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Explosive Love: Part 5 – Sero & Denki: Bros vs Baby Bomb
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitters Hanta Sero & Denki Kaminari
Genre: Chaotic Comedy, Tag-Team Disaster
Summary: They called themselves the “Ultimate Babysitter Duo.” They wore matching shirts. They brought snacks. They were so sure they’d nail it. But the baby had other plans… and Denki forgot to bring nose plugs.
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“I don’t see the problem,” Denki said confidently as he adjusted his “BABY DUTY” headband.
“We’ve got this,” Sero agreed, tossing a roll of duct tape into the air and catching it like it was part of his combat gear. “Two pros. One baby. No fear.”
Kirishima opened the door, holding the baby like she was made of nitroglycerin.
“You guys sure you’re ready?” he asked for the tenth time.
“Dude,” Denki grinned, “we’ve babysat a cat before.”
“Yeah,” Sero added, “and that cat only pooped in Denki’s shoe once. So, like. We’re trained.”
You raised an eyebrow. “She’s... different.”
The baby gurgled sweetly.
FORESHADOWING INTENSIFIES
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T+15 Minutes:
They were vibing. Music playing. Baby bouncing. Denki had given her a sparkly bow headband, and Sero was trying to teach her to high-five.
“This is easy,” Denki said, stretching out on the couch. “I think we’re naturally gifted.”
PFFFT.
The sound was small.
The smell was not.
Sero went still. “Was that… her?”
Denki waved his hand dramatically. “Whoa—why is it spicy?!”
The baby grinned and clapped. Like a tiny villain. A very proud one.
PHBRRRRTTTT.
Denki staggered back like he'd been shot. “THAT ONE HAD VIBRATION!!”
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T+28 Minutes:
Denki was hiding behind the kitchen island.
“She’s targeting me,” he whispered into a banana, pretending it was a walkie-talkie.
Sero was kneeling on the couch with a blanket over his nose. “We’ve got gas, repeat, full gas zone! Operation Diaper Storm is a go!”
“Negative!” Denki cried. “I am NOT opening that containment zone!”
“YOU fed her the applesauce!”
“I didn’t know applesauce unlocked her final form!”
The baby squealed with laughter.
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T+40 Minutes:
There was tape on the walls. Baby wipes scattered across the battlefield. Sero was trying to MacGyver a diaper disposal unit out of a trash can and a fan.
Denki was holding a candle like it was holy protection.
“She’s too powerful,” he muttered. “This baby runs on nuclear.”
“Not even All Might trained for this,” Sero whispered.
The baby let out a tiny, victorious toot.
Both men froze.
“Brace for impact.”
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When you returned, you found Sero with clothespins on his nose and Denki wearing swimming goggles for no reason.
“She’s asleep,” Sero said weakly.
“But at what cost?” Denki added.
You scooped up your peacefully snoozing, deceptively innocent child.
Kirishima chuckled. “So… you guys wanna try again next week?”
They spoke in unison: “HELL. NO.”
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Next up: Aizawa stops by to “observe.”
“Head Trauma? Never Heard of Her”
Featuring: You (bleeding, unbothered), Aizawa (perpetually tired), Midnight (living for the drama), and Present Mic (too loud for this).
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Scene: Back Alley Behind a Fight – 6:45 PM
The battle is over. Villains: tied up. Civilians: safe. Heroes: dusting themselves off.
That’s when Aizawa freezes, squints into the distance, and mutters—
Aizawa: “Is that… blood?”
Midnight: “Where?”
Present Mic: “WHERE?!” echoing like a fire truck
They turn the corner and find you—a girl with a split-open forehead, a suspiciously calm smile, and a half-eaten granola bar.
Sitting on the curb. Bleeding. A lot. Like, A Lot a lot.
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You: casually “Hey guys. Don’t mind me. Just leaking a bit.”
Aizawa: blinking slowly “You're actively hemorrhaging.”
You: “Yeah, it’s kind of a vibe. Adds mystery.”
Midnight: already digging for her first-aid kit “Sweetie, how are you even conscious?!”
