The Aizawa Effect - (Aizawa X OC)

Becoming One

A/N: Enjoy my dears! You've made it :)

I nodded and held on to him, burying my face in his neck. We slipped outside the building through an open window, and his capture scarf whisked us away to a small house on the edge of Ground Beta. It was white and seemed to blend in very easily with the surroundings, making it inconspicuous. I wonder what he does here?

He carried me inside, resting me on a bed. I looked up at him as he locked the door and put his scarf and goggles on the front table.

The studio-like room was lightly furnished with a couch and bed in one corner, along with a working kitchen and television in the other. I looked back to Aizawa and raised my eyebrow, curious as to why there were so many appliances around.

"We furnish these places so they have real reactions in training. So, if a house explodes because of villains or someone's quirk, the environment compensates for that such as gas leaks. It makes things realistic."

I smirked and nodded. He saw this and sighed knowing what I was playfully hinting at.

"I promise you this isn't my sex dungeon. I come here to sleep and get away from people for a bit; you're actually the first to come by," he assured me.

A sarcastic reply formed on the tip of my tongue, but I stopped and winced as my hand brushed against my stomach.

"Let me help you, please?"

I blushed at his words and watched him come over to me to help assess the damage. I pulled away instinctively, shy from the thought of him touching my burning skin that was already yearning for him.

He kneeled down and tried to comfort me, "Hey, you're safe with me. I swear to you. I want to help you deal with this so you're not alone."

My face began feeling hot as he placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed circles into my skin. Without thinking, I reached out and ran my fingers through his long, soft hair.

He looked into my eyes and used his other hand to caress my stomach and sides. His face grew slightly red as I cupped his cheek and smiled sweetly. A very similar feeling of tension was building between us once again.

"What happened out there? You passed out after our fight, and I was worried you hit your head or something," he asked softly.

I tried to find the words to explain what I thought had happened. I hoped that it wasn't my quirk's side effects coming back to haunt me, but this felt different. I was on the medication when the voices became intrusive, so this episode made no sense to me.

"I'm sure I didn't hit my head, but I think it was my quirk acting up. Still, I'm not sure what happened."

He looked up at me and sighed as he obviously pushed his concerns and other questions to the back of his mind, "As long as you're okay, but if that happens again, please let me know so I can help you immediately."

I nodded at this; I definitely needed to find a way to alert people around me if this happens so I can get help. Interestingly, because my perception of reality changes with these episodes and I seem to go into a place within my own mind, asking for help from people outside of my head didn't seem possible.

We worked to take my now ripped costume off and exposed the darkening bruises that riddled my sides and stomach, not to mention the smaller cuts that accented my body. I groaned from pain and embarrassment.

Aizawa stood up and rubbed my forehead with the back of his hand as he examined me, "Let me get undressed, and I'll be right back."

I nodded, and he left toward the bathroom.