Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

viii. I Don't Like That

Aizawa and [L/n] never expected to be in the positions they were in at the moment, never in a million years could they have guessed this would be something to occur in their lives.

"Why do I have to be the maid? Can't you be the butler?" [L/n] asked, looking at her beloved partner in heroism who was laying in bed.

"I refuse to call you My Lady instead of [L/n]."

"And you think I want to call you My Lord?" [L/n] retaliated, an eyebrow raised as she looked at the man. "I'm in a maids outfit now, and will be until this is over, in case you aren't aware."

"Eye candy."

"The hell you'd just say-"

"I'm kidding."

"Anyways, My Lord, I believe we have some business to attend to." [L/n] spoke both kindly and properly as she bowed curtly to the man who was temporarily no longer her partner, but rather, her master.

The Queen was genuine when she said she wanted them to be as undercover as possible, so much so that the two were living in a Manor, the Aizawa Manor, while they would be doing their mission here in London.

"Remember when you said that I should lighten up a bit? To go along with it?" Aizawa questioned, [L/n] immediately knowing where this was going.

"Yes, My Lord." Those words being spoken, she made her way to the windows and drew back all the curtains, sunlight seeping through the large room that was temporarily Aizawa's bedroom. Luckily for [L/n], if you could really call it luck, had done this type of thing before. It wasn't with Aizawa though, it was on her own and she became the maid for a villain they were tracking down years upon years ago, so she knew how this worked. It was new to Aizawa, though he understood the gist of it.

Once that was done she grabbed clothing from the humongous closet and walked towards Aizawa as he sat up held his arms out sideways.

"You're really going to make me dress you, aren't you?" She asked, the man doing nothing but quoting her words. "It's all in good fun, and hey, lighten up a bit, go along with it! Remember that? Because I do."

"I didn't know you were a sadist, Shou-"

"You're not in the place to call me Shouta, [L/n]."

"My apologies, My Lord." With a kind smile, the woman unbuttoned his pajama shirt and removed it gently from his body before putting on his shirt. Once that was done, the man stood up and she put on his pants, shoes, and everything in-between. He didn't deny it though.

"What are the plans for today?" Aizawa asked as the two made their way down the long halls, towards the spiral staircases and down into the kitchen.

"Today we'll be going to the Walker Manor to talk about business, ourselves and many others will be there today in a joint collaboration." [L/n] informed, Aizawa nodding as his maid poured his tea. "I'm not fully aware of the business matters, but what we do know is that it has something to do with altering people's Quirks."

The thought of Quirk altering made them both uncomfortable, but they were here for a reason, and asked to do this for a reason.

"Why did we accept this again?" Aizawa asked as he sipped his drink.

"Because you're a sadist who enjoys my pain." [L/n] stated in an oh-so-kind tone.

"Besides that."

"So you're admitting to it-"

"No, I'm just not wasting my time denying such strong allegations. Regardless, it's almost time for us to go, and we can't afford to break character, not while we're there. Or here once we come back." Aizawa spoke, both of them knowing that all jokes were aside for now.