SIREN SONG Hitoshi Shinso X Fem Original Character

twelve

Aimi POV:

Our internships were starting today, and I wasn't really sure what all id need. Although it may be unprofessional, Aizawa said I was more than welcome to stay in the guest room of his house while I was studying under him, as we would have a lot of late nights. My parents signed a waiver and everything.

I had asked Hitoshi what I would need to bring with me. We were given our hero costumes before we left last week, so I had that, along with basic toiletries, and some clothes but I felt like I was missing something. It's only a week long internship, and i'd assume if i needed something I would be able to come home and get it since Aizawa's house is not far from mine. With a content, sharp exhale, I zipped my suitcase closed and took it to the door. Hitoshi said they would be here around 3pm to pick me up, which meant i had about half an hour to finish getting ready. I grabbed all the water bottles I could physically carry, as im sure im going to need them. Before i knew it, i heard a knock at my door.

My mother opened the door to find Aizawa and Hitoshi standing there. "Ah, boys! Aimi will be down in just a second, you're more than welcome to come in!" She greeted. I rushed down the steps so i didn't keep them waiting. Turning, I gave my mom a hug. "Have fun baby, i can't wait to hear all about what you learned!" She told me, giving me a tight hug in return.

"Will do Momma," I replied, letting go and turning to grab my things. Hitoshi shook his head, grabbing the suitcase himself. Everyone exchanged farewells, and we left. The ride over to Aizawas house was short, filled with comfortable silence. He pulled his car into the garage, opened my door and then guided us into the home.

It wasn't what I expected. His house was your average single family home, the decor rather minimalist except for the pictures hung throughout the house. As i looked around, I noticed there were no baby pictures of Hitoshi, the youngest being maybe 6 or 7. I wanted to ask him about it, but it might be a sensitive subject. I know he's adopted, but thats all thats been said on the matter. The boys led me through the home, giving me a tour, and then took me to the room i'll be staying in.

"Alright Aimi, you'll stay in here. You've got quite awhile before we do any actual hero work, as I do underground work at night. Why don't you relax a bit, save your energy for tonight. I will be going to take a nap, so preferably whatever it is you do, it's not that loud. I'll come get you guys when it's time." Aizawa said, waving and walking into his own bedroom. I turned to look at Hitoshi, who was just standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"That's it?" I asked. He just shrugged. "I'm gonna unpack. I know this is your house but if you wanna hang out you can." Hitoshi shrugged again, but followed into the room nonetheless. I set my suitcase on the bed and unzipped it, carefully taking out the contents. Hitoshi sat down on the bed, just watching what I was doing.

Not paying attention to my surroundings, I began to re-organize the clothes I had brought onto the bed. Shirts, pants, bras and panties, and socks all had their own pile. Hitoshi cleared his throat, and glanced away, making me look up at him. His face was beet red. "Shinso what's wrong? Are you sick or something?" I asked, oblivious to the issue.

"Just don't wanna invade your privacy Beauty," He croaked, eyes still turned against the wall. My eyebrows furred, looking around. That's when it hit me, the clothes I had laid out.

"Cant handle looking at a woman's undergarments Shinso? It's just clothing. If it would make you more comfortable I could just not wear any," I teased, causing his face to get even brighter. Fighting to hold I'm my laugher, I continued. I grabbed the first pair of panties in the pile and held them up, "aren't these just so cute! Look at them Shin, a cute little bow and everything!"

"Aimi please, if I turn and look at you I can't promise i'll keep my composure." I couldn't keep it in anymore, my laugher roaring through the room. I was laughing so hard my stomach began to hurt, causing me to lean over trying to calm down. As i was catching my breath, I grabbed the rest of the pile and put them into one of the drawers of the dresser. "Are they gone?" Hitoshi asked, still looking away.

"Yes you big baby, I put them away. I don't understand how clothes can make you so uncomfortable!" I said, still lightly laughing as I put away everything else.

"It's not the clothes," he responded. I stopped and looked at him. "It's not the clothes Beauty, it's the image of you IN them."

I had completely stopped at this point. Stopped everything, I think I even stopped breathing. The tension in the air was ungodly thick, what could i do to ease it up a bit? My mind raced with possible ways out of this. Out of pure panic and desperation, I ended up with what was probably the worst outcome my brain came up with. "If you wanna take that image out of your imagination and make it real all you gotta do is ask." Hitoshi slowly turned his head and looked at me, the look in his eyes a mixture of pleading and demanding. I stood there, looking into his eyes as he rose from the bed and made his way to me. Those few steps seemed to take forever, until he was standing right in front of me. "Shin?"

He reached his hand out and cupped my face. Still not saying a word, he just looked at me. Unconsciously, my head leaned into his hand, basking in the warmth his palm provided. "Beauty, the things you do to me. You drive me insane. You make me want to rip my hair out. You make me want to kiss you." He whispered, leaning in dangerously close to me. Our faces were so close, I could feel his breath hitting my nose. My heart pounded in my chest. Did i do this? I don't remember activating my quirk. No, he seems to be doing this all on his own.

"Shinso," was all I could muster. His purple orbs bore into my blue ones. He hummed in response to what I had said. Taking in a breath, for confidence, i whispered, "then kiss me."