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

Aizawa chases you when you hate being chased

You had been working all day in the house you and Aizawa shared together since becoming a couple. Though, truth be told, this "house" looked more like a beach house put on the side of a highway with an ocean and beach view.

Aizawa left early every morning, came home late and bruised almost every night since the villains came to be known. During this time, you had started going out by yourself to get groceries, home appliances, and such. This was the routine for almost a month, it was tiring and worrisome but you loved Aizawa more than anything. He kissed you good morning and good night. He said good morning and goodbye and good day. He called to check on you. He was everything you always dreamed about.

One day, Aizawa hadn't come home. He wasn't picking up your calls either. The last time you checked the amount of times you called it was at 12, now it's at 32. To make things worse, this was the day before you birthday. You had lost track of time in the store, you walked in at 4pm and came out at 9pm at this point you were sure your worrying would kill you before any villain did.

On your way home, now dusk, you noticed your normal route was clear — probably because of a party going on in the next town — normally there would be multiple people walking up and down the paths. It was only after you put your phone away that you noticed someone's shadow following you as you passed under a streetlight. Your heart dropped as you continued walking.

Fuck. Fuck. Is this a villain? Some vigilante? Ah fuck. ;7,&8'g :&-";@ ahhhh

You couldn't even process your own cuss words, you were that ridiculously scared. You contemplated leaving the groceries and running since you could move faster without them but having paid a rip off amount of $6.39 for 5 yds of loose fabric you be damned if you left it behind.

You spend up your walking to a small jog and as you made distance, you heard the person's footsteps move faster towards you. You absolutely HATED being chased or feeling like something was following/chasing/behind you. It ran a cold chill up your spine that just annoyed the shit out of you.

At some point you were now in a full run still gripping the groceries bags and now screaming. "FUCK YOU I PAID ALMOST SEVEN GODDAMN DOLLARS FOR THIS FABRIC YOU PRICK KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS AWAY FROM ME. DONT FOLLOW ME. STOP FOLLOWING. FUCK YOU AND YOUR LICE YOU BASTARD."

And it was at that point you realized you would do yourself more harm than good in a hostage situation due to your abnormal amount of spite running through your brain into your vocal cords.

You made it to the house where you slipped in he door and yeeted the bags onto the couch from the house door to the entrance to the living room. Then you turned around and peeled out the blinds to make sure no one was following. After calming down a little bit, you turned around and started walking back into the living room to pick up everything you had thrown or knocked off.

It only took a moment for you to realize after bumping into a random wall that it was, in fact, not a wall. You looked up to see a black haired and emoji masked man towering above you. You screamed and tried to hit him but only knocked his mask off as he grabbed your hands.

After rightfully freaking out you opened your eyes to see Aizawa with a bruised cheek and cut eyebrow staring at you with a look of what can only be described as the "I wanna laugh but if I do I'm gonna die" face.

And this is the story of how Aizawa lost booty privileges for two and a half weeks.

The End.