Can I request Young!Aizawa where he’s basically crushin hard on Reader while being UA students? He’s real subtle w/ it tho, but shows it in small ways. I just thought this would be a cute idea, especially since I barely see anything of young Aizawa, lol
Young Aizawa crushing on you
Aizawa who met you through Oboro Shirakumo in your first year. Though it took him a little while to really warm up to you. He wasn’t a very outspoken person, nor did he seem to show any emotions.
Aizawa who’s crush blossomed out of nowhere, there was no one thing that caused it. Just small feelings slowly building up inside. Until one day he realized what those feelings were. And acknowledging it came with plenty of insecurities; because the ones he had prior just weren’t enough.
Aizawa who went through a phase where he practically couldn’t use his quirk around you. It affected his grades, sure, but the teachers were used to the odd behaviour. He didn’t want you to think of him like the others did, didn’t want you to think he was a villain. However it was your encouragement that convinced him that his quirk wasn’t all that bad. You’d defended him in front of your classmates, had absolutely no problem sticking up for him. Eventually when word got around he was approached by Sensoji, who had a very obvious crush on you. He cornered Aizawa, and had him pretty much pinned against the wall. His words were a bit more harsh than usual. “Just stay the hell away from her, she doesn’t want somebody with a quirk like yours.” Aizawa’s blank stare just pissed him off even more, letting out an annoyed huff before storming away.
Aizawa who worries that he’s reading into the way speak to him. He’s convinced himself he’s completely delusional and there's no possibility that the crush he has could ever be reciprocated. But he’s really just too blindsided by his insecurities to really see it. He misses the way you look at him, with eyes full of admiration. He doesn’t hear you talking about a boy that fits his description perfectly with your friends. He misses how you always check on him first after training, obviously it’s just because he’s closest to you, or at least that’s what he’s been telling himself.
Aizawa who despite having all those insecurities, couldn’t stay away. Not when you smiled at him like that. He’s constantly inviting your little friend group over to do homework just to have you in his house. Sure, your friends are also there, but he’ll take anything.
Aizawa who finds himself checking in on you A LOT. though he plays it off like you’re any other person. Acting completely nonchalant while internally freaking out. Eyes scanning over you, paying extra attention, taking note of every wince, and limp you try so hard to hide. He watched you try and play off the pain as nothing more than a scratch. He’ll make sure you stop by the nurse before the school day ends, whether it be him pretending he has an injury so that he can drag you there with him, or subtly telling Nemuri and having her take you.
Aizawa who’s super protective over you, but hides it under the guise of being a concerned friend. He helps you design your gear, making sure you’ve got enough cushioning to keep you safe. He tries so hard to get you to do your work studies together. He doesn’t even mind that Oboro would be there the entire time. Honestly he’s pretty sure the guy’s caught on by now. They just know each other too well. If you’re able to join them, he’s keeping a very, very close eye on you. If not, he’s constantly checking in, whether it be through you or any friends you’re with, he’s asking just not directly “what was the ___Agency doing today?” he’s absolutely looking for you anytime your agencies work together.
Aizawa who enjoys the playful banter the two of you have, though to anyone else it would appear very one sided. “Aww Shota, you missed me that much?” “shut up.” “Shota! Wanna study again tonight?” “it’s not preferred” (he’s 100% doing it) He’s very aware that people think he’s rude because of it, he hears the way people talk when they hear and pass by “poor girl, he’s clearly not interested.” But the comments where people call you desperate for his attention, he doesn’t like those; he’ll make an effort to talk to you when they’re within earshot just to prove them wrong.
Aizawa who experiences heartbreak during your second year. He watches as Sensoji arrogantly walks towards you, chest puffed out, face all smug, He makes direct eye contact with him and all it widens the smile on Sensoji’s face; Just knowing that you’re going to fall right into his arms, that he’ll be able to rub it right in Aizawa’s face. Aizawa is completely convinced this is the end. That you’ll accept his confession and run away together. But to their surprise you turn the guy down, not offering much of an answer.
