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Izuku was doing fine.
If fine meant that he just woke up in his little apartment, with the one-night stand from the night before still sleeping beside him. Even worse, this was Eraserhead, or in other words, one of his superiors!
Well, calling the hero his superior would be a little harsh, given Izuku was employed as a beginner analyst under the police station, not Eraserhead himself. But that didn’t stop the man from visiting Izuku’s little cubicle every time after his patrol.
It was…nice, getting almost daily visits from someone. Especially since Izuku had no friends…
And somehow, the fact that Eraserhead was visiting him spread out like wildfire among the man’s ex-students. Izuku would know, seeing as he got weekly visits from at least one of them (with him mostly being in the night shift and almost all his students being daylight heroes).
But back to the situation at hand; Aizawa sleeping beside him, on his small bed, in his small bedroom, in his small apartment.
Izuku’s heartrate spiked as he sat up. Hopefully his scent didn’t spike with the anxiety.
In slow and careful movements, Izuku lifted the Alphas hand from around his stomach, trying to free himself so he could get up and- and think about this situation in the living room. Alone. Not hugged by his problem.
Only…
“Mhm…” Aizawa grumbled, tightening his hold on Izuku. In turn, Izuku yelped, tensing up as the strong grip of the Alpha pulled him into the man’s chest. “Where you goin’?” Whether the man could smell his scent or not, he answered with his own calming one.
“I need to get ready for work,” Izuku mumbled. He looked down at the half-asleep man, noting how his long black hair covered his face, skin only seen here and there. Izuku’s gaze fell, seeing the blanket only half covering that naked body-
Wait…
Oh gosh! Izuku was also naked! How could he forget that when they were both in bed because they had a one-night stand?!
Okay, okay Izuku, calm down. You can do this. Just…‘just’ what? What can he tell Aizawa? ‘No hard feelings and this shouldn’t get in the way of work’? That both of them were just drunk and didn’t think straight? But…words from the night before came back.
“I wanted this since I first met you, baby” Shouta almost whined in his ear as he thrust into him, slow but harsh, taking the moments to just enjoy, to remember the feel of Izuku’s insides. “So cute…so pretty…so handsome…” the man rambled with each thrust. And Izuku? Izuku was enjoying it, moaning with each syllable, with each praise.
“My cute little analyst, always telling stories, always humming tunes with that angelic voice…” Izuku’s mind went black with overstimulation, “Head always down in that notebook. If I kidnapped you, would anybody notice?”
Was that…casual? Maybe drunk talk?
“Work?” Aizawa mumbled, confusion lacing his tone, “But you always have night shift at the station.” The man finally opened one eye, looking up at the omega before tugging him even further against himself.
Izuku tensed more the tighter the grip on him became, nerves slowly getting to him. “Y-yeah, but my second job is in the morning.” With that clarification, he’d hope the man understood. And that’s exactly why Izuku started tugging on the hold, trying to free himself so he could get ready.
However, the hand that held him tightened, and suddenly Aizawa sat up too. With the new position, the hair fell out of the hero’s face, revealing the frown that overtook his expression. “Second job?” he repeated, all the sleepiness suddenly nowhere to be heard. The hold on him became even stronger, fingers suddenly digging into his skin. “Why do you need a second job?”
Finally Izuku’s omegan instincts seemed to flare up; his scent spiked with something that screamed unease. “Please l-let go,” Izuku whimpered when the grip became painful, head turned down in what he hoped would be pleasing enough for the man’s Alpha instincts.
As if Aizawa had been struck by lightning, the man let go in an instant, looking down at his hands as if they had betrayed him. “Sorry,” he said when he looked back at Izuku, eyes wide and brows furrowed in worry, “Did I hurt you?” he kept switching his gaze from Izuku’s face down to where he held him. His hands were hovering in the air, twitching, as if he personally wanted to make sure the omega was okay.
