Aizawa Oneshots and More

Consumed by Obsession (NSFW)

HI GUYS!!! Bringing you another chapter inspired by a song. Today, it's SIMP by Full Tac.

I'll be uploading two other chapters, one for Levi and one for Gojo, based off this song, so keep an eye out for those updates!

This is probably one of my longest chapters for Aizawa yet! I hope you all enjoy!

Obsessed! Aizawa x Fem! Reader

Kinks: Body Worship

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The sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the U.A. training grounds in a warm, golden glow. Aizawa leans against a tree at the edge of the field, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on the small group of students sparring in the distance. He isn't one for loud encouragement or enthusiastic cheers like Yamada, but he always watches, especially when you are involved.

You're mid-battle with Hizashi, dodging his sound blasts with an agility that makes it look effortless. The grin on your face is infectious, your confidence radiating in every sharp movement. Aizawa's lips quirk upward in the faintest of smiles. Of course, you're enjoying this.

"Hey, Eraser!" Hizashi's voice booms, breaking Aizawa out of his thoughts. "Your turn! Think you can handle the champ over here?"

You turn, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow, and shoot Aizawa a playful smirk. "Think you're up for it, Shota? Or are you too busy brooding in the shadows?"

Aizawa rolls his eyes, pushing off the tree with a lazy stride. "You're getting cocky. Someone should bring you back down to earth."

The spar was intense but short-lived. Aizawa's scarf snaps around your ankle, yanking you off balance, but you continue with a quirk maneuver that nearly catches him off guard. Nearly. He dodges with practiced ease, and in a matter of moments, you're on the ground, his scarf pinning your wrist.

"Guess you're not invincible after all," he mutters, crouching to meet your eyes.

You stare up at him, cheeks flushed from exertion, and laugh. "Guess not. But you've got to admit, I almost had you."

Aizawa doesn't respond immediately. His grip on the scarf loosens, his eyes lingering on your face a moment too long. "Almost doesn't count." His voice is softer this time, almost inaudible over the sound of your classmates laughing in the background.

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The dorms are quieter now, the usual buzz of activity dwindling as the sun finally sets. Aizawa sits on the couch in the common area, a book in his lap that he isn't actually reading. He can hear your voice in the kitchen, laughing at something Yamada said, and his chest tightens.

It was always like this. He tells himself it's just friendship, that the protective knot in his stomach every time someone flirted with you was normal. But deep down, he knows it isn't.

"Hey." Your voice cuts through his thoughts. You stand at the edge of the couch, holding two cups of tea. "Figured you'd still be brooding in here."

He takes the cup you offer, his fingers brushing yours for a brief moment. "Not brooding. Thinking."

You raise an eyebrow, taking the seat next to him. "Big difference."

For a while, neither of you speak. The quiet between you isn't uncomfortable – it never is. But tonight, it feels heavier. Aizawa glances at you from the corner of his eye, watching as you lean back and sip your tea, completely at ease.

"Do you ever think about what happens after U.A.?" he asks suddenly.

You turn to him, a little surprised. "Of course. I mean, we're all here to be heroes, right? But I guess I don't think too far ahead. Why? Are you worried about what comes next?"