My Hero Academia x Readers

🍋Publicity Stunts: Aizawa x Reader Part 2

Tags: Vanilla Sex

What was originally a publicity stunt to help a failing actress become more relevant in today’s age of social media became the hot gossip of Japan’s talk shows, the head stories of magazines, blogs and the birth of the biggest game of who can spot the cute couple out on their date first. Shouta Aizawa never intended to become romantically involved with (Y/n) for too long if not at all. Romance never appealed to the man’s interest, not even as a teenager. It was just a hero being the good man they’re supposed to be by going out and doing a girl a favor. The first date came, then the second, and before he knew it she welcomed his daughter in with open arms. Most people don’t want to date someone who has kids let alone a job that doesn’t pay well yet (Y/n) always looked past all of his flaws as if they didn’t exist at all. The thing is, aren’t most desperate actors rude judgmental jerks behind the scenes? (Y/n) was one in a million.

For months now, the UA staff otherwise known as the only people Shouta would dare to call his friends, had been nagging this worn out man to propose to his dearest sweetheart. When Shouta turned the other cheek, many assumed he was too lazy to go out of his way to propose. Nobody, not even Nezu could pull himself to look past the fact that Shouta had a carefully calculated plan when it came to new bounds in the relationship. Yes, Shouta loves (Y/n) with all his heart and he would’ve proposed to her in a heartbeat the day Eri met (Y/n) in the flesh rather than on an LED screen. Does it really hurt anyone to take things slow? If (Y/n) couldn’t be patient with him, then he knew she wouldn’t be there for him in the long run.

(Y/n)’s waited an entire year now. Shouta knew it was time to see the master plan into fruition.

(Y/n) on the other hand, despite everything that already went wrong today at work, had been down and blue ever since she woke up this morning. She isn’t the only one who keeps track of milestones in the relationship as she too was aware that Shouta had been her significant other for an entire year. Was it wrong to expect something big? Maybe not proposal big but something along those lines? There were no good morning texts, no mention of a lunch date, not even a call to wish a happy one year anniversary. In the back of (Y/n)’s mind, she was hoping Shouta would surprise her at work with a bouquet of flowers or text her once at the very least. The text didn’t even have to be related to the anniversary!!! But nope… Nothing. (Y/n) understood that Shouta was a pro and the citizen’s safety comes first, that’s why she’s not gonna get her panties all up in a twist over today. Maybe he’s busy being a Pro, busy teaching his students, he’s sick or totally forgot. To be fair, he didn’t even know when they were dating for six months. Shouta’s either busy or totally forgot. Totally reasonable explanations. Maybe they could do something tomorrow when they both have the day off?

(Y/n) found herself smiling. There’s bad days and good days. If today was bad, tomorrow is guaranteed to be better! In the car ride home, she thought about all the wonderful things that await her arrival home. A long hot bubbly bath, some Netflix, maybe a large glass of aged wine, cat cuddle time and a goodnight call the little Eri. It always brought warmth to (Y/n)’s heart hearing Eri’s excited yet thankful voice at the end of each day. Yeah, today wasn’t as bad as (Y/n) originally thought. Not in the slightest.

Up the elevator she went. One, two, ten then twelve floors before the chrome doors skimmed across the floor away from the other to reveal the entrance to (Y/n)’s penthouse. (Y/n) felt a sense of unease as the interior’s lights were on. Each and every one of them despite being gone all day long. Only four people have access to the penthouse: The building owner, the building manager, her personal manager and Shouta. “Guess Shouta invited himself over,” (Y/n) came to her own conclusion. “Could’ve sworn I told him that I was working late,” the girl shrugged off her overcoat as she turned to her coat rack to hang the article of clothing. On one arm held Shouta’s jumbled mess he called scarves and on another was a suit jacket of all things. (Y/n) reached out and caressed the messy fabric of his scarves between her fingers, “I’m home!” She called only for her voice to echo. “I was working late today! Sorry if you had plans.” Yet there wasn’t a sound within the penthouse. “Shouta?” (Y/n) frowned. “He probably crashed on the bed again…”