Not weird at all, love!! I hope you're feeling better! Love ya!🫶🏼💖

Shota would be very stubborn. Despite his body aching for a moment's worth of rest, he'd find a way to haul himself off bed and get ready to work. Thankfully, however, he has you to ease him back to his pillows and tuck him under the blankets.

He'd complain at first, trying to convince you that he's fine and well enough to push through some work, but he knows it won't work. Reluctantly, he gives in to your soothing words and gentle touches, letting his exhaustion sink into his bones.

The rest of the day would pass in a blur for him, but he remembers you. He remembers the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair, tying it back in a bun. He remembers the sweet pressing of your lips on his cheek whenever you excused yourself to refill his glass of water. He remembers the sweet melody of your voice as you spoke hushed coos into his ears and the way you'd gently encourage him to sip on the spoonfuls of soup you'd brought up to his lips.

He'd spend the day caught in a feverish state, stumbling between unconsciousness and his few waking moments. Still, in his few moments of clarity, he could see you— his sweet angel with a smile that made his heart flutter. And that was all he ever needed.

Shota grumbled into his pillow, inky hair cascading over his face. He could be so stubborn.

You tugged at his arms, shaking the man out of his slumber with a pout. "C'mon, I got ready because you said we'd be out of the house early!"

Barely cracking his eyes open, your love peered up at you with sleepy adoration, his lips settling in a lazy smile. "One kiss and I'll be up, promised."

A flutter of warmth tickled your chest as you smiled down at him. He could be such a tease when he'd barely shaken off the night's sleep. You cherished this part of him.

Leaning down, your lips met his in a gentle display of love. He hummed into the kiss, breaking out into a smile. Pulling away left him dazed; a love sick man.

"Okay, I'm awake now." He breathed, finally allowing to be pulled away from his sheets.

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My current headcanon for Aizawa?

The man is a hardcore book nerd. He actually goes to Book Club every Saturday, meeting up with some old ladies he once bumped into at a café while having his nose stuck in a book. The ladies bring the sweets, and he brings the coffee. He sometimes invites them over to his place to have their weekly meetings, enjoying how it fills his home with life and joy.

He's read the classics. Jane Austen. Shakespeare. Stephen King. He's got the books nicely lined up on the bookshelf by his living room. But he's also read the classics. Rick Riordan. Suzanne Collins. James Dashner. Yeah, he knows what the kids are into these days, and he has to admit he likes them too. He's passionate about book-to-movie adaptations, though he will restrain himself from going on a rant unless prompted for his opinion. He despises the Divergent movies. He enjoys the Hunger Games, but it hits too close to home.

He enjoys whenever Midoriya pops into class with a new book in hand. The kid might be too long-winded, but you can bet Aizawa will soon be on his way to the bookstore to find a copy of the book Midoriya had talked about.

And meeting you? He couldn't shake the joy that bloomed in his chest when you first entered his home, rushing to the bookshelf the second you spotted it. You spent nearly an hour talking about some books you recognized, pointing out others you'd wanted to read but hadn't had the chance to yet. He was quick to lend you some, as many as you wanted.

Also, his books are carefully annotated and highlighted. He's got a color code for his tabs and highlighters. His writing is carefully scribbled on the pages of every book he owns.

Rest Your Dreams On Me

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none♡

Word Count: 1,813

Description: Rain, thunder and ruined plans for date night. When a night-long downpour keeps you huddled up inside, Shota takes it upon himself to offer you a night full of love and relaxation.

Author's note: I had such a sweet time writing this one! This piece was inspired by Evangeline by Stephen Sanchez— it's such a sweet song and I've been having it on repeat lately🥺💕 I hope you enjoy!

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"It's raining," you sighed, shoulders drooping as you watched the heavens opening its rivers to the world. The rumble of thunder echoed through the air, pulling a frown from your lips. 

Shota joined you by the window, the scent of his cologne a beautifully intoxicating thing as it mingled with the aroma of cool rain. Dark eyes flickered towards you. "We won't be able to go out if it continues like this," The downhearted look in your eyes tugged at his heart. With an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you toward his chest, letting his chin rest over your head. "We'll figure something out, angel."

