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"I'm home.." I mumbled softly under my breath, clasping the cool metal of the doorknob and twisting. A rush of soft, warm air gently blew past my face as I forcefully dragged myself into the safety of our house. I lazily shut the door behind me and slumped onto the wall of the hallway, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying, and failing, to soothe my throbbing headache. Straightening up, I decided to focus on the soft yet distinct sound of his snores whilst I trudged into our spacious living room, too fatigued to even kick off my shoes. As I caught sight of him lazing on the sofa, I felt the day's stress lifting off my back as my heart gently fluttered in my chest. Last month marked 4 years of our marriage, yet somehow, I still feel that same bloom of warmth ripple through me whenever I see him. I was lighter on my feet as I slowly tiptoed towards him, and my gaze softened when I caught sight of his perfectly sculpted yet soft face. My eyes lingered on the slight crease between his brows, and I gently rested a hand on his face and lightly smoothed it with my fingertips. Abruptly, his breathing slightly hitched as his eyes fluttered open. My eyes widened slightly as we locked eyes, a blush rising on my cheeks.
As I stood there enchanted, time seemed to stop, and suddenly I felt as though I was 16 years old again, seeing him for the first time. I still remember his shaggy short black hair, his slightly muscular frame hidden underneath his baggy uniform, and those eyes.
God, those eyes. His gaze was as dark as obsidian but fierce with light, silent and unreadable yet magnetic. I was completely beguiled by the calm chaos of those dark irises, igniting something fierce and wordless in my chest every time they met mine, like a flame that knew exactly where to burn.
Suddenly, he blinked.
A lazy smile spread across his face as he blinked owlishly up at me.
"You're home.." he softly murmured in a hoarse voice. He brought up a large, warm hand and nestled it in the curve of my neck, and absentmindedly began to trace patterns on my skin with his calloused yet gentle fingers.
The hairs rose on my neck at his touch, and I giggled softly, returning the gesture and playfully twirling the ends of his coarse black hair, intertwining it between my fingers.
He sat up on the sofa, still half asleep, and began to groggily pull me towards his broad chest. I leaned forward and slightly angled my lips towards his. Our lips met in a quiet moment, barely more than a shared breath. His soft breath felt like a brush of warmth, a whisper against my skin. I sensed the world quieten around me as we shared the delicate yet intimate moment together. It felt light and tender, like the morning sun caressing my skin.
"Sho.." I muttered against his lips, my eyes burning with passion as they met his.
He responded by leisurely trailing his tender hands up my neck and softly tangling his fingers in my hair, sending ripples of bliss fluttering down my spine. With my head cradled in his broad hands, he gazed deeply and intimately into my eyes. His breath was sweet and felt like a whisper of warmth on my lips. I drank in his gaze as he leaned in closer to press his lips against mine. He grunted softly as he adjusted my weight on his lap.
"Good day?" he murmured. I hummed lazily in response and lightly rested my forehead on his. His bristly hair tickled the surface of my skin delicately. Sighing through my nose, I let my eyelids sag, breaking our eye contact as I steadily began to ease off him and rise to my feet. His hand trailed down my neck and affectionately traced the slope of my shoulder before falling to my wrist, loosely encircling it. Whilst I got up, his black irises never left my face and were wide in question.
" 'm gonna shower," I mumbled softly, gently massaging my weary eyes with my free hand. he grunted in response and lazily slumped his head back on the sofa and reluctantly let go of my wrist. His eyes drooped, half-lidded with exhaustion yet heavy with longing as they lingered on me whilst I left the room.
Sighing deeply, I sleepily grumbled and trudged towards the long, winding stairs of our house, my mind blank with exhaustion. I groggily began the long journey up the stairs, my limbs heavy with enervation and my eyes fluttering shut with every sluggish step. Abruptly, a loud, anguished yowl filled my ears as my booted foot sank into something soft and fluffy, a tail. Sushi's tail.
"Crap!" i gasped as my eyes flew open in shock. Frantically, I hopped on one foot, clumsily letting go of his tail as he flailed around. Instinctively, Sushi darted between my legs, a blur of fur and panic, desperate to escape and in the process, making me lose my balance.
A shrill scream tore from my throat as I slipped down the unforgiving flight of stairs. The hard steps rushed up to meet me, every second dragging out in a blur of panic and embarrassment. My arms flailed wildly, trying to catch anything to stop the fall. Sharp ebbs of pain erupted in numerous parts of my body. I felt my ankle twist as a sharp gasp of agony escaped my lips.
