this was a request! Hope you enjoy! It’s an Aizawa x reader where healer!user finds injured!aizawa
It was a surprise, seeing him wounded. He was a pro hero, EraserHead. He was curled up on the ground, a concrete pillar on his legs. You suck in a breath, the way his legs were crumpled. Your eyes dart around, no one was going to help him, everyone was helping the more popular heroes.
You rush to him, ripping off your overshirt, leaving yourself in your undershirt. You weren’t even worried about that for now. You had other shirts.
“Sir, are you okay?” You ask the hero, you could smell the blood off of him.
He mumbles a gentle, “Yeah. I’m fine.” He chuckles dryly.
“You okay if I take you to my home to patch you up?” He nods gently. You wrap the ripped portion of the shirt around his legs. You struggle to pick the man up, carrying him to your small car. It was awkward trying to shove a tall man into a car.
“Can you please try and sit, and get in there?” You ask, you wanted to be kind. Plus he was a hero, and no one else was looking to help him.
Your small, light cyan smart box car that you could barely fit in comfortably, Aizawa was barely able to fit in the snug backseat. You speed, trying your best not to get in trouble with the law but he was not doing well.
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Once you return to your small apartment you set Shouta down on your green loveseat. “Hold on, I’m going to grab water for you, do you need anything else?”
The injured hero shakes his head, you grab a random glass cup from your mismatched cubboard. His hand reaches out and he drinks it in two long sips.
“So uhh, Mr. Eraser Head-“ You say, not knowing what else to call him.
“Shouta or Aizawa is fine. You don’t need to be all fancy about it.” He replies, his normal monotone voice but a little bit of something else you can’t tell what it is.
“Oh cool, my name’s Y/N. So, I have a healing quirk, so I’ll do that. It takes a lot of my energy though.” You place your hand on his crumpled bones, and slowly and painfully the bones reform themself. His whimper pierces the air. You’ve seen him on TV before, of course since he is a hero. And you’ve never expected this man to whimper.
“It’s okay, you okay? I can take a break. It’s almost done anyway.” You explain, you didn’t want him in pain, even though it was sort of his profession. You never liked seeing people in pain.
“No, it’s fine,” He brushes it off, even though the feeling of every little crack in his bones forming back together wasn’t the greatest.
“So, what villain were you fighting?” You question as his bones morph together and you grab a glass of water for yourself.
“Dabi, he’s part of the LOV, he set some shit on fire and it fell.” He explains it like it’s an everyday occurrence for heroes like him, and it probably is.
“Do you want to stay here for a bit and rest up?” You ask gently. He probably needed a little rest before you brought him home anyways.
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“So, what made you want to go into heroing?” Your curiousity gets the best of you and you tilt your head.
“I… I had a friend, and we were going to start an agency together, but we couldn’t.”
You look at him and realize you shouldn’t press any farther. “Oh, uhm. I-I work at a hospital nearby. It’s hard to get any other job with a healing quirk, ya know?”
“We could probably use another healer at the school I teach at. The main class I teach is a wreck when it comes to getting hurt.” He explains casually.
“I didn’t realize you were also a teacher, that’s cool. I’m guessing it’s at one of those cool fancy hero schools?”
He nods. You both make your way to the bed. You lay in bed together talking for a little longer. You both fall asleep.
Prompt: villain!ReaderxAizawa. Reader is a prisoner of Tartarus. Aizawa needs Reader’s help solving an ongoing crime.
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“You have visitors.” The guard’s voice made you jump from your place at the corner of the cell –a small room of white walls, ten steps wide and twelve steps in length counting the space that took the metal bed. You put down the pen and paper you were fidgeting with and looked straight at the narrow horizontal slit close to the top of the barricaded door.
“What do you mean visitors?” You asked in a condescending tone. Who on Earth can be out there coming all the way to Tartarus for a visit? Your family was never that dedicated and most of your friends wouldn’t step on this place for dear life.
“What I just said. Now get up, we have to move you to the next quarters.”
You racked your brain, thinking about who this one person might be. It was useless to ask anything to the guard, they either didn’t have the information or would never give it willingly.
“Step back.” He said, and you sat up from your place at the end of the mattress and walked to the wall opposite to the door. You stayed there with both arms raised up to show that you were empty handed.
