Aizawa Oneshots and More

RED LIGHTS

HI EVERYONE!!! SO I JUST FOUND OUT STRAY KIDS EXIST AND NOW I'M IN LOVE (dramatically faints)

I've decided to write a chapter based on their song, Red Lights

Obsessive! Aizawa x Reader!

CONTENT WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES MENTIONS/SCENES OF STALKING, DRUGGING, AND MANIPULATION. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TOPICS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER

This is my first fic based around a song, so please bear with me [pray hands] It's best you listen to the song too while/after/before you read. 

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I cannot breathe without you being right by my side

It's late again. The dim light of Aizawa's apartment flickers against the curtains as he sits in silence, eyes trained on his phone. You haven't texted back. His fingers twitch, tapping absentmindedly against the edge of the table, impatience gnawing at the back of his mind.

He knows where you are. He always does. You're on patrol, alone tonight – again. He hates that. The thought of you out there, without him watching your back, makes his stomach coil with anxiety. His rational mind knows you're more than capable. You're strong, confident, one of the rising stars in the hero world. But the thought of anyone else getting close to you – too close – gnaws at him, and lately, it's all he can think about.

I'll die

It hasn't always been like this. Aizawa had once been able to control these feelings. He'd convince himself that it was just admiration, just respect. But somewhere along the line, his admiration has twisted into something more. Something darker.

Every time you were around, it was like you commanded his every thought. The need to be near you, to protect you, became overwhelming. He can't focus on anything else. And now, the silence of your unanswered message only fans the flames of his paranoia.

So, can you please come over closer

A knock on the door snaps him from his thoughts. You have come to drop off the patrol report, as you usually did after your shift. He could already sense your presence. He stands, hands clenched tightly, heart hammering in his chest.

When he opens the door, there you stand, tired but smiling softly. That same damned smile that always unraveled him, more than he liked to admit.

"Sorry for being late," you say, stepping inside. "It was busier than I expected out there."

Aizawa's eyes follow your every movement as you set the paperwork down on the table. He knows you have no idea just how deeply he watches you, how much he longed to claim you as his. He swallows the thoughts swirling in his mind, but tonight, something is different. The edge simmering inside him feels harder to control, and so his voice comes out a little rougher than usual.

Hold me tight, right now

"You should've called. I would've gone with you."

You glance at him, more than a little puzzled by the tension in his tone. "Aizawa, I was fine–"

But before you can finish, he's standing close – too close – his dark eyes piercing into yours, shadows of something raw brewing in them. The weight of his intensity is nearly crushing, the air between you both becoming suffocating.

Even if you struggle to escape, there's no answer

"I don't like it when you're out there alone," he mutters, his voice low, dangerous even. "I need to know you're safe."