The Little Red Thread: Soulmate AU (AizawaXreader)

*Previously not Posted: Part 21*

Aizawa eyed the blue elastic waistband of your gym pants, "I think it'll be best if I shower first so you won't have to wait for me to finish after you're done. You'll also be able to take as much time as you need."

"Thank you." You said quietly as you hesitantly slid off your pants and underwear to where you could step out of them.

Aizawa knelt down in front of you to pick them up, "Don't thank me. It's the least I could do seeing that I was the one who pushed you so hard this afternoon." He tossed the rest of your clothes in the hamper and leaned over to turn on the shower. While letting the water warm, he set a fresh set of towels on the counter and grabbed a wash cloth.

Warm steam curled around you leaving goosebumps on your chilled skin as you stepped in after Aizawa. He set the wash cloth to the side and immediately went to work washing as quickly as he could without pulling on your arm. You leaned with your back against the cold shower wall. Your arm burned as you kept it partially held up towards him, but kept quiet.

You found yourself staring at the muscles in his back as he rinsed off.

Did he always have that many scars? ...I guess I wouldn't have noticed the thinner ones from just glancing at him. —I wonder what this one is from... you leaned closer until you were able to trace with your fingertips, along a thin white scar that stretched between the tops of his shoulder blades.

"It's from one of my first missions with Mic after we got our hero licenses." You heard Aizawa say, his voice barely more than a whisper. You removed your hand, realizing what you'd just done. Before you could apologize he continued, "we had been tasked with rescuing this girl that had been taken hostage and was being held in a run down complex at the edge of town.

"We had gone to the complex just after nightfall, breaking in through a fourth story window that had been more or less parallel with the roof top of the law firm building next door.

"It was supposed to be an easy job with a few low level thugs and only one hostage. In and out, no big deal. But as we were leaving with the girl out the back, this... low life got the drop on us. He was this bastard with a quirk that could cancel all noise within a certain radius of him. Mic only realized something was wrong because the quirk caused a slight feedback in his hearing-aid. He turned around just in time to see the bastard swinging a sword of all things at me.

"Found out later that he had been trying to decapitate me which was the bastard's m.o.— the only reason it didn't work was because of my capture weapon. It wasn't made of the same materials as it is now so it didn't stop the blade completely.

"Mic ended up nearly beating the man half to death before the backup he called for arrived. —Don't think poorly of Mic, he only did it because he didn't want to risk using his quirk with me on the ground in front of the bastard.  For all Mic knew, I was dying because I couldn't move, so he had to take the bastard on alone. Mic managed to knock the guy off his feet, but Mic didn't think he'd be able to hold him off much longer if the guy got up again. So Mic kept hitting him over and over until the man lost consciousness."

You stood there motionless trying to wrap your head around the memory Aizawa just revealed to you. You looked again at the scars that littered his body and felt your heart clench at the idea of Aizawa almost being killed.

There are so many scars... How many of them have similar stories...

You're overwhelmed by an intense possessive urge to protect him. Every fiber in your being screamed for you to hug him, to hold onto him and tell him it was going be okay.

Aizawa turned around to face you with a stony expression that brought you back to your senses. Your jaw clenched shut as Aizawa continued to speak, "But that was years ago Y/N, we both grew as Pros and worked to make sure stuff like that didn't happen again. I can see it in your face that you're worried, but you don't have to be."

You grimaced as you put your free hand on your hip, "I'm might not have to worry about you, but I want to."

Aizawa looked at you with a tired gaze that bordered on fondness. He sighed before picking up the wash cloth and holding it out to you, "If that's the case then you should know that I want to take care of you tonight. Here, wash what you can reach with this. I'll wash your hair for you while you do that since you can't lift your arms above your shoulders."

You took the washcloth before turning around slowly. You tried not to whimper from the pain as you carefully cleaned your arms and the front half of your body. Instead, you focused on the feeling of Aizawa's fingers in your hair, scrubbing gentle circles on your scalp. You pouted when he stopped, quietly telling you to close your eyes as he rinsed out your hair.

"You trust me?" You heard him ask.

"Yes." You didn't hesitate.

"Then pass me the washcloth, I'll get your back for you." He instructed with an open hand waiting over your shoulder, "trust me, you'll feel better."

You hand it over, grateful for the help, but also for not facing him in that moment as your face turned a fiery red.

You flinched away as a shiver ran down your spine when he first experimentally ran the cloth down the nape of your neck.

"Did that hurt?" He asked, stopping his movements immediately.

Your toes curled as you admitted the truth despite your embarrassment, "No, I'm sorry. You're totally fine, I'm just not used to people touching me."

Aizawa nodded his head despite you not being able to see it while he stood behind you, "That's understandable. I'm gonna to continue now if that's okay with you."

"Okay." You replied as you once again resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

Aizawa was gentle as he carefully scrubbed your back. Once he was done, he didn't tell you to rinse off. Instead, he set the washcloth aside and methodically worked the tension from the muscles in your back and shoulders. He wore a pleased smirk across his face as he watched you slowly relax into his touch.

As he worked a particular tight knot near the small of your back, a quiet groan escaped your lips. Aizawa found himself wondering what other sounds he could illicit from you.

Embarrassed by the sudden influx of lewd thoughts in his head, Aizawa quickly finished up before shutting off the shower. He wasted no time before wrapping you up in the fluffy white towel. He blow dried your hair and opted to quickly towel dry his own.

Aizawa and you walked back to his bedroom where he handed you the large shirt you wore yesterday before opening a dresser drawer.

"If you want, i have an extra pair of boxers that I bought recently that you can use tonight if you want. They'll be a bit large for you." He offered you a pair of black boxers that you accepted gratefully.

After helping each other get dressed, you found yourself yawning. Aizawa looked at the clock, it was 8:45 pm.

"Were you hungry?" You asked.

Aizawa shook his head, "Not particularly, but did you want something?"

"No," You bit your bottom lip before nervously asking, "but in that case, do you mind if we call it an early night and go to bed?"

"Not at all, I was going to suggest it after you ate if you were hungry." Aizawa said. Your relief was obvious as you looked up at him with a small crooked smile.

Looking at you as you stood in front of him in only his baggy T-shirt and boxers, Aizawa forgot you weren't really his for a second. In such a short period of time, he had already grown to enjoy your unwavering presence by his side.  He wasn't sure why, but he had never slept as soundly before as he did with you in the room. He shrugged the thought aside as the two of you crawled into bed.

A/N: there was a screw up when I was initially splitting the update into two parts and accidentally double posted the first half without realizing. So yea, I rewrote this second bit for anyone who may be interested.