“Don’t try anything funny.” The guard warned before you could hear the cling of keys and the sound of admission followed by the heavy noise of the door unlocking.
The guard pulled the door open and gave a step back, one hand over his weapon in his waist. You stepped out of your cell and were signaled to stop. The first guard motioned to the side where two other guards held open a white shirt with long sleeves and leather straps. A strait-jacket.
“Put it on.” The guard ordered and you complied –not that you had the chance to say ‘no’.
Guards number two and three wrapped the sleeves around you, crossing your arm at the front of your chest and tying the end of the sleeves to the back of the jacket. The effect was claustrophobic.
Once they had you restrained, guard number one pushed you from behind with one hand to order you to walk down the hall. You almost tripped, and resisted the urge to send them a poisonous look over your shoulder.
The halls of Tartarus were covered in steel, in all walls, floor and ceiling. The metal of the corridors seemed to suck all the lights of the bulbs, a dark hole at the end of every hallway. Without the need of a trained eye, one could see the lasers of the ever present sensor and cameras in every corner above.
In the distance you could hear the cacophony of voices of those that conversed with their neighbour. Most ended up reaching out to the cells near and the people inside of them to avoid losing their minds.
One of the cellmates screamed to ask where they were taking you, another screamed to curse at the guards, but mostly they stayed quiet when they saw you passed, escorted by your three new friends.
You saw a few of them taking a sneak peek at the hall through the slit on their doors.
They didn’t worry you. Yes, Tartarus was a prison made for those who the system labeled as a high security risk and who pose a serious threat to both national and international security. However, even inside the premises the prisoners were distributed according to their crimes. Ones, such as yourself, were in the outer rings of the ground floor of the prison, still heavily guarded but nothing like the deps of the prison.
Like the seven rings of hell, one would have to be… extremely careful with what they could find at the very center of it, five hundred meters below sea level.
You shook your head, placing the thought of those other prisoners in the back of your head. It wasn’t thrilling to think about what other things you were trapped in with inside this metal tumb in the middle of the ocean.
“Move.” The guard behind you ordered and pushed you to keep going forward, making you trip with your toes. You held back a curse on the tip of your tongue and picked up your pace.
You walked all the way to the common area and the next block, to fall into a section of the prison you hadn’t seen since the last visit of your lawyer almost a year and a half ago. The guards seemed to have deemed it funny to push you again every few steps or every time your pace seemed to linger for a fraction of a second.
After you passed the living areas flooded by inmates, the halls became painfully quiet and the sound of your steps over the metal floors echoed heavily with the sounds of the iron boots of the guards.
With every push to your back you felt the constraints more and more with the wish of being able to turn around and give back to the idiot behind you.
Finally, the guard signaled you to stop in front of a double door and walked to be in front of you. He picked up a card from his belt and slid it through a sensor, to then press his right palm over a small screen to the side. The door bipped in acknowledgment and a small red light turned green.
“Get in.” Guard number two order, getting a voice of his own.
You entered the visitors room. It was just as you remembered it. Small, with white tile on the walls and marble-like floors. In the middle of it there was a big dark metal chair in front of a glass panel, and to the side there was what you guess should be a two-way mirror, replicating your image on one side but see through on the other opposite to you.
Number Three held you by the shoulder moving you forwards while Number Two pushed you downwards so you’ll sit on the chair. They both work on the leader straps that would tie you to the chair while Number One waited for them at the door.
Once you were in place, both guards left the room and you heard the metal door locking behind your back and the rustling of those people stepping away.
Then, quiet.
You tested the strength of the jacket again to find no improvement. The wait was long, maybe too long. The jacket became itchy and your muscles sore. You moved your neck around in an attempt to get rid of some of the pain. You used the dead time to wander about who this secret visitor might be. Other than your lawyer, there was no one who had set a foot in this place just to see you, but your lawyer would have contacted you beforehand.
The wait stretched to what felt for –tortuously boring– hours, to the point you were about to start smashing your head against the back of the metal chair just to do something.
Finally, the door at the other side of the glass opened.
The image of the person on the other side wasn’t clear at first. The person seemed to be entertaining themselves with a conversation with someone behind the door, yet the microphone that connected both rooms was off so you couldn’t hear what they were discussing.