“I’m fine,” Izuku muttered, curling an arm around his stomach and avoiding eye contact. Then, a few seconds of silence later, he added, “I need to go get ready. You can help yourself for anything in the kitchen -if you find anything there, I think there should be some milk for coffee left.”
Aizawa still looked at him with that distraught look, and in any other situation, Izuku would be delighted! But…well…he had more important things to do. He got off the bed, quickly grabbing some clothes to cover himself with (how embarrassing!) before he opened the bedroom door to go to the bathroom-
“Izuku!” Aizawa called out and Izuku stopped at the door, not looking back.
But…
“It’s Midoriya.”
“Ai- Aizawa, please!” Izuku moaned, practically begging for the man to do something. He grinded back against him, hoping for some kind of friction.
But the hero only chuckled, biting at Izuku’s ear before whispering in that low seductive tone, “Call me Shouta, baby.”
“O-only if you call me Izuku.”
The man thrust into him, smirking at the moan that left Izuku, “Alright, Izuku.”
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To Izuku’s surprise, Aizawa was still there when he stepped out of the bathroom. The older man was in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee as he leaned against the counter. He had this thoughtful frown on his face as he sipped on the beverage, his natural scent of roasted coffee beans with a hint of citrus spread around the kitchen.
It was…homey. Something in Izuku liked it (if the cheap furniture and food in his apartment were to be ignored). It was domestic.
Izuku slipped in with silent socked feet. Then he just stood there, awkwardly. Okay, sue him! Maybe he shouldn’t have told the man to call him by his family name after having just told him last name to call him by his first name! But…Izuku can’t afford to mess up either of his jobs right now.
Not when he was already on thin ice with his landlord, the boss of his second job, and Tsukauchi-san’s superior!
“So…” he started, the sole word bringing Aizawa out of his train of thoughts. “I need to leave if I want to be on time for my job.” In other words, Izuku needed to leave and wanted Aizawa gone too.
The man looked at him, a calculative look in his eyes. “I can drive you.”
“Drive…?” Izuku muttered. Didn’t they come here last night on foot? ‘specially because the club was so close to Izuku’s little apartment.
“My car is still at the club, but its only a few minutes away.”
Izuku bit his lip as he looked up at the clock. The only way he would come on time is if he ran out the door now and continued sprinting all the way there.
“Okay,” Izuku agreed, “But only this once.” He pierced the man with a look, pretending he didn’t see the slight smirk.
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“You know,” Aizawa started when they both sat in the car. The hero still looked disheveled -probably because he barely had any stuff to clean himself with in Izuku’s apartment. Yet, somehow, Aizawa still looked like he deserved to be in the magazine for the top fifty most handsome men in Japan, competing with Best Jeanist for a spot. “I do like you; it wasn’t just all talk last night.”
While Izuku’s mind was swirling with a thousand thoughts, his mouth remained a thin line.
“I’ve wanted to court you since…” Aizawa’s voice quieted down, the look in his eyes telling that he was reminiscing the exact moment.
“Since?” Izuku prompted.
Aizawa came back to himself, a small smile appearing on that usually stoic face, “Since I realized how wonderful you are.” Izuku looked at him, confused. Aizawa just chuckled, as open as never before, “Every time I came to your desk, every time you talked to me, laughing at my poor attempts of a joke, looking at me like I hung the stars, like I compared to the looks of Best Jeanist and Hawks while I looked like me…” he didn’t finish, as if it was self-explanatory.
“I never talked much, was never prone to opening myself up. But,” he took a deep breath, as if remembering the exact moment that realization set in, “You were patient. Even when I didn’t fully appreciate you, you’d always say ‘Its okay, take your time’. And I did. You helped me grow, you didn’t give up on me, and I swore I would do the same for you.”
Izuku remained silent, taking everything in.
He didn’t notice Aizawa looking at him from the corner of his eye. But silence remained.
Three minutes later, Aizawa parked in front of the low tier hotel. Izuku took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out.
Just as he was about to close the door, Aizawa spoke “You know, I will wait for you. I’ll have the same patience you had for me.”
Izuku left.