#aizawa fluff

[tired-teacher-blog]

Over the years following his early retirement, Aizawa has developed a dad bod.

He is no longer the pale and lanky man you've fallen in love with– all these years ago, and his once prominent dark circles and tired demeanor are long gone and replaced with a more relaxed aura.

You love the little changes he's unknowingly flaunting: the soft tummy protruding under his shirt, the thickness of his strong arms and thighs, the healthy glow adorning his rounder cheeks, and most of all, that cute plumpy butt filling out his bottoms perfectly.

You can never help the heat pooling into the pit of your belly when seeing him dressed lightly, and you get consumed by an uncontrollabe desire to strip him off of whatever sleepwear highlighting his seductive frame at the moment.

That hungry look in your eyes does not go unnoticed as he knows you too well to miss it, and gladly grants your undeclared wish without a second thought.

With an amused smirk on his face, he kneels down between your legs and pushes in slowly while watching the way you breathlessly utter his name and run your hands over his plump chest, and it's a heavenly view that you cannot get tired of seeing, although you really want to feel him pressed against you as well.

You desperatly claw at his forearms demanding to have him closer, and encase him in your embrace when he finally is.

His thrusts quicken and his lips devour yours in a sloppy kiss, while your nails rake his broad shoulders and travel lower and lower until reaching his bum and clutching onto the luscious buttocks you so much adore, squeezing his fleshy globes to mimic the erratic pace of his hips.

He goes mad everytime you do that, singing your praises and grunting promises of making you lose your mind soon.

His words and relentless plunges are what drive you over the edge with a broken cry of how good he's making you feel, and he follows suit in a matter of seconds, stuffing you full of his milky seeds before collapsing onto your quivering body with a soft "I love you" whispered to your ear..

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

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[sandiaarts]

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

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[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

😔😔😔

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[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — AIZAWA X READER

“I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying.” 

You sit up on the couch and level your sulkiest pout at him. “No, seriously!” 

“If you were serious, I doubt you would be getting up,” he says dryly. He’s completely unsympathetic as he continues mopping the floor. 

“I’m dying and you don’t care about me,” you whimper. “I’m going to die all alone! And miserable! And unloved!”

Aizawa sighs. Scrubs the palm of his hand over his closed eyes. Shoves his hands through his hair. You feel the tiniest hint of guilt creep in. 

He drops his mop and walks over to you. For a second, you think he’s going to scold you. You know you’re being bratty. Aizawa’s had a long, tough day of being a pro-hero, and now he has to come back to babysit your spoiled ass? 

“Hey,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers under your chin so he can tilt your gaze up towards him. “Don’t do that.” 

“Don’t be mad,” you whisper, burying your face into his stomach. The cool cloth of his black silk pajamas feels nice against your overheated face. You really do feel awful. 

“I’m not mad,” he says. 

“Good. Cause you’ll regret this when your wife is cold in her grave and you’ll have to reflect on-“ 

“What brought this on?” He’s carding his fingers through your hair as you hide your face against him. It feels nice, having him comfort you. 

You could never lie to him. 

“I’m scared,” you sniffle, half genuine emotion, half illness. 

“It’s just a fever, baby,” he says. “Want me to take you to the hospital again? We can double check.” 

“No,” your voice cracks in sync with the plummet of your stomach. To your embarrassment, tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. “I was worried about you.” 

He waits patiently, still stroking your hair. 

While you had gotten your diagnosis, Aizawa had thought it might be a good idea to get his check up too. He was efficient like that, always the cool, level headed one in your little duo. 

“I saw your medical history. You have so many close calls, Shouta. So many times you could’ve died for real.” 

Aizawa pushes you down on the couch and tucks you back under the covers. He strokes your sweaty hair off your head, thankfully regretfully. He’s always tried to hide the intensity of his second life from you. There was no reason for you to have to face the brutality he did. It satisfied something in him to be able to protect you, even from a part of himself. But looking at the sparkling ring on your finger, he knows that it’s all about to end soon. 

