Aizawa Oneshots and More

Short Xmas Special

Hi guys! It's an hour away from Christmas Eve for me, so I'm giving you all a really short chapter right now. I probably will be busy on Christmas, so I (likely) won't be able to publish anything on that date so I'm releasing it now. 

It's a short but sweet chapter, one that I hope you all find cute and enjoy. 

As usual, if you have requests, comments, etc. lay a comment below or write me on my message board!

ALSO!! I am making more bots on J.AI for Christmas so check those out too! My user is InkyKaida :3

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The air at UA's holiday party is buzzing with festive cheer – twinkling lights, holiday music, and the smell of fresh cookies wafting from the dessert table. The gymnasium, usually a place of training and discipline, has been completely transformed into a winter wonderland. Strings of colourful lights drape across the ceiling, while paper snowflakes and shimmering tinsel add a delightful charm. You glance around, appreciating the effort everyone has put in to make the place feel magical and Christmas-like.

Beside you, Aizawa stands stiffly, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark sweater. His perpetually tired expression seems even more pronounced under the glow of the fairy lights. He shifts on his feet awkwardly, clearly not used to being dragged to events like this.

"I can't believe you let Mic talk us into this," Aizawa grumbles, his monotone voice carrying a distinct note of irritation.

"You didn't have to come," you reply with a playful smile as you nudge his arm lightly. "But I'm glad you did."

Aizawa doesn't respond right away. Instead, his dark eyes flicker to yours, holding your gaze for just a moment too long. There's a softness in his expression, a fleeting vulnerability that makes your heart flutter. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone. He huffs quietly, looking away aws if he hadn't been caught.

"Hey lovebirds!" Midnight's teasing voice cuts through your thoughts, causing both of you to stiffen slightly. She struts over, her sparkling red dress catching the light with every step. "Don't stand in the corner all night. Go mingle, have fun! It's a party, not detention.'

Before either of you can protest, she's already moving on, her laughter ringing out as she disappears into the crowd. Aizawa lets out a low groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Remind me why I'm friends with her again?"

"Because you love us," you quip, your grin widening when he glares at you half-heartedly.

"Debatable." But there's a faint twitch of his lips, almost a smile. VIctory.

The two of you linger near the edge of the room for a while longer, watching as your colleagues laugh, dance, and let loose. The festive atmosphere is contagious, even for someone like Aizawa, who seems to relax as the evening goes on. Still, he doesn't stray far from your side, his quiet presence comforting.

After some time, you decide to grab a drink from the refreshments table. The party is in full swing now, with heroes mingling in every corner of the room. The punch bowl gleams invitingly under the string lights, and you hum softly to the Christmas music playing softly in the background as you pour yourself a glass.

Unbeknownst to you, a sprig of mistletoe dangles innocently above the punch table, its glossy green leaves and red berries glowing under the soft lights.

"Excuse me," a smooth, confident voice says behind you. You glance up, startled, to see Dazzleman – a hero infamous for his flashy demeanour and even flashier outfits – standing far too close for comfort. His sequined suit glimmers obnoxiously, and his smile is just a little too smug.

"Looks like we're under the mistletoe," he says, gesturing upward with a dramatic flourish. His tone is dripping with faux charm, and his gaze lingers on you in a way that makes your skin crawl.

Caught off guard, you blink. "Oh, I didn't–"

"Guess that means it's my lucky day," he interrupts, stepping closer. His intentions are crystal clear, and your heart skips a beat in panic. This isn't how you imagined spending your evening, let alone your first holiday kiss.

But just as Dazzleman leans in, a firm hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back and spinning you around. Warm lips press against yours, tasting faintly of coffee and candy cane. Your eyes widen briefly before fluttering shut, and the world fades away.

Aizawa.

His kiss is firm, a little possessive, and just shy of desperate, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. One hand rests on the small of your back, holding you securely against him, while the other lingers at your side, his fingers brushing against your arm.

When he finally pulls back, his dark eyes meet yours, intense and unreadable. "Sorry, Dazzleman," he says, his voice even, though there's an edge to it. "Couldn't let you take my shot."

Dazzleman stammers, looking both shocked and irritated, but Aizawa doesn't give him the chance to reply. His hand slides to your lower back, guiding you away from the punch table and toward a quieter part of the room.

Your heart races, your face burning as you try to process what just happened. "What was that?" you finally manage to ask, your voice shaky.

Aizawa shrugs nonchalantly, though his fingers linger on your arm as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Didn't seem right to let him have something I've been waiting for."

The words send a shiver down your spine, the heat rising through your cheeks to your ears. His tone is low, teasing almost, but there's a sincerity in his gaze that makes your heart flutter.

"You've been... waiting?" you ask softly, your voice barely audible over the festive music.

Aizawa tilts his head slightly, his expression softening. "I'm not exactly subtle," he murmurs. "FIgured you'd notice by now."

Your lips part, but nothing comes forth. Instead, you step closer, your hand gripping the front of his sweater. The air between you is thick, the rest of the party fading into the background. Aizawa leans in again, his lips ghosting over yours, as if giving you the chance to pull away. But you don't.

The second kiss is slower, deeper, and definitely more intimate. HIs hands slide up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. You lose yourself in the warmth of him, the way he smells faintly of mint and something uniquely him.

When you finally break apart, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing heavily. "We should probably get out of here," he mutters, his voice rougher than it normally is.

You nod, not trusting your voice. Aizawa takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as he leads you toward the exit. The cold night air greets you as you step outside, but you barely feel it. All you can think about is the man beside you and the way his lips felt against yours.

"Merry Christmas," he murmurs, squeezing your hand.

And just like that, he's turned it into the best Christmas you've ever had.