Some domestic Aizawa
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Aizawa is just like a cat. When he's in the house he lies pretty much everywhere he can. The back of the sofa, the kitchen table, you name it he's probably lay on it before. Also, outside the house, if he isn't at the UA it is almost impossible to find him - although, you have found he is partial to laying about on top of buildings, looking for villains or just resting. See? Just like a cat. You can't complain, especially about the current example, his head is on your lap as your fingers card through his hair. His shoulders have visibly relaxed, you literally felt the muscles loosen. He must have been tense, he told you about what a stressful day he had before he flopped onto your lap. He had layed there for a minute or so as you read your book until he peeked one of his eyes open, an expectant look on his face. you had smiled and put your book down. Now, he was asleep and you were free to read your book.
Thirty minutes of silence passed, only partially filled with the sound of your books pages flapping. It was relaxing to have his warmth on you, so you pulled him a little closer. His head snuggled into your stomach and you couldn't resist taking a picture. You reached for your phone and brought the camera app up. However, the little sound caused his eyes to snap open.
"Delete it." Quick as a whip, he demanded you get rid of the cutest face he had shown you.
"Nooo~ You're so cute and peaceful when you're asleep." You whined, bringing your phone away from his grabbing hands.
"Delete it now." He deadpans, reaching a bit further to try to grab your phone, his arm brushing against your breast.
"Aizawa, if you wanted to do that you should have just asked." You chuckle and Aizawa scowls.
"Don't change the subject, delete the picture." Damn.
"OK, OK. I'll delete it." LIES. You make it seem like you delete it and bring your arm back down, it was getting a little sore.
"See I dele-" Aizawa snatches your phone, "- NO!" You try to grab it back but he has already deleted it.
"Aw! Come on! We never get any pictures together.
"So? Who needs pictures?"
"Well when we're old and grey we might not remember these moments."
"And what? You're planning on keeping that phone charged and working for the rest of your life?"
"... I was gonna go get our pictures developed..." You pout and cross your arms, sitting back a bit more. This jostles Aizawa. Disgruntled, he raises from his perch on you and sits beside you instead.
"Fine, take a picture of us together then. If you want it that badly." He frowns at you and you beam.
"Yes! I love you!" Aizawa looks away.
"I love you too." You slip your arm around his shoulders and pull him a little closer.
"Say cheese!" You raise the phone above you and grin at the camera. You snap a shot and open your photos to have a look at it.
"Oh, love the lighting!" Then, you see it. You zoom in and on Aizawa's face is a small smile. You'd miss it if you took a quick look but it was definitely there. You felt blessed.
"Awwww." Pressing your phone to your chest, you melted into his side.
"You're a keeper." You mumble.
"... Me, or the picture?"
"Both." He was going to suggest that you should think of something for tea when he notices your breathing has slowed and you are completely rested against him. He shakes his head but lays against the back of a sofa, wrapping his arm around you.
"You should really sleep on a bed or something, you're going to get a crick in your neck." He mutters, turning on the TV. You snort and open your eyes.
"You couldn't have just let that moment slide?" Aizawa smirks, and shakes his head again. On the TV there's some sort of advert showing a new stronghold hairspray, Aizawa points to it.
"That there, is one of my students."
"Which one?"
"The one with black hair, Yoayozoru Momo."
"Oh! I know her!"
"You do? How?"
"I used to go to her house when she was a bit younger to tutor her. Her parents wanted her to get a good grasp on biology and chemistry so they called me in."
"So what? Are you a science prodigy or something?"
"Oh God, no. I just got good grades. Nothing like a prodigy." You grin.
"Well! Let's go get something for tea, Shouta!" You pat his knee as you get up. He goes limp, but stands soon after you, interlocking your fingers as you both head to a shop for food, smiles on your faces.
Bonus:
That night you came home with tea and a cat. It was called Mr. Snuggles and he was scruffy, cute long haired Persian.