A moment later, the person entered the room carrying a folder with a stack of papers inside in one hand. Tall and haggard, dressed in all black clothes and a ragged scarf with messy hair that passed his shoulders and a two or three days beard, looking like the world had naked him in the face relentlessly since that very morning.
He sat in front of you in the middle of the room on the other side, letting the folder rest on top of his lap.
You stared, because what else were for you to do?
Then a flicker of noise let you know that the microphone had been turned on. You waited.
“I’ll go straight to the point,” said the man, “The band you were a part of, one of the members you used to work with started working for an organization that calls themselves ‘the league of villains.’” He used both hands to grab the folder and slid away one of the sheets of paper from within. He held a picture towards you and you recognized the person immediately: blond hair, big teeth, small frame.
“We need to know where to find this person,” the man continued, “what are his habits, who is he friends with.” He lowered the picture and looked straight into the eyes, “Every member of your former group is either in prison for robbery or dead by now, except for him. This person,” he said motioning to the folder in his lap, “has been out of the map for two weeks. We have already searched every location that had been linked to him that we know. We got nothing.”
“So…” you said, straightening your back to get some more movement to take away some of the soreness in your body, “I am your only clue.”
The man ran his gaze across your features, probably trying to analyse your reactions and trying to determine if you would cooperate willingly or if he would have to make you cooperate unwillingly. His words were slow, almost dragging his words when he said,
“Unfortunately, yes.”
‘Unfortunately’, why? Was he trying to tell you you weren't nice company? A little bit rude, to be honest.
“Then–” You cocked your head to the side and returned that look, “What is in it for me?” You asked the obvious question.
“Do you recognize the person in the picture?” He asked instead.
Recognize the person? Minato was hard to forget. Ruthless, sour, and dangerously quick-witted. Minato was a man that you wouldn’t like as your enemy, nor your friend, knowed to pull up tricks with everybody. You had reluctantly accepted his presence in the team back then, because like him or not, he was smart. But truth be told, he wasn’t someone you missed on a day to day basis.
“I do.” You offered as a free sample. You needed to play your cards right. Every bit of information they’d get out of you would have to come with a price.
You didn’t struggle with things like camaraderie or long forged trust for having worked together. You knew if it were Minato the one sitting in this chair, he would sell you in a heartbeat. Most of the band would, after all the whole thing had torn apart because of situations similar to this one.
“Where can we find him?”
“Answer my question first.”
“If you give us information about the subject,” the man said with a dead voice, “we can give you the chance to review your sentence.”
“By how much?”
“That’s for the judge to decide.”
“I walk out of here by the end of the mission.” You intended for it to be a statement more than a question. You looked at the man, dark bags under blood shotted eyes. His demeanor a walking mess, his clothes wrinkled. He looked tired as hell. Whatever the case that had him like this was clearly important and you needed to use that in your favor.
“As I said—”
“I won’t say a word until—”
“You might think,” he interrupted you, “that you have an upper hand because I had to come all the way here, but it had to be that way precisely because you’re trapped in here without a way out for the next couple of years.” The man bent closer just slightly while maintaining eye contact and added, “If you don’t give me this information there are other ways for me to find it, while this might be your only opportunity for something like this.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, rage creeping up your throat and a wakening desire to tell that man to go to hell with that deal of his. You licked your lips with the tip of your tongue and tried again.
“I just want to make sure you’re not gonna screw me over with false promises.”
“The deal can be arranged with your lawyer.”
“And what do you plan to do with the guy you are looking for?”
“Do you even care?”
“I’m just asking because I might also be of use for that too. Useful for something bigger, even.”
“How so?” Despite the question, he didn’t look interested in the slightest.
“You need that guy for information, but you have no way to know if he’s going to collaborate with you then. I can be the one pulling the information out of him.”
The man stared, and you came to feel the weight of his dead eyes over you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking by his lack of expressions. You stopped for a moment and considered your words.
“Imagine this,” you said, “I escape this place and come back to the city and I look for refuge with an old colleague...”
“Who is going to believe you escaped the most secure prison in the entire country?” He stopped you.
“All that I need is a small mistake from the guards that I can make into an exit. I am smart, as part of the gang I was the one in charge of the ‘slipping out’. If we do it right he won’t question it.” The statement wasn’t wrong, and it wasn’t like you had already started to think and plot something of an escape. It had just been a tiny bit hard for you to find that small slip that could take you out of here, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You want to stage an escape.”
