MHA oneshots

Insecurity (erasermic)

A/N: this comes from a personal place of deep insecurity and unhappiness with myself so please no hate this is kind of just a rant

WARNINGS: talk of hating oneself, aizawa w/ acne, trans!Aizawa body worship? kinda? ig?, very not appropriate towards the end

3rd POV:
Friday Morning. 3am. Shota Aizawa has not long got home from his fourth night patrol that week, and has just gotten out of the shower.

he looks in the full body mirror in front of him, a towel hung loosely around his hips. his top surgery scars were still dark pink and visible, he never really had time to take care of them. he scratches his collarbone and hisses quietly in pain, having scratched a scab off where a spot had recently been. he hates the way he looks. his hair was too long, his beard too patchy, his chest still not flat enough. that was mostly his dysphoria talking though. he knew he looked fine, passed as a cis man. but his dysphoria told him he looked like a pathetic little girl playing dress up.

he stared at himself in the mirror for a short while, eyes scanning over his face, hips and stomach, then brought himself to twist, looking at his back and shoulders. his upper back, shoulders and collarbones were covered in acne. he didnt know why. they just were. and it made him hate himself. he thought he looked ugly, out of place. he even refused to take his shirt off in front of his husband now that it had gotten really bad.

speaking of his husband, Shota could hear him moving around in their shared bedroom. he doesnt mind though; he knows Hizashi wont go into the bathroom unless Shota says he can.

but his assumption was wrong.

Hizashi gently taps on the door and then opens it, going over to Shota.

"hey, baby.. its late, why are you just stood in here..?" Shota goes to put his shirt on, but Hizashi stops him. "you know i love you no matter what, Sho. you know that, right?"
"of course i know that, 'zashi, im just getting cold."
Hizashi wraps his arms around his lover's waist and stands behind him, looking at Shota in the mirror
"talk to me, Sho. whats bothering you?"
the shorter male simply looks down at his feet, not responding to his husband
"please? i feel like you dont trust me anymore.."
Shota slowly runs his hands over his shoulders, and whispers "its nothing, Hizashi. just my stupid brain being annoying as usual."
"tell me about it, Sho, i want you to know that you can trust me.."
the brunette hesitates before quietly explaining "my dysphoria's chatting shit like normal, telling me im not flat enough, my hairs too long, that i still just look like a girl.. and.." he stops, not wanting to say it out loud
Hizashi nuzzles Shota's neck, mumbling "my handsome prince.. all mine.. love you so much.."
Shota looks down.
"its gotten worse, Hizashi," he runs a hand over his shoulder. "so much worse.."
"whats gotten worse, love?"
"nothing. its nothing." Shota goes to grab his shirt again but the taller male easily spins him around so theyre facing each other and pins Shota to the mirror
"tell me."
Shota grips his right shoulder tightly, and Hizashi gently moves his hands so theyre pinned above the brunette's head, staring in awe at his body
"god im in love with you, Sho. youre so fucking perfect." he kisses Shota deeply, using one hand to keep his hands above his head and the other to run his fingers over his husbands waist. "every single part of you.."

Hizashi begins to press gentle kisses down Shota's neck and across his collarbone, then down his chest and across his scars- not only the ones from his top surgery, but also ones from battle. he runs his thumb gently below a fresh wound then kisses just above it. he drops Shota's towel- thank god he was already wearing underwear- and kisses down his stomach and inner thighs
"god i could live off of the taste of your skin, sho.." he licks the inside of the smaller man's thigh, causing him to shudder and heat go rushing to his face. Hizashi then stands up and pins Shota's hands above his head again, whispering quietly in his ear.
"im gonna spin you around, is that ok? is this okay?"
Aizawa whimpers and shakes his head slightly
"im not going to judge you, my love, i just want to show you how perfect you are," Hizashi lets go of his hands. "but ill respect your wishes. lets go to bed, Sho. its nearly four oclock in the morning."

as soon as hed let go, Aizawa had nearly fallen to the ground, his knees having gone weak from his husband's words. he goes to reply to him, but he cant get any words out other than unintelligable whimpers and mumbles.
"are you sure i cant turn you around~? you seem to have enjoyed that~"
"j-just- dont h-hate me.." Aizawa practically begged
"i could never hate you, precious~" Hizashi gently spins him around, "hands on the mirror above your head, and do not move them." he slowly gives his back the same treatment as the front, this time leaving a few small hickeys on his neck, sides and inner thighs where there were no scars. there were many more hickeys on the sensitive parts of his thighs, leaving Shota trembling and barely able to stand up right.
Hizashi spins him again so theyre stood facing each other and whispers, "the only thing id ever change about you is leaving my marks on you to show you belong to me. youre perfect, Sho. no matter what your dysphoria tells you. youre perfect to me, thats all that matters."

Shota nods hesitantly, his cheeks flushed bright red. Hizashi smiles and leaves a darker hickey right underneath Shota's jaw.
"there. mine."
"Hizashi! i have to teach later, the kids are gonna see that one!"
"exactly. people will see that you belong to me. theyd see more if you didnt wear your scarf, but hey ho, what can ya do."

and with that, both men went to bed, happy and content with each other.

lets just say, at 7 oclock the next morning, Aizawa somehow mysteriously lost his scarf and had to teach without it. the kids in his class are so oblivious to small things such as wedding rings until theres a glaringly obvious sign.

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1100 words, i hope you enjoyed :3