BNHA Oneshots + Imagines

Divined (Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader) (NSFW)

Loud classical music invades your ears as you stand alone at a party, glued to your phone, your back against the wall. Everyone around you is drinking bubbly, dressed to the nines, and dancing, most of them with a partner, which fills you with a terrible amount of jealousy as you occasionally take a break from your aimless Instagram scrolling to glare daggers at your ex boyfriend, Toshinori Yagi- AKA All Might. He dumped you two weeks ago, and the only reason you're here is because he claimed it would be bad for his reputation if he dared show up to a commission-ran event like this without you. The two of you had dated for five years before the break up, so you felt obligated to help him out and go with him, even with the thought that everyone would find out about the break up eventually lingering in the back of your mind.

As you stand there against the wall, lonely and uncomfortable in the tight little (f/c) dress you stuffed yourself into for this obnoxiously large annual party hosted by the hero commission, you think about the relationship. It hadn't worked out for obvious reasons; you're both incredibly busy teaching at U.A., you're easily jealous, the two of you don't trust each other, and he isn't ready for commitment- five years wasted and not a thought of a proposal or even moving in together. By the time the relationship was coming to an end, you had no idea where he was or what he was doing most of the time.

But it's okay. It ended amicably, with him asking you to meet him at a park and telling you that it wasn't working out- that you deserve better than him and all his issues. And honestly, he was right. Part of you is just agitated that he'd guilted you into going to this party with him, only to leave you alone in favor of having Mt. Lady on one arm and a tipsy Kamui Woods on the other. He's foolishly stretching out the time he has left in his larger form to use it for this, so of course, everyone is all over his muscled body and failing to notice just how stiff and exhausted he appears.

You let out a huff and turn your phone off, only to then feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump and look to your side to see no other than Shouta Aizawa, AKA Eraser Head. He isn't dressed any differently than usual despite the occasion, clad in a black sweater, matching sweats, and sneakers, his capture tape worn like a scarf around his neck. Meanwhile, Toshinori is in a button up and slacks with nice shoes. It isn't like Eraser to dress up no matter the occasion, but somehow, he always manages to look effortlessly gorgeous- a thought that you would usually push to the back of your mind.

"I can't believe we're finally alone. It's rare not to see All Might all over you."

"Eraser! I didn't realize you were even here. You usually don't go to these things," You laugh and awkwardly scratch the back of your neck, mind racing. Aizawa is well known for hating any sort of social events, formal or not; anything that involves being in a group larger than three or four people that doesn't have to do with work, he doesn't attend. Large parties with fancy champagne and loud music definitely aren't his thing, and while it would make sense for him to come for Present Mic or Midnight (his best friends since childhood), you haven't seen the three interact all night, as Mic and Midnight have been busy dancing with each other. "It's good to see you."

"I got here about an hour ago," Eraser explains and moves to stand in front of you, his hand still on your shoulder. You shiver at the touch, something that you know he doesn't fail to notice based on how he raises his eyebrows at you before speaking again. "Almost went home, but now that I've run into you like this, I'm glad I didn't."

You aren't oblivious to the implication, nor are you oblivious to the way his charcoal eyes linger on your lips for just a little too long and flicker to your chest and hips when he thinks you aren't paying attention to where his gaze roams.

"Haha, yeah... What are the chances?" You ask and tuck a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair behind your ear, leaning a bit closer to him. He doesn't hesitate to do the same. While his hand is still on your shoulder, the other is in the pocket of his sweats. Slouched posture, tired expression and all, you can't help but wonder what it would be like to go home with him instead of with All Might. You quickly look over at your ex, who is still making his rounds, smiling for the paparazzi, speaking honeyed words to the reporters who stop him for short interviews, flirting with all the young male and female heroes who he clearly finds to be more attractive than you... And Aizawa is right here, clearly intrigued by you more than All Might ever was in the last couple years of your relationship. "We don't get to talk one on one very often unless we're at U.A."