You: “Adrenaline and vibes.”
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Present Mic: “DID YOU GET ATTACKED?!”
You: cringing “Volume, my guy. I already hear ocean sounds and the voice of God.”
Aizawa: “You need a hospital.”
You: “Eh. Maybe. Or maybe this is my villain origin story.”
Midnight: “You’re too chill for a villain. You’d get distracted mid-monologue.”
You: “Correct. I’d stop to compliment someone’s shoes.”
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Aizawa: “What happened?”
You: “Long story short, I tripped chasing a cat. Into a dumpster. Then a pipe fell on my head. The cat is fine though.”
Present Mic: “SHE TRIED TO BEFRIEND A DUMPSTER CAT.”
You: offended “He was majestic.”
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Midnight: “You are bleeding like a faucet and still defending the cat?”
You: “His name is Garbage Prince and I’d die for him.”
Aizawa: already dialing an ambulance “You just might.”
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Scene: Waiting for the ambulance
You: “Do I get a cool scar? Like one that makes people think I’ve seen things?”
Present Mic: “Only if you survive!”
You: thumbs up, slightly swaying “Neat.”
Midnight: “I want whatever mental stability cocktail you’re on.”
You: “It’s called ‘delusion and snacks.’”
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Scene: Ambulance arrives
Paramedic: “What happened?!”
You: “Gravity and poor decision-making.”
Aizawa: “Put her on full watch. She named the blood trail on the way here.”
You: “His name is Kevin.”
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To Be Continued…?
Confession
Shouta Aizawa x drunk reader
🌙Scenario/Oneshot
"Heyyy cutieee" you tell the man in the bar you’re not sure how drunk you were but sure as hell you were intoxicated with just about anything. The man chuckled and looked at you with a sly smirk. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." he said, clearly enjoying your drunken flirting.
"Yaaa I am" you hiccup leaning in for a kiss on the stranger but someone stops you, Aizawa appeared behind you and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back towards him.
"That's enough, you're coming with me." he said sternly.
"What where are we goin?" You ask as He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar.
"I'm taking you home. You're too drunk to be here by yourself." His low voice stated it sounded worried but aggressive
"Mhhh do you even know wha I livee?" You laugh,He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.
"No, I don't know where you live. That's why I'm taking you to my place. I'm not leaving you alone in this state."
"Mhhh" you give him a hum, He’s practically dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi, making sure you didn't stumble or fall.
"You're such a handful when you're drunk," he murmured as he gave the taxi driver his address.
you start to fall asleep on Aizawa slowly playing with his hands. Aizawa noticed your head slump onto his shoulder as you started to doze off. He smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your touch as you mindlessly played with his hands.
Aizawa's heart raced as you played with his fingers, your grip on them unyielding. He gulped as you began to kiss his fingers, soft little taps that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He tried to remain stoic, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.
"When are we getting outtt" you whined.
Aizawa tore his gaze from your wandering hand and looked out the taxi window.
"We're almost there." he replied, his voice strained. He wanted to look back at you, to watch your every move, but he forced himself to keep his eyes averted, his willpower being tested. You continue with why you were doing to his fingers giving them multiple kisses Aizawa couldn't help but gasp as your lips touched his fingers, leaving several light kisses along the digits. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mixture of desire and confusion coursing through him.
"You..you're drunk," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "
You don't know what you're doing."
"Mhhh", "I know who I want to doo~" you giggle to yourself
Leaving aizawa a blushing mess furiously as your words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But he forced himself to remember that you were drunk and not in your right mind.
"You don't," he stated firmly, even as his body ached to pull you closer.
"You don't know what you're saying. You're just drunk and talking crazy."
"Waaa I doo!" You exclaim grabbing onto the taxi drivers collar
Aizawa's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the taxi driver and back towards him.
"No, you're not," he hissed, his grip on your wrist firm, "You're not going anywhere near any other man tonight. You're coming with me."
