The way this has been sitting in my drafts partially finished for a year and a half... Girl I'm so sorry sjdhjhdhdg

"We should consider getting married for the tax benefits."

You sit up, abandoning your magazine and staring across the couch to where Shota sat on the other end, tapping away at his clunky, old laptop. "I'm sorry?"

"The tax benefits- married couples file jointly which means-"

"No, I know about joint filing," you say, pulling your legs to your chest. "That's how you're proposing to me?"

In the three and a half years you've been together, you don't think you've ever seen Shota look scared. To his credit, it's subtle. Frozen features aside from his eyes widening to saucers. The man was too stunned to speak, it seemed.

"I mean, I know we've always been pretty casual about milestones," you say as you stand, grabbing your wine glass from the coffee table and heading to the kitchen for a much needed refill. "You never really asked me to be your girlfriend," you continue as you pour, "I gradually moved in to your place over a matter of months, but-" you set the wine bottle down just a little heavier than you meant to. "For taxes? You're saying you want to marry me for taxes? I mean, don't I at least deserve a ring?"

Shota closed his laptop slowly, slipping your fluffy blanket off his legs, and trudged off into the bedroom without a word. Your blood started to bubble, on the verge of boiling, and you took a hefty gulp of wine. When Shota emerged from the bedroom again he had the decency to look apologetic.

And then he puts a little black box on the counter.

Your jaw grinds a little. "What's this?"

Sure enough, when he opens the box there's a ring inside. The perfect ring, actually. You didn't think he'd really paid attention in the past when you made little comments about what you did or didn't like in an engagement ring, what metal, what stone, what shape- but it was all correct.

"I wasn't-" he sighs heavily, running a hand over his face before he folds in on himself and hunches over the counter. "That wasn't the proposal. The proposal was going to be something nice. Something with a nice dinner and a stroll through the botanical gardens, or breakfast in bed on a trip to the countryside. This was supposed to be the conversation to make sure we were on the same page."

You took a deep breath. "Of course we're on the same page. Do you think we'd still be together after all this time if I didn't want to marry you?"

"I didn't want to think, I wanted to know. In your words." He raises up again, taking your left hand in both of his. His thumbs ran over your bare knuckles gently, a sense of hesitancy in his touch.

"Well you definitely weren't thinking, that's for sure," you mumble, trying to ease the tension.

"Clearly I wasn't."

You purse your lips. "The botanical gardens?" You ask.

"You said a few months ago that you always mean to go but never do."

The corners of your mouth lift a little. "Breakfast? In the countryside?"

"You love breakfast foods," he answers. "And those cows with the long hair-"

"Highland cows," you correct.

"Highland cows," he repeats. "You're always showing me videos of them."

Any bubbling, boiling anger has evaporated. Maybe you should have heard him out just a little before jumping to conclusions.

"It's a beautiful ring," you comment.

"It's custom," he tells you. "Do you want to put it on?"

"I don't know..." you sigh, "... I like the sound of that whole garden walk and countryside breakfast stuff."

"How about this," he says, plucking the ring out of the box with one hand while the other cradles your fingers so delicately. "You wear this now, and we'll do those things to celebrate the engagement. And I'll buy you some jewelry to match your new ring to give you then. That sound alright to you?"

You smile and nudge the ring with the appropriate finger, urging him to slide it on.

"You can pay for it with the money we'll save on taxes."

He sighs in that familiar exhausted fondness you've grown used to over the years.

"I'll never live this down, will I?"

You lean in and kiss him firmly. "Til death do we part, my love."

𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝐴𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑎 𝑥 𝐺𝑁! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

A/N: I hope this is fluffy and cute enough but I genuinely can't tell if my writing is emotionally touching

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

Cicades buzz outside, filling the internal void of silence. The lights were out in every home, which should've meant you should've been asleep.

But you couldn't.

Not when he wasn't.

shouta aizawa x fem reader !!

on a rare day off, shouta aizawa and you share a slow, quiet morning wrapped in each other’s warmth. from tangled sheets to stolen pancakes and soft naps on the couch, your love unfolds in small, domestic rituals—gentle touches, shared silence, and whispered confessions. built on years of survival and quiet sacrifice, your bond is steady and healing.

cw: none (just tooth-rotting sweetness and some bare chest moments)

9 ☾ Bandages / Shota Aizawa !!

DAY 9 OF FLUFFTOBER!

Summary!

a/n i dont remember much ab the USJ arc, I think Aizawa was treated in an actual hospital but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FANFICTION!!!

flufftober masterlist!

You only started working for UA one month before, just before the first day of school. You worked closely with Recovery Girl in the nurse's office. With your quirk being healing-related, it was only natural. But you never could've imagined a class trip gone wrong being your first real taste of helping the injured.

You had helped with minor incidents before, you bandaged Midoriya's finger on his first day of school and then again after his battle training class. Those injuries weren't minor per se, but Recovery Girl could help him out to the point when you needed to do your job, it wasn't as gross.

However, when a half-dead, elbow-shattered, bleeding-headed man and fellow UA staff got put on your hospital bed(the day after the event), you were confused and on the verge of throwing up, to say the least. "Uh, Ms. Shuzenji? What's... uh up?" You stuttered, averting your eyes from class A's homeroom teacher.

"I need you to wrap him up, dearie. I did all the healing I could," Recovery Girl kindly explained.

