—Aizawa Shouta crushing on Y/N with the song “No.1 party anthem” by Arctic Monkeys
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•∘ɷ∘•°✿Summary: Many moments where it is shown that Aizawa has a crush on you and each situations matches the lyric or a part of the song ‘No.1 party anthem’
♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader
◁II▷Tags: Romance ; Slow Burn ; Friends to lovers ; MHA Fiction ; Longing Stares ; Yearning ; Missed Opportunities
••✎••Wordcount: 5.5k (I think)
‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊A/N: Guys I tried my best this is my first time doing this like if the various parts even match the lyrics? I DONT KNOW OK? But anyways I DO NOT CARE that the song isn’t a love song it is a love song in my eyes don’t annoy me. And the lyrics are not properly in order but I don’t care. Enjoy ☺️
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Aizawa had always thought of himself as someone who operated on autopilot. He’d been a pro hero for so long that it all blurred into the background. There were the usual routines: missions, paperwork, training, and the quiet exhaustion that followed. It was a life he’d grown accustomed to—efficient, detached, and focused on what mattered: the job.
Aizawa had always been a man of few words, someone who found solace in his solitude. He never really cared for the bright lights and attention that heroes sometimes attracted. So when you’d come into his life, a fellow pro, someone who didn’t care for the spotlight but still had that certain fire to them, it caught him off guard. The way you moved, the way you interacted with people—how effortlessly you navigated through life, always with a hint of mischief in your eyes—it was captivating, even when he tried to ignore it.
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“So you’re on the prowl wondering whether / She left already or not”
There was something about this particular night that felt off to Aizawa. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen, but the tension in the air suggested it was just a matter of time. Maybe it was the way the sky seemed so dark, or how the city hummed with energy, almost as if it was bracing for something.
But Aizawa wasn’t concerned with the weather. His thoughts always seemed to gravitate toward you, and tonight was no exception. You had been on his mind all day, even as he fought through the usual patrols, always keeping an eye out for any sign of trouble.
But trouble wasn’t what was on his mind now.
He found himself staring out over the edge of the rooftop, his eyes lost in the distant skyline. The city lights flickered below him, almost like they were keeping a rhythm. He had always been the type to sit in silence, to let the world pass him by. It was easier that way, less complicated.
But then, just as the night seemed to stretch on endlessly, there was a soft sound behind him. Aizawa didn’t need to turn around to know it was you. You had a way of moving so quietly, so effortlessly, that you could walk right into his life and he wouldn’t even hear it.
“Noticing something I’m missing?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper as you joined him on the rooftop.
You always had a way of sneaking up on him, catching him off guard in a way he didn’t quite mind.
“No,” he replied with a soft grunt. “Just thinking.”
You stood beside him, but not too close. Just enough to feel the steady hum of presence in the space between you. Aizawa didn’t want to admit it, but you had a way of invading his thoughts, even when he wasn’t fully aware of it. He couldn’t explain it. You didn’t try too hard to get into his head. It just… happened. And that scared him a little.
“I was thinking about how the city feels different tonight,” he said, his voice betraying the calm exterior he tried so hard to maintain.
You gave a soft laugh, almost as if you knew exactly what he was getting at. “It’s just a feeling,” you said, your eyes moving from the skyline to the ground far below. “Sometimes, the city just has that kind of energy. It’s electric. Makes you feel alive.”
Aizawa glanced at you, noticing the way the light reflected in your eyes, the coolness of the evening air barely affecting you. He never understood why you always seemed so unaffected by things. You took everything in stride, as though the weight of the world didn’t exist on your shoulders.
“Are you saying you feel the same way?” he asked quietly, looking at the way the shadows played across your face.
You shrugged, a nonchalant movement that only made him more curious. “Maybe. Maybe not. It’s just a feeling. You wouldn’t understand.”
There it was again—the familiar way you looked at him, like you were daring him to figure you out. You never made it easy for anyone. But for some reason, Aizawa didn’t want it to be easy. There was something about the mystery of you that kept pulling him in.
“You never make it easy,” he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you looked back at him, your gaze piercing and full of something he couldn’t quite place. There was a quiet understanding between you two, an unspoken connection that neither of you had acknowledged out loud. Not yet.