Aizawa who’s completely blindsided. He swore you’d go for someone like Sensoji, someone with a powerful quirk, someone who doesn’t have a villainous quirk like him. But no. You turned him down. The heartbreak he’d felt watching him walk up to you was now completely gone. Instead he’s feeling those same feelings from before, the same butterflies in his stomach as when you smile at him.
Aizawa who feels a bit more confident about himself. Feeling a little better about his quirk. All because someone as perfect as you turned down one of the most “attractive” guys in your school. Sure you didn’t do it for Aizawa, but he was willing to be a little delusional now, willing to let himself believe that you did it for him.
Aizawa who goes right back to his silent yearning. Still convinced he’s not the kind of guy you’d be interested in. He doesn’t think he could deal with your rejection so he continues on how it was before. He’s still one of your closest friends, and he’s still doing whatever he can to keep you around. Oboro definitely knows, but is supportive. he’ll invite your whole group to the movies and then convince Nemuri and Hizashi to ditch last minute so that the two of you can have some alone time.
Aizawa who still isn’t all that talkative. He sticks to his short responses, but if he senses your disappointment with his lack of enthusiasm he’ll make an effort for you. It won’t be much, but enough to make you smile. He’ll send a simple goodnight and good morning every day, something he doesn’t do with the others. It’s not much, but it’s his way of expressing his feelings.
Aizawa who takes note of everything you’ve into. He won’t admit it but he enjoys going to the mall as a group. He uses it as a way to see what kind of things you like. He’ll stop by on his own time and pick up that cute keychain you were gawking at, or that pretty bracelet you’d been showing Nemuri. He’ll sit on those things for months, or until a special date happens, one where he can play off the gift. “Happy birthday, it’s nothing really.” he’ll shove the giftbag into your hands and walk off before you can reply, though he doesn’t go far, he hides away behind a corner watching for your reaction.
Aizawa who can’t help but stare at you during classes. You’re a sight far too pretty to ignore. He loves the way the sunlight reflects off your skin, thinks the glow makes you look ethereal. He can’t help but watch all those small mannerisms you unknowingly do. He can’t help but tune everything out at the sound of your voice. Even if you’re not talking to him. He’ll completely tune out whoever’s talking to him just to hear the melodic sound of your voice. He’ll freeze up at your touch. Whether it be the slight grazing of your fingers when passing him a pencil or a squeeze of his arm for comfort. He’s completely taken.
What if when it’s winter, Reader is messing with snow in her free time?
And one day, Sol just sees her in the process of making a snowman by herself
Just a silly li’l scene I imagined, lol
Soft fluffy stuff incoming!
☃︎ Best One We've Made ☃︎ [Prince x Maid]
The capital was quite beautiful in the winter, snow covered the ground, and snowflakes fall in a gentle sway. It would have been a sight to behold, except Solivan didn't exactly feel like beholding anything right now. The snow irritated him more than anything. He shouldn't have been here in the first place, as during the winter he was usually allowed to move to the southern parts of the kingdom to enjoy the 'winter'. But no. He was wrapped up in some idiotic negotiations by the order of the king, entertaining rebels who should have been squashed immediately, yet somehow play at diplomacy in the face of royalty.
It was disgusting. Useless.
Solivan toyed with the edge of the paper, his eyes sweeping over the subpar penmanship as he read. If it were up to him--Well, the snow would have looked so much more pure and white with their blood splattered upon its surface. He could already imagine how it would sparkle. He sighs, his eyes shifting from his work to the window, watching the snow peacefully fall upon the gardens.
Then he blinks.
And sits upright, squinting slightly.
"...For the love of... "
He abandoned his work to make his way down to the gardens, where you seem to get into most trouble. He stood watching in the doorway, as you knelt in the snow and using your scarf as makeshift gloves, attempted to shape the snow. It was ridiculous. Childish. A waste of time in which you could be doing better things, like providing a distraction so he could actually pretend to care about the rebellion documented on his desk.
