MHA oneshots

Wash n Go

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I got a Endeavor oneshot cooking and It haunts my day to day existence y'all. I'll finish it, but god 😩. Also this is for my POC'S or the unmanageable hair squad that have too many hair products that they forget what does what 😔

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(Aizawa x NB! Teacher!Reader)

Saturday mornings were probably your favorite time of the week. Nothing to do, nothing to grade...

No kids blowing shit up because he had a fit.

You rub your eyes, only to be greeted with no one.

Oh?

You frown briefly before hearing the shower going off.

Oh.

Guess you're using the guest bathroom to get yourself situated. You slip out of bed, walking to your drawers. You grabbed a shirt you didnt mind messing up and some sweats.

You waltz to the bathroom, shutting the door with your foot. Yawning, you got ready for the day

A day of catching up with your grading since you decided to slack on it. You groaned at the thought.

Just as you turned to your faucet on to rinse your toothbrush, you hear a knock.

"Yes?" You shout, starting your brushing.

"The bathrooms open."

You stop, looking up at your confused expression.

You close your eyes before opening up the door.

"Bathrooms open." He says again, more quiet. He looked like he just washed his hair out. An idea popped up in your head.

Aizawa might not like it, but you quickly spit your paste out. You mutter a 'wait', holding up your index finger.

The hero waited, curious on why your face lit up.

You rinse your mouth out.

"Lemme do your hair."

"No." He marches out of the room.

You follow suit, whining.

"Sho, c'mon. I'm not going to anything crazy." You giggle as you finally managed to catch up.

"No, I dont trust you." He smiles.

You skip in front of him, placing your hand on his shoulders to make him stop. Then, with the widest grin on your face, you pleaded with your eyes.

He hated it when you did that.

"I promise I wont do anything you dont want me to do." You swore in a hushed tone.

"Uh huh."

"I made this promise before. What's so different about it now?" You raise an eyebrow.

Of course, he knew what you were alluding to and he did have to hand it to you.

You do keep your promises.

Most of the time.

"One." Shota raises his index finger, taking your hand in his. "Time. That's it. This is the only time I'm letting you."

"And one time is all I need."

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You were sitting on the sofa with him between your legs for better access.

Hes gone under the faucet twice. Once, for rinsing out the deep conditioner (theres deep conditioner?) And second because some of your rejuvenating spray got in his eye.

It did smell nice though.

You were getting ready to whip out your blow dryer. You didnt know how it was going to take it, so you gave him a bit of heat protection to give a bit more of a cushion.

"This good?" You say, letting the man feel the temperature before starting.

"Why?" He tilts his head back, settling it into your lap.

"Because it gets hot and I dont want to burn you." You blink.

Shota frowns, obviously confused with this whole process in general. But, he opens the palm of your hand to feel the air.

"Its fine." He sits up, feeling you get comfortable.

"Alright." And you started. It felt weird, feeling the comb blow air so close.

But, you didnt tug. You let the comb glide right on through, pulling it out if you needed to focus on another area. It relaxed his anxious nerves.

"You alright?" You hovered above him. He hums.

You smile, taking a deep breath.

This was nice. It brought you back to when you were younger. Mom doing your hair for 3rd grade.

The combing was atrocious and painful. But, the outcome was always worth it.

You missed little moments like that. You missed having someone to share them with.

Before he knew it, you clicked it off and finger combed his hair.

"Soft." You leaned down to him, kissing his temple.

Shota didnt seem to mind the excruciating process as much as hed initially thought. It was therapeutic in a way, allowing him to unwind for even a couple of hours before the stress of life kicked in again.

Besides, you had really nice hands. Not once putting him in any jolt of pain, constantly asking if he was alright.

It felt great being cared for.

He rests his head on your inner thigh, purring at your affection.

You didnt seem to mind it.

As long as he kept you in this precious moment, you wouldnt mind at all.

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If you were to ask me who'd I marry.... itd be this man right here. My mans classy as hell. Like damn him in the suit 😩 him and his little scarf 😩 him and his little satchel 😩 the hell you want me to do?? Not simp??? I dont think that's possible 🧎🏽‍♀️.