Aizawa being a simp PLWASE PLEASE PLEASE PLWASE PLEASD PLEASE
I hit a wall and couldn't recover with this one so it kinda just...ends..
To anyone who doesn't know the man, Shouta Aizawa is the definition of nonchalant. Many of the other pros even see him only as the stoic underground hero, Eraserhead, who moves in the cover of darkness in every aspect, but that couldn't be further from the truth. In reality, that man is a complete SIMP, and it's not like he hides it. No, the way he looks at you is clear as day. It honestly surprises you how the public hasn't figured out the fact that you two are a couple.
Anytime the two of you are in the same room, he's 2 steps behind you, his eyes never once leaving your figure. His hand will not so subtlely graze yours, fingers loosely interlocking with yours. It doesn't matter if it's in the school staff room, a press conference, or anywhere else. He's there following you like a lost puppy. Of course, you're not complaining in the slightest. You love how he can't tear his eyes off of you regardless of what you're doing, and it's not like you're much better. Of course, you hold yourself back when in public. You know how privacy is important to Shouta, but when you're alone or just around your mutual friends, you're all over him. But this isn't about you. No, this is about him.
For someone so stoic, he's really bad at hiding his complete adoration for you. Really, he makes you feel like you're the only person in the world when he looks at you with those eyes of his that are typically as composed as he is, but when he's looking at you they're filled with such love. It's insane that no one's caught on. Hizashi and Nemuri have multiple bets on when he'll fully give himself away. Hizashi is positive that someone will notice. After all, his level of simp is painfully obvious even under the stoic act he always has on. Nemuri, on the other hand, feels that, at the very least, the public is simply too...well, stupid to realize. You're not sure who's side you agree with. This display has been going on for months. Ever since you two first got together, he's been a poorly masked simp.
not even those two know how much more of a simp he is when he gets you alone. Once you two are safe from all prying eyes, the real him comes out. And boy, is he devoted to you. Especially if you're getting home from a long day of having fans fawn over you, going from press meeting to magazine shoot, then to your patrol, on the rare occasions he's able, when your schedules aline, you find him wating for you to get home. As soon as you walk inside, his hands are on you, tugging at your clothes as his mouth clashes against yours in a hungry kiss. It's been far too long since the last time he had his lips on yours, in his opinion anyway. He's not waiting any longer. You're all too happy to let him back you up towards the couch, both of you too preoccupied with the searing kiss to really care about going all the way to the bedroom. When you hit the couch and consequently fall onto it, he's quick to cage you in, his mouth only leaves yours in favor of trailing a mix of sloppy kisses and love bites down what parts of your neck he has access to.
You can't help but tease him a bit, seeing him so eager to get his hands on you as If it's been years, when in reality it's only been about a week since the two of you have had time together, still far too long in your opinion, but it's always amusing to see him like this. "You're awfully eager tonight sho, you didn't even say hello." The tone of your voice is a teasing pout, your fingers running through his messy hair as his mouth marks up your neck "No hi honey, no how was your day, no I missed you." You let out a dramatic sigh. "It's like you dont even care. " Really, you don't expect him to respond. You are just messing with him after all, but when he does pull away you let out a small noise of disappointment, although that changes when you properly look at him and see that look on his face. That sweet, desperate look that only you ever get to see. His pupils wide, eyes full of need, his lips glossy. He looks perfectly pathetic, and it makes your heart, and your cunt throb. What really gets you, though, is what comes out of his mouth. His voice velvety yet undeniably full of desire and pure need. "Let me show you how much I care."
He leans in, his face inches from yours, breath hot on your lips. "You know just how badly I missed you." His fingers hook under your shirt, and he wastes no time getting it off of you, his mouth immediately attacking the newly uncovered flesh
