an actual laizawa smooch on the lips this time, pretty please! 😍
Aizawa leaned against the door-frame and crossed his arms over the chest, standing in Lady Lazarus' way to her room.
"Some people are using that door," she sighed. "I'm trying to use that door. Could you...?"
He uncrossed his arms to point at her cheek, hiding his expression in the folds of his capture weapon. "Is that blood?"
A shrug. "How should I know?" Lady L removed her gloves, reached up, wiped at the red stain on her face and licked her finer. "It's spaghetti sauce. Damn, nobody told me - and I thought I had friends."
"What would you do if it were blood?" Shouta asked, reaching out to wipe the rest of the stain away.
"Extra iron, I guess."
"That's gross."
"You're the one to talk."
She leaned into his touch and placed her hand over his. It always shocked him how fragile it felt without the protective glove, but he liked it. He liked the little scar between her thumb and her index finger. He liked the jasmine perfume that clung to her hair. He liked how she smiled as if she was onto a joke nobody else would get. He liked how calm she was in crisis. He liked how considerate she was. He'd like to kiss her.
Spaghetti sauce or not.
Lady L lightly tapped the hand that was still cupping her cheek. "People will talk if someone sees us like that."
He licked his lips as his eyes darted to her smiling mouth. He'd really like to kiss her. "You seem to operate under the misconception that I care about that."
"Can't have you ruining my reputation, Eraserhead."
"You're the one walking around with spaghetti sauce on her face."
"You're the one who can't tell the difference between spaghetti sauce and blood."
"Do you like pointless discussions?"
"As long as I'm winning."
Shouta rolled his eyes and buried his face deeper in his capture weapon so she wouldn't see the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Lady L would have none of that - she reached out to pull down the fabric.
"Seems I'm not the only one enjoying dumb arguments," Lady Lazarus pointed out. "And stop pouting," she added when Aizawa most certainly didn't pout, thank you very much.
He didn't even realise how close they were standing. When did that happen?
His free hand captured the one she had tangled in his scarf and he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, watching her, waiting for any sign of discomfort on her side. Lady L tilted her head to the side, her free hand resting gently against his chest. Shouta took that as an invitation to lean down and brush his lips against hers, so lightly the touch was half-real, half-imagined.
"That all right?" he asked, his voice raspy.
Instead of an answer he got a tug on his shirt as she pulled him down into another kiss.
