yeah uh... don't do this :)
redraw of an old saiou drawing i did years ago bc i love they
The mission had been roughârougher than expected. I felt the sting of the wound on my head with every step, the dull ache settling behind my eyes like a storm waiting to break. But I kept my face neutral, shoulders steady as I approached the door. Aizawa didnât need to worry. I had it under control.
Slipping my key into the lock, I took a deep breath, adjusting the hat Iâd pulled low over my forehead. It wasnât much, but it hid the worst of the damage. I could handle this. Aizawa didnât need to know.
The door swung open before I could reach for the handle, and there he wasâstanding in the dimly lit entryway, his sharp gaze immediately sweeping over me. âYouâre late.â His voice was calm, but I knew him too well. There was an edge of concern under the words.
âSorry,â I said, forcing a small smile as I stepped inside. âMission ran long.â
He sighed, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just slightly. âYou should have called.â Then, without hesitation, he reached for me, his hand reaching for the hat upon my head, with the goal of taking it offâto complete his usual greeting, a soft kiss to the lