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⋆˙⟡ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Fem!Art Teacher!Reader. Pt. 2 ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 4/14 ✮˚.⋆

This is part 2, of Looking, which you can read here.

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Enjoy darlings ✧˖°.

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It had been roughly a week since the conversation with Mic, and god you were trying everything.

You’d tried to be obvious, but not pushy with how you were trying to get closer to Aizawa, but not a lot seemed to get a reaction out of him. You didnt believe he was outright ignoring you, but maybe brushing you off so he didn’t hurt your feelings if you confessed to him.

Was this whole idea stupid?…

Probably.

Did it make you feel like a high school girl hopelessly pining over a boy in her class?

Yeah.

Were you still determined because you’d already started this little boss battle and now you were in too deep to go back on the progress you’d managed to make?

Oh definitely.

You sighed softly, frowning a bit as you stared at the canvas before you, your eyes lingering on the shades and colors staring back at you. You’d hit a wall with your piece, a gorgeous forest with lovely painted trees and green grass, even a deer standing in a patch of sunlight streaming through the leaves.

It was unfinished.

You sighed more heavily this time, rubbing your cheek with your wrist. You, not only, we’re dealing with the turmoil of your feelings for Shota, but also your painting hobby had seemed more like a chore recently. Maybe it was just your fatigue, or maybe it was just a rough patch. Either way, you needed to figure it out.

You glared at your painting, silently willing it to paint itself and solve your relationship problems also.

“You’re gonna lose that staring contest, you know.”

You almost jumped out of your skin as the low, velvety voice of the man you’d been chasing, Shota Aizawa, spoke tiredly to you. You whipped around and felt heat rise to your ears as he stood there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms and legs crossed. A typical Aizawa pose.

You glanced back to the painting to hide your flushed cheeks and sighed, rubbing the back of your neck “ha ha” you mumbled dryly, running your eyes over the different plants and lightings you’d painted.

Aizawa hummed as he pushed himself off of the wall, walking over to stand next to the stool you were sitting on “looks nice.” He commented, his voice breaking the silence of your room after school hours.

You felt your skin break out in goosebumps as he spoke to you about something you’d poured so much time and effort into.

It honestly made your heart flutter a bit.

“Ah..thanks..it’s not done” you rubbed the tip of your nose with your index finger shyly, a bashful habit you had.

He raised a brow and glanced to you “not finished? How so?” He asked, his tired, dark grey eyes resting on you, running over the paint splotches on your skin and clothes, the way your hair looked in the bun with a paintbrush holding it up. Aizawa couldn’t lie, he did find the messy aesthetic you had..endearing.

You sighed, the perfectionist in you seeing so many errors, that others who hadn’t made them, or didn’t have a clue about art, couldn’t pick up on. “Some of the values and shades are uneven, the paint is still splotchy- the streaks are super visible and-“ you could feel yourself starting to stress out, your heart rate picking up a bit.

Your growing state of distress completely silenced as you felt a warm and large hand be placed on your shoulder “take it easy, Y/n. Just breathe for a sec.”

You snapped your head to the side to see Aizawa with his ever present, stoic look still on his features, his eyes deep and reassuring.

You nodded and let out a soft, shaky sigh, the hand on your shoulder bringing heat to your cheeks, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aizawa.

He nodded as you slowly calmed down, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. The motion was both soothing and pleasant, yet exciting and flustering.

You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear “s-sorry..I’m a bit..passionate when it comes to painting” you laughed a little and smiled over at Aizawa.

If his comforting touch wasn’t surprising enough, seeing the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, was even more exciting.

“It’s alright, nothing to get bent outta shape about.” He murmured softly, his hand slowly falling from your shoulder, brushing the rest of your arm on its way down and making you shiver.

“Yeah, you’re right” you let out a shaky exhale to cool your nerves. He was closer than usual, being more..how would you even describe it..? Open? Talkative?

You glanced at him and blushed softly, feeling a small smile pull at your lips. You didn’t know if you were about to start poking the boundary line, but here went nothing.

“You’re talkative today” you commented hesitantly, glancing over at him with a small smile, to which Aizawa let out a huff. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning his hip against the table to his right “remind me to be more quiet.”

You stiffened and quickly shook your head “n-not that it’s a bad thing! I actually enjoy you talking! Really! I like talking to you- please don’t stop” you hadn’t meant to let all of that spill.