After a long pause, you finally spoke, breaking the tension with your usual wit. “That’s the point, Shouta.”
The way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine. Aizawa couldn’t tell if it was the way you pronounced it—almost like a challenge—or if it was the fact that you had a way of making everything feel significant, even the smallest details.
He couldn’t remember the last time someone had affected him this way.
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“Leather jacket, collar popped like Cantona / Never knowing when to stop”
The night continued, and as much as Aizawa tried to focus on the task at hand, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you two was changing. He wasn’t sure if it was the mission, the hours of working side by side, or the subtle shift in the way you interacted. But he could feel it, deep in his bones.
The two of you moved through the agency’s halls, the low hum of activity almost foreign to him. Aizawa preferred the quieter spaces, the ones that allowed him to think, to breathe. But tonight, with you by his side, everything felt different.
You were talking—about some trivial detail from a past mission, he assumed—but Aizawa didn’t hear a word. He was too distracted by the way you moved. You wore that leather jacket like you owned the world, the collar popped just enough to make you look untouchable. Your presence was magnetic, pulling him in with every step.
“Shouta?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“You’re spacing out again,” you teased. “I was telling you about my plan for the next mission. Focus.”
Aizawa offered a half-smile, his eyes betraying him. “Sorry. I was thinking.”
You always asked the right questions, as if you knew exactly how to get under his skin. He didn’t know how you managed it, but you did. And it drove him crazy in the best way.
“About you,” he muttered.
You didn’t pause. “What about me?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he kept walking beside you, his thoughts racing.
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“Sunglasses indoor is par for the course Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls”
The mission was finally over, and the team had retired to one of their usual hangouts to relax. But Aizawa wasn’t in the mood for company. He had always preferred solitude, and tonight, the noise of everyone else felt like too much.
He stepped out of the crowded space and into the cool night air, hoping for a moment of peace. But he wasn’t alone for long.
There you were again—standing in the doorway of the building, your sunglasses perched on your head despite it being late at night. You had that same look in your eyes, the one that said you knew exactly what you wanted, and no one could stop you from getting it.
“You should probably take those off,” Aizawa said with a half-smirk as you walked toward him.
You shrugged, your cool demeanor never wavering. “Why? They make me look good.”
Aizawa couldn’t argue with that. You always looked good. He hated the way that fact kept running through his mind. He hated how you were always so effortlessly attractive without even trying.
You took a drag from your cigarette, and Aizawa couldn’t help but watch the way the smoke curled from your lips. It was hypnotic in a way he couldn’t explain. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing in the quiet.
“I don’t like crowds,” you said after a while. “They’re too loud. Too much noise.”
Aizawa nodded, understanding exactly what you meant. It was why he often retreated to the quiet corners of the world, the places where only silence and shadows kept him company. But with you, it was different.
You made the silence feel… comfortable. Like he could just exist without the need for explanations.
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“She’s having a sly indoor smoke and she calls the folks who run this, her oldest friends”
Later that evening, you led Aizawa back inside, the sounds of the party still raging in the background. You moved through the crowd with ease, your calm demeanor cutting through the chaos like a knife.
Aizawa watched you, admiring the way you handled everything around you. People gravitated toward you, yet you never seemed to care. It was something he envied, something he couldn’t quite replicate.
You stopped in front of the bar, exchanging a few words with the bartender. Aizawa could see you making connections, your easy confidence allowing you to slip into any conversation without a second thought. You were a master at it.
But Aizawa knew you didn’t let just anyone in. There was a distance to you, a wall that few could breach. And yet, he’d always felt like you saw him in a way others didn’t.
You turned back to him, your eyes narrowing slightly as if you were studying him. “You don’t belong here, do you?”
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “I belong wherever I want to be.”
You smirked, but it wasn’t one of your usual playful smiles. This one was different, almost knowing.
“Maybe. But tonight, I think you belong with me.”
For a moment, Aizawa froze. It wasn’t often someone spoke to him like that—like they understood exactly what he needed, even if he didn’t fully understand it himself. He wanted to say something in response, but the words didn’t come.
Instead, he simply nodded, and for the first time that night, he let the moment linger.
