Stretched out on Aizawa's couch, you were waiting for him to get home after another long day of teaching. A little while ago he'd given you a key to his place, which was a big surprise since he values his privacy so much. Since you hadn't been able to see him for a few days, you figured tonight would be the perfect time to use it. Work was really taxing on him lately and you knew he was stressed. Probably over stressed. To make the most of the night, you decided to set the atmosphere.
The apartment already had Shouta's personality all over it. Lots of dark furniture and wood. Absolutely no harsh lighting, just a few dim lamps. His walls were scattered with some paintings he'd bought on your art show dates together. Old books and blankets everywhere. His sweet cat usually curled up in her corner.
He had a drawer full of scented candles. Your favorite was the cinnamon one but he claims it's too sweet for him. Although you highly doubted he'd even notice the difference, he just holds random stubborn opinions sometimes without any good reason behind it. Just wanting things to complain about. Most people found his pessimistic grumpy attitude unattractive but...he's just moody. An exterior shell. Inside was was soft and sweet.
You'd just finished lighting a few of the cinnamon candles and putting on some of his favorite music in the background when you heard the door click open.
He's always so light on his feet. Sometimes if you weren't paying close attention he'd come in and scare the life out of you on accident.
You rounded the corner, excited to see him.
"Hey Eraserhead."
You always called him by is pro name when he's in his hero costume. People usually assumed it was out of respect or privacy but he knew the real reason. You were teasing him. You disliked his hero name and his hero outfit. Recalling the day Present Mic convinced him to use it, you'd pestered him relentlessly to put more effort into it. Insisting he'd regret it one day. He said he didn't care...but now look at him.
"Please y/n, when are you going to stop calling me that?" He said rubbing his eyes. He was low energy as usual.
"After you change it."
"I can't change it."
"Exactly." You whispered smugly.
He sighed. No matter how many times you had this conversation you would always win. Rightfully but he wouldn't admit it.
You drifted over to greet him properly. Brushing the hair out of his eyes and placing a sweet lingering kiss on his cheek.
And as for his boring, baggy costume...you understood it's purpose. He wore it to stand out less, aiding in his fight style. But it was still a pain since you couldn't properly hug him in it. The capture weapon was always in your face and you could hardly feel his body through the layers.
His modest attire duped most people. Making his tastefully well built body underneath a best kept secret. Which you supposed was an upside. Only you (and Present Mic for some reason) had ever really gotten to see him shirtless.
"I'm going to change." He said kissing your forehead. He knew exactly what you were thinking.
He reemerged from his room a few minutes later. Wearing a droopy black shirt and sweatpants that were loose around his hips. You could see the dipped lines of his V. Just north was his lightly defined six pack. And just south was unfortunately concealed under black briefs and his untied waistband...
He caught you staring.
Feeling red and exposed you quickly redirected your attention to something else. "So are you hungry babe? I could make something?"