“Or let me out through the door and make up some rumors.” You tried to move forward to mimic the man at the other side but the straps of the chair kept you in place. You fidget with the clothes of one of the sleeves from the inside and wondered if you’d be able to pick a hole in it if you played with it enough with your nails. Now that a golden ticket out of here sat at the other side of the screen waiting for you, you couldn’t stop thinking of how much of a relief it would be to get out of here and not having to use this dam constraint anymore.
Maybe the man was right, maybe there would be other ways to get that guy’s location and habits, damn, there were two other members of the band that were imprisoned and wouldn’t hesitate to sell the information they had. But no one knew Minato as you knew –no one that was still alive. So maybe you weren’t the only option, but you were without a doubt the best option.
“Have you already asked the others?” You inquired. ‘The others’ were the other two newbies that had fallen into the hands of the police at the same time you did during that night at the underground pub.
The expression on the man’s face flinched slightly, a sign of discontent.
“I assumed they jumped at the opportunity, but nothing they had was of value.” You ventured to guess.
“All information we can collect now is valuable.” He bit back.
“But not as valuable as the details I can provide.”
Silence.
“I’m offering to be your pawn, how is that not tempting to you?”
“How is it not tempting to trust a person with a criminal record two times the size of the average prisoner?”
“You said the key word,” you lifted your nose at the man, “trust. I am the one who has more to lose here, as you already pointed out. If I don’t do you this favor, I’m going to rot in this hole. C’mon, I’m not a dangerous citizen, life forced me into some odd habits, that’s all.”
Yet another long silence. The man seemed to be studying you, running his eyes over you from head to toe, probably trying to shake some information out of you somewhere. You attempted a poker face.
The man suddenly stood up from the chair, file in hand.
“I will consider your offer,” he said, and you felt a rush of adrenaline filling your system. He moved to the door behind him and you couldn’t help but bend closer, as if you could stop him from leaving the room until he told you his final answer.
“Wait—” You tried to speak.“Until then,” he interrupted you, “have a good day.” He said before slipping out of the room and leaving you with the words in your mouth. The door at the other side closed with a deep tud and you were left with the itchy sensation of the jacket over your skin.
Hello! Can I request a male reader x Aizawa or Law where they attend a festival (with his students or crew depending on who you pick) and after everyone is asleep the reader and character get a bit steamy? Thx in advance ^^
Hello cebwrites,
Thank you for the request though i have a little issue with the request you sent.
If its law x male crew reader with a little steamy scene, then i have no problem writing it.
However, I am against aizawa x male student reader. Its mostly because i find it inappropriate and i feel uncomfortable writing it because its a teacher x student. (Secretly, i like reading teacher x student relationship if its done right)
Especially with aizawa or eraserhead character, its not professional and its not in his character to start a relationship with his student even more so he is a hero. So any steamy scene with his student is a BIG no.
BUT in compensation, i will write a small fluff courting scene with aizawa and his male student.😊
The alarm blared the annoying beep started to really piss you off. But before you could do anything you saw his veiny hand slam down on the alarm clock. He let his hand flop over you as he pushed his nose in your hair groned "why do I have a job?" He grumbled and he pulled you impossibly closer.
It was Friday and he was burnt out from all the bullshit his class has pulled, Bakugo exploding Kirishima or trying and Kirishima hardening and everything is destroyed around them, Mineta grabbed Mina the other day, and at this point, he was ready to break Izuku's hands and legs so the boy didn't have to do it himself every time he used his damn quirk.
He loosened his grip to move but then you turned around and pulled him in. "I have to go," he said but you weren't listening "Mine" you mumbled "yes, I know but-" you cut him off "mine." He lightly tugged away but you didn't let go. He could pull away if he wanted to.
He kissed your forehead and just laid there with you and he grabbed his phone and started typing rapidly "What'cha doin'?" You asked your voice slightly muffled from being pressed into his chest. "Texting Zashi that I can't make it to work today." He replied, "I'm gonna tell him im sick and can't make it." You thought nothing of it until you remember something "your class isn't gonna fall for that lie." He raised an eyebrow "I mean you still came into work when you were wrapped up in bandages and still recovering remember" he then looked at his phone giving it a dead stare... "Quite be happy im canceling for you," he said with a small chuckle.
