Aizawa Oneshots and More

Hatred

HI GUYS!! Request given by Ravinnxia! 

A hate fuck scenario where you're a new member from the LOV and have been on Aizawa's radar for quite a while now. After being cornered in your apartment, you and Aizawa have an intense... coupling. 

I did not proof read this (was kinda in a rush to finish, SO SORRY if there's some messed up words or whatever lol) so (pray hands) let me know if I need to fix something. 

Male! Reader!

Enjoy!

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The city hums beneath you – silent, still, but brimming with an energy you've come to know well. You sit perched atop a crumbling rooftop, one leg casually hanging over the side, the other firmly planted to keep your balance. The night air bites at your skin, but you hardly notice. You're used to the chill, to the late night hours spent stalking your targets in the dark. A familiar restlessness stirs in you, like a predator circling its prey.

You're still new to the League of Villains, but you've quickly earned your place. They know your name now, and they've come to respect your work. Silent strikes, quick exits, the occasional mess – nothing too flashy, just enough to prove you've got something worth paying attention to. But there's one person who's taken a special interest in you, one person whose eyes have followed your every move since the moment you arrived.

Shota Aizawa.

His name rolls through your mind like a quiet curse. He's a man of few words, but his presence is hard to ignore. You've seen him before – usually lurking in the background, his piercing gaze fixed on you in a way that's almost... personal. He doesn't say much, doesn't make a move unless he absolutely has to. But you can feel it. The tension. The way his eyes linger just a little longer than they should when he watches you. The way he always seems to be there when you think you've lost him.

Tonight, you can feel him again. His presence, like an electric pulse in the air, creeping closer. You glance over your shoulder, and there he is – standing on the rooftop opposite, a silhouette in the dark. His hair ruffles in the breeze, his uniform – familiar, unsettling – clings to his form as though it were made for battle. You don't flinch, don't let your breath catch, but you know it's coming. You know he's here for one reason and one reason only.

Aizawa isn't the type to let things go. And you've been on his radar for far too long.

Your lips curl into a smirk, the challenge simmering in your chest. He's tracking you like a hound on a hunt, and you can't say it's unpleasant. There's a certain thrill that comes from being pursued – especially by someone like Aizawa. Someone who doesn't chase for sport, but for something deeper. Something personal.

You slip into the shadows, your movements fluid and silent. You've learned to move like this, to slip through cracks in the city's foundations without leaving a trace. Tonight, though, you don't intend to run. Not yet. Not until you've toyed with him for just a little longer.

His footsteps echo faintly as he pursues you, never faltering, never losing his focus. You're not the only one in this game anymore – he's playing, too. And if there's one thing you know about Aizawa, it's that he's not easily beaten.

You drop to the ground below, your boots hitting the pavement with a soft thud. You wait for the inevitable – he's coming, and you can feel the anticipation building with every passing second. You want him to chase you. You want him to feel that rush – the same ruhs you do when the game turns into something more. Something... dangerous.