But somehow all he could think of was how beautiful you looked with the snow settling in your hair.
"What. Are. You. Doing?"
The smooth curt voice made your head whip to the source, his highness walks into the snow, his angelic features looked even more delicate in the snow. You hurry to your feet, "Your highness," You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed at the state you were in, especially in front of his highness. Your dress was wet and cold, sticking to your knees and shins, and curtsying was an uncomfortable feat you managed in the snow. "I... I was Um..."
You glance up and see his icy eyes move from your messy state to the terribly chunky piece of snow you were trying to cobble together. "Playing. You are... Playing."
You lowered your head, embarrassment heating your cheeks. You nod, a jerky little movement that would have been missed if he wasn't studying so intently.
He moved closer, the snow crunching under his boots. You yelp when he lifts your skirt without a warning.
"Not wearing proper attire." He noted. You stumble back, your hands resist yanking the skirt from his grasp, but stumbling back in the snow made you nearly lose your balance.
He really would have let you fall. It would have been funny. But, he did not want you catching ill on his watch. In one swift move, before you could manage to steady yourself, the scarf resting over your elbows was yanked tight, forcing you to fall forwards instead.
Right into the warmth of his chest.
See? How easily his mood shifts when you're where you belong.
He could feel how you tense in his arms. His fingers hook under your chin and taps it twice, a silent command which you obey, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles at you, he eases the tight hold of the scarf from around you, adjusting it gently around your arms again. It was wet because of the snow, useless. "Clumsy little fool. Are you planning to face plant into the snow as well?"
"Y-your highness, you..!" You began to point out that it was his inappropriate behavior that almost made you fall, that you could have righted yourself if he had just waited a second more---but your words falter when he raises an eyebrow. "... Thank you, your highness."
A small smile tugged at his lips, and he pinched your cheek in a strange form of affectionate praise. "Hm." Truly, there was no better sight than that indignant heat in your gaze, the sweetness of your cheeks in the cold, and the sight of your lips parting, your breath misting in the air. His gaze lingered, softening when snowflakes fell on your nose and lashes.
"You should not be outside. You insisted you had work in the palace, that you could not simply loiter in my study and assist me this morning, and now I find you clowning carelessly in the snow instead?" His voice lowered, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Are we lying now, angel? Have I grown too soft on you, spoiled you too much to believe you can simply opt out of your work to pretend you're a child?"
"No," You manage, your eyes growing wide. "My prince, I was just... Just..." You were never used to the shame that came with his admonishments, no matter how often it happened. You never wanted to disappoint him. It felt like he was towering over you, with you shrinking with each word.
"Just what?"
"Just..." You didn't know what to say to deflect this. You didn't usually skip out on your work, but with snow, and the gardens... For once, you couldn't help yourself. You didn't think it would take too long--and what terrible luck you had that he'd seen you the moment you'd succumbed to the temptations of the perfect sparkly white plains. They had no imprints, no footsteps, nothing. What were you supposed to do?
"... Just wanted to build a snowman."
He blinked at you, his expression unreadable just like the silence which followed your admission. Build a snowman? It had been years ago the last time you did such a thing in the palace, not since constantly playing in the snow as children kept 'putting the crown prince's health at risk' and you were banned from it.
His eyes bore into yours, for a long, silent moment.
"... You...." He mutters finally. Your breath hitches when he simply pulls you closer, wrapping his coat edges around you as well, until you're surrounded in his warmth, without a space between you. You could feel the heat in your face, and you're sure he could feel it too, with your face buried in his chest, your body pressed too close for anything resembling propriety. You don't dare make a sound, you listen to the chuckle which is muffled against your hair. "You are so lucky I tolerate you."
He pulls back, cupping your face and tilting your head back, to place a kiss on the tip of your nose. "... A snowman, huh?" He glances at the lump on the ground. "This is disappointing even for you."
You step back when he lets go of you. Glancing down at what was supposed to be your snowman. "I... I have just started."