You eventually fell asleep and he looked down at you. He thought you were the most precious thing on this earth he loved you a lot.
He looks over to his bag that holds a small black box and within it a small diamond ring. He was gonna ask today but he'll just do it tomorrow.
G/N BLACK READER, (implied that hair is long enough to put into bantu knots)
Bakugou
*doesn’t understand why your hair takes so long to do in the morning
*or why you have to moisturize it everyday (his hair dry af)
*thought cocoa butter was for cooking (🤦🏾♀️)
*the ashiest one out of these 3
*confused as hell when he first saw you with your bonnet on facetime
“why the hell do you have a hat on inside”
*but the first time you cook soul food for him he’s gonna have a FIT
*at first yells at you for taking too damn long cooking
*but by the third or so time of you cooking it for him, he understands why it takes so long
*had a HEART ATTACK when he tasted the baked mac & cheese
*probably was use to kraft blue box macaroni
*the greens (which were in a separate bowl so the juices wouldn’t get into the chicken) literally almost made him cry. he never knew a vegetable would taste so damn good 
*the chicken was seasoned to perfection, and it definitely wasn’t what he was used to eating
*a little bit of a culture shock but he still enjoyed it throughly
*randomly stares at your hair when you come in with a different style than the day before
*ESPECIALLY loves bantu knots
*one day you did them so you could prep your hair for the next day, but he insisted you keep them in for a couple days
*just overall loves your culture & wants you to teach him more of it. dating someone who is black wouldnt be that big of a deal to him, he just looks at you like another person like him, who just happens to have a different culture.
Hawks
*thinks you’re an exotic species lmao
*bird brain go brrr
*researches as much as he can into what you would like, the music of your culture, what mating dance you would prefer
*finally deciding on a song & dance combo called “Crank That”, he decides to play it on the speakers in his home and attempt the do the dance.
*”y/n come here i have something to show you”
*(you guys weren’t dating at this point)
*literally flies when it gets to the superman part cause he doesn’t know how to do it correctly, knocking over a vase in the process
*doesn’t understand why you’re laughing so hard
*gets pouty because this was supposed to be his way of wooing you and you’re laughing at him
*you spend the next HOUR teaching him the dance, and he finally gets it after fifty-lem times of you showing him
*asks you out on a dinner date as thanks for showing him a great time
*while you guys are dating, he gives you hella gifts that he thought you would like
*read some article that said Cantu is good for black women’s hair, so shows up to your house with the full conditioner,shampoo, curl cream, moisturizer, and heat protectant set
*at first you’re confused and a little offended
*he’s a whole ass pro-hero getting you $2 hair products LMAO
*if Cantu works for your hair, you’d gladly accept it and keep it in your bathroom
*if not, you’d probably keep it in the guest bathroom for emergencies
*when he spent the night for the first time over your house you can BET he used and loved the cantu he bought for you
*goes out and gets his own cause he loves the coconut smell
*overall, he goes above and beyond to find out about your culture. find out your hair type and what works best for it, makes sure you’re fully stocked on lotion, and surprisingly loves helping you wash your hair.
Aizawa
*very attentive to what you do
*would probably avoid you until he’s ready to make his move, because he wants to know as much about you as possible
*invites you over to his home after a couple dates for movie night
*he lets you pick the movie, and you pick Friday, a classic comedy
*he’s surprisingly entertained by how funny the movie is, letting out a small chuckle when Smokey said “You just got knocked the fuck out!”
*you inch closer and closer to him until he puts his arm around you, trapping you into his side while he holds the popcorn
*at the end, when Debo gets knocked out, he wasn’t expecting it to be that funny
*laughed so loud and so hard that you flinched and suddenly the popcorn went flying
*you both sat there DYING LAUGHING for a good 5 minutes. it was the good laugh too, the one where you’re laughing silently at first and hittin the other person? yeah that one.
*after calming down, smiles still on your face, you helped him pick up the popcorn from the floor
*you playfully threw one at him, spiraling into an all out popcorn WAR
*just like a scene from some romantic comedy, he has you pinned to the floor with your arms above your head within 5 minutes of the war
*you make eye contact and his stomach is doing backflips
*finally fucking kisses you after weeks of going on dates, and it’s fucking amazing.