Being a hero is as much a part of him as being your Shouta is. He won’t be the kind of fiancée who hurts you by locking himself away, even the aspects of him he wants to keep from you. He knows better, even if he likes seeing you as his refuge from hero life. At the very least, all he can do is try to ease the hurt. 

He lifts your ringed hand and presses a kiss to the stone you picked out together. “I’ll be careful. I promise not to worry you.” 

#sera writes #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #bnha x reader

[shiggybrainr0t]

The light creaking of your bedroom door is what wakes you from the light slumber you found yourself in. The lamp next to your bed casts your bedroom in a hazy yellow glow, and you rub your cheek against your pillow with a contented sigh. It still smells like Shouta.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he glances at you from where he stands in front of your dresser.

“…didn’t mean to wake you up, baby.”

His voice is deeper and more grainy than usual, telling you how tired he is from his patrol tonight.

“Wasn’t asleep. Waited for you.”

He hums in response, and you can tell by his tone that he doesn’t believe you. He turns around to look at the grumpy glare he knows you’re sending him- and he’s right. You’ve brought your blanket up to your nose and only the top of your head is visible, sleep crusted eyes narrowed his way.

Shouta can’t hold the huff of laughter that builds in his chest. He feels his heart beat harder, and he marvels at how you still make him feel like he did the first time he met you, even all this time later.

He’s lifting his arms to put on a sleep shirt when you see it. There, on his ribs is a smudge of black covered in something that looks like plastic. You’re wide awake now, and you quickly jump out of bed to head towards him, shivering slightly at the chill of the room.

At your sudden movements, Shouta lowers his arms and looks at you quickly, scanning your body to make sure you’re ok. You tug the shirt out of his grasp and pull his left arm back up straight in the air. The look he gives you is one that you’re quite used to: bemused and endeared.

“Oh, I was going to show you that in the morning.”

Shouta had talked to you about how he was going to eventually get a tattoo, though he wouldn’t let slip what he was getting or where. Looking at it now, you know exactly what it is, because it’s a drawing that you look at every day whenever you go to your fridge. Only, you noticed this morning that it had gone missing.

Three messy stick people are outlined on Shouta’s ribs holding hands, two significantly bigger than the one in the middle. The one on the left is tall, and has a shock of black, long hair falling over his face. The middle is a little girl, with long hair and a horn growing out of her forehead. And the person on the right is you. It’s a picture Eri drew for you just a year after being taken from Overhaul and into protection.

Shouta is observing you quietly, obediently keeping his arm in the air as you lightly run your fingers over the shiny plastic wrap covering it. It’s only when you start sniffling that he moves, pulling you into his arms.

“Knew you’d react like this.” He says, amusement lightening his voice.

He’s still warm from the shower, and the hair that covers his chest tickles your cheek as you press your forehead against his collarbone. Your tears hit his skin whenever he runs his large hand over your head, his own cheek pressed against your crown. His stubble is prickly and uncomfortable against you, making you sniff loudly and say meekly, “You need to shave.”

“I will.” Is his only reply. He rubs his cheek against your hair, the same way you did to your pillow only moments before. You lean back slightly in his arms and look up at him tearfully. His eye is so dark, yet it gleams beautifully as it stares back at you. He’s taken his eye patch off, showing you the large scare that runs across his other eye. A callused thumb swipes under your own eyes softly.

“I love you.” He says before you can speak, which only makes you tear up again.

Shouta huffs again, a small grin forming on his face as he mumbles “silly baby” at you. He decides to forgo the shirt, and pulls you back to the sleep rumpled bed. You snuggle under the covers, still sniffling, and wait for him to finish taking off his prosthetic before sliding in next to you.

Immediately, you sling your leg over his and press as close as possible to him as you can. Shouta wraps his arms around you with ease, barely moving whenever you decide he isn’t close enough and move half your body on top of his. Under his chin, where his jaw meets his neck, he smells like his body wash and home.

