You went back to your original seat and tried to calm yourself down. It'd been so much easier if you just gave him your name, but it's definitely the drink that got you having such idiotic moves.
What did they put in that drink that I'm now feeling so bold? Ugh-
You sighed as you ordered a drink from the bar, and you mindlessly looked at your phone.
"Now, isn't that rude to avoid a person's question?" A rough voice dangerously close to your figure said from behind.
You giggled softly as you looked over to the figure who was now moving to take a seat by your side.
"Oh, I just am not quite the person to follow... rules..." You said as you took your ordered drink, but your eyes never left his.
"Eraserhead, an underground hero." He said, as you leaned into your ears and whispered, ever so darkly, speeding all the blood around the contact, standing up.
"But you can call me Shota Aizawa." He pulled back again and ordered a drink from the bar.
His breath gives you a tickling sensation from your ears to your stomach, and you heat up from his voice.
For a moment, it felt weird too. Despite how attractive and alluring he was tonight, his name tugged a familiar string in you. Was his hero's name that made you tingle? Or perhaps the unpredictable look in his eyes that has been pulling from the moment he set his eyes on you. Like, he was also equally tantalized by this.
"I hope I know yours too, now that I've told you who I am," Aizawa said as he eyed you sideways, enjoying his bitter whiskey that set neatly in his calloused fingers. He was starting to remember you, the soft mutter you tried when he asked the reception for your room. The name barely registered with him due to his urgency to keep you safe. But still, he just hoped for a small closure by hearing you say it yourself.
"Shota Aizawa, huh?" You laughed as you tried to avoid his question just for a bit.
"You can call me Aizawa.. if that's what you fancy."
You laughed again and looked over to his side as you put your glass down. "Y/n l/n, a normal citizen. Aizawa-san.."
He laughed lightly and looked into your eyes with his obsidian black eyes. It was mesmerizing or this drink is taking you places you shouldn't.
"So, Ms. L/n. What's your occasion for traveling in a city like this? As a 'normal' citizen?" Aizawa said and you lower your gaze to your hands as you play with your fingers.
"My friends were the ones who brought me here, said I'm drowning in my work that they dragged me here unwarned." You look over to the girls who are still laughing and dancing on the floor.
"I'm glad they did..." You whispered under your breath, now turning your gaze back at the man.
"What's yours, Aizawa-san?"
Aizawa eyed the blonde man who was dancing and laughing loudly on the side. "He also dragged me here so I take time off from my classes and to 'live a bit,' " He said as he drowned the drink and let his tie come loose on his neck.
"I wasn't planning on coming to this party, but because of his information on a specific someone coming to this party," Aizawa looks back at you as his hand pulls your seat closer to him with a harsh movement, making you squeak lightly. "...To hear you better.. that's all." He said reassuringly. A slight slur on his tongue as he tried not to be lulled into the music and you. Before continuing his statement,
"I couldn't help but dress up and see that person." He states as he tilts his head to the side a bit. He was getting drunk a bit, and you were as well, and that's making you do so many bold things.
Unable to process your action faster, you put your hand on his chest and toyed with his tie. Your gaze moves from his eyes to his lips.
"I'm sure that person enjoys their view," You said with a smile, and he laughed, pulling a sip from his glass as his gaze still locked into you. And somehow, you are quite happy with the attention.
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He senses a soft sweetness as he pulls her closer to him. Every time she says his name, he almost feels like he wants to make her say it more. But every time she would stare at his eyes, he would bury his desire a bit longer and not make a one-night stand. After about an hour of heavy drinking and slurring and talking, both he and the girl in question had been familiar enough that she insisted that he call her by her first name. And he had no problem reciprocating by letting her choose every part of his name.
"I'll take that..." He said as he pulled out his phone.
"I want your number, Y/n. Partly because I want you to call me if you are in any danger," He said demandingly as he handed it over to Y/n. She looked surprised by his sudden demand but did not take offense at his gesture.
She laughed as he took his phone, "And?" She said, eyeing him with a soft smile.
"And, partly to get to know you more," He added, his heart thundering in his rib cage. His drinks make him say bold statements and sound demanding.
"I'll be looking forward to hearing from you, Aizawa-san." She said as she typed in her number. She got up from her seat, grabbed her stuff, and prepared herself to leave.
"I'll see you around," She said as she turned away to walk out of the room. Making the man sigh in relief.
At least I got her number now.
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Did the real underground hero just ASK ME FOR MY NUMBERRR
You are now in the lift, unable to think, unable to react, and overwhelmed by this handsome man asking for your number.
Now don't be delusional. He just wanna get in touch cause you happen to be a damsel in distress. Besides this, maybe just his way of getting around people to get him to like him.. YEAH
You walk out of the lift and quickly head to your room, closing the door and plopping onto the couch. You laughed at the thought of him wanting to get to know you more, wondering what intrigued him to do so. You sound so hopeless. The dim light makes you sleepy as you sigh and take in the comfort of your space.
You texted Mina a confirmation text about going back to your room, and you changed into your pajamas. Cleaning your face, you step out of the bathroom, and you look over at your perfume bag.
'Black Saffron'
Strangely, you saw the resemblance between him and the perfume. Perhaps it's the name. Usually, saffron is vibrant purple with red stigmas. But the black kind, it just.. you see it. Tracing the pattern on the bag and the vision of his eyes holding a secret abyss. You started to wonder if you ever had fallen in those deep amber eyes.. perhaps not... Could it be just because he saved you that made you so weary of his gaze?
Aizawa, you feel so familiar to me. Who are you?
With much alcohol and your body numbing from the buzzing music. Your body relaxed into the soft bed as you let the slumber wash over you with a lingering weight on your heart.
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Saffron (Aizawa x Reader)
Fanfiction!!Y/N USES SHE/HER PRONOUNS!! !Events may be different from the cannon events! ~I hope you enjoy this little scenario that came because of a song, and some inspirations from movies. ~This is my first book. Please bear with my mistakes and I'll do m...