*you two spend the next hour getting the popcorn out of each other’s hair, and this is the start to a beautiful relationship
*overall, this man is intrigued by you. he doesn’t know too much past the surface level of your culture, and wants to learn and experience it all with you. also wants to teach you things about himself and his culture, glad that he’s found someone who he can teach and learn from in the same breath.
This One-Shot is based off of this song, I hope you enjoy!!
At 10:42 at night, the UA school were at Prom, the teachers chaperoning and watching over the students as they danced the night away. Shota Aizawa stood awkwardly in the corner, hand wrapped around a cup of punch, his eyes scanning the crowd, making sure the students were okay.
"You should really be having fun, Aizawa!" Present Mic boomed, a glimmer in his shades and a charming smile on his face, his elbow nudging into Aizawa's side.
"Not much to do as a chaperone.. Plus.. I like just sitting here, sipping on this.." Aizawa motioned to his cup.
"You could always dance with Y/N, she is across the room chatting with Midnight. Both said they'd rather talk then chaperone." Aizawa looked up and saw Midnight laughing at something you must have said, your face as cheerful as ever, until you locked eyes.
Aizawa looked away quickly and buried his face into his scarf, a small blush on his pale face.
"She's coming this way!!"
"SHUT U-"
"Hey Aizawa!"
He was immediately shut up by your voice, looking toward you.
"Hello Y/N."
"Uhm.. A slow dance is coming up and I wondered if you wanted to uh... Dance with me..?"
He perked up and gasped a bit, covering it up with an awkward cough. Present Mic wiggled his brows and Aizawa glared at him then turned to you, softening his look.
"Why not? I have nothing to lose.."
A soft guitar tune rang out from the speakers, Y/N grabbing his hand.
"C'mon!"
"Have fun, Love Birds!"
Y/N guided Aizawa to the dance floor, his hand being placed softly on her hip, other hand wrapped into hers.
They were surrounded by the students of UA but Aizawa could only notice her, and her him.
"You look very handsome tonight, Aizawa. A suit really does wonders." Y/N smiled, moving softly to the music.
"Present Mic picked it out, said I couldn't wear my casual wear to 'Prom'."
Y/N laughed a bit, "Of course, though.. I think you look great either way.."
Aizawa's eyes widened a bit, "Y/N.."
"To tell you the truth, I think you are a very handsome man, with a undeniably unique personality and a beautiful smile."
The music seemed to almost slow down as Aizawa took one of his hands and brought it up to push a few stray hairs out of Y/N's face.
"You know, I think the same about you too.."
"Really..?" He leaned in, getting closer to her lips.
"Mhm."
Then, his lips catched hers, the initial shock slowly but surely dying down as they both leaned in more to go deeper into the tender kiss.
"Uhhh.."
Y/N turned her eyes to the side to see the students, all looking at the twos public display of affection. Her face lit up almost immediately and she covered her face.
"Go on and keep dancing kids." Aizawa said bluntly, hand intertwined with Y/N's. "We have a lot to talk about."
Summary: A few years after moving to Japan, you find a job as a student councilor at UA high school. Regardless of your title, you currently work as a caretaker for Eri along side the tall, dark, and handsome, Mr. Aizawa.
Your quirk: Empathy, you can feel another's emotions by making eye contact, you can absorb one's emotions by making skin on skin contact, and you can project emotions at will, given you are currently feeling said emotion.
A/N: So this is gonna be a slow burn rocky road type of deal so I hope you all enjoy! Please let me know what you think and if you have any ideas for new fics! Thank you n' love ya'll! ❤
You did well your first month on the job. While the school was still on break, Aizawa took the day shift. His 12hrs consisted of caring for Eri, working on basic lessons so she could catch up with her peers, and a small training lesson specially made to help her ease herself into learning to control her quirk. Your 12hrs consisted of feeding her dinner, getting her ready for bed, putting her to bed, waking her up, feeding her breakfast, and helping her get ready for her day with Aizawa. Every Sat you worked a full 24hrs so Aizawa could have a day off, and he did the same for you the next day.
You knew what you were getting into when you applied. You knew Eri was a special case and you knew schedules would be tight. Slowly but surely your job isolated you from your previous circles, you hardly saw friends anymore. Not that you had a whole lot anyhow.
