Author’s Note: Here You Go, A Fluffy Aizawa. Hope That You’ll Enjoy It Because I Know I Did. Thank

Author’s Note: Here you go, a fluffy Aizawa. Hope that you’ll enjoy it because I know I did. Thank you very much for requesting me this, this is my first request!

Tiredness was something typical and normal for Aizawa Shouta. This pro-hero saved enough people and his care for his students was immeasurable, but the care for his own state was not to be found. Many close persons always scold him for not taking care of himself properly. He simply was not thinking about himself that much.

Sitting in front of his desk from his bedroom and sighing he tried to structure a lesson lacking energy and motivation. His mind was somewhere else as he watched the clock from his bedside.

Last month you moved next door, becoming his neighbor. You were living alone, just like Aizawa and this fact somehow helped what happened to you two. He does not remember how in one afternoon you arrived in his living room, for what was the first time you two had a talk while drinking one cup of coffee. All he knows is that when you heard his stomach indicating him that he did not eat that day with audible noises, you were way too excited to cook something for him.

The first thing he learned about you was that you were extremely stubborn because you did not accept any refusal from him.

Since that afternoon, somehow you and Aizawa kept the habit of seeing each other every evening, your presence being a soothing one. You liked to prepare him different things like food, tea or coffee, something sweet as you also learned about him that he was not caring about himself how he should.

Every evening looked almost the same but it was clearly a good thing. One of those evenings would find Aizawa sitting in a chair from the table in the kitchen, sipping his coffee while looking at you. While cooking, you were moving through his kitchen with ease and most enjoyable for the sleepy hero, silently.

Aizawa was not the one to be talkative, but somehow he was finding himself telling you all sort of things that happened to him at the U.A. High School.

Sometimes he was thinking that he said too much suddenly becoming silent, talking only if he was asked something. He did not know why your presence made him feel like he could tell you anything and that you could understand anything. He realized that you were a good listener, remembering everything he was telling you, that could be both a good thing and a bad thing.

Evening after evening you both learned things about each other. He could not count how many times he would have liked to carry those conversations on his couch, with his head placed on your lap while your hands were lost in his messy hair, playing with it. He was thinking about how good that would feel. When Aizawa started to yawn more and more often, that was your signal that you had to go home and let him sleep alone in peace. He appreciated this, that you knew how to give him both care, attention and space. He knew how in this rhythm and how the things he felt for you were evolving, the evening when you would stay with him would come soon. But he was not hurrying up, it was not rational.

This evening, Aizawa chose to finish his paperwork first and let you alone in his kitchen to do whatever you wanted, being accustomed to this. It was an odd but comforting sensation to know that you were in his house as well.

Shortly after he finished, he approached silently the kitchen, stopping at the door frame and leaning against it.

He looked at you from head to toe, thinking about these days since when you appeared in his life. His sleeping got better at night, he was feeling somehow healthier and relaxed. His mind although was still locked on the thought of you. Why were you always insisting on taking care of him? He did not give you anything in return, being caught in other important things since he was a pro-hero and a teacher. He wanted to show you how this routine has become a part of his daily life and not because he was guilty of not giving you any thanks but because he wanted more of you.

Aizawa swiftly stopped overthinking and stepped towards you, closer to you. You felt him getting closer, but you did continue on doing your thing.

“What are you cooking now?” He asked lazily while placing his chin on your right shoulder.

What you have learned in this period of time is that Aizawa was not the man who would let too much of his feelings to show or offer too much affection, so this gesture took you by surprise, but you preferred not to give any hint of it.

In this time, Aizawa felt how if both of you were lying on his bed, in the same position, with his face close to your neck he would have fallen asleep easily. He had now noticed how subtle the perfume you were wearing was.

“Typical blueberry muffins.” You responded without moving too abruptly while stirring in a bowl. Your response was followed by a small pause filled only by silence in which Aizawa breathed in deeply with his eyes closed.

“It sounds good but…” Aizawa started in his bored tone while letting his hands reach your hips.

You almost stopped in your tracks at his touch. You longed for that touch from him and not just that. Aizawa began to like this position more from which he felt your warmth.

“Do not worry I can make something like-” You started agitated by understanding his words and hesitation.

“No. I do not want any of that.” He said cutting your words in the same monotone voice that you actually found soothing.

Apparently he had something else in his mind but that was not a problem for you since you liked to spend time with him.

“No problem, what is that you want?” You asked getting ready to prepare whatever he wished for.

“What I want is not that complicated.” Aizawa said before turning you around to face him.

Hell, you were convinced that your breathing stopped. Of course, from the very first time you saw him you noticed how you felt attracted to him, and how under those loose hair strands was a tired but attractive face. Now, being so close, everything was intensified.

His left hand climbed into your hair and stayed there for a few seconds while his eyes were looking deeply into yours. His eyes usually felt dry giving him a displeasing stinging sensation but this time that sensation had disappeared mysteriously. After the moment his gaze has descended on your lips, he has not waited more and eliminated the space between your bodies. You tensed while Aizawa was relaxed and confident, his lips being surprisingly addictive. The kiss was a lazy yet deep one, filled with slow and careful motions.

“See? Not that complicated.” He whispered after breaking the kiss, watching your cheeks flush.

What followed in that evening was Aizawa pulling your hand and walking towards his room where he caught you in his arms and then fell onto his bed still holding you. That night, you did not need to prepare anything for him anymore in order to take care of him. Your presence and your body close to his was all he needed to be fine.