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〔 aizawa x reader 〕

do you remember?
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I'm back! after what...four months? i missed writing school is too stressful

word count: 1168

things you need to know -
•you're not married, you're dating
•reader age isn't specified so go wild :)
•you have a healing quirk and that's all that really matters
•this was hastily written at 12am pls don't burn me on how awful it is :)

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•third person•

sometimes, sometimes, she just wanted him to show he was alive.

Aizawa Shouta was a man of few words, a man that got few hours of sleep but ran on hundreds of cups of coffee. he was a teacher by day, a hero by night, and tired 24/7. but somewhere in all the hectic chaos and students too strong for their own good, someone found him amazing enough to love.

which, was a feat in itself because that meant someone got past his appearance first.

but, don't get him wrong, Aizawa loved the woman all the same. a nurse with irregular hours like him, that spoke so many words in place of his few. someone that could appreciate dates that turned into naps and naps that turned into restless conversations over their 4th cup of coffee at 3 am. (y/n) (l/n) was an angel that Aizawa would never take for granted, never, even if that meant he saw less of his beloved hero work.

she could see his effort, too. the short but no less meaningful texts at 5 in the morning, when he was getting back from his patrols. the coffee he left for her whenever he inevitably had to leave before (y/n) was even awake. sharing his sleeping bag with her, and knowing that man he wouldn't even let Present Mic wash it for him. Aizawa even started coming to her earlier, switching his patrol hours just a little, maybe to fit in a thirty-minute-turned-five-hour nap with (y/n), and it was times like those that she thought she couldn't ask for more.

(y/n) could definitely ask for more.

sure, looking at life through the rose colored glasses of love had them both hanging off the high, but when it faded, (y/n) realized sadly that Aizawa was stretching himself thin. and she wouldn't dare ask him to cut back on the work he loved so much, or skip out on the students he cared for, so (y/n) did what she could whenever he found himself in her arms. sometimes not even three steps past her door before he let himself slump against her.

"hey, I need you to stand up, big guy."

he groaned, and slowly, slowly (y/n) felt something warm over her fingers, thick and hot and why was there so much—"Shouta! hey, keep your eyes open and help me walk." he promised himself he'd never take her for granted, as he forced heavy as lead feet to drag the floor, and when Aizawa wasn't so dizzy he'd come back and clean the blood off of the floorboards.

(y/n) didn't love him any less, if anything she was glad he came to her whenever he was injured because that was something she could do. with a quirk like hers, it was one of the easiest things she could do for him. even if he sometimes showed up at awful hours of the night, or scared the living daylights out of her before (y/n) could sleep.

but it wasn't his job, or the way he fell into her arms bloody sometimes—although, (y/n) might have had a few choice words for him over her clothes that were not originally red—it was how he would distance himself. Aizawa Shouta was a man of few words, and even less energy, but there was a line between a tired man recharging himself and somehow ignoring their lover.

it was the fifth time it had happened now, as (y/n) tapped her foot against the wooden floorboards of her apartment.

"I'm sorry."

"sorry? Shouta, this is the fifth time, and for someone that knows exactly how each and every one of his students fights I find it hard that you can't remember our dates." Aizawa sighed, who was he to sigh when (y/n) was the one that was left waiting without a single text of 'hey, I might be late, don't wait up on me and we can have a date at home, okay?'

really, it was that easy, and yet here she was for the fifth time standing in front of a man that didn't really look sorry.

sometimes, (y/n) wanted to see him cry, just to know if he felt things like she did.

"(y/n), you know I'm busy, and you are too. we can't—"

"you don't even remember, do you?" remember what? it wasn't their anniversary, Aizawa knew for a fact they had already celebrated their 1 year anniversary. he remembered that just fine, so what was it that he was missing? her birthday? no, that already passed, maybe..."it's your birthday, Shouta. how can you not remember that? and why am I mad on your behalf?" (y/n) just wanted something from him: a twitch of his eyebrow, a tear, his eyes turning red or his hand around her throat or something. anything to know that he felt emotions just as intensely as (y/n) herself did whenever it came to their relationship.

"(y/n), you didn't have to do anything for my birthday."

"that's not the point, Shouta! you need to focus on yourself more, your feelings and your health and just you." he understood then, what (y/n) was really upset about as her chest heaved, and Aizawa let the tension in his shoulders leave him. he reached out, gentle fingers taking her chin and making (y/n) look up at him and into black eyes that looked guilty. "I'm sorry, (y/n), I'll be more honest, so don't cry. if those students of mine figured out I made you cry..." she laughed, and walked into his chest, exhausted and satisfied because she had gotten what she wanted. and (y/n) could ignore how bratty she sounded to herself because it was for him, and suddenly she was gasping and dragging Aizawa to the kitchen.

"I don't want to hear a word about you staying in shape. you're sitting down with me and we're eating your cake and you're going to like it."

honestly, he was scared to refuse, and who was Aizawa to turn down tiramisu?

"is it caffeinated?"

"of course, happy birthday, Shouta."

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hi, I'm alive and well somehow after months of studying and sports. this was just to get back into writing because it's been a minute. and I don't really like it bc the pacing is weird but oh well!

also, I posted that new content ;) I'm on AO3 under the same username writing for MHA! go look at it if you want.

request are open!