#I had a similar idea for izuku which then led to this one #maybe I’ll write the izuku one as well :) #mat’s writing #mha #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #aizawa fluff #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #aizawa shōta #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero x reader #my hero imagines #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academia headcanons #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa imagine

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Thinking about Dadzawa giving his daughter away at her wedding.

Being anxious all day, swallowing down tears as Present Mic is openly sobbing, crying that his little girl is all grown up.

Him tapping away anxiously on his fake leg, a nasty habit you usually tap his hand for.

Putting on his suit as you pop your head round the hotel room door, smiling widely when you see him dressed to the nines for your big day. Hizashi sobs, hugging you both tightly. Aizawa holds you as closely as possible, pressing a small peck to the top of your head. You scamper off tearfully to your makeup stylist, and your fathers don’t see you until it’s time to give you away.

You chose for Aizawa to walk you down the aisle. As much as you love Hizashi, he has a nasty problem of bawling his eyes out. Aizawa was struggling to keep it in though. Finally seeing you in your dress, hair and makeup done perfectly.

He has to choke back a gasp. His baby girl looked so perfect. So much like your mother. Onyx eyes brimmed with red as he moves a stray hair out of your face. Holds you close to him one last time before he gives you away to Bakugou, who was equally as wet in the eyes.

Slowly walking towards the aisle, chest feeling so constricted with pride? Fear? No. He knows just how much Bakugou loves you, and just how much he would die for you, as your father would do the same.

He gives you away with a final hug and a loving forehead kiss, murmuring that he’s so proud of you, before shooting Bakugou a glare that clearly said “hurt my daughter and I’ll rip your throat out”. Bakugou clearly gets the message by holding you close as Eri brings the rings.

He sits with Hizashi, struggling to keep it in. Despite his husband not being able to control his emotions, he simmers down and holds his husband’s hands. His fingers trace gently after their own wedding bands, fond memories of toddler you being their ring-bearer in their own wedding that they had in their living room.

Finally lets the tears fall when the priest allows you to kiss, dabbing his one good eye as he follows everyone to the reception.

Despite his hatred for public attention, he sways with you for the first of two daddy-daughter dances. He still hasn’t been able to stop his tears leaking as you look at him with your own misted orbs. He murmurs to you that you’ll always be his little girl, that you’ll always be welcome in his home.

Aizawa hates that you’re growing up so fast, but can always bully Bakugou if he treats you wrong.

#🥀 rambles #platonic aizawa x reader #hng made myself ugly sob with this one gang #it’s 2:15 am #dadzawa #bnha x reader #dadzawa fluff #aizawa Drabble #shouta aizawa #aizawa fluff #dadzawa x reader

[tired-teacher-blog]

So, Aizawa's neck is extremely sensitive. Yup I called it.

There is a reason why he conveniently keeps it wrapped in his capture weapon most of the time.

Finding out about it was purely coincidental, it was never your intention to brush your fingers along the pale skin when you reached out to tuck a loose strand behind his ear, you couldn't help it either, he looked breathtaking in a simple black tank top and similar colored sweatpants as he emerged after his evening shower.

What was meant to be an innocent gesture, soon turned into something else entirely when his breath suddenly hitched and goosebumps appeared where your fingers had touched.

It was a new and unexpected sight that triggered something within you, and you needed more of the sensation it had evoked..

_ "So even the incredible Mr Aizawa has a weakness like the rest of us huh?" you teased for the nth time as you tightened your grip on his wrists and pressed down on his throbbing bulge before diving in to suck another bright red spot on his once flawless neck, "you've kept it well hidden this far, I'm impressed."

It's no wonder to be frank, he has always been dominant and well guarded even with you, and it is unusual of him to show any sign of vulnerability, which is why you held on to this rare instant with all your might.

_ "Alright that's enough, you've had your fun haven't you?" he huffed in apparent annoyance but did nothing to stop you, and how easy would it have been for him to free himself of your clutches, had he truly wished to.

