Aizawa x Reader (First Person POV/Lemon&Fluff)

Aizawa's A Silly Drunk (Fluff)

You were really that enthused that Aizawl went out with All Might, Deku, Present Mic, and the other pro heroes for drinks when Deku got married to insert your x Deku ship here but you weren't going to deny him the joy of celebrating with his longtime student.

You did, however, give Aizawl a curfew to be  back by. Which. He has missed.

Right now, it's 3:54am. You told Aizawa to not be home any later than 2am to tell your twin teens good night and to not drive drunk. "Seriously don't drink and drive or no sex for a month." You remember telling him as you waved him goodbye while he stepped into the car with All Might.

Now, you sit worried on the porch rocking chair. You felt like an old woman but were more angry than settle like an old woman presumably should be.

You were just about ready to go upstairs, lock the door, and head to bed when you saw a taxi heading your way. It had a turn signal on and was slowing down as it approached your house.

You got up and headed inside, stood at the door facing it, and waiting.

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Aizawa stepped in both groggily and drunkenly. He hung his scarf and coat up and looked up at you with a drunk smile. "My swweeett wifeyyyy yayyy..." He stumbled into your arms.

You reluctantly hugged back, enjoying the embrace but still being angry. After the hug, you crossed your arms and looked at him. "When were you suppose to be back, Aizawa?"

Aizawa tilted his head. "Whaaaaaatcha talking about? I'm right hereeeee are you silly?"

You stifled a laugh and glared at him. "How drunk are you?"

"No... No... Baby... It's..." He smiles. "It's hi how are you?"

"Wha... Aizawa! Can you even tell the time!?" You yelled low enough to where the kids wouldn't hear upstairs. (A/N: This is very important if you have f'ing kids and feel the need to fight keep your voices down or go to the car or garage. They don't need that shit.)

Aizawa looked at the clock, positioned above you on an arch way into the house. "She... She thinks to say hi how are you you have to say how drunk are you poor wifey is super slept-y"

You couldn't help but break into laughter as he looked at you and grew a smile. You loved him too much to talk his ear off when he's so drunk he thinks the clock is a person.

You wrapped your arms around him and helped him inside. Deciding it was better to drill him, verbally, in the morning while he has a hangover.