The moment my body slammed at the bottom of the staircase, a raw, echoing ache threaded up my ankle and throughout my leg, causing me to grit my teeth in pain. My lungs burned, and my chest heaved, desperate for air. It felt as though the world had gone mute, despite the roaring rush of blood thumping in my ear. Heat rose furiously on my cheeks as I coiled inwards in embarrassment. A violent, fiery flame of pain ignited in my ankle at the sudden movement, causing me to hunch over in agony. Grinding my jaw together, I kept still, desperately hoping the pain would even out. But it didn't. It festered and grew, alive in every inch of my leg.
Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps thumping towards me, and before I could even sit up, Aizawa was in front of me, eyes wide with concern and looking more alarmed than I'd ever seen him. Honestly, if I weren't in complete agony, I might've laughed.
"What.." he huffed slightly breathless, " What the hell happened..."
I opened my mouth to reply, but paused when I caught the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. Of course he found this funny.
"Did you," he squinted slightly, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, "did you fall?"
His smirk was in full force now, tugging at the corner of his mouth as he let out a deep laugh quiet, rough, and warm. He was definitely enjoying this.
I rolled my eyes and huffed, trying not to let my embarrassment show.
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, now help me up."
I straightened up as I stuck out my hands, expectantly looking at him. he shook his head, clearly amused and without hesitation, unfolded his arms and gently held his hands around mine. He attempted to pull me towards him, when suddenly a jolt of pain laced through my ankle, searing up my leg. I gasped through gritted teeth as I instinctively let go, sinking back to the ground.
Instantly, his expression shifted, leaving no trace of humour on his face. His eyes bore into mine, quiet and intense.
"You're hurt."
Before I could respond, he crouched down next to me, his gaze impossibly deep, filled with something unreadable. I quickly averted my gaze, I couldn't meet his eyes, not when they looked at me like that.
"I'm fine," I whispered, even though the pain still pulsed in my ankle.
A small scoff of disbelief left his throat, causing a soft breath of warm air to brush against my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few moments, silence suspended between us. His presence wrapped around me, enveloping me like a warm hug. Present, but not suffocating. I could feel his dark, fiery gaze burning into my skin, a jarring contrast to the steady and rhythmic cadence of his breath; a delicate whisper of unspoken words
"You're not fine," he said softly, inching closer, the tip of his nose lightly grazing my cheek. My breath hitched in my throat. His touch felt like a match lighting in the dark; soft and fleeting, but steady enough to ignite something deep beneath my skin. A faint, tender flush prickled my cheeks, and I sharply exhaled through clenched teeth.
From my lack of response, his dark gaze begins to rake up and down my body, searching.
"Where?" he demands, soft but with an unshakeable certainty.
I stubbornly shake my head, swallowing the words lodged in my throat before attempting to get up again. Lifting myself on unsteady arms, I try to ignore the pain pulsating throughout my body. Without hesitation, Aizawa reaches for me, wrapping his steady arms around my shoulders and gently guiding me back down.
His calloused hands moved deliberately, tracing slow, intimate paths down my shoulders, cradling my waist. His touch was light but purposeful, fingers dancing against sore spots, lingering just enough to see where I was hurt. As he brought his hands lower and lower, my heart erratically beat in my chest, as the lit match under my skin burned brighter and brighter.
"Where?" he repeated, softer this time but still firm as his long fingers dipped and splayed along the curves of my hips. I hesitantly parted my lips before lifting my gaze and catching sight of his expression. Concern and worry are etched in every line, every feature, of his face. His usual bored, sullen look is replaced with wide searching eyes and desperately parted lips. He lifts his gaze, and our eyes entwine; a quiet gravity pulling me closer.
Frantically, he reaches for my face, cupping my cheeks gently, so gently, as though I might shatter beneath his touch. His eyes burned into mine, like the blazing sun on a hot summer day, and searched my face with desperate tenderness. My eyes trail away from his intense gaze, latching onto the pale pink of his flawlessly soft lips. He lifts my face higher, cradling it firmer, forcing me to look into his eyes.
"Hey, look at me.." he whispers, his dark eyes wide with the question he's been relentlessly asking.
"My leg," I murmured unintelligibly, partly because I wanted him to continue searching; to touch, to hold me more. I wanted him to explore every part of my body, to never let me go.
"Here?" he asked, delicately caressing the length of my right leg with roaming fingers. His touch felt like a feather wandering softly over my skin, an ephemeral trace of contact, yet it still sent an ache of agony pulsing through my leg, relentless and raw.
Instinctively, I roughly jerked my leg away, before grumbling in response, flustered from both the pain and him.
"Let me see."
His resolute tone left no room for argument. The ebbs of pain sharply pulsed in my ankle as I straightened out my leg towards him. Cautiously, I watched as he began to inch his hands towards my ankle.
"This might hurt yeah?" He paused, his hands hovering above my foot as he blinked expectantly at me. I swallowed hard, and hesitantly nodded my head. "Yeah, whatever just get it over with."