Snippet from an upcoming Aizawa x Reader fic!! Finally sat down for some writing and this one's so sweet I swear 🥺🤲🏼💖

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I think Levi might initially mistake being lovingly spoiled with pity. He didn't grow up with much of anything— most of his youth was spent wondering if he'd be able to scrap up enough to have at least meal or two. Even life within the Scout Regiment was full of uncertainty and wavering resources. Not a single thing could be wasted and the luxry of having seconds at dinner wasn't something common for him or anyone else. So when you come into his life and start dropping gift after gift on his lap, he misreads your kindness. He eventually confronted you about it and, even he had to admit, it came out angrier than he expected. He hadn't meant to sound ungrateful, but his doubts present themselves as defensiveness and he didn't quite know what to do when your smile dropped. After talking it over, he soon realized that it was simply your form of showing love. Words were never your forte, but you did love choosing gifts that reminded you of him. It was your way of showing that he was always on your mind. Little did you know he had every single gift neatly put away, and he often looked through them fondly and with care.

Aizawa wouldn't quite know how to react. For the most part, he'd always been a pretty low maintainance person, so he never indulged much in buying stuff for himself. Easy to say he was taken aback when he first received a gift from you. He didn't quite understand why you kept giving him such nice stuff, but he cherished every little detail. He's not too good with words, but he'd show his appreciation with little handwritten notes and a little gift that always await your return by the kitchen counter. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel undeserving of your gifts, but it felt nice to be cared for and thought of. Most of the time, he'd spend a good while admiring whatever new trinket you'd gotten him, his gaze softening with something warm. He treasures it all.

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Never as Planned (Aizawa x Villain!Hero)

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Only You (Aizawa x Reader)

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Blessing (Aizawa x Reader)

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A Love Like Yours (Aizawa x Reader)

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Till the Very End (Aizawa x Vigilante!Reader)

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Take this with a good pound of comfort content😌💕

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Silver Linings (Aizawa x Reader)

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I'M IN TEARS C'MON HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME😭😭😭

🛑 THIS ONE CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM MHA SEASON 6 🛑

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In the Stars (Aizawa x Reader)

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Rosy Cheeks (Aizawa x Reader)

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Reaching Out To You (Aizawa x Reader)

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Ooooh I LOVE EXPLORING A CHARACTER'S EMOTIONAL DEPTH HEHEHE

I think Levi would still try to hold his tears back even after spending so much time with his s/o. Humanity's Strongest isn't supposed to cry, that's what he always believed. Sometimes it's difficult for him to separate the soldier from the man. All his life he'd been fighting— he never had much time to allow himself the luxury of being vulnerable, much less around others. But the tears do slip when he's too drained to acknowledge the crumbling of his composure. It starts with a lone tear, and when his s/o notices, he's dragged to his room so he can cry away from the public eye. His cries are silent at first, with shaking shoulders, red-rimmed eyes and fluttering hands. He'd try anything to keep himself from shattering, but it doesn't work. It isn't until his s/o pulls him into a hug that he allows the first of many sobs erupt from his lips. He shamelessly cries once in his loves embrace.

Aizawa would try to deal with it on his own, though he isn't uncomfortable crying infront of his s/o. He just doesn't want to bother anyone with his emotions. People are busy and dealing with their own stuff, he doesn't feel like adding another burden. His breaking point would first present itself as a flutter of anxiety at first. Keeping things to himself for too long makes him antsy— he'd look for ways to distract himself, but that only pushes him closer towards the edge. His first tear comes when his s/o asks if he's okay. He doesn't have an answer that doesn't feel like a lie. He'd stutter and falter trying to explain his emotions, his frustration boiling over until more tears are spilling from his eyes. His cries wouldn't be loud of broken, they'd be trembling little things that escape him as he releases the air lodged in his chest. He'd cry like that in his s/o's embrace until he'd tired himself out enough to fall asleep.

Woah😭 Thats has ME stressed out😭😭

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Levi would certainly be the most anxious he'd ever been. There's so much wrong in the world and a soft, hesitant promise of tomorrow. He'd be terrified. He doesn't know the first thing about being a father— hell, he doesn't even know what it's like to have one. How could he ever hope to be a good one for the saplings of life growing within his love? He'd grow immensely protective of his partner, always near and always gentle. Truth of the matter was, he didn't know how this would all play out. But he's not alone in this. He's got the love of his life by his side, as he has his squad to jump in whenever he falters.

Aizawa would be a wreck, but he'd mask it quite well until his emotions got the better of him. He'd be so worried about even the smallest of details. He finds peace in knowing that there are several people he trusts who are willing to lend a hand whenever he's bitten off more than he could chew. This poor man will find any excuse to be near his love during the pregnancy, declaring a self-care night five out of the seven days of the week. It also helps to have Eri, Shinso and Mic around. The world seems a bit lighter whenever they're around.