arms wrapping around his s/oâs waste. His tired eyes were gleaming michiviously and focusing onto her neck while his mind still foughts in itâs own haziness. âYou canât help it, Shouta,â his s/o reassured, tangling her own arms around his neck and giving him more access to her body.
âJust this one time,â she murmured, breathing in audible at the touch of his lips against the thin skin, goosebumps spreading along her arms and back.
âJust this one timeâŠâ he repeated before placing a last, sane kiss onto her neck.
headcanons for how aizawa styles his hair and his reasoning for it? also how he reacts to his fem s/o always playing with it. does he know how to braid?? does he do s/oâs hair?? have fun with this lol
I had a ton of fun with this, thanks so much lol.
Hope you enjoy!
Aizawa Shouta and the topic of his hair
Shouta really doesnât care about tending to his hair for a multitude of reasons. One, he doesnât want to use time on it. Having to go to the barber once in a while is - in his opinion - enough effort for something thatâs rather unnecessary to tend to. In his younger years, he cut it pretty short once, however, maintaining a shorter cut was just too much trouble so he let it grow out again
Another reason is his quirk. Imagine doing your hair and blow drying it out of the way and into some form and then having to stop your students from overdoing it - he knows what he is getting into with Bakugou and Midoriya on a daily basis and simply gives up -, having to stop them with a quirk that takes care of making sure your hair doesnât cover your eyes. All the effort will be wasted in mere seconds and honestly, he has better things to do than that
The third reason is also visibility. If he goes on a hunt for villains in the shadows, the black of his hair really covers the lighter parts of his - face, ears, neck if necessary - and gives him better chances to stay undercover. Since his quirk really pushes it out of the way, he isnât really too bothered by it either, lessen the chances of him to care for it drastically
However, there are times he has to take care of it, for example, the press conference. If he wants to pull off such a nice hairdo like this, he does have to blow dry them and use some - much disliked - hairspray, since his hair is quite stressed and has some dry strands falling out if not. Otherwise, he just lets it dry on the air, sometimes putting his still wet hair into a bun which ultimately makes for some bends Not that they bother him
Thereâs not a real reason for him disliking his s/o playing with his hair, so heâs okay with it. However, it gets pretty annoying if she does it while he works or anything while she knows exactly that it robs him of his concentration. He has a bit of a weak spot at the back of his head, right where the neck sets in. Itâs a calming spot on his body and it makes him sigh blissfully. All the more he hates it when she uses it against him in times where he really needs to get stuff done
Surprisingly, he knows how to braid. Even more so, he knows how to braid his own hair. But he doesnât do it, anymore. He tried a lot when he was younger and fed up about people mocking or making irritating comments about his looks, way before he got into UA and got a bit of an âI-donât-careâ attitude. So he tried to keep his hair out of his face by braiding it fairly often for a few months before he got sick and tired of it. He looks super hot with a braid that ends into an updo and he knows it, thatâs why he never does it
He helps sometimes with her hair. Sometimes as in, maybe two or three times every six months or so. Since he knows how to braid, he can easily jump in and help with that if he has the motivation/time to do so. Plus, he also looks out for his s/oâs shampoo and conditioner when shopping, making sure she gets what she needs. And he never, ever lets her go out with wet hair, fearing she might catch a cold. Heâll make sure of it by blow drying it for her if he must so that she wonât do it. Otherwise, he offers a hand in case that she needs him to put in a pin or accessory, but thatâs about all he does
âI wantâŠâ Letting your gaze thrall over the big billboard over the baristaâs head, you gave it a last look over to decide what you want to drink. Your lips curled into a happy smile when you found the special of the season, and you looked back at the person in front of you, sharing your order with her.
âI want a large Pumpkin Spice Latte!â
Nodding, the barista typed it into her desktop and you heard a small snort from your left side. Looking back at your boyfriend, you pouted at him already having his drink in hand, having ordered ahead of you since you needed longer to decide. Shouta already took some small swigs from his steaming cup, shaking his head thoughtfully.
âWhatâŠâ you whispered, simultaneously handing money to the girl behind the counter and taking your receipt. âEvery year itâs the same with you,â he replied, taking another sip at his cup. âAnd? I like pumpkinâŠâ you defended yourself, moving with him down the counter to retrieve your beverage.
The two of you waited in silent for a few seconds, until another barista held out the drink for you, which you took with gratitude. Exiting the coffee shop through the door held open by Shouta, you let out a happy sigh, taking in the aroma of your drink, before letting the sweet taste run through your mouth. âSo goodâŠâ you mumbled, having waited all year for this special offer to come around again. All the more you felt fulfilled to be finally able to drink one.You just couldnât help but like the heavier taste, together with the sweetness if the sugar sprinkles and cream. Admittedly, you may have been a little addicted but it was only once a year right?
From the corner of your eye, you saw Shoutaâs black strands wiping back and forth as he shook his head. âWhat is it?â you asked, this time a little bit more annoyed as before.
