𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

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a/n: happy Valentine's dayyy guysss. I don't really like feelings and fluff yet here I am, writing fluff in most of my stories. Mf it hurts to imagine these stuff lmao.

Also look on this fanart (not mine) I turned into a book over for a villain midoriya book. I don't know if I'm ever gonna write it. I just like to make covers lol. If anyone wants it cause you have plot ideas lemme knowww

Also THANKS FOR 100k tf?! Love u guys♥️♥️

~ 𐀔 chapter twenty-eight𐀔~

"I'm really sorry I won't get to come with you but as soon as I'm back in Japan you'll know. That's ok with you?"Aizawa said wrapping a scarf around your neck and you tried your best not to squirm away since being babied by him made your skin hot.

"It's okay you know. I'm considerate and I'm not clingy" you replied with a small smile which he mirrored as he breathed a laugh.

the trip was over before you knew it with the best moments passing by in seconds. In some ways it served its purpose to the fullest and the time you got to learn about aizawa more was when you were both alone.

infact, the night before, you both stayed up having slept out the day and wanting even more to make up for lost time.

even without sex everything felt intimate, almost overbearing you. it was new, hard to adjust to and scary.

you were even more conscious of him now than ever before and if it wasn't clear before, it was evident that there was something there.

he'll probably go ghost.

you couldn't help to think it, even as you stood by him near the smaller plane at the airport.

you would've at least gotten more time with him in the plane but there was a sudden change of plans when he had to make arrangements to visit one of his businesses in another country.

It wasn't unusual nor did it bother you, you just slightly kinda...perhaps wished that he didn't have to go.

though you'd never admit it out loud.

"I hope you don't think I'm planning an escape" he quirked a brow and settled a hand in his pocket.

"Escape where? A retirement home? I'll send flowers—ow ow alright sorry sorry" you yelped when he grabbed a hold of one of your fingers and began to bend it.

"Do I look like I'm anywhere close to retiring brat" he smiled with a slightly annoyed look as he loosened his grip.

"should I really answe— I'm joking!" you said holding his wrist with your other hand. somehow the darned bastard had learned that you were afraid of cracking your fingers and so he started to jokingly use it against you.