_ "Just a little more, please." you whined a plea and kissed his delicate skin again, relishing the strangled groans he so desperately sought to muffle.

_ "Whatever.." but his feigned indifference couldn't fool you.

How could it, when his restless hips unveiled his growing impatience for something more?

Divider by : @/saradika

#Assal! we'll have to talk more about this 😉 #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota x you #aizawa shota smut #aizawa shouta smut #aizawa shouta x you #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa headcanons #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #aizawa shouta fluff #aizawa shouta imagine #aizawa imagine #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta headcanons #shouta aizawa smut #shouta aizawa imagine #mha fluff #bnha fluff

[kayentokk]

Someone For You

Today seemed like you just floated by everything, actually it was almost as if everything floated by you. You were just so tired and you can’t think of anything that would make you feel better at this point.

You made your way into your apartment, and the calming and oh so familiar aroma of pork broth invaded your senses. Your shoulders drop, your whole body feeling lighter already as you make your way into the kitchen.

You stood in the doorway of the kitchen and observed for a second. His sleeves cuffed up to his forearm, the muscles contracting as he chops up the vegetables to go in the broth for the noodles, and his hands. God, his hands, the thick long veins that protrude on his fingers and the top of his hand.

You’ve missed him so much lately, both of your schedules had been busy which caused the inconvenience of not seeing each other as often as you would both like. So you’re wondering to what do you owe this pleasure of him standing in your kitchen?

“You done ogling me now?” He asks with a playful tone.

He hadn’t even turned around. Did he know you were there the whole time? You silently, not so silently, cursed his sharp senses.

“Oh shush,” you retorted while locking your arms around his lean but firm waist.

He breathily chuckles before contentedly humming and continuing to make dinner. This easiness was exactly what you’d been craving all week.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“What, I can’t visit my baby anymore?”

It comforted you to know you were his baby, but even more so to know that he was yours.

“Of course you can, ‘jus wanted to know if there was a specific reason,” you shrugged letting go of his waist, opting to sit on the counter and watch him cook for you.

He shifted to pour the vegetables in the broth, and then turned his attention to you and said with delicacy and determination, “I missed you.”

Then, like it was nothing, he turned back around and continued cooking.

At this moment, you took it back, there was something that could make you feel better. There was someone for you.

[Geto, Tomioka, Aizawa, Katsuki, Oikawa, Nanami, Keigo, your fave]

@cafekitsune for the divider

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[sangyoun-nii]

Midoriya, sighing: actually, i am the only foster child in this family.

Shinso: seriously?

Midoriya: yes! i mean, look! you're the spitting image of a child from this family! even Dabi looks like our father!

Yamada, pinching his cheeks: and, in my opinion, you are absolutely our biological son.

Aizawa: it's true. you have Zashi's personality and my love for cats and coffee.

Midoriya: yes, but i don't have the main trait of the Aizawa's family.

Dabi: oh? what is it?

Midoriya: love for loud blondes. i mean!! look, Hitoshi yearn for Kaminari, and it's mutual, and Dabi is in love with Hawks!

Aizawa: *choking on coffee*

Shinso: *laughs out loud*

Midoriya: what?..

Dabi and Yamada together: Bakugo.

Midoriya: ...

Midoriya: oh no.

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[headintheclouds-posts]

You’re lay on your front in bed, body tired from a long day. Your head tilted to one side to look at the man you love, his eyes drowsy as he slowly succumbs to the comfort of the mattress.

Though tired himself, his large warm hand rubs gently across your shoulders in rhythmic motions and he mutters loving words in a voice barely above a whisper.

Utter bliss is all you feel right now, the calming comfort of your cozy bedroom causes your brain to let go of todays worries. The moonlight cascades in through the large palladian window, painting the room in the cosmic colours of the sky, whilst the pitter-patter of rain lightly taps against the window, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You move you body to lay facing him, which causes his muscle memory to move into gear, pulling you into his chest so his nose is pressed into your hair coaxing a happy sigh to fall from his lips.