"Mhhh nooo" you look at him with sadness
Aizawa's heart ached at the look of sadness in your eyes, but he was resolute. He leaned in close, his grip on your wrist unwavering.
"Yes, you are," he stated firmly, "You're coming with me, and you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the night. You need to sober up and come to your senses….” Quietness filled the car ride untill you spoke up.
"This car is so boring..."
Aizawa rolled his eyes at your statement, but he couldn't help but agree with you. The taxi ride felt like it was taking forever, with the silence and the tension growing between the two of you.
He decided to try and distract you, anything to divert your attention from the boredom and the alcohol coursing through your system.
"Hey, why don't you tell me why you were out drinking tonight? Why were you at some random club anyway?" He question With curiosity.
"Trying to distract myself" you hiccup
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your response. He could sense that there was something deeper behind your drinking, something you were trying to escape from.
"Distract yourself from what?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet persistent.
"What has you so worked up that you feel the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"
"Oh aizawaaa you wouldn't understand” you reply in despair
Aizawa's expression softened at the hint of despair in your voice. He had an inkling that he knew what you were going through, more than you might realize.
"Try me," he said gruffly, shifting closer to you in the cramped taxi. "I may be a jaded teacher, but I'm not completely oblivious to the troubles of life. Whatever it is you're dealing with, I might understand more than you think." he chuckles at his words.
"Uggg fine since you insist, I was distracting myself from love " you snuggle next to him
Aizawa's heart ached as you revealed the source of your turmoil. He had suspected it might be something along those lines, but hearing you confirm it made his chest tighten with emotion. He wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer to him.
"Love, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft.
"It can be a real thorn in the side sometimes, can't it?"
"Yes... it can... and it hurts a lot Aizawa ... it hurts so much..." you start to calm down with tears filling your eyes, Aizawa felt the pain in your words, the raw emotion behind them. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
"I know it hurts," he replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sorrow,
"Believe me, I understand. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It can be messy, complicated, and yes, it can hurt like hell."
"I just wish he'd love me too..." you sigh
Aizawa's heart sank further as you voice your wish for reciprocated love. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about could it be torshino or possibly hizashi?, it weighed heavily on his mind. He tried to maintain a neutral expression as he asked,
"This...this person you're in love with, he doesn't love you back?"
" I'm not sure... but sometimes I just feel he doesn't love me .. I just know it ..."
Aizawa felt the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty and the despair. He knew that feeling of insecurity and doubt all too well.
He pulled you a little closer, his arm tight around you in a comforting gesture.
"Sometimes our own insecurities can cloud our judgment," he said softly, "It's possible he does love you but doesn't know how to express it, or maybe you're misreading the signs."
"He's so handsome ..., he's everything to me, he's someone l'd die for..." you bite your lip holding in the cries, He tried to remain composed, but his voice wavered as he spoke,
"You feel so strongly for him. It's clear he means the world to you..."
"He does ..."
Aizawa nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He could hear the depth of your feelings behind those words, the devotion and loyalty you held for this person.
"And does he know how you feel about him?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on your solemn expression.
" mhhh no ... I'm afraid ... he'll say no... he's very busy... he's a teacher yk ..." you laugh at the teacher comment Aizawa's heart sank even further at your response, realizing you were talking about a fellow teacher his suspensions could be true he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with a flicker of hope. He tried to sound casual as he replied,
"Ah, a teacher huh? Yep, we're a busy bunch, always grading papers and dealing with troublesome students." He chuckles
"Yes he's so cute when he's in his sleeping bag" you giggle and position yourself to say on his lap
Aizawa's breath hitched as you moved to perch on his lap, your words sending a wave of confusion and...dare he say, pleasure through him. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression, his body tensing under your touch.
"Ah, the sleeping bag," he managed to respond, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, that's my preferred napping method in the teacher's lounge."
"Yes he's so cute I love him so much" you try not to doze off his warmth Aizawa's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to correct you, to tell you to stop speaking so honestly. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt hearing you praise him, even if you possibly mistook him for another teacher. He shifted a little uncomfortable under you, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.
