MHA/BNHA Guys One Shots

38. Stressed To The Max: Shouta Aizawa

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1931

Summary: Your husband, Shouta Aizawa, comes home stressed out and you try to help him feel better.

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The apartment was shrouded in a calm evening ambiance. The door creaks open, and Shouta Aizawa, your husband, steps into the apartment. His shoulders are slumped, as if the weight of the world seemed to collapse upon his shoulders, and the lines on his face tell a tale of a long and exhausting day at U.A. High School. 

You notice the heavy bags under his eyes, evidence of the sleepless nights he often endures. His usually stoic expression was marred by lines of fatigue and frustration, his eyes heavy with the burden of the day's events.

You stood up from the couch, setting aside the book you were reading. The concern etched on your face deepened as you noticed the heavy sigh that escaped him. The fatigue in his eyes spoke volumes about the challenges he faced as a teacher, particularly one overseeing a class of aspiring young heroes.

"Hey, Shouta," you greet him, trying to inject a note of cheerfulness into your voice.

He grunts in response, not meeting your eyes, and heads straight for the couch. You follow him, concern etching your features. It's not unusual for him to come home tired, but today, there's something different in the air – a palpable sense of stress.

You sit down next to him, not pressing him with questions immediately. "Rough day?"

He grunted in response again, shedding his hero costume with a weary ease. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around him, offering what comfort you could. He leaned into the embrace, appreciating the warmth that your presence provided.

"Long day at work?" you tried asking again, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

"Long doesn't quite cover it," he muttered, his voice carrying the exhaustion of someone who had given their all.

 You offered a comforting hand on his arm. "Tell me about it. Maybe I can help."

For a moment, Shouta hesitated, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. But the sight of your concerned gaze softened something within him, and he found himself opening up about the challenges he faced.

"It's just... everything," he admitted, his voice strained. "Dealing with unruly students, thwarting villains, paperwork; paperwork never ends, the constant vigilance... It never seems to end. It's draining."

You listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear as he recounted the trials of his day. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, a reminder of the relentless nature of his profession.

But as he spoke, a determination ignited within you. Shouta had always been there for you, supporting you through your own struggles. Now, it was your turn to be there for him.

"Let's forget about all that for now," you suggested, a spark of mischief dancing in your eyes. "I know just the thing to help you unwind."

Shouta raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your suggestion. "Oh? And what's that?"

You start rubbing his shoulders, your fingers working to alleviate some of the tension that has settled there. "How about a massage to start off?"

Shouta's curiosity piqued as he took in the scene before him. "What's all this?"

You smiled, moving him so that his back faced you and took his hand. "It's a relaxation session. Just for you."

With gentle insistence, you guided him to sit on the edge of the sofa, his tired frame sinking into the soft cushion. You moved behind him, your hands finding their way to his tense shoulders again.