Love resonates inside this home and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#kpop scenarios #kpop x you #anime x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk comfort #mha x reader #mha comfort #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bnha comfort #dabi comfort #shigaraki fluff #aizawa fluff #nanami fluff #tokyo ghoul #aot fluff #aot x reader #crush x reader #optional bias #optional bias scenarios #skz fluff #skz comfort #ateez fluff #ateez comfort #exo fluff #monsta x fluff #anime fluff #bakugou comfort #deku fluff

[shiggybrainr0t]

softly loving you

warnings: mha spoilers regarding aizawa

aizawa is asleep on your couch.

that fact in itself isn’t a big deal- he sleeps everywhere. it isn’t rare to see him curled up in his sleeping bag on the floor of his classroom. his students have long gotten used to it, stepping over him if need be. it’s very endearing to those who know and love him. but you know better.

aizawa is constantly tired because he never truly rests.

he never fully lets himself sink into a true slumber, one ear always listening in case something happens, in case someone needs him. (there have too many times where he wasn’t with his students when they needed him-and he’s determined to never fail them again.)

so there’s few times that aizawa actually sleeps. this is one of those times. he’s slumped over on your couch, mouth hanging open and snoring. his eye patch has half fallen off because he’s buried his head into the cute throw pillow with a black cat on it that you got because it reminded you of him. (he acted like he didn’t think that was funny, but he pulled you into a kiss just after you held it up and showed it to him.)

you hate to do it, but you know his back is going to kill him the next morning if you let him sleep like that any longer. so you walk over and perch on the edge of the couch by his waist and begin to gently run your fingers through his hair, twisting it lightly when you get to the ends of the inky strands. over the years you’ve learned how to wake him up without startling him. he is a hero after all, and when he’s startled his first thought is defense, which ended up with your arms in a strong hold before he realized it was you. (you’ll never forget the look on his face whenever he realized that it was you.)

it shows how deep in sleep he is by how it take you calling his name a couple of times to get him to stir. one dark eye slowly blinks open to look at you, and a small smile appears on his face when he sees that’s it you.

“hi.” you whisper, a grin of your own showing on your face.

“hi.” his voice is deeper than normal, a gravely quality to it that only appears whenever he first wakes up. “what time is is?”

“almost midnight. c’mon hero, let’s go to bed.”

he lets you pull him up, not helping and making you do all the work, smiling at you in a sleepy, goofy way whenever you huff at him. the click of his prosthetic hitting your hardwood floors is jarring in the otherwise silent apartment, but you both ignore it. when you get to your bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed to start taking his leg off but pauses whenever you get on your knees before him.

“let me do it.” is what you murmur, but you don’t get to before he cups your face in one large, calloused hand, engulfing the side of your face. his eyes are deep as they stare at you nuzzling into his palm and kissing the center. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip before letting go and leaning back, leaving you to it.

after you take it off, you place it gently beside the nightstand and crawl onto your own side of the bed, beside aizawa who was already under the covers and waiting for you. he pulls you close with one arm, so that you’re facing each other and holding hands in the middle by your chests. he had taken his eye patch off while waiting for you, and you gaze at him, quietly marveling at the rough, gorgeousness he posses so quietly.

he leans forward to press a solid kiss to your forehead, then your lips. it’s a slow, lazy kiss, both of you tired from the day yet still wanting to show each other your love. the two of you fall asleep like that, foreheads pressed together, hands held between your hearts that have long since matched beats.

#I think there’s something so tenderly raw in letting the person you love see you at your most vulnerable moment and loving them through it #being so intimate with someone like that is a blessing #mat’s writing #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #fluff #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha spoilers #my hero imagines #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia fanfiction #aizawa fluff

[sundeathh]

Trimmed

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,6 K

Summary: A haircut tale

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW

The apartment was cloaked in the cozy ambiance of evening, the soft glow of lamps casting warm pockets of light in the living room. As the door creaked open, announcing Aizawa's return, the air seemed to shift with expectancy.