"You... You think he's cute, huh?" he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.
" yes so cuteee i love him so much..." as you doze off before whispering his name "shota... mhmhm love you so much..."
Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as you sleepily murmured his name and confessed your love. A mix of shock, disbelief, and something else stirred within him it was him.. you loved him, this causing his chest to tighten as he looked down at you as you dozed off on his lap, your words playing in his mind on repeat. He sat there, conflicted and torn, his feelings a tangled mess.
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Husband/ Shouta Aizawa x reader
⚡️edge
you slid out of bed and slowly started walking over to the door. Wondering where your husband could be, Pressing down on the handle, you opened the wooden door to reveal your husband sat up working.
Shouta noticed the sudden opening of his door, and he snapped his head up to look at you. "You should be asleep..." He mumbled, keeping his voice deep and quiet as he placed his pen back down onto the desk.
"You should be asleep with me " you smile at your husband. Shouta couldn't help the small smirk that crept across his face as you spoke.
He leaned back in his chair and looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your figure for a minute. He chuckled lightly.
“You're distracting me, you know?"
You walk over to his desk with a hum
" I can always leave you alone then”. A shiver ran down his spine as you leant down and whispered in his ear. He looked at you with that all too familiar smirk before gently grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.
"No, no..." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your chest. "Stay."
You giggle at his actions and began stroking his hair softly "you're so cute..." you tell him
Your touch was a welcome distraction, and his smirk widened as you called him cute. He closed his eyes and relaxed against you as you continued running your fingers through his hair.
"And you're a pain in my ass..." He mumbled, leaning into your touch even more as he spoke.
"Oh? I am" you giggle at his words and snuggle at his chest, Shouta chuckled softly and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His hands rested on your waist and he began rubbing circles with his thumbs into your skin.
"You are. You can't even let me work in peace..." He sighed, though there was a hint of amusement in his tired voice. "Mhhh" " im not your peace yk" you chuckle as you began to kiss his neck softly. A low hum rumbled in Shouta's throat as you started kissing his neck. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, keeping you in place on his lap. He titled his head, giving you better access to his neck as he closed his eyes again. You start to kiss and suck of his neck leaving purple love marks on your loving husband teasing his member
Shouta let out a shaky breath as you marked his neck, slowly becoming covered in hickeys. He groaned as you began to tease him, he moved one of his large hands up to grip your hair.
"Ah... you're such a tease..." He mumbled as you continued leaving love bites across his neck.
"Mh I know~ it's just so fun looking at your reaction my love" you say as you continue teasing him. He chuckles softly, his breath hitching every now and then with a small gasp or a soft moan as you continued marking him. Opening one eye to look at you, his pupils dilated and his expression was one of pure need.
"You're gonna be the death of me..." He huffed.
You laugh at his words once again and pull on his scarf pulling him closer to you, you kiss his soft lips, As he leaned returning your kiss with just as much passion his tongue traced at your lip, silently begging for access to your mouth.
One of his hands tangled in your hair, pinning you in place to keep you from pulling away and teasing him further.
"When your done we can do more things” you tell him, Shouta froze at your words, heat rising in his cheeks once again. he broke the kiss, and stared at you for a few seconds without speaking. He smirked, his gaze dark and almost predatory as he stared up at you.
He slowly moved a hand up to your thigh and started rubbing up and down. "Oh, really? What did you have in mind?"
"you'll find out later baby~" you reply as a soft groan escaped from Shouta's throat as you continued to tease him through his pants. "You're driving me insane..." He mumbled, his grip on your thigh getting even tighter.
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Shinsou messaging Kaminari.
I saw this post on Twitter and dropped everything until I threw this together.
I made a c.ai character if you wanna check it; (User is still Akira9lives)
You may ask for other characters and prompts to be done, I'll try to deliver.
