Aizawa Oneshots and More

Love Aflame

Hi everyone :3c Bringing another short chapter because my brain is fried, and the creative juices are just not flowing. 

Soulmate AU!

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Evening settles over the neighbourhood, a gentle quiet blanketing the city as Aizawa unlocks his front door. A soft hum pulls him from his thoughts – a voice, just a door down.

Glancing over his shoulder, he spots his neighbour leaning on their balcony, eyes closed as they hum along to a quiet melody. They didn't see him watching, at least not at first, and he takes in the way they smile to themselves, completely absorbed in the music. Only when he shut his door did they glance his way, giving him a small wave that he can't help but return.

"Long day?" you call out, lowering the volume.

Aizawa nods, letting out a breath. "As always." He takes a few steps over, hands in his pockets as he leans against the railing separating their balconies. "But you seem to be having a good evening."

You laugh, a light sound that makes his chest twist. "A good playlist does wonders. " Your gaze softens curiously. "Maybe you should try it sometime. Relaxation isn't just for civilians, you know."

"That right?" He raises an eyebrow, unable to stop a smirk from forming. "I'll keep it in mind." There's a comfortable pause before he asks, "so, what's on your list for tonight?"

"Finishing up some work." You shrug, a hint of sheepishness in your expression. "Or maybe it's an excuse to avoid cleaning my place." Your gaze flicks away, but not before he catches the mischievous glint in your eyes. "What about you? Ever get tired of just grading papers and saving the world?"

Aizawa chuckles, more than he intended. "Only when there's no one around to tell me I need a break."

"Well," you say, voice dropping to a softer tone, "maybe next time, just knock, I've got tea and the best view of the moon from this side of the city." Your words are casual, smile friendly, but something unspoken lingers in the air.

He clears his throat. "I'll keep that in mind."

You both stay like that, a quiet tension crackling between you two, neither moving nor wanting to break the stillness. But eventually, you stifle a yawn, stretching your arms overhead.

"Guess I should get back inside before I procrastinate any longer," you murmur, giving him one last look. "Goodnight, Aizawa."

"Goodnight," he nods, watching as you slip inside and shut your door.

He hasn't known you for all that long – a few months, maybe – and yet, the small interactions like these have woven themselves into his day. His hand drifts to his wrist, absently rubbing at the skin there as he turns toward his own door.

It isn't until he looks down that he sees it: a mark on his wrist, dark and small, almost invisible. His breath catches as his mind connects the dots, piecing together his quiet hopes.

Could they be...?

The possibility stirs something restless and warm within him. Suddenly, he feels the urge to know for sure, to put an end to his wondering. After months of stolen glances and soft words, it is time.

With a faint, determined smile, he picks up his coat and heads for the nearest flower stall, already picturing your expression when you open the door.

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He's not used to standing in front of displays this bright, scanning the delicate shapes and colours, searching for something that feels... right. His gaze moves over rows of blooms – deep reds, blushing pinks, and vibrant yellows. Each bunch seems to hold a different promise, a new hope.