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Part Two
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Part 3
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Fill post
AO3 Collection
Re: Aizawa/Midoriya - Domestic Life
(Anonymous) 2019-03-19 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)*
Miko picked up her head, ears swiveling forward, eyes watching the window unblinkingly. A second later Sora's head did the same, from her spot besides Aizawa's thigh, his lap filled with student's papers. Aizawa put down the red pen he was holding, and laid the papers to the side, standing up. Sora turned her attention to him, looking a bit woeful that her heater was leaving. Aizawa patted her head just as a thumping sound emanated from outside the window. He walked over and helped lift the sill up as Midoriya slid it open, entering feet first.
"There's a front door," Aizawa reminded him, and Midoriya had the good grace to look sheepish before leaning up for a kiss, Aizawa obliging bending to make it easier. Midoriya's hood was destroyed, unruly green hair looking decidedly gray with dust under the lamp light.
"I know," Midoriya said, as he leaned back. "Didn't want to freak out the neighbors!" He was missing most of the top of his suit, a few remaining shreds fluttering by his shoulders.
Aizawa did a quick inspection, eyes darting around his torso. There were a few bright red marks, and some that were already shading purple, hinting at some deep bruising. Aizawa put his hands on Midoriya's shoulders and turned him around.
"Hey," Midoriya said, too lightly – but it was the same as the front, no cuts, only bruises, and a lot of dirt and grime.
"I'm fine," Midoriya said, cheerful as usual. "I had backup – Shouto stopped by, he says hi by the way – and the guy was just a second-rate wannabe villain, stole a bunch of money from a couple of shops before we caught up to him. He just had these weird claw things – didn't touch my skin! But totally tore off my clothes. It was so awkward, there were these reporters – "
"Go shower," Aizawa said gruffly, and used his grip on Midoriya's shoulders to propel him towards the bathroom.
"Alright, sorry. Hi, guys!" Midoriya cooed to the cats before disappearing into the bathroom, door closing shut behind him. Aizawa stared at the door for a long moment, until Sora wound her way around his feet. He bent down to pet her again, then gathered up some first aid items and a change of clothes for Midoriya before entering the bathroom.
Midoriya was still washing up on the stool, not bothering with a towel, his shredded suit on the ground. Aizawa pushed it into the corner with a frown, and placed the first aid kit by the sink.
"I'll put this on when you're done," he said. Midoriya had his hair soaped up, bubbles trailing down his broad back and sliding down the curve of his ass.
"Okay!"
Aizawa shut the door behind him and went to boil water for tea. Then he sat back down on the couch and picked up the papers he was grading. He was about halfway through, though it felt like the quality was declining as the evening progressed. Sora came over to investigate while Miko stared regally from her perch. Aizawa was through with one and had just started another when the door to the bathroom opened and Midoriya peered out, towel around his hips.
"All done," he said, and watched Aizawa leave his spot on the couch with a smile on his face.
Midoriya rarely stopped smiling, which Aizawa, to his surprise, found far more endearing than he should, though he did stop with a wince once Aizawa started applying cream to help with the bruising. However, even that didn't stop him from telling Aizawa about his day, a typical tale of unending paper work interspersed with a few action-packed villain takedowns. These thorough and detailed reports often ended up with Midoriya trailing off in a thoughtful mumble, another idiosyncrasy of Midoriya’s that Aizawa didn’t mind, especially since he wasn’t expected to hold up his end of the conversation.
Aizawa applied the cream briskly and liberally around Midoriya's chest and back, occasionally finding areas that weren’t already littered with scars and freckles. When he was done he leaned forward and pressed a kiss along the line of Midoriya's shoulder, and Midoriya sighed. He leaned back until he was resting against Aizawa's chest, head tilted back on his shoulder. He turned and nuzzled into Aizawa's neck, pressing a messy kiss through Aizawa's long hair onto his skin.
"I'm fine," he said, again, this time with more feeling, and Aizawa squeezed him in response.
"I'll make tea," he said.
Midoriya came out of the bathroom a few minutes after him, in sweats and a t-shirt, rubbing a towel through his hair.
"Oh, is it oolong?" he said happily, sliding onto the couch next to Aizawa. He couldn't quite sit next to him – Sora had reclaimed her spot again.
Aizawa handed a cup to Midoriya, who accepted it with a quiet murmur of thanks. He sipped his tea and ran a hand along Sora's belly, scratching her chin.
Aizawa kept grading, not really noticing when Midoriya got up to get his notebooks to scribble in, or when he tidied the kitchen, or the texts he received and sent with a ping, until Midoriya curled up into him and rested his chin on his shoulder, yawning into his ear. He smelled of soap and the first aid cream Aizawa had used, and a tiny trace of oolong.