Here's my taken on my first ever character:
(YN Shinsou)
*{{user}} and Hitoshi are siblings. They both have indigo hair, Hitoshi's hair is messy up and {{user}}'s is down but cute as it was messy and wavy. {{user}} and Hitoshi were biological siblings, adopted by Aizawa and Present Mic, they had moved up from the general education course to class 1-B and decided to visit Aizawa after lunch.*
*As Aizawa and the Shinsou siblings walk down the hall in U.A. the three pass by Bakugo and Kirishima- with seemingly the rest of the self proclaimed 'bakusquad' trailing behind them. Kaminari, being good friends with Hitoshi, was the first to acknowledge the three.*
Kaminari: "Oh! Hey Mr Aizawa! Toshi, and-" *He pauses when he gets a glance at {{user}}, smiling at the recognition of his friend's sibling though the rest of the squad didn't know them* "{{user}}!!"
Aizawa: “Good afternoon Kaminari.” *He greets, scanning over the group.* "I trust you six aren't doing anything stupid?" *He asks, eyes scanning over each individual member of the Bakusquad; Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Mina and Jirou.*
Here's your reminder that in season 6 (Episode 115 on Hulu) Aizawa, 6 minutes in, refers to his students as his children 🤚
I believe the exact conversation went:
[Endeavor] "Such a handy quirk - You know, it's not too late to become one of my sidekicks."
[Eraser head] "Yeah, that's a "no." Who else is gonna step in and train all my useless children?"
SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS
So is it bad that I want Bnha to end like this...
Deku is dead (unknown reasons) and Bakugou is standing at his grave telling Deku’s story for him.
Shigaraki is also dead (killed in a fight) and was never redeemed. I want him to be a villain through and through til the end.
The league is redeemed and honors Shigaraki’s death, because found family for life.
Kurogiri gets his memories back, gets to live happily as Shirakumo, and rebuilds his friendships with Aizawa and Hizashi.
To me this would be a much more satisfying ending because it wouldn’t be the typical, the hero wins and lives happily, while the villain is either redeemed or sacrifices themself because they rediscovered the good in them.
It probably won’t end like this, but I can dream.
aizawa with a pro hero that always get paired up together (did i mention they hate eachother to the point they cant stand eachother)
standard procedure | s. aizawa
you and aizawa constantly get partnered for fieldwork. the job is clean. the dynamic, not so much.
Hey, I love all your SMAU’s so much, I was wondering if maybe you could do one that’s Aizawa x reader and they have a kid together?
I think it would be so cute, if not that’s ok, I love your smau’s so much
dorm life, parent life | s. aizawa
co-parenting with aizawa was already hard enough. now you're doing it in the middle of the ua dorms.
Hi! 😭 I really like your SMAU stories/scenarios, i think they're so funny and I love reading through them. So with that, can you do another dadzawa one? I loved that one, I love dadzawa. Make it anything as long as it includes dadzawa and brainrot lol. And maaaybe also another part where they say 'I love you'? Just out of nowhere? Please? 😭
parental oversight | s. aizawa
being aizawa's daughter means sharing the house with a sleep-deprived cryptid and 3 cats (part ii to 'parental guidance')
office hours | s. aizawa
⇨ in which a tired college professor starts texting his equally tired colleague
parental guidance | s. aizawa
being aizawa's teenage daughter means sharing the house with a sleep-deprived cryptid and 3 cats.
fic recs of the week:
solidarity (was the movement that turned the direction of history) by daylightbreaks
MHA, Complete, 2 Chapters, 14,250 Words
Midoriya gets expelled when rumours around his notebooks lead to him being assumed to be the U.A traitor. Class 1a, outraged by his expulsion decide to collectively withdraw from U.A in solidarity with Midoriya.
🐟🐟🐟
The Idiot's Guide To Faking Your Own Death by whatagoodegg
MHA, Complete, 1 Chapter, 21,493 Words
Aizawa gets hit with a quirk that makes him impossible to be perceived by others. Aizawa, delirious from just being hit with a child's newly manifested quirk, assumes that he must be dead and is now a Ghost.
🐟🐟🐟
personal record by lostintheclouds321
MHA, Complete, 2 Chapters, 16,877 Words
Midoriya gets black marks on his record after a middle school teacher puts the blame on him for being bullied. Unfortunately U.A does not accept applicants with marks on their record.