âYou are glorifying this drink too much. Pumpkin spice is overrated,â he expressed, making you roll your eyes at his commentary.
âWhat even did you get, Mr. Pumpkin-Spice-Is-Overrated?â
You tried to peek into his cup, though he was quick to take a big sip from it before you could see.
However, as his lips let go of it again, you could see an all too familiar sparkle of a sprinkle sticking to his lips and you found yourself on a feeling of accomplishment by the sight of it. Even though he avoided your question, he wasnât that great in hiding the evidence after all.
Holding him back by his arm, you waited for him to turn around to you. Stretching a little, you engulfed him in a kiss, licking the sprinkle provocatively from his lips. âYou are a pumpkin spice traitor,â you whispered, tasting the unique sweetness of the drink from his lips which you had tasted only seconds ago from your own.
âItâs overrated,â he repeated. âBut even I-â
Leaning forward he got you in another deep kiss, a happy feeling rising in your chest because of his affection. Shouta wrapped his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him and you could feel your body sink into his. You were almost disappointed when he backed away a bit, looking deep into your eyes as he finished his sentence.
hey ^^ what if aizawa were to find a injured/stray animal and take it in to help it - only to find it that itâs his future s/o who can shape shift? A scenario when the s/o turns back would be nice ^^
There he was again.
Shouta didnât believe himself as he marched through the rain, umbrella in one hand, a small cat rolled up in his other. It wasnât small enough to fit into only his palm, however, weighing down heavily onto his arm. He was rather glad to see the teacherâs dorm come up in sight, and he walked a little faster to get home quickly.
He only recently had taken care of a very stubborn cat and now he went through the same process again, even though this one was way calmer, purring blissfully in his hold. In his mind he went through his belongings, wondering if he still had the cat food he had bought before. Sighing, he decided to look for it as the first thing he was going to do once he reached his home.
it was a bit of a struggle to close his umbrella with one hand, though upon finishing this task he went inside, looking around carefully that no one would notice him before hastily making his way upstairs. Once the door closed behind him, he let out a long sigh, putting the cat down onto the still laid out towel. Its eyes followed his movements, meowing loudly.
âSh, we donât want anyone to hear you right?â he whispered, kneeling down to pat its head. The little feline immediately pressed against his hand purring under his touch. With a small smile on his lips, Shouta got up, pulling off his scarf, goggles, and wet shirt, taking a quick moment to see the restroom, after being out all day.
Rubbing a towel through his damp hair, he sighed, thinking hard of where he could have put the cat food. With the towel around his shoulders and a thoughtful frown, he left the bathroom again, opening the doors to his supply closet and rummaging through it.
âWonder where I put the cat foodâŠâ he mused as he looked through his household supplies. âWouldnât want you to starve,â he laughed, more to himself, after all, he was talking with a cat.
âOh, but I really prefer normal food,â a voice behind him giggled and Shouta nodded in thoughts, his hands coming to a sudden halt. Twirling around he sent a sharp glare into the corner of the cat. Sure enough, a very much human, very much naked person laid on the ground. Luckily on the stomach, otherwise the situation might have been more awkward.
Sending some stealthy looks at his utensils which rested on the small table in his room, he got into a defensive stance, unsure what that person wanted. âWho are you? What are you doing here?â he asked, ready for every eventual attack that could manifest every moment.
âIâm [Name]!â the mysterious person explained, smiling brightly. They slowly got up and even though he wanted to keep an eye on them, Shouta couldnât help but fixate himself very much on their face. âI was taking a walk when you came and picked me up!â they continued to answer his question, winking at him before continuing. âHow thoughtful of you to take a poor kitten out of the rain.â
They took a few steps towards him, moving swiftly and calmly, much like a cat would. Even though he never let down his defense, he didnât make them out to be much of a threat. The only thing they made hard for him is keeping his eyes on their face when they moved around so much. However, in a moment of carelessness, they had caught up to him, holding on to his arms and pressing their body against this.
âI am looking forward to getting to know a man like you,â they purred, a wild smile on their face.
hey, could you write a cute little scenario about Aizawa and his s/o carving pumpkins? ^^ they had to convince him but he secretly really likes it. something fluffy~
Cute and little describes it quite well (sorry ^^â), hope you enjoy! ^-^
âYou like it ~â his s/o teased, playfully bumping Shouta into the side with their elbow. Their voice was calm and low as to not raise the awareness of the students, though it had a teasing undertone. Sitting outside on the field and carving pumpkins while laughing and having fun with each other, it was a nice atmosphere for both students and teachers. Shoutaâs s/o had brought the pumpkins over so they were allowed to stay and carve one too.
âI do not, itâs just my job,â he replied, his voice not giving away his real opinion. âSure, sure,â they laughed, watching him as he cut out the second eye on the orange vegetable. His own eyes darted up ever so often, making sure no one ditched their work or blew it up, but much to his own surprise, his class seemed to genuinely enjoy creating various types of faces.