It wasn't the kind of anticipation that made a person’s heart leap. Instead it felt more like the sort of expectation that came from people waiting for their loved ones to get home at regular basis for weeks on end, filled with both excitement and anxiety bubbling up inside.

Even after years of marriage, you still had butterflies for him whenever he entered the room you were in.

"I'm back," Aizawa's gravelly, deep voice resonated through the space, carrying the weight of a taxing day. He unburdened himself of his shoes and bag, the fatigue etched on his features. The journey down the building's hallway felt like a gradual shedding of the day's strain. 

"Hey, Sho, welcome back!" You called from the kitchen, your voice a gentle melody amid the quiet that once reigned in the place. "Long day?" You asked, your eyes landing on his tense figure.

He nodded, pausing at the kitchen's doorway before offering a small smile. "Yeah, you could say that."

The smell of cooking food wafted towards him as his gaze swept over the room. The counter was covered in various ingredients, some in the middle of the cooking process and others just sitting there in piles, ready to be added to the mix when needed. 

"Did everything go well today?" You asked, turning around from the stove to greet him properly with a kiss on the cheek. He returned it affectionately, leaning against your body for comfort and security, but only for the briefest moments before pulling back to take a look at you.

"Yep," he responded, the same way he always did every time. He was never one for long talks or unnecessary details about his day, preferring instead to focus his attention on how you were doing instead.

"How are you feeling today? Anything interesting happened while I was gone?" He questioned, reluctantly pulling away from your welcoming embrace to remove his binding cloth from around his neck. 

"I'm feeling alright." You answered truthfully before proceeding with a small shrug. "And not really. The highest point of my day was going grocery shopping. It was a tiring work though, so I didn't do much after that."

"Ah, right," the hero nodded knowingly, his cloth now hanging around one of his arms. "Next time you go grocery shopping, remember that I have to be there too." Aizawa reached out his free arm and gently pulled you into another tight hug.

Your arms wrapped around his torso in return, your face pressed against his chest. "And put even more tasks on your overly busy day? No way." Your tone was playful, but there was an undertone of concern that Aizawa picked up on instantly. 

"If anything, I should be the one getting all the chores done on this end, since you're not here as much as I am. I don't want you working yourself too hard," you protested.

His head rested on top of yours, his hair tickling your skin lightly. "Still, I'd rather it be me than you," he said firmly. "Besides, it makes me feel bad knowing I'm making it so hard on you due to my workload." 

You sighed fondly. "You know I wouldn't mind helping out if I could." You stated, hoping to make it clear to him that you didn't mind. But there was nothing else you could say to change his mind, so you simply agreed with him with a small pout.

You carefully untangled yourself from his tight but gentle grip, searching for his eyes. "C'mon, sexy, go wash off the sweat and dirt that's clinging to your face. Dinner is gonna be ready soon," you told him with a soft voice.

He let out a tiny chuckle before walking towards the bathroom, a fond, small smile adorning his lips. You smiled at the warm feeling in your chest, and then went back to your cooking, the sound of running water following shortly thereafter.

As he retreated to the bathroom, a cascade of garments left in his wake, and the warmth of the shower soothed his sore muscles as he rinsed away the dust that had accumulated during his arduous workday.

Shower felt even better than normal after a tiring and long day, and his shoulders loosened as he stepped under the steaming showerhead. 

He had his eyes closed and his mouth partially open as he used it to breathe while the water poured over his head, rinsing the shampoo away from his scalp. It was an intimate and vulnerable moment. It was also calming.

After cleaning himself up, he stepped out to dry his body and get dressed in his sleepwear – a pair of loose pants and a simple t-shirt.

Upon checking to make sure everything was alright with his appearance, Aizawa stared at his reflection in the slightly fogged-up mirror. His gaze lingered on the unruly curtain of long bangs that veiled his eyes, now being an unintended consequence of neglect amid the demands of his work.

