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Aizawa wasn't really ever physically close since the relationship started. Even when the two were just friends… he never enjoyed being touched that much, even Hizashi could rarely get away with being physically close to him.
So the day when he came home and refused to let you leave his space was… different. Welcome, but different.
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Aizawa's mood was visibly different when he got back to the teachers dorms, everyone could notice. His steps were quick, desperate, as if he was impatient- which he was, but it was normally to sleep, where his steps were sluggish and tired. He didn't run, but he walked much faster than his normal lazing around, not even bothering to acknowledge any of the teachers. They normally got a nod at least…
Y/n was lazing in their dorm, it was pretty common knowledge that Aizawa and them were close, closer than most. But only Nezu knew the truth.
Stupid modification… Always knew when something was up. And of course when he confronted them about it he was a little shit. It was safe to say Y/n had to coax Aizawa out of his shell to at least be near them- he was reasonably embarrassed, but overthinking the whole ordeal.
However, other than that Aizawa never showed much… attentiveness to their relationship, it’s not to say he didn't care, he did, he just didn't know how to show it.
Y/n knew how his last relationship ended, a woman breaking his heart, cheating, and trying to take his cat- claiming it as her own. Luckily, she didn't get Shilo, the ball of fur that really brought Y/n and Aizawa together. They were beyond understanding, and since Aizawa actually mentioned his emotions on it first Y/n knew how much he truly cared.
Aizawa moved towards the stairs quickly, to say the day sucked was an understatement. Anything that could go wrong went wrong, Bakugo and Midoriya were on another few days of house arrest after fighting again. Kirishima severely overused his quirk and needed to go to Recovery Girl. Uraraka nearly vomited on him while she was floating. There was only one thing he wanted by the end of it.
Y/n
They were the only thing on his mind- had been for hours. Although he didn't know what he was going to do, he just needed to be with them. In any way, it was like this weird obsession, or crush. Nearly childish how much he was craving their affection, pride be damned if he got what he wanted.
Instead of going to his room Aizawa went to Y/n's, knocking somewhat impatiently as he waited. They were at the door quickly, a puzzled expression that melted into a gentle compassion after seeing him standing there, his ears flushed.
“Shouta, are you okay.?” Y/n asked calmly, gesturing him inside, closing the door behind him once he'd entered. By the time they'd turned around he was already pulling his shoes off, leaving them a bit confused. “Shoouuuuttaaa~” They cooed, trying to gain his attention.
He hummed softly, not his normal grunt or acknowledgement- that was another thing that was different. Aizawa was unusually… soft. Gentle. Not that he wasn't when the two were alone, but more so in this moment. He was clearly tense, but he clearly needed- or wanted- something.
Within a mere couple of seconds Aizawa slipped his shoes off and stood, taking Y/n's hand and tugging slightly. Their lips parted slightly, his hand was warm, larger than their own, and comforting… or maybe…
Y/n trailed behind him, squeezing his hand every few moments, to which he squeezed back. They couldn't help the small, intrigued smile that spread from their lips. Not only was Shouta willingly holding their hand, he was accepting their attempts at physical comfort. Something he was more often than not put off by.
Y/n chuckled quietly when Aizawa led them to Y/n's bed, letting go of their hand to turn and sit on the edge. It happened rather quickly, Aizawa pulling them in by the waist until they stood between his spread legs, his arms wrapped around Y/n's waist, fingers clenching onto their shirt, his face buried in their upper stomach- lower chest. Heaving a deep breath he murmured, “I'm sorry, but thank you..”
To say Y/n was shocked might've been an understatement. It took them a moment to process the situation, and once they did they let out a content hum, bringing both hands to Aizawa's head. Weaving a hand through his hair, the other cupping his chin slightly, attempting to tilt his head up.
“What's this about hmm?” Y/n asked quietly, trying not to be overly joyous at the situation. Shouta tilted his head slightly until the full length of his neck and under his chin was pressed against their front.
His eyes were slightly glazed over, pure affection radiating off of him. “I dunno…” he murmured, closing his eyes in content, moving his head sideways and holding tightly onto them. “Just wanted you..” His muffled, low voice reached their ears.
Y/n could feel him melt into them when their hand's fingers ran through his hair soothingly, gently petting his hair. Aizawa let out a pleased, pitched noise- something that neither were expecting. He didn't let his enjoyment deter him however, and he held Y/n closer, getting his fill of their affection.
“Shouta.. Talk to me, what's up?” Y/n tried gently, still running their fingers through his hair. He'd never done this- and as much as they were completely enjoying this, Shouta's reason was also important.
“Rough day…” Aizawa whispered, one of his hands slipping under their shirt, his palm splaying on their lower back. “And… I-” he cut himself off abruptly, almost embarrassed.
“Sho~ It's okay… what else?” Y/n murmured softly, gently pushing him backwards until the full length of his back met Y/n's bed. He had a damn near needy look on his face, and they couldn't help but smile softly.. To see Aizawa so vulnerable and soft was a treat for sure.
Shouta didn't say anything, just grabbed Y/n's hands in his own in desperation to be closer to them. Y/n slowly moved their hands until they were cupping his cheeks, running their thumbs over his cheekbones comfortingly. “Shouta.. C'mon, talk to me. Tell me what you feel.” Their voice was kind and in no way judgemental.
“I dunno.. Just a rough day- wanted to be with you…” Shouta trailed off, eyes darting away as a cute flush appeared on his face. Y/n chuckled, making his gaze dart back to them in nervousness.
“You wanted affection?” They murmured softly, watching the way he closed his eyes in embarrassment and his breath hitched. “Sho- it's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed.” They laughed out softly. “Lay down..” Y/n urged.
Shouta slowly slid up the bed until his head met their pillows, the bed dipping under Y/n's weight. They climbed over the comforter, finding now reason to go under, laying close to Aizawa on their side, facing him.
Y/n gently stretched their hand out, grabbing him by the back of the neck and scooching towards him until his head met their chest. A comfortable embrace for them both. Shouta sighed softly, his hands finding their way under Y/n's shirt once again, wrapping his arms around them graciously.
“Thank you…” he mumbled quietly, nuzzling their chest in affection.
“Shouta, you don't have to ask… if you want affection or cuddles just come to me m'kay? Just like you did today, I'm proud of you.” They responded gently, pressing a firm kiss to the top of his messy hair. “My pretty boy.”
Shouta huffed, “you still call me that..?” But he couldn't deny how much he loved the term of endearment, it felt good, theirs.
“You love it.”
“I love you.” Shouta snarked back sarcastically, even though it was true. Y/n smiled, tangling her fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp as he let out soft, pleased sounds. “... And how you play with my hair…” he added as a second thought, angling his head into the crook of Y/n's neck, breathing in their scent.
“I love you, and your hair, my pretty boy.”
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