Aizawa Oneshots and More

Meow

HI GUYS!!!! Finally pushed a new chapter out of my brain teehee c:

This one here is a demihuman! Aizawa x reader. 

Requests are open, so don't hesitate to comment or reach out to me!

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The biting chill of winter cuts through the streets, muffling the usual hum of city life. Snow blankets the ground, piling in uneven mounds against darkened alleyways. Aizawa huddles in one of those alleys, his sleek back fur barely visible in the shadows. His tail curls tightly around his body, trying – and failing – to ward off the bitter cold that seeps through his bones. His ears twitch, catching the faint crunch of approaching footsteps.

Great. Another human.

His instincts scream at him to stay hidden, but hunger and exhaustion has dulled his edge. He shifts slightly, his sharp eyes peeking out just enough to catch a glimpse of the figure. There you are, wrapped in a thick coat and scarf, your footsteps hesitant, your gaze darting around as if searching for something – or someone.

Then your eyes land on him.

He flattens his ears, baring his teeth in silent warning. Stay away. He's played this game before – humans who pretended to care, only to throw him back into the streets once he became an inconvenience. He isn't about to fall for it again.

"Oh, you poor thing..."

Your voice is soft, muffled by the scarf, but it carries an undeniable warmth. You crouch down, holding out a gloved hand as if he would just waltz into your arms. Ridiculous..

"Don't even think about it," Aizawa growls internally, his tail lashing once as he hisses for good measure.

But you don't flinch. Instead, you inch closer, your hand steady despite the display of hostility.

"You're freezing out here," you murmur. "You'll die if you stay like this."

He narrows his eyes. So what? That's my problem, not yours.

Despite himself, he can't help but notice the genuine concern in your gaze. It isn't pity or annoyance – it's something softer, something that tugs at a part of him he'd buried long ago. Still, he isn't about to make this easy for you.

When you reach out, he swipes at you with his claws, missing you by a hair. Instead of backing off, you only sigh, the corners of your mouth twitching in determination.

"You're feisty," you mutter, shrugging off your scarf. Before he can react, you're wrapping it around him, cocooning him in warmth. The scent of lavender and something sweet envelopes him, and for a moment, he freezes, off guard.

You scoop him up in one swift motion, ignoring his frantic squirming and indignant yowls. He digs his claws into your coat, but you don't so much as flinch.

"You're coming home with me," you say firmly, your breath puffing in the icy air. "Whether you like it or not."

Aizawa hisses again, but deep down, a small, treacherous part of him whispers that maybe – just maybe – he could give you a chance.

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The warmth of the apartment hits Aizawa like a physical barrier, the stark contrast to the frigid streets making his ears twitch. He stands just inside the door, his fur still damp from the snow. You had placed him there, determined yet gentle, and now you're pulling off your coat, seemingly unbothered by his wary glare.

"You must be freezing," you say, your voice softer now. You grab a towel from a nearby hook and crouch in front of him. "Let me dry you off."

Aizawa takes a step back, his tail puffing slightly in indignation. But your movements are slow and deliberate, not the frantic grabbing he's come to expect from other humans. Reluctantly, he sits down, allowing you to gently pat the snow from his fur.