Your thoughts were constantly about work now. Ever since you met the girl, you worried about her. She was so smart and full of potential, but her truama ran deep. Yes things went well your first day, but it was taking some time for you to trust her. She wasnt there to meet you half way yet. You understood why, you understood she would need time to get there. But it was hard when she always asked why Mr. Aizawa wasn't putting her to bed or making her breakfast.
That Mr. Aizawa. That little girl adored him. You knew it was silly, but you were jealous of him. You wished Eri trusted you like she did him. So you had to wait until she could learn to trust you and in the mean time you had to show her she could. You made better dinners and breakfasts than him. You told better bedtime stories. You made her laugh more than him.
Aizawa himself wasn't that bad of a coworker. In fact, he was actually nice to work with. And it didn't hurt that he was nice to look at. You tried not to stare too much at him. It was just getting harder and harder to ignore your attraction to him.
One day as you came into work, you brought him coffee.
"Good morning." You greeted him as you entered the otherwise empty teacher's lounge.
"Good evening Y/L/N." He corrected you as he stood from his seat.
"Here. I don't know how you take your coffee so I just got it black with a little cream." You held out the cup to him. It took him a moment to take it from your hand. He just starred at it. You thought maybe you had over stepped a line and you'd embarrassed yourself.
"We have coffee here you know." He said as he took him. He lifted it and sipped as up spoke.
"Oh I know, but theres this really great family run coffee shop by my place. They make theirs special. I know your a coffee fan so I thought I'd grab ya one on my way." You said with a smile.
"Thats very thoughtful of you. Thank you." He said dryly.
"Do you like it?"
"It's fine, Y/L/N, I want to ask you something about Eri."
"Is something wrong?"
"She's still struggling to sleep through the night isn't she?" He looked into your eyes. You weren't sure if he was trying to be intentionally intimidating, but it worked. You sighed.
"She is still having nightmares if thats what you mean."
"Why?"
"Why? You don't intend to have me explain truama to you, do you?" He brushed you off with a frustrated expression. You're pretty sure thats the first expression you ever saw him show you.
"Why aren't you doing anything about it?"
"I can't make her nightmares disappear, Eraser."
"But you could calm her down with your quirk can't you? Why don't you use that with her nightmares?" You crossed your arms over your chest.
"I'm there for her when she wakes up and I use it then to calm her down. It's not about making her nightmares just go away, its about making sure she can calm down after them. So she can learn to self soothe. She's already making exceptionaly progress learning to-"
"So you let her experience the nightmare before calming her down when you feel its right?" He jabbed. You paused with your mouth open.
"I understand your fustration, but I hardly think telling me how to do my job is going to fix the problem. I didn't know you had a degree in psychology or experience as a therapist for Proheros. So just because you're not getting the results you want in your training with a small child, doesn't mean it's my fault, okay?" You gave a sharp and pointed smile before leaving the room to start your shift.
That night Eri had another nightmare and started to loudly stir and cry in her sleep. It was hard for you to see her like that, so you waited for her to wake herself up like usual before you could calm her down. But this time, she called for you before you could get to her. She called your name crying. She wiped her eyes as you knelt down by her small twin bed. Usually, you'd hold her hand and use your quirk to make her feel safe. But she reached out for you.
Her hands reached out, asking to be held. So you sat on the bed and rocked her back and forth as you slowly activated your qurik. You had the ability to apply a specific strength to the emotions you sent out. It took a lot to learn and master that trick, but it was a very handy ability. Certain emotions had certain colors and temperatures that went with them. To use your quirk, you had to feel the emotion you want to exude, and then indulge it. You had to focus soley on that emotion and allow it to travel.
As you held her, you ran your fingers through her hair, and rocked her from side to side. While you did this, you focused on the calming engery you felt in her room. The darkness, the soft 'tik tik tik' a clock in the room, the softness of her hair. So you took deep breathes and imagined that calming feeling expand to Eri. Soon, a gentle blue color flowed from you with a soothing warmth. It took no time as all for her to stop crying. She sniffled a bit as you wiped away her tears and had her blow her nose.
"You're okay, everythings okay. You're safe, you're safe." You whispered softly to her. When she was done crying, she still held onto you as you continued to rock her.
"You promise?" She muttered.
"I promise." You rubbed her back as she fell asleep once again. In record time you got her back to sleep. And the best was the smile she woke up with the next morning. It made you feel like you were finally able to get somewhere and actually help her trust you a little more.
