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glistened in the light | aizawa

aizawa shouta x reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: for , you beautiful angel. here's a aizawa fluff for you :) i hope you like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Will you marry me?"

You sighed as if this was a dream. Your hands clutching to your chest as if you were in love at the man in front of you. This man was on his knees and a ring that glistened in the light, illuminating across his face.

But it wasn't a man.

It was hardly a teen.

It was a boy no much older than four years old.

There was loud declarations of approval and awes from the crowd. Everyone was watching as your self claimed: "biggest number one fan" proposed to you. The Ring Pop coated with his spit being what he used to ask for you hand in a union. Your eyes locked on Aizawa who was behind the kid, his face buried in his weapon. His eyebrows scrunched and an aggravated look on his face.

This small demonstration of admiration from the fan had everyone's attention! People were filming the scene, and his mother was desperate in trying to get him off his knee.

Walking closer to the boy, you crouched low, trying to get to eye level with the child. "I would love to marry you, truly." You say as you hug the child closely. "But I don't think your mother will let me!"

The small boy huffed as he snapped his head to his mother, a pout on his face. "She said I could do whatever I wanted when I grow up! I wanna marry you! And I'm so much more grown-up than yesterday!"

You laugh as his mother manages to pull him onto his feet, and now you're looking up at his sad features. "Try again when you're twenty-two, and then your mother might let you marry me! Also, I don't think my boyfriend will let you steal me away from him. Not yet at least!" You toss a pointed look to Aizawa, and the boy whips around to look at your brooding boyfriend. "He's a bit of a grump when you take things that are his. He's like a baby!"

The boy plants his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, "Never fear, y/h/n! I can beat up Eraserhead with my eyes closed! My quirk is super awesome and strong!"

You nod your head in agreement, and the boy continues to tell you about how when he turns twenty-two, he'll be back for you. You, of course, agree. Once his mother dragged him away, you stood, waving at your gathering fans as you return to Aizawa. Who was tense under his costume.

Yes, Aizawa may always seem tense, but at this moment he was truly tense.

"You okay there, Eraser?" You ask your boyfriend as the two of you continue walking down the evening streets. You were gathering the larger amounts of attention as he grumbled beside you. He hated doing patrols with you, you had too many fans, and it ruined the strolls.

"Yes," Aizawa mutters. The tone in his voice makes you chuckle. You're getting ready to further tease your annoyed boyfriend. You go quiet when his warm calloused hand slips in yours.

The grin on your face is unparalleled as you turn to look at him, but he walks on. His attention focused forward. The glasses on his face keep you from seeing where he's looking, and the blush he tries to hide through the bandages. Oh man, he was jealous of a four-year-old.

For the entire night, his hand was in yours. There was nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you to intervene on, and so patrol became a date.

It was almost midnight when your shift ended without a single issue, and the two of you walked home. The conversation made lightly as his hand moved from yours to your lower back. Guiding you as you made your way to your block.

"I think," You sigh as you unlock the front door. "I think I want to get married during the spring."

Your relationship had for a while now become very serious. The two of you so much as discussing married life. As well as your dream wedding whenever you were near private spaces.

Stepping inside, Aizawa closed the door behind the two of you, and you smiled. His arms went around your waist tightly, his nose brushing against your neck. The stubble on his face tickling your shoulder.

"I want it during the winter." Aizawa disagrees.

"That four-year-old boy would never treat me this way!" You tease as you walk away, Aizawa still holding onto your body.

There the two of you were for the rest of the night. You doing mindless chores, Aizawa glued to your body. He helped whenever he could, but for the most part, he breathed in the scent of your perfume.

Within time, he begins applying his body weight on you.

His mouth whispering sweet nothing's into your ear to make you laugh. Your ears were always ticklish, and it was something he always loved to exploit. He washed the dishes for you after you complained about how heavy he was to carry around. Of course, you stayed trapped within his arms. Aizawa was angling dishes to spray you with water. He keeps at it until you're thrashing in his arms, squealing to be let loose.

His chuckles are hot against your ear. His body pressed tightly behind yours, and you grin as you manage to throw a puddle of soap right on his face.

The scoff that escapes his lips, and the tension in his arms alerting you immediately of what he plans on doing. Before you can protest, the water hose in his hand pointed on you.

It drenched you immediately.

Screams fill the kitchen as the two of you are laughing. The two of you swatting for the hose until you are wheezing for air. You are almost staggering while laughing, all in an attempt to not fall down. There's also the way that Aizawa is laughing, often wetting himself in the process.

So the two of you go, unable to stop basking in this humorous love. It continues until the floor is drenched in water, and you're just about to pee your pants.

Panting, you push your wet hair away from your eyes, your eyes no longer on Aizawa who is smiling to himself. "Who would've known that the king of ambivalence, Aizawa Shouta, would be jealous of a four year old proposing!" You laugh as you go and grab the towel you'll be using to clean up the floor. Your shirt is sticking to your body, and your toes are cold against the floor.

A giggle escapes your lips. You're ready to describe the stupid look on Aizawa's face when the soap nearly landed on his tongue. You turn around, and the words in your throat die on before they can come out.

Aizawa is on his knee, kneeling on the water-soaked floors. His hair a mess, his clothes drenched, but that stupid smile is on his face.

Your smile drops as you look at his hands.

There sits a ring. A ring that you had described to him a countless amount of times, a ring that glistened even in the kitchen lights.

Your laughter became sobs even before he asked you the most important thing he could. Your hands cover your face as your head shakes rapidly, and there's a gentle chuckle from Aizawa.

"I haven't even asked yet, cry, baby." Aizawa teases, but his voice is thick with emotion.

You nod your head, as a strangled sob leaves it once more. "A-Ask me already!" You gasp as the tears continue falling down your face.

"I know you were planning on saving yourself for some four-year-old shrimp, but I would like to take a single shot at this," Aizawa whispers. Your head is nodding almost too fast, as your body shakes. "Y/l/n y/n, will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"

You sobbed, collapsing to the floor. Your right hand supporting you as the other suppresses your sobs. You nod your head over and over.

You don't feel the ring slipping into place, because all you know is that Aizawa's lips were on yours. Your hiccups impeding on the soulful exchange.

You pull away, gasping for air as you look at the shiny ring on your finger. "I can't believe you proposed to me, because of a four-year-old that beat you to it!!!" You laugh as Aizawa groans, his face planted back into your neck as the two of you continue to lie on the soaked wood.

Because at this moment, nothing mattered more than the man in your arms.