Aizawa raised a bow, smiling a bit, and making your stomach flutter with aggressive butterflies. He’d been slowly realizing your feelings for him, but he’d always been a slow burn type, who was he to deny himself a bit of fun?

At least that’s what he told himself.

He likes to put himself in the position where he was sure he wouldn’t be hurt. Back when he was in high school, he’d had his heart broken by loss and his peers, and if Shota was being honest, he really didn’t wanna go through that again.

Aizawa knew you though- at least a bit.

You’d been trying to get closer with him and spend even a bit more time with him, but he was just..anxious.

He looked over at you and hummed, feeling a small heat crawl onto his cheeks. If there was any way to make the stoic and strong EraserHead swoon, it would definitely be to say you wanted him around.

He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit smaller in the conversation than he just had been. “You..want me around?” He repeated, a faint hint of disbelief on his tone. He cringed a little, hating how unsure of himself he sounded.

You looked at him, feeling just as unsure of yourself. Was his reaction good or bad? You had no idea, and no other option than to be honest, considering you’ve walked yourself right into this.

A soft sigh left you as you put down your paintbrush. “Yeah..of course I do..you’re..honestly one of my new favorite people..Aizawa..and I know that must sound silly, since we’re not super close or anything, but I just..you’re strong..you care about your students and you’re an amazing hero..you’re humble and honestly just wicked intelligent..”

Yup, you were digging a very deep grave for yourself later. You couldn’t believe the words that were slowly making realization dawn on Shota’s face.

He felt his pale cheeks heat up- and god why did you have to look so goddamn cute? Why did you have to slowly steal his heart from him, and he was only now realizing it?

Aizawa looked down “it’s not weird, I’m..honestly glad you feel that way.” He let out a sigh and glanced away “I feel the exact same about you, Y/n.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your eyes widened. Was he saying that about what you’d actually said? Or about what you’d been implying with your words?

“A-Aizawa..?”

You slowly got off of your stool and took a tentative step forward.

Aizawa tensed at your coming closer, but slowly relaxed and looked at you.

It was cheesy, all of it was, and normally the stoic and closed off Aizawa wouldn’t pay much mind to something so emotionally open and honest, but something about the way you were looking at him, the paint on your cheek and shimmer in your eyes just..stole his breath from him.

He found his own feet moving, and a hand coming up to your cheek. Finally he just couldn’t take the conflicting feelings of wanting to remain safe and alone, and risking his feelings to be close with you.

You gasped and froze as you suddenly felt lips on yours.

You felt Shota’s lips on yours.

His stubble lightly scratched your skin, and his eyes were shut, a hand still easily engulfing your cheek in its calloused warmth.

You found that your classroom disappeared, your world slowly narrowing to just be the two of you alone.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, and you shakily brought your hands up to his shoulders.

He didn’t rush your kiss, and neither did you.

It was soft and gentle, the feeling of his lips on yours, and you couldn’t get enough.

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As the two of you parted, he placed his forehead on yours, both of your eyes still shut, your noses brushing together.

It felt reckless, scary- but so correct- his hands around your waist, your hands on his shoulders and his breath lightly fanning your face.

The two of you were slowly realizing what your fears had been holding you back from..

..Each other.

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Okay but fr tho..I think this is a pretty wholesome ending. As much as I love Izuku, I used to foam at the MOUTH for Shota Aizawa. Still do tbh.



Ochako with a gn s/o who has a flower quirk! Like they make flowers grow and they give her flowers all the time and shes just so in love??? Thank you!!!!

MY GIRL URARAKA GETS A REQUEST HALLELUJAH!!

Uraraka is a sap when it comes to romance, but she didn’t figure this out until she met her current partner who happened to have a flower quirk

It was totally by accident that they met since they don’t go to UA and instead want to use their quirk to help plant conservationists and possibly become a botanist 

Uraraka was grabbing some free bubble tea from a place that just opened up because they were having a promotion and she wouldn’t otherwise go out of her way for something that would cost money like that

A florist booth sat next to the bubble tea shop and someone was chatting up the older man very excitedly about flowers. They looked over, saw Uraraka with her purple bubble tea, and went “oh no, she’s cute” so they used their quirk to make a small handful of purple flowers as a bold first move

She’s caught off-guard because she doesn’t know this person but their hands are shaking while holding out the flowers and muttering that they’re for her. Cue her nearly passing out from flushed embarrassment

