Aizawa + Adorable :>
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characters: aizawa shouta
warnings: tired man make face go ahhhhhhhhh
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“m’not cute.”
those were the first words the walking health hazard had said to you. i mean yeah, not the best way to introduce yourself to your new coworker, but to be fair, you had been gushing over how the grown man with bags darker than the night sky looked so cute and squishable all huddled up in his sleeping bag.
just look at him. tall, built frame that would normally intimidate you was shielded behind the protection of the absurdly yellow sleeping bag, soft looking onyx strands flying out of the opening and delicately framing his tired but elegant features.
the scruff on his chin looked like it’d tickle your face if he rubbed it against your cheek, and those pink lips that were pulled into a scowl at your incessant cooing looked more like a pout than anything.
your idea of cute was mildly alarming to the man, but then again, who was he to decide what you could and could not find adorable? here’s the answer: him.
the two of you continued to lock eyes, obsidian orbs quickly growing more tired yet curious over your determination to prove to him that he was cute. while you continued on your spiel on how adorable he looked all cuddled into his sleeping bag on the teacher lounge’s couch, his ears began to mute out your constant chittering and instead focused on your features.
if he was aware that he was staring, he didn’t make a move to acknowledge it as his tired eyes took you in. a bright smile was on your lips that moved enticingly as you continued to speak, unaware of his gazing.
skin that glowed aesthetically under the fluorescent lighting of the teacher’s lounge, which wasn’t fair, mind you, and the almost childlike joy in your eyes had his cheeks growing pink. you were far more pleasing to look at, in his opinion.
aizawa was only shaken out of his trance when his eyes that were focused on your lips noticed that you had stopped talking, and he realized you had caught him staring.
but exhaustion was heavy on his mind, and he couldn’t find it within himself to feel embarrassment. so instead, he decided toy with you.
with the elegance of a cat, he rose from his position on the floor, unzipping the sleeping bag from inside. strong limbs emerged from the fabric and sturdy legs brought him to his feet steadily. as he rose to his full height and stretched, a lazy smile pulled on his full lips as he watched your eyes widen in shock.
you had never seen or met this man before in your life until today, so who could blame you when this cute little banana slug turned out to be a panther in disguise. like the aforementioned feline, the hero slunk up to you silently, lazy smile morphing into a teasing smirk.
you stood still, eyes wide and feet frozen in shock as he finally came to a stop in front of you with barely an inch in between your chests, and you swore your heart was going to launch into your throat.
with bated breath, you watched as he leaned down to your eye level, endless pools of black staring back at you, and his lips twitched again. “i’m not cute,” he repeated smoothly, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side in confusion. why was he repeating himself?
meanwhile, aizawa was mentally screaming at how much you resembled a puppy, head tilted to the side and big eyes furrowed in confusion. a small part of him wanted to see how cute you’d look flustered, so he decided to indulge himself for once, his grin growing larger.
“but you sure are.” he didn’t wax poetic to you; frankly he didn’t have the mental capacity for it at the moment. what he said was quick, simple, and effective. it got his point across.
and boy did he make a point. a huge wave of satisfaction flooded through him as he watched the heat overtake your face, spreading even to your ears and down your neck, and he even surprised himself when he reached a large hand up to gently pinch your cheek. maybe you were rubbing off on him already.
“cute.” he cooed, deep voice vibrating the air between you, and he let go of your cheek to crawl back into his sleeping bag, satisfied that he left you a bumbling blushing mess with only eight words.
maybe this school year was going to be fun for a change.