Soft Aizawa X Reader Short

Eye Drops

You were at home busy making yourself a small snack before returning to the show that was currently paused. As you reached for a plate, a knock at the door interrupted your Me-Time followed by keys rattling and the door opened. "I'm home," greeted the voice of the man you love dearly.

You quickly plated your snack then met Aizawa halfway only to see him looking exhausted as ever. His eyes looked completely red as if they were burning, and his eyelids looked darker. He tugged off his scarf and easily melted into your awaiting embrace. You pat his head as you rubbed his shoulders and whispered, "Do you need your eye drops, My Love?"

He nodded into your shoulder with a tired groan of agreement. You quickly peck his ear then released him from your arms to drag him to the couch where you sat him down. You kissed his lips and carefully waved your hand over his face to get him to close his eyes.

You made your way to the bathroom where you washed your hands and pulled out the prescribed eye drops. You returned to Aizawa's side and straddled his lap as you pushed him into the couch's backrest. You lifted chin as he rested his head and kissed his cheek, "Open your eyes, My Love."

Aizawa complied as his hands found comfort on your thighs and hips. He leaned the back of his head against the couch and you watched him slowly open his tired eyes. You kissed his chin then softly tugged his left eyelid down and let a single drop fall into the gap you made. He did his part by looking around and slightly closing his eye to push the solution around until he finished then finally blinked.

A single tear of the eye drop solution prickled the corner of his eye to which you carefully wiped away. You repeated the same with his right eye as you felt his hand tightened it's grip on your thighs. You kissed his chin again as he finally blinked his right eye.

"Better?" You ask as you attempt to leave his lap, but his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and he mumbles, "Somewhat."

You run your fingers through his hair as he released a soft, relaxed sigh that tickles your neck. He kissed your neck then buries himself deeper. "I have to eat my food, My Love," you inform him but he ignores it as his head starts to feel heavier as the seconds go by.

"Shota, My Love, at least lie down if you're going to sleep. You're going to hurt your neck like this," you warn as your hands try prying Aizawa off by his shoulders.

Reluctantly, he releases you but his hands return to your thighs. His hands carefully massage your thighs as he leans in to kiss you softly on your cheek, and you almost laugh feeling his facial hair tickle your skin. "Thank you," he whispers onto your lips before kissing you.

"Is this really something to thank for? You're okay, though, right?" You ask as you check the bags under his eyes and cup his face in your hands.

"I appreciate everything you do for me. I love you and love you being in my life," he says as you play with his cheeks by squishing his face.

You suck in your lips to conceal your feelings that threaten to burst with love and excitement and embarrassment all in one concoction within your heart. You try to hide from your feelings by closing his eyes that were practically dripping with his affections as he stared at you. "I love you too," you finally reply as you cover his eyes with your hand.

A smile creeps under your hand on Aizawa's face and he says, "Thank you isn't enough to show how much I appreciate you by my side."

"Stop talking," you say sharply, but minding not to sound angry, as your head lulls side to side to fight the feelings once more.

"It may be small but it means a lot to me," he says ignoring your plea to silence him. His hand reaches for yours that's covering his eyes but he doesn't make you uncover them. Instead, he just places his hand over yours and smiles softly.

"Okay okay, I get it!" You cry out as you finally release him and pull him into your arms. You sigh in defeat as he hums into your neck contently.