bnha scenarios

aizawa shota | ☁

prompt: just days after adopting eri, the aizawa family settles into a steady rhythm of family breakfasts.
category: fluff
character: aizawa showota
word count: 768

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"PAPA!" Eri chimed, running around the house in her pretty pink pajamas. The little girl was ecstatic, raising her teddy bear above her head with a big grin on her face. He looked up, pressing the button on the toaster as he turned to glance at her. He instantly recognized the teddy bear, a soft smile shaping his lips at the sight of it.

He watched as his wife trailed after her, her own silk pajamas shaping her figure nicely as she yawned tiredly. "She found her birthday presents," Aizawa looked down at the little troublemaker, kneeling down to run his hand through her hair. "How'd you sleep?" Y/n's heart swelled as the two talked amongst each other, her little hands still cuddling the toy.

Shota stood up again, the girl now in his arms as she talked to her new toy. "You look creepy, smiling at us like that," He remarked with a small smirk, one that didn't go unnoticed by his wife. Y/n playfully frowned back, using a scrunchie to pull her hair together in a messy ponytail. "Hush, at least I don't have a weird smile." 

Despite the small insults they threw at one another, they loved each other endlessly and rarely got into actual arguments. In fact, it usually ended with Y/n apologizing (her temper was worse than his) and him being 'too tired to turn down her apology'. They'd been together since they were seventeen and eventually got married when they were twenty-five.

They would've gotten married earlier if it wasn't for their grueling positions as pro-heroes. Y/n set up their coffee machine, hearing the soft hum of it in the background as she grabbed a small cup. "So, what are the plans for today?" Shota took one look outside before going back to cooking some eggs and bacon for his wife and daughter; he was never a fan of either.

"Sleep,"

She rolled her eyes at his bland response, snaking her arms around his waist before pressing her lips against his cheek. "Shota," Y/n cooed, catching his attention due to the lack of their proximity. He looked over her shoulder, silently prompting her to continue. "I think we should go outside." 

His heart dropped. Outside? Voluntarily going outside?! Who is this imposter and what have they done to my wife?! He turned around, gripping her shoulders with surprised eyes. "Are you insane?" Y/n blinked at his reaction, her eyes darting to Eri's wonderstruck expression. "I don't think Eri's ever played in the snow, Shota."

Taking one look at the little six-year-old, Aizawa caved instantly and sighed. "Okay, but you have to get her ready." She smirked slyly, pulling away to get the coffee pot and pour some into each of their cups. However, in the little cup, she poured a generous amount of chocolate milk for Eri. "Fine by me, that means you have to get her clean and warm afterward."

He groaned at the trap he had fallen for, setting the eggs and bacon on their plates before taking the toast out of the toaster. Y/n set up the table, picking up a giggling Eri and spinning her around. "Hey, how about you put down your toy so you can eat?" That made the little girl pout as her brows furrowed, "Mama, Mr. Bear has to eat too!"

Y/n smiled and kissed the red-eyed girl's forehead. "Alright, alright. We'll give Mr. Bear some Lucky Charms." She nodded gleefully at the agreement, sitting in her chair quietly before putting Mr. Bear right next to her. Shota raised an amused eyebrow, watching his wife pour a separate bowl of Lucky Charms as she shrugged, smiling back.

However, the amusement continued as Shota took out a small cookie cutter shape of a bear face. "Shota, what are you—" "—hush, darling," Y/n immediately shut up, taken aback by the pet name as her cheeks flushed. She watched as he pressed the shape into his toast, popping out a replica of the cutter before placing it on Eri's little plate.

Her heart swelled at the action, seeing him only take the cut piece of toast and a cup of coffee for himself. He glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with his wife as he cocked his eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that, woman?" She pouted at his words, "I was just going to say I love you."

"I love you too."

"Good because you're going to have to clean the entrance after we stomp our snow-covered boots all over it."

" . . . "