The weariness etched in his features was momentarily eclipsed by a bemused frown. Aizawa ran his fingers through the disheveled and damp strands, a silent acknowledgment of the overdue task at hand.

He brushed his hair, aware of how his bangs were almost reaching his chin. Putting the hairbrush down, he tried his best to comb them again with his fingers, trying to make his hair less wild and disorderly.

After a few minutes of struggling, he sighed exasperatedly, giving up his attempts. What good would a couple of extra combing do him anyway? It was getting too long. It was bound to become an issue sooner or later.

In defeat, Aizawa emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulders, his usually unkempt hair dripping slightly. He stood in the doorway again, gazing at you with a hint of weariness.

"Is dinner almost ready?" He inquired, his eyes flicking towards the culinary ballet that persisted while he was in the shower.

You glanced over your shoulder, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Almost. Just finishing up. Why? Hungry?"

He scratched the back of his head, a familiar gesture of contemplation. "Not just that," he admitted, his gaze turning to the bathroom's door for a moment. "I think it's time I did something about this." His hand gestured towards the curtain of his disheveled bangs.

Your eyes followed the unspoken cue, understanding what he meant. Setting down the spatula, you approached him, your fingers lightly grazing the strands that shielded his eyes.

"Want me to do something about it?" You asked, your tone teasing yet sincere. Aizawa's eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you, and he muttered. "If you don't mind."

You tiptoed, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek, and smiled. "Don't be shy," you murmured. With a gentle gesture, you guided him to a chair at the kitchen table, the aroma of the cooking dinner enveloping both of you.

As he sat down, you walked over to the bathroom, searching for a comb and for the box that held secure your sharp hair scissors.

"Ready for a change?" You teased, after coming back to the kitchen and getting closer to where he sat, standing in front of him. Your fingers ran softly through his damp hair.

Aizawa huffed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Just don't cut it too short, please. I like it longer."

The corners of your mouth quirked slightly, and you nodded in response, combing his hair in a bun before tying a elastic around it, securing the bun as a temporary fix to prevent his locks from getting in the dangerous way of the scissors.

As you moved on to combing his fringe next, you noticed Aizawa closing his eyes, the tension in his frame gradually decreasing. The sight warmed your heart, and the peaceful atmosphere settled around you as you focused on combing his hair, gently moving the comb through his bangs, careful not to damage it.

You gently lifted his chin to get a better look, and after a minute or two of gentle combing, your hand finally stopped its motion to reach for the scissors you had placed on the table. "Don't move now, okay?" You whispered gently, the words accompanied by a gentle touch to his head.

"Mhm," Aizawa hummed softly in agreement. He kept his eyes closed and continued motionless, the tactile sensation of hair falling gently through your hand heightened the intimacy of the moment.

He finally allowed himself to relax under your touch. The occasional snip of the shears resonated like a quiet melody, punctuating the soothing ambiance.

"You're surprisingly good at this," Aizawa remarked, breaking the comfortable silence.

You chuckled. "I've had some practice. Plus, it's a small way to take care of you." 

He hummed once again, his hands resting loosely on top of his lap, now completely relaxed.

You carefully trimmed away the last remaining locks of hair, brushing his hair until only half the mess remained.

After taking a small step back from your handy work, you admired it. "Done. I didn't cut it too much. It'll still keep its fluffy quality, don't worry."

Aizawa opened his eyes and gazed up to meet yours, and his eyes softened, his expression becoming more serene by the second. 

Taking the scissors from your hand and placing them back on the table, he grabbed your other hand into his, pulling it towards his lips in a gentle hold. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "Thank you. That was very kind of you."

You shook your head, smiling in amusement. "No need to thank me, love. We both know I'd help you with whatever you needed even without you saying anything. You deserve to be taken care of every once in awhile." You squeezed his hand slightly as he leaned forward, pressing another chaste kiss onto your knuckles, his stubble tickling the soft skin of your fingers.

After pulling away from touching your hands, he stood up, a gentle smile on his face. "Let's finish up with dinner," he said, ready to assist you.

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