Aizawa Oneshots and More

Cat's Out of the Bag

HI GUYS!!! Trying to push out some more chapters because I might lose my house soon and get my computer taken. And that's if this bad boy (slaps the top of my laptop) lasts that long. It's running on fumes T^T

Requests are open!

Requested by Jessicaiscute123!

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is the unusual stillness of the apartment.

Normally, Aizawa is either wrapped around you, making it impossible to leave the bed without disturbing him, or already up and in the kitchen, drinking his morning coffee with that groggy, half-lidded stare. But today? Nothing. No warmth beside you, no quiet clinking from the kitchen. Just... silence.

You blink the sleep from your eyes and sit up with a frown.

"Aizawa?"

No answer.

That's weird. He's always home on weekends unless something urgent comes up. A quick scan of the room shows no note, no sign that he left. His phone is still on the bedside table, which means he hasn't gone far.

A faint thump echoes from behind the closed bedroom door.

You pause. Then, with a growing sense of suspicion, you push the covers off and slide out of bed, padding toward the door.

"Aizawa?" you call again, softly. "Are you okay?""

A heavy sigh, followed by an even heavier pause. Then:

"...I'm fine. Go back to bed."

Liar.

You cross your arms. "Why are you in there?"

Another pause. You can practically feel the reluctance bleeding through the silence before he finally mutters, "Something... weird happened."

Weird? That could mean literally anything.

Your heart begins to race. Did something happen with his quirk? Did he wake up with an injury? You reach for the door handle, but it doesn't budge.

"Aizawa, open the door."

"No."

You huff. "You know that only makes me want to see more, right?"

Silence. Then a grumbled, "damn it."

A few seconds later, and the lock clicks. The door cracks open just an inch – just enough for you to see the sharp glint of his tired, wary gaze staring at you from the darkness.

You move to push it open fully, but his hand shoots out, stopping you.

"Promise me," he says, voice low, "you won't laugh."

Your curiosity spikes even higher. "I can't promise that if I don't even know what's going on."

He exhales sharply, then shifts just enough for you to see... them.

Two sleek, black cat ears twitch atop his head.

You freeze.

The urge to squeal is immediate, but the sheer absurdity of the situation keeps you locked in stunned silence. Your gaze flicks downward – and sure enough, swaying slightly behind him, is a long, black-furred tail.

Your breath leaves you in a slow, disbelieving exhale. "Aizawa... what—"

"I don't know," he cuts in, clearly mortified. "I woke up like this."