"That bad, huh?" He indicated the red slashes across the paper that Aizawa was holding. His hands snuck around Aizawa and laced around his belly. Aizawa shifted over until he was resting back against Midoriya's solid chest.
"You wouldn't believe how many students ignore the basic education classes," he said.
"They're just excited to be heroes," Midoriya said.
"They're not heroes yet," Aizawa said. "And they won't be if they don't take these classes seriously."
Midoriya chuckled softly in his ear. "Maybe they just need some inspiration," he said, slowly. Aizawa could see the plan unfolding in his brain and hurried to stop it.
"No."
"A motivational speaker."
"Absolutely not."
"A professional hero - "
"I'm a professional hero."
"In the top ten – "
"Oh, so Todoroki, then?" Aizawa said dryly.
"Sensei!" Midoriya said, mock hurt. "How could you?"
"You're right. Bakugou's the better choice."
Midoriya spluttered with laughter. "No way – he'll scare the crap out of them!"
"Saves me the work."
Midoriya was shaking with laughter, head buried in Aizawa's long hair. "I bet he'd love it. Talking to all the students, seeing the teachers again."
Aizawa put down his papers and his pen. He stroked his fingers across Midoriya's rough, scarred knuckles.
"He liked school."
Aizawa figured as much. Bakugou never liked to show his true feelings, though, except to a very select few. "So did you."
Midoriya tightened his grip, pulling Aizawa closer to him. "I did." He breathed in and out, breath stirring Aizawa's hair.
Aizawa was never one to hold on to regrets, or harbor secret worries and let them eat at him. He occasionally wondered if Midoriya liked him because he loved to be praised, to be successful in passing a trial, but Aizawa had never been overly gentle with him – he'd told Midoriya he expected him to fail upon their first meeting, after all. Of course, Midoriya had proven himself over and over again, and Aizawa had taught him as best he could, had supplemented All Might's not-so-secret training, so it was probably not the teacher relationship that Midoriya clung to.
It was probably just him.
Aizawa hoped.
As if sensing his thoughts, Midoriya blurted out, "I – I like you, Shoto." His first name rolled awkwardly off his tongue, but it made Aizawa smile.
"I like you too." Aizawa shifted around until he was facing Midoriya, displacing Sora as he did so, who leapt off the couch with a disgruntled yowl. Midoriya was blushing, freckles standing out against the red of his cheeks, nervousness apparent. He hesitantly slid his arms around Aizawa's waist.
"I like you," he whispered again, mouth stretching into a goofy grin that should probably be illegal, for the way it made Aizawa's cold, black heart melt.
"That's good," Aizawa said, dipping his head. "Since we live together."
"Oh. Yeah," Midoriya said, breath picking up in anticipation.
"In this apartment." Aizawa drew closer. There was a slight bump on Midoriya's nose from a previous break, before they'd gotten together, in that nebulous time between graduation and Midoriya's professional hero debut. After seeing Midoriya almost daily for nearly three years, he'd disappeared into the working world, and then reappeared years later in a flurry of media attention following an epic villain vanquishing, and Aizawa still remembered the shock of seeing him grown-up, not just in breadth of shoulder – Midoriya was so dense and compact, several inches shorter but weighing nearly thirty pounds more than Aizawa – but in attitude, dedication, seriousness in making the world a better place for everyone.
"Uh huh." Midoriya's eyes honed in on Aizawa's lips, sliding half-way shut.
"With our two cats." Aizawa hovered the barest distance from him. "And a – "
Midoriya closed the distance, pressing their lips together. Aizawa closed his eyes and let the feel of Midoriya's lips, his hands, sweep through him. He lifted his hand and slid it along Midoriya's jaw to the back of his head, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
"Couch we just bought together," Aizawa finished languidly, after Midoriya pulled back, resting his forehead against Aizawa's.
Midoriya grinned. "So we did. Have we really used it together, though?" He said, hand creeping down past Aizawa's shirt to brush against bare skin. "Is it really ours?"
Aizawa was amused. "Aren't you tired?" He said, arching slightly closer as Midoriya slid the entirety of his palm against his back. "I have to finish grading papers." He wasn't convinced of his own argument.
"Well..." Midoriya's other hand slid down to palm Aizawa's ass. "Plus Ultra?" he said, breathlessly.
Aizawa stiffened. "You," he warned.
Midoriya started to laugh, and he swept Aizawa onto his back on the couch.
"Don't ever say that in this context again." Aizawa glared, though he let Midoriya lean over him and press a kiss to the scar under his eye.
"No promises," Midoriya said, voice bright with uncontained laughter, and proceeded to break the couch in with Aizawa's help.
Re: Aizawa/Midoriya - Domestic Life
(Anonymous) 2019-03-27 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)