Aizawa x Reader One-Shots

Roadtrip

A/N- So sorry about missing Tuesday's update! I totally forgot and I didn't have any drafts to post. Thank you all for your ideas and suggestions! I was in a deep writer's block, but thanks to you all, I'm so excited to write more!

So, here's one suggested by @drugsrn! Thank you so much for your suggestion.

"Are we there yet?!" Oboro whined from the back seat.

You, Aizawa, and the kids were on your way to Aizawa's family's house for the holidays. Eri was quietly coloring in her seat, munching on her snack, and enjoying the ride. Oboro, on the other hand, was extremely impatient. He had asked this question 4 times in the past five minutes. His seat was covered in crumbs and his coloring book on the floor.

Shota clutched the steering wheel a little tighter and sighed, eyes burning from staring at the road so long.

"Oboro, my child, my flesh and blood," Shota started, voice rising slightly, "if you ask that question one more time I will make sure this ride takes 3 days instead of 7 hours."

You chuckled, watching Oboro cross his arms in defeat and settle back in his seat.

You giggled and looked to Shota, seeing him fiddling with the music. You reached over and took over for him, starting a new playlist and turning the volume up a little.

Shota hummed in thanks and started singing softly to the song Carry on Wayward Son. You chuckled and joined in, harmonizing with him.

The moment was interrupted by a louder, less harmonious voice joining in. Oboro had decided to join in the singing. His loud, off-key voice made you and Shota laugh as he sang his little heart out on the chorus.

Eri whined and covered her ears to shield her from the noise of Oboro singing. She slapped one of her hands on his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

"Oboro," she said softly, " I love hearing you sing, please don't sing so loud."

Oboro let out a muffled "okay" behind her hand before she let her hand down, slouching back into her seat as he continued to sing a bit quieter this time.

Shota chuckled, having watched them through the rear-view mirror. You rest your head on his shoulder as he continues to drive, occasionally humming or singing to songs on the radio. Looking up at him, you give hima quick kiss on the cheek. He grabs one of your hands in his and pulls it to his mouth, giving it a kiss while keeping his eyes on the road. He squeezes your hand and gives it back to you, returning both his hands to the steering wheel.

After a few minutes of relative silence and peace, you hear a whine come from the back.

"Are we there yet?!"