Startled, you quickly nodded. "OH! Um sure!" Recovery Girl nodded and walked away to the other patient in the room; All Might. You grabbed an abundance of bandages and walked back to Aizawa, who was stirring awake. You bowed at the man 4 years your senior, "Good afternoon, sir! I'm rewrapping your bandages." Aizawa said nothing and tried to sit up to make your job easier. He winced and fell back onto the bed. Quickly, you put the bandages down and guided him to sit up. "You okay? It doesn't hurt too bad, right?"

Aizawa shook his head, "No. I'm okay." He touched his forehead and showed you the blood on his finger. "Do you want to clean this?" It was rhetorical.

"Right!" You nodded and rushed away to get a cloth.

"Is she a new assistant?" Aizawa asked Recovery Girl, who was scolding All Might.

Stopping her scolding, Chiyo turned to face Aizawa, "Oh yes. Young L/n was appointed as my new assistant. Her quirk lets her see what an X-ray would. She's also nifty with bandages."

Aizawa nodded, "How old is she?"

Chiyo looked at him smugly, "26."

Noticing her stare, Aizawa rolled his eyes and said nothing further. You came running back in and huffed, out of breath, with a wet cloth. "Okay! Are you alright with me getting close to you?"

Aizawa shrugged, "Can't do your job without doing that, right?"

You nodded and pushed his hair back, showing his bleeding hairline to you. Aizawa was a little taken aback and quickly averted his eyes and tried to push the rush of red that threatened to cover his cheeks away. Tactfully, you cleaned his hairline of the blood. Once cleaned, you backed away slightly and smiled at him. "There! Now I can wrap you up."

"Yeah, thanks," Aizawa replied, his blush deepened at your words. "You can uh, back up now."

"Oh right! Sorry!" You apologized, comprehending your close proximity (only 3 inches from his face). Aizawa shrugged again, trying to act nonchalant. Nothing else was said as you wrapped the man from head to toe in bandages. "There!"

Looking down at himself, Aizawa nodded. "Thanks, L/n."

"Of course, Mr. Aizawa," You bowed politely.

Aizawa shook his head, "Just Aizawa is fine."

"Ok! Well, can I be honest?"

Quirking a brow, Aizawa nodded, "Yeah, sure."

"You look like a mummy!" You said with a hearty laugh. Aizawa glared at you but couldn't help but smile faintly at your joy.

"Isn't it your bandage job that's making me look 'like a mummy'?" Aizawa bantered.

Your eyes widened, "Oh! I guess you're right!" An idea sparked in your head. "How about I take you out to apologize, Mummy man?"

Aizawa, fully taken aback, was thankful for the bandages covering his face - which in turn covered the furious blush on his face. "Sure, whatever, weirdo."

"Great!" You shot him a lopsided smile.

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Dating shōta aizawa <3

Part1

You lean against the doorframe of your shared room, smiling sweetly as you watch him fast asleep.

The first rays of today's light are seeping through the curtains to cascade an illuminating beauty upon his bare skin. He looks relaxed, defenseless, a rare sight that you pray to engrave in your memory for eternity.

One arm is over his torso while the other is tucked under the fluffy pillow you recommend in order for him to experience a peaceful slumber, which by the looks of it, seems to be working.

The steady rise and fall of his lean chest catches your eye, he is undeniably comfortable in his surroundings, soft snores and relaxed expression are giving you the same sense of tranquility he's emitting.

Your gaze travels to the huge clock hanging on the opposite wall, surprised to read it's past ten o'clock.

It's unusual for him to sleep in, regardless of it being a day off or otherwise, it's expected however, following your last night's wild and unholy activities that left you both drained, fuzzy and satisfied.

You bite down on your lip as the memory of him flipping your world and messing your insides -all night long- crosses your mind.

A sudden wave of heat washes over you, and a familiar carnal desire revisits your senses, it's time for him to wake up anyway, so why not make it interesting?

Shouta knows that he loves you. He knows it in the way that he gets lightheaded whenever you look up at him from your book. He knows it in the way that his skin feels too hot whenever you hold onto his arm in the grocery store. He knows it in the way that he lets out a content sigh every time that he sees your clothes mixed together in the laundry. He knows it in the way that he smiles whenever your name pops up on his phone’s screen. And in the way that you grumble at him every time he wakes you in the morning to say his goodbyes.

Shouta knows that he loves you in the way that he feels his heart jump in his chest whenever his students are nosey and ask about you. He knows it in the way that your smile after three glasses of wine makes him feel like the drunk one. He knows it in the way that your made-up songs directed toward your cat are sometimes the best part of his day. He knows it in the way that you both know how the other takes their coffee. He knows it in the way that his name rolling off the tip of your tongue is the sweetest sound that he’s ever heard. And in the way that his hand instinctively reaches out for yours in the middle of the night.

Shouta knows that he loves you in the way that something always feels a bit off whenever you aren’t around. He knows it in the way that he cherishes how you hold him after he gets in from a long day of patrolling, and how he laughs when you refuse to let go of him after an even longer mission. He knows that he loves you in the way that he can’t imagine a life without you. He knows it in the way that he simply wishes to be by your side always.

Shouta knows that he loves you. He just hopes to god that you know it, too.

Y/n: "Aizawa! Have you seen Kiko anywhere?"

Aizawa: "Nah, he's probably asleep on our bed."

Y/n: "He isn't there"

Aizawa: "Well, then he is probably hiding somewhere. You gotta let him come to you."

Y/n: "Yeah, sure. Look at your lap."

Aizawa looked at his lap, and to a surprise, Kiko was asleep on his lap.

Aizawa: "Oh yeah, I had Kiko the whole time, sorry love."

Y/n: "🙄"

A/n: Im getting there 😭❤ This one is short, sorry.