🐟🐟🐟
A Trip Down Trauma Lane by Aerugonian
MHA, Complete, 1 Chapter, 11,125 Words
30 y/o Aizawa time travels 10 years into the past. Trying to solve problems earlier turns out to be more complicated than he was expecting.
🐟🐟🐟
sad sights everywhere (it's never tiring, i swear) by pidgenfly26
MHA, Complete, 1 Chapter, 1,323 Words
Midoriya is the grim reaper.
Headcannons about Aizawa's sugar baby
MDNI! 18+ content towards the end! You will be blocked!
Any time he takes you somewhere, you are forbidden from touching the radio. It stays on one station, even when commercials play. Any guesses as to what that station is? If you guessed the alt rock station, you're right. Shota listens to dad rock.
Shota will buy you anything you want, even if he doesn't see the point. Once you bought a stuffed animal of him. The subtle quirk of his brow was the only indicator of his silent question to its value.
Shota always gets you food, no matter where you go. He never takes you back home without a full belly
-- Bonus thought on that, he thinks you're cutest when you're eating. Your cheeks puffing out, and your avoidance of his face because you think you look bad when you're eating. It's adorable, how shy you get over some food in your mouth
You used to keep your bills on your refrigerator to make sure you paid them... Until Shota took them off your fridge and paid them randomly. You lived alone, and your bills weren't uber expensive, but you still didn't like the idea of him doing it all
Insists that you call him Shota at all times. With the nature of your exchange, formalities are unnecessary.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SPICY
Shota loooooves kissing your neck. He always notices when your breath hitches, or when you the little gasp he thinks is so hot falls from your lips.
He's surprisingly gentle, even when he's had a rough night. He's never been one to take out his emotions on other people. He's very rational-minded. '
I think this is a given, but Shota would absolutely restrain you with his scarf. Seeing you give him that pout, all cute and helpless... It does things to him
Shota looooves hearing you beg. He doesn't value himself as much as he should, so hearing you say you need or want him really gets him going
Shota also loves when you ride him. Although, even if you're on top, you don't get control. Your hands are wrapped up in front of you with his scarf, and his hands move you.
You put your arms around me and I'm home
Shota Aizawa had always been a man of few words unless they were sarcastic, dry, or honest. It was just who he was as a person. He didn't see the point in mindless chatter. He hated listening to it
But that changed when he met you.
You became his teacher's assistant after the war because he had to accept a TA. Nezu said with his injuries, he couldn't continue work without a TA.
So, there was you. You were sweet with not only the students, but him, too.
Maybe it was just because he'd gone through so much trauma in the war, but the same sweetness he once hated became something he looked forward to every day. In the form of you.
It didn't take long for looking forward to seeing you to turn into something different. And while Shota made himself emotionally unavailable most of the time, he wasn't stupid. He knew he loved you.
He hid it with sarcastic remarks, dry quips, and his usual stoic demeanor. But it only seemed to make you sweeter. Your sweet tone calling out things to him like
"Rough day, Shota?" Or "Is your leg bothering you at all?" Or even "Let me rub your shoulders, you look tense."
He protested, but the second your gentle, soft hands touched his shoulders, he was done. As if he wasn't, you finished the massage and hugged him.
He felt secure in a way he never had before. And it was then that he realized he might be completely and utterly fucked. Because when you put your arms around him, it felt like home.
On one particularly rough day, Shota let you walk him to his apartment if only to have the sweetness he'd grown to love a little longer. You know, before he had to sit in complete silence and pretend everything was fine when it wasn't.
He didn't know what he expected. Maybe for you to leave him at the doorway with a simple wave, like any normal person.
But you didn't.
You hugged him.
And all the stress of the day melted off his shoulders.
And in that moment, his usual stoic demeanor dropped. He spoke four words, uncharacteristically soft.
"I don't hate you."
Your laugh rang out, a beautiful sound.
"I know, Shota. I know."