Aizawa Oneshots

Chocolates (NSFW)

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Aizawa x F! Reader (NSFW) 

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The apartment is aglow with Christmas lights, their soft, colourful flickers reflecting off the windows. The snow has started to fall outside, creating the perfect winter wonderland to set the tone for Christmas Eve. But not tonight. Tonight, you and Aizawa are going out!

It's a rare night off for both of you, and after much convincing on your part, Aizawa has agreed to hit the town. He didn't seem thrilled about the idea at first, but the thought of spending Christmas Eve out of the house, away from the usual routine, had won him over.

As you stand in the living room, rummaging through your closet for something festive, Aizawa enters, holding a small box wrapped in red paper. His gaze softens when he sees you, standing there in front of the mirror, biting your lip as you try to decide what to wear.

"I got you something," Aizawa says, walking towards you with the box in hand.

You raise an eyebrow and turn to face him. "A gift? For me?"

He gives a half-shrug, not exactly comfortable with the idea of giving gifts. "It's Christmas Eve... figured I'd bring you something sweet."

You take the box from him, already sensing his awkwardness. "You didn't have to," you say with a smile, but you're curious nonetheless.

Inside, nestled in a neat little layer of crinkly foil, are chocolates. THey look fancy, with glossy wrappers shimmering in the light.

"Well, that's unexpected." You grin, inspecting the chocolates. They look like something you'd find at a high-end store. "But I'll definitely take it. Thanks babe."

Aizawa shifts on his feet, his eyes avoiding yours. "They're different. Just... don't eat too many."

"Different how?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as you pull one of the pieces out of the box. You notice the label but don't pay it much mind in your excitement to dive into the treat.

Aizawa hesitates, but only for a moment before he waves it off. "They're festive. Just trust me, they're fine."

You shrug and, without a second thought, pop a piece into your mouth. The chocolate is rich, delicious, and maybe a little too sweet for your liking.

"So what's the deal with this club?" Aizawa asks as he turns towards the bathroom to begin preparing himself. "You said you wanted to go dancing, but you didn't mention what kind of club."

You smile mischievously. "It's a Christmas party, so it's festive. They'll probably have a DJ, lights, dancing – everything you hate." You tease, knowing how much he despises loud crowds.

"Great," he mutters, half to himself.

As Aizawa disappears into the bathroom, you finish getting dressed, slipping into a black, sparkly dress with a plunging neckline that you knew would make a statement. Aizawa has always been a bit of a mystery to you – gruff and serious most of the time, but you had a feeling he'd appreciate this more than he let on.

Minutes later, Aizawa emerges from the bathroom, dressed in his usual dark, minimalistic style, but there's something different about the way he looks at you. A quick, appreciative glance – something that isn't quite normal for him.