He pulls your wrist up, your hands are already freezing. "No gloves."
"I don't..."
Without another word, he pulls his own leather padded gloves off, and tugs them onto your hands. Your attempts at protests are completely ignored and disregarded. "Warm up first. Then we share, one for each. I'm not planning on getting ill because you are an idiot."
You weren't sure if that's how things worked, but you didn't disagree. The gloves were too large for you, but they were warm, making you shiver slightly, "Your highness is too gracious."
"Yes." He huffs and sighs, crouching down. "Now let's fix this dreadfully ugly thing."
Well, you tried.
By the end, it... Didn't look as good as you'd hoped. It was a short, stubby, lumpy little thing. Two rocks made its eyes, and its grin was wiggly and awkward, much more like a sneer than a smile. Your wet scarf hung strangely around its neck, and its stick arms were uneven and barely hanging on. Solivan stood beside you, hands on his hips, one glove on and his other hand red and likely burning. His face was expressionless as he stared blankly at the snowman's.
You were trying to read what he was thinking. But the tension in the air made it difficult. The both of you had wasted who knows how long doing this, and the results were... Well.
You tilt your head to the side, trying to mimic the weird smile the snowman was making. "Um... He looks..."
Uncomfortable.
If he thought it was dreadfully ugly before...
"Majestic." The word cuts you off. They are said with such boastful pride and satisfaction, that it makes you pause, your gaze sliding to stare at him in your periphery.
... Majestic wasn't the word you would have used.
...disturbing, perhaps.
"... He's leaning over."
"He's perfect."
"His smile is crooked..."
He finally glances at you, and you stand a bit straighter. His brow twitches, "Why are you criticizing him?"
Your lips part, and then close, and part again. You flex your fingers and attempt to curl them, trying to loosen them from the cold. "Um... Because he's crumbling?"
"Anyone crumbles under constant nitpicks," He huffs, pulling you back against him. With your back against his chest, you could feel each rise and fall as he breaths. He wraps his coat around you once more, resting his jaw on the top of your head, his gloveless hand cupping your own, pulling it into the coat to warm it.
"My prince." Are you serious?
"There's something missing..." He hums, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.
"Oh..." You tilt your head all the way back and stare up at him. He locks eyes with you, the edges of his lips twitch as if fighting a smile, a fight he loses when he's faced with your eyes and that childish movement. You reach up, and the fur hat he's wearing is pulled off his head.
Your warmth disappears from his embrace, but your hand remains in his, and he steps forward after you, watching as a grin splits your face when you lower the hat onto the snowman's head. "There. Now, it's perfect."
You turn around with that silly little grin on your face. Crooked, awkward, full of joy no perfect practiced smile could ever replicate. Presenting the now dapper snowman to him as if you've solved his crisis.
A wave of nostalgia hit him as he stared at you in the gentle snowfall. The picture of the little girl that used to shadow him, and the woman that she'd grown into. Even though you were obviously freezing in the shabby maids uniform, your smile was infectious. It lit up the gardens as if it could make every flower bloom even in the midst of winter.
"It is. Best one we've made." He admits, taking your hand again, but this time to walk you away from the snowman, back to the warmth of the palace. He couldn't ignore the shivering, or the pain in his own limbs anymore, no matter how sad it was to leave the snowman you both worked so hard to make behind. The both of you were surely going to be ill at this point.
You gently nudge his shoulder, a gesture you normally wouldn't do, perhaps you were as softened by the domesticity as he was. You giggle slightly, sniffling. "You know, if we used your ascott instead of my scarf, we could have called him: His highness, Snowlivan."
He narrowed his eyes at you. You couldn't tell if that irritated him or not--you had used a piece of his very expensive wardrobe for a snowman. That is until his pace quickened and he was practically dragging you back into the palace. "Let's get you inside before you start making up anymore terrible names."
He would never give you the satisfaction of admitting that was a glorious name. He was going to wait a week until you've forgotten, and then tell you about it while hopefully convincing you he came up with it himself.
