Daddy's Good Little Girl--Aizawa x Reader

Part 8- Ready.

***NOTE: There is not much sexual stuff in this chapter, but I thought it was cute, and part of the plot that I am now somehow developing (this was not the plan, but I am a novelist at heart, what can I say?). So yes, if you are only here for smut, the next chapter will have that. But if you enjoy plot, here you go. :) ***

Although school had begun again, I continued to do nighttime training sessions with Aizawa. I was unsurprisingly getting much better at using my quirk; I mean, I was training with a pro-hero. He seemed to compliment me more than he had initially. That could mean I was improving or that he felt more comfortable flattering me now that we were intimate with one another. Either way, it was nice to see his signature glare break into something much sweeter and more genuine.

It was a boring Tuesday, and I arrived at the training room at 8:00pm. It was early enough that it would not interact with either of our sleep schedules, but late enough that other students would more than likely not need the space.

He was already there, wrapped up in his sleeping bag in the corner. I chuckled and tiptoed over to him. Kissing his forehead lightly, I whispered "Wake up, Shota," His eyes flickered open. He tensed up, but relaxed after realizing the speaker was me.

His face melted into a tired smile. Pulling me close, he planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek, eyes still half-closed. I giggled, pulling away as he slipped out of his sleeping bag to stand up.

"Let's not train today," he said, his voice husky from waking up. "I want to do something special for you. Get dressed and ready and meet me outside your dorm in an hour and a half. Formal clothing." He said nothing more before gathering his sleeping bag in his arms and walking out the door.

I stood on the training mat for a second, slightly confused, before I jumped to action.

I hopped in the shower immediately, scrubbing the day's sweat and grease away. It had been a rough day in terms of in-class training. All-Might had worked the class hard.

I stepped out of the shower, applying lotion to my bare skin, spritzing perfume on before slipping into my undergarments. I had chosen red, adorned with lace and small bows on the sides.

Feeling pretty, I stepped back into my dorm to find Mina standing there with her arms crossed. She looked me up and down for a split second before her expression contorted to anger.

"You have a HOT DATE and didn't TELL ME??!?!?!" She was getting loud. I ran over to her, covering her mouth. She glared daggers at me.

"Shhhh..." I listened for footsteps outside and looked back at her. "I just found out. Can you help me get ready and decide what to wear?"

She smiled, taking my hand off of her face. "Oh of course, y/n" she said, faking sweetness. Expression serious, she stated calmly, "and if you ever leave me out of your date plans again, your date will be so acid-burned that-"

"Okay," I cut her off, drawing out the word. "I understand, I'm sorry Mina. I love you." She grinned, placing her hand on my back to lead me to the bathroom.

She sighed. "I love you too, y/n. And you're lucky I do."

The next 30 minutes consisted of her blow-drying my hair, styling it (she only burned me four times this time), spritzing me with all kinds of perfume, and spilling so much gossip. Apparently Kachaan used to do tap dance in elementary school... The blackmail potential I had was astronomical. At 9:00, it was time to select my outfit.

"He said it was formal, right?" We were looking through my full closet.

"Yes, although I have no idea what that entails."

"Hmmm... well do you want to look feminine or masculine?"

"Can... is there a mix of both?" I asked, unsure. She grinned.

"I can absolutely do that."

At 9:30, I was standing outside my dorm room, waiting for Aizawa. Mina had picked out a wonderful outfit for me, and then promptly headed to hang out in bed until I got home. I was adorned in black head-to-toe, a nice velvet blazer-miniskirt set with a lacy red undershirt, ruffled red crew socks, and platform mary Janes. I was hoping it was not too much. Mina had insisted I wear my barbed-wire choker, and I had succumbed to her begging. I will admit, it made the outfit even more badass.

Just then, Aizawa turned the corner into my dorm's hallway, and my breath hitched in my throat.

He looked handsome as hell. He was wearing a lace shirt with a black cotton undershirt. He wore flared black slacks, with platform boots underneath. His coat was gothic-style, with flared cuffs and double buttons. He had even applied dark makeup around his eyes, accentuating his already heavy dark circles. But it looked so good.

I rubbed my knees together nervously. He looked up from the floor, smiling upon seeing me.

His eyes raked over me hungrily, starting at my shoes and making their way up my bare legs, stopping for a split second on my chest and then to my face. His smile widened, as he pulled me close.

"You look incredible." His voice was deep, loving. I smiled into his coat.

"I could say the same for you." He chuckled, pulling back. He definitely noticed the blush on my face, but luckily I could see that his ears had reddened.

"Ready?" He asked, holding his arm out for me to hold. I latched onto him.

"Ready."

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