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“Sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes as all the signals are sent, her eyes invite you to approach”
You didn’t speak for a while. Instead, you sipped your drink, laughing at something that no one else seemed to understand. Aizawa noticed how others were drawn to you, to the energy you exuded without even trying.
It was magnetic. Impossible to ignore.
When you looked back at him, your eyes were full of something he couldn’t name. Something that made his heart race, something that made him want to step closer.
“You’re quiet tonight,” you remarked, as though it wasn’t an observation but a challenge.
Aizawa glanced at you, but he didn’t respond right away. He didn’t know what to say. Every time you were around, he found himself lost in the details, in the way your presence seemed to overwhelm him.
“You know,” you continued, leaning in slightly, “you don’t have to say anything. I already know what you’re thinking.”
Aizawa frowned slightly, trying to hide the way your words affected him. But you didn’t give him the chance.
Your eyes spoke for you, and in that moment, it felt like the whole world shifted.
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“The look of love, the rush of blood, the ‘She’s with me’ is the Gallic shrug”
There was a moment, right then, in the midst of all the noise, the laughter, the cluttered space, when Aizawa found himself staring at you again. The entire room had blurred out, the faces of his colleagues and strangers fading into the background. All that remained was the way the soft light illuminated your features and the distinct feeling of your presence.
It wasn’t something he could explain. Not easily, at least. He hadn’t even realized when it happened, but somehow, everything about you—the subtle way you moved, the confidence with which you navigated the chaos of the night, the way your eyes locked with his across the room—it made him feel something that was not quite like anything he had ever experienced before.
He couldn’t recall the last time someone had made him feel this alive, and he hated how much that realization affected him.
You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze with an ease that made Aizawa’s heart skip a beat. He quickly averted his eyes, but not before seeing that faint, almost imperceptible smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips.
“What’s that look about?” you asked, your voice cutting through the loud chatter around you.
He could feel the weight of your stare even though he wasn’t looking at you. His body betrayed him as he found himself reacting to your presence more than he should. He hated how vulnerable it made him feel, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but be drawn to it.
“Just admiring how you command the room,” he said, his voice steady, though he couldn’t fully mask the change in the atmosphere between you two. It was electric now, the kind of charge that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
You chuckled softly, a knowing glint in your eyes. “I have my ways.”
Aizawa smirked, the tension between you two palpable. The words didn’t need to be spoken, but he knew. You knew.
And then you leaned just slightly toward him, the briefest movement, just enough for him to feel it. You weren’t just talking to him like a colleague, like a friend. There was something in your gaze now, something that hinted at more.
“She’s with me,” you murmured under your breath, your voice barely audible above the noise, yet somehow, Aizawa could hear it clearly.
Aizawa’s breath hitched at the words, at the intensity behind them. They weren’t just words. They were a challenge. A statement of possession, but not in the usual way. No, there was something more to it. Something deeper. And though he wanted to pretend it didn’t affect him, he could feel the rush of blood to his face. He couldn’t remember a time when someone had made him feel this vulnerable, this exposed.
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“The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus, the black and white and the color dodge
The moment lingered, yet the noise around them seemed to only grow louder. The party didn’t stop for the connection that had sparked between Aizawa and you. The flashing lights from the cameras bounced off the walls, casting fleeting moments of brightness across the dim room. Shutterbugs, flashes, people posing and capturing moments for social media. It felt like the world had turned into one big photo album for everyone around them, but Aizawa and you remained in your own bubble, untouched by the distractions.
Still, there was something about the way you held yourself in that light that made him pause. You weren’t interested in the superficiality of the camera’s lens. You didn’t need validation from the world. The only thing that mattered was what was between the two of you.
Aizawa watched you, transfixed as you pulled out your phone and casually snapped a few pictures.
“Not much of a camera person,” he remarked, unsure why he was even commenting on it. It was an odd subject to bring up, but something about the way you framed the world in your photos intrigued him.
You raised an eyebrow, the faintest smile tugging at your lips. “I like capturing moments that other people overlook. It’s not about the picture, Shouta. It’s about the memory.”
The words struck him. You didn’t just observe the world—you experienced it. You took everything in, every little detail, as though it was something worthy of holding onto. In a way, he envied that. He never took the time to stop and appreciate the small things.
But you? You saw everything. You noticed what others missed.