That morning when you left to clock out of your shift and head home, Aizawa met you in the hallway. He held a plastic bag in his hand as he walked with his eyes on the floor.
"Good morning." He greet you. You raised your brows. Did he look guilty?
"Good morning."
"I wanted apologize for my behavior last night. I know you worry about Eri just as much as I do and I shouldn't have insulted your work the way I did. Anyways, I didn't know what you like so I got you a tea drink and a few pork buns." His voice was deep and sincere. You smiled.
"A peace offering, huh?" You asked as he handed you the bag.
"More a thanks for the coffee."
"That place is good, right?" You chuckled at him.
"Yeah."
"How do you take your coffee by the way?" He took a minute to think before answering.
"Normally black, but I liked the creamer in that stuff. I imagine its very sharp otherwise." It made you happy to talk to him like this.
Warnings: One swear, suggestive themes but not really. Novice author trying to write something cute-ish
Word Count: 735
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Very first drabble prompt I decided to post here. I’m still trying to decide if I want to write fluff or smut or both! Let me know what you think!
To say that you were exhausted after a long and stressful day was an understatement. To say that you missed your husband and baby was also an understatement. It was almost midnight by the time you came home so you expected your little family to be snoring the night away as you sneaked into your apartment.
The lights were out except for a little sliver of light coming from your little one’s bedroom. You dropped your bag by the doorstep and shuffled out of your shoes as quietly as you can. It wouldn’t do good for you or your husband if your 2-year-old realized mommy was home. You tiptoed into the kitchen for a little stress reliever before you jumped into bed. It always helped you sleep a little bit easier after a long day.
You searched through the cabinets until you found the right kind of wine. Your face lit up with relief as your favorite wine still had about half a glass left. Now all that was left to do was reach all the way up at the highest shelf for the fancy wine glasses you saved for days such as this.
As you were reaching up to grab a glass, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and you felt a solid chest pressed into your back. You let out a squeak until you realized who was behind you. “What’s a lady like you drinking alone on a Friday night?” Aizawa’s voice rumbled against the top of your head.
“What’s an old man like you up this late at night?” You felt him huff against your hair.
In less than a second, you were staring into tired black eyes. Tired but handsome nonetheless. “I’m not old,” Aizawa grumbled.
“Your scruff says otherwise.”
“Wanna go grab a drink?”
You place a finger on his naked chest as you slowly trailed it down to his belly button. You didn’t miss the way he shivered under your touch. “I don’t think my husband would appreciate it if I went out with another man.”
“I think he can make an exception.” You felt his hands press harder against your hips as he brought his lips closer to your ear. Aizawa nibbled on your ear, which elicited a quiet mewl from your lips. “After all, he has a beautiful woman as his wife.”
Aizawa’s lips immediately crashed against your own as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Strong arms brought you closer to his body. He pushed you against the counter. Your body pressed against two hard places.
This is the intoxication you craved that wine could never give you. Raw, passionate, and full of love. You felt your head getting dizzier and dizzier. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen or from the way your husband was kissing you. It was intoxicating.
You felt his nimble fingers start unbuttoning your pants as you desperately clawed on his back. Aizawa began kissing down your neck as your exhaustion began fading away from your body. You needed this and Aizawa needed this too. When was the last time both of you had time alone together between raising a child and working as full-time adults? It’s been way too long.
You bit your lip as you felt Aizawa’s fingers reach onto the hem of your underwear. You sucked in a breath as you stared into his lust-filled eyes. You felt his warm breath against your lips. Your own breath was caught in your throat, waiting in anticipation. As his fingers started pulling down your underwear, a sharp cry woke both of you up from your endeavors.
“MOMMY! DADDY!”
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath as the atmosphere immediately dissipated into nothingness.
“I’ll get him,” Aizawa said as he began to fix his pants. Sometimes he wondered why both of you decided to create and grow the next generation of heroes. He already had enough problems with his own students.
You pulled your husband back into the kitchen as you fixed your clothes. “It’s ok. I haven’t seen him all day. And I think you need to fix your little friend there.” You smirked up at Aizawa as he glared down at you. You couldn’t help up but giggle at your husband’s harmless annoyance. You reached up to kiss him on his stubbly cheek. “Plus, you still owe me a drink.”