Shouta sighed, still finding it a rather stupid thing to do. However, he did find himself concentrating on the cutting out of the mouth, thinking it may be a good work to train ones tact, so at least it wasnât completely wasted time for the class. The small âOhâ that escaped his s/oâs lips tore him away from the pumpkin and he looked up at them questioningly.
âWeâŠâ they muttered, turning their heavy pumpkin face into his direction and he inspected it with curiosity. âDid the same face,â his s/o noted, a wide smile spreading on their face. Shouta looked back and forth between the two pumpkins, finding some striking similarities.
âThatâs lovers for you,â Mina giggled from her place next to the couple and Shouta immediately shot her a silencing glare, though her smile wasnât corrupted by even that. He turned towards his s/o again when he heard their soft chuckle too, noticing how they thoughtfully looked at their creation.
âWeird that weâd think of the same face, isnât it?â they asked, wiping some dirt away from their pumpkinâs face. Looking back at his he wondered what they saw in the pumpkins, however, his answer was clear. âNot reallyâŠâ Shouta made a short pause, picking up his carving knife again and rounding some of the edges.
âThereâs a reason we are a couple, after all.â
hi ^^ maybe some hcs for how Aizawa would Deal with a highly artistic s/o? The kind of person to leave paper everywhere and always be dowsed in paint and stuff. Thanks ^^
Shouta and his highly artistic s/o
He certainly can be proud to be the partner of such a talented human and he does like to hear all their new experiences and what they created that day. Itâs a nice way to relax while his lover can be themselves and talk about things they like. Who is he to not enjoy their company?
Itâs also undeniable that they are quite a source of inspiration. Heâd be damned if he wasnât able to filter out some things to use in his teaching and training of the youngsters these days, who, admittedly, love getting that bit of change in routine. It really is a win-win situation for everyone
Then again, thereâs one thing that is a bit of a topic between the two of them. If itâs their home Shouta can absolutely accept and embrace the chaos, not minding at all to have to step over countless of canvases on the floor or chilling between statues and drying paintings. He isnât bothered by the smell either, knowing itâs just paint if anything and he trusts his s/o that they still take good care of all their stuff, apartment included
However, they have to understand that having lived like a minimalist for so long has its burdens. Shouta doesnât mind them moving some stuff to his place - he has enough space anyway - but after a while, heâll come home to find the absolute chaos in his room. Thatâs just not working for him, especially since he feels like he canât work on his stuff with his s/oâs art supplies and creations being literally everywhere
So yeah, heâs quite quick in making a cut there. Either they keep it together so they can share the space equally and donât get into the way of the otherâs work, or his s/o has to keep their stuff over at their own place, with him coming over whenever he has the time to do so. Itâs not ideal for the time being but maybe if the two ever decide to move in together, they can get some more rooms so his s/o can put all their stuff there and he has his own office for work, so they can peacefully avoid each other while living under the same roof
May I get some headcanons about Aizawa being turned into a kid for some time? Like around~ 10 or something ^^ maybe also a bit how the students would react (given that they would even see him like this xD)
Aizawa Shouta getting turned back into a child
Ah yes, his youthful days. They werenât bad days, but certainly days he never, ever wanted to go back. And there he is now, shrunken in his own room, his clothes really hiding him well in the pile they build around him. He actually has to fear to suffocate if he doesnât get out of the many layers of his scarf, so Shouta is relieved once he gets out of it
Now, he knows what to do. This certainly has to have some kind of explanations and heâs not one to stand around and do nothing - especially since he has to tend to his class and work, which might turn out a little hard in this form. So his first logical explanation would be that itâs a quirk or a medical condition. Heâs not stupid, knowing no medical condition would work that rapidly, but visiting Recovery Girl just sounds like a good idea in general for him
The only problem heâs facing is, in fact, meeting 3 categories of people in his daily life. One, All Might. Shouta would absolutely not like to be seen by that man and be babied by him. Two, Present Mic. Even if they are longtime friends, he can only imagine the horrors of being spotted by him. Shouta would never hear the end of it ever again. And third, his class. He can already see his authority sinking with every second he spends looking into the mirror. Itâs an absolute no-no
Fortunately, his body could already use his quirk with ten and he has not so many problems with hiding anyway. In fact, the smaller frame gives him some advantage on his journey, allowing him to hide behind smaller objects easily. Being the shadow he is, he only has the hallways to survive where there are fewer options to hide, but he wouldnât be Aizawa Shouta if he hadnât learned in all the years he lived
However, something he just couldnât predict was who was waiting in the infirmary. Recovery girl would quickly try to find out whatâs wrong, easily seeing who he is. However, his worst fear reduced itself into the image of Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka, with Izuku looking quite beat up like always. It certainly could have been worse, though the looks of shock and suppressed laughter were enough to annoy him. Sighing for a long time, he asks for the help of the healer, trying to ignore the shame of being seen like this by his students and making sure they will never, ever tell anyone what they have seen
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