They’re both idiots who don’t how to flirt or accept gifts but manage to strike up a conversation. They’re super interested in her hero training at UA and Uraraka thinks it’s super cool that they want to use their quirk for something other than hero work since she hadn’t really considered any other career path

Once they actually start dating Uraraka is literally showered in flowers every time they meet up and she just doesn’t know what to do. She isn’t used to this type of affection and her normally barren dorm room is now colorful and smells wonderful

Her quirk doesn’t allow her to give them anything which she feels bad about because she’s essentially broke, but it’s the experiences that matter vs the gifts

Once they know her favorite colors, scents, and types of flowers they surprise her with them even when they aren’t together, bribing some of her classmates to give Uraraka flowers when she leasts expects it

Yaoyorozu, Ashido, and Hagakure are squealing with how adorably romantic it is 24/7

May I please ask for scenario with Class 1-A meeting Bakugou’s toddler-aged sister when she comes to visit him at the dorms? (She came with their parents cause they’re visiting Bakugou but oops they got separated now she’s crying in the living room cause she can’t find anyone from her family)

Aha,alright so…I’m not super fond of kids. I just don’t really likechildren. I know that can be a controversial opinion but I’m not herefor that discourse, just stating a fact that’s true for myself. So Inever write about kids, but I’ll do my best for you anon :P

Ittook a while for everyone to get used to living in the dormitories,but once everything was settled the students found themselvescomfortable in the shared space. They could talk with each othereasily, have study sessions, and – considering all the villainattacks – confide in their fellow classmates about fears,anxieties, and possibilities for the future.

Midoriya,Iida, Uraraka, and Tsuyu currently sat in the living room of theirshared space, relaxing after an intense day of training and schoolwork.

“Aizawa-senseisure didn’t go easy on us today…” Uraraka said, letting out anexhausted breath. “I’m so tired.”

“Maybeyou should rest, Uraraka. A proper night’s sleep is essential!”Iida – the responsible dad of the bunch – always focused too muchon his class rep responsibilities, even when they were no longer inclass.

“Iida-kunyou need to chill out…huh? What’s that noise?” They all turnedfrom their places on the couch, a strange sound disrupting thesilence of the room. A small child stood near the front entrance ofthe dorms, obviously upset and crying.

“Achild…? Where did they come from?” Everyone stood up to walk overto the crying toddler to make sure she was uninjured. Tsuyu, havingyounger siblings of her own, leaned down to comfort her cries andsilence her tears.

“It’salright, don’t be scared. Are you lost?” She picked up the child,who seemed soothed by the rocking motion of Tsu’s arms. “Who do youthink she belongs to?”

“Herhair kind of looks like…”

“..Kacchan?”Midoriya answered Uraraka’s question. “It’s the same color andspiky style! I don’t know who else she might belong to…maybe he hasa sister?”

“KacchanKacchan!” The little girl perked up at Bakugou’s nickname, hertears now dried as she giggled playing with Tsuyu’s long hair.

Iidanodded, his arms waving wildly. “We must return this lost child toher parent immediately!” His erratic movements made the smallgirl’s eyes water, her nose sniffling as she hid behind Tsuyu’s hair.

“Iida-kun,don’t be so loud!”

“Hey guys! Woah who’s the kid?” The group turned around to see Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima walked towards them from the other end of the dorm. 

“We think she might be related to Bakugou,” Uraraka said, again looking down at the child in Tsuyu’s arms. 

“Aha, no way!” Kirishima bent forward, eyes squinting at the small girl who stared right back. “Wait, yeah I see it now!” He promptly made a funny face, making the little girl laugh…until she reached out and yanked on his hair. 

“Yep, she’s definitely Bakugou’s sister.”

“Well…what do we do? She obviously came here with someone, I assume her parents but I don’t know where they might be,” Midoriya said, muttering to himself trying to figure out a solution to this predicament as Kirishima tried to pry the girl’s surprisingly strong hands from his hair. 

“We’ll do some babysitting and say Bakugou owes us one, of course.” Kaminari thought this was the most obvious solution. “How this cute kid is related to him is the big mystery.”

The group sat back down in the shared living area, entertaining the young Bakugou child until her parents finally showed up. 

“There you are! Mischievous little…Katsuki get over here and thank you friends for watching your sister!” Yep, that was Bakugou’s mother all right. Kaminari wasn’t going to let him live this down, even if he was literally fuming out of his ears.