Your gaze shifted to him then, locking eyes once again as you raised your phone, the flash going off in an instant.
It caught him off guard. The click of the camera was sharp, unexpected, and the way you captured him, frozen in time under the flash, made something stir deep within him.
“Do you even know how good you look in that picture?” you said, almost teasing him as you glanced at your phone.
Aizawa didn’t answer immediately. For once, he couldn’t find the words.
Instead, he simply stared at you, allowing himself to be pulled into the moment. This was a side of you he hadn’t seen before. The playful, the unbothered, the one who reveled in the fleeting beauty of the moment. And somehow, without realizing it, you had captured him in that image.
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“The good time girls, the cubicles, the house of fun, the number one”
Hours had passed, and though the crowd had thinned, the atmosphere remained the same. It had shifted from chaotic to something quieter, but the energy was still thick between the two of them.
Aizawa was no longer hiding behind his usual walls. Not with you. Not now. He couldn’t help but notice how your energy had shifted, how you moved through the space like you owned it, like you knew exactly what you wanted.
But what did you want? Aizawa found himself wondering this as you glanced over your shoulder toward him, inviting him to follow.
The two of you navigated through the maze of cubicles, away from the clattering noise of the larger gathering. The further you moved from the main party, the quieter it became. There was a sense of intimacy here, in the soft glow of dimly lit hallways and the hush of retreating footsteps.
“Do you always disappear like this?” Aizawa asked, though he already knew the answer. You weren’t someone who could be easily tied down. You never stayed in one place for long.
You paused, turning to face him with a mischievous grin. “Only when I find someone worth disappearing with.”
Aizawa felt something stir within him at your words. The slight tilt of your head, the way your eyes didn’t leave his—everything about this moment felt like an unspoken invitation.
He wasn’t sure how long it would last, this connection, but for once, he wasn’t questioning it. He wasn’t overthinking.
You were the one person who could pull him away from everything, and for that, he was grateful. Because when it came to you, he didn’t need to understand it all. He just needed to be in it.
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“Before the moment’s gone, Number one party anthem”
The final part of the night came too soon. The space between you both seemed to grow shorter, the energy intensifying as the moments stretched on. And then, just as quickly, it seemed as if the moment had arrived to leave.
But you didn’t want to go. Neither did Aizawa.
As you stood there, side by side, there was a quiet understanding. You had captured him. And he, in turn, had found himself captured by you.
It was in the small moments—the way you pulled him from the crowd, the way you made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Aizawa wasn’t one for grand gestures or spoken words. But with you, he didn’t need to say anything. The moment spoke for itself.
In the end, it wasn’t the camera flashes, the noise, or the people around them. It was the two of them. Together. And that was all that mattered.
The night wasn’t over, but for Aizawa and you, it had already become something unforgettable.
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“Come on, come on, come on before the moment’s gone”
Aizawa never rushed anything. Not in battle, not in conversation, not even in love.
But last night had tested that patience in a way he didn’t quite understand.
Because there had been a moment—just one—where he had almost reached for you. Almost closed the distance. Almost let himself fall into the gravity of you.
Like smoke slipping between his fingers, the moment passed too quickly. The warmth of the night, the quiet understanding, the way your eyes had softened just slightly when you looked at him—it had been right there. And yet, he hesitated.
Hesitated because he knew what it meant.
Because Aizawa didn’t do things halfway. If he gave in, if he let himself go to you, it wouldn’t just be a fleeting thing. It wouldn’t be a reckless decision made under the haze of late-night exhaustion and too many glances exchanged across a crowded room.
It would be real. Permanent.
And maybe that’s why he let the moment pass.
Maybe that’s why, when you stood there at the end of the night, the question unspoken in your eyes, Aizawa had only given you a lingering look before muttering something about an early patrol shift.
You had smiled—small, knowing, unreadable. You always saw through him.
“See you around, Shouta.”
The words had stuck with him. The finality of them. Because they hadn’t meant goodbye. They hadn’t meant anything that simple.
They had meant: Come on, before the moment’s gone.
And now, in the quiet of the morning, with nothing but the sound of rain and the faint glow of his phone screen lighting up the dark, Aizawa knew.
Knew that if the moment came again, he wouldn’t let it pass.
