Aizawa Oneshots and More

Weddings

HI ALL!!! :3c 

Let me know if you guys want a part two to this one, cause I had HELLA fun writing this one, hehe. ALSO! I'm making a new Instagram account to post updates about both my fanfictions and my in-the-process novel. But I need a NAME! And Strawberry Hearts was meant to be a placeholder name, I don't feel like it's uniquely me. 

SO I am asking you, my dear fans, to offer some name suggestions. I'm a big fan of dragons so bonus points if you base it around that (but please don't limit yourself to that either!)

In return, I offer you this here chapter :3 Enjoy!

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The soft rustle of fabric accompanies your quiet steps as you pace the room. The mirror reflects back a version of yourself you barely recognise – dressed up, hair done, the epitome of a wedding guest. But your mind is far from the upcoming celebration.

Shota will be there.

It's not an unusual thought. Over the years, he's occupied your mind more than you'd like to admit. The two of you have been friends for what feels like forever, sharing late-night patrols, the mutual silences, and quiet moments that always teeter on the edge of something more. But neither of you dare cross that line.

A small sigh escapes your lips as you slip on your shoes, the familiar weight of the unspoken feelings settling in your chest once again. You have no reason to believe today will be any different, but there's always that faint hope... Maybe, at a wedding, surrounded by love and laughter, something could shift. Or maybe not.

As you make your way towards the venue, the air hums with celebration. The hall is already buzzing with excited chatter, the sounds of a live band playing softly in the background. When you arrive, scanning the room for familiar faces, your eyes land on him – Aizawa. Even from across the room, he stands out, his usual tired expression somehow softened by the elegant setting.

You can't help but stare for a moment too long. He wears a dark suit, simple and clean, but it suits him in a way that makes your heart skip. He is talking with a couple of other heroes, but you can tell his attention isn't fully on them. He hasn't spotted you yet.

Great. Let's just get through this like usual. You reassure yourself, taking a deep breath. It's just another day, right?

The ceremony had already begun by the time you made your way to the row of seats reserved for friends of the bride and groom. You slip into an empty chair near the back, feeling the weight of the event settle over you. The soft murmur of vows drift through the air, but your mind is elsewhere.

A quick glance to your right, and there he is – Aizawa. Closer now, just a few seats away. He hasn't noticed you yet, his eyes focusing ahead, arms crossed in that familiar stance that makes him look like he is at a briefing rather than at a wedding. But there's something different in his posture today. He isn't the stoic pro-hero. For a moment, he almost looks... distracted.

Your heart does a little flip, and you quickly force your gaze back to the front. Focus. But how can you? Being near him always feels like walking a tightrope between comfort and chaos.

The ceremony finishes in a blur, and soon the guests are filtering into the reception hall. You find yourself being pulled along with the crowd, the warmth of laughter and conversation enveloping the room. Aizawa is still lingering in your thoughts, but you try your best to shake it off.

You're in the middle of fixing yourself a drink when you hear his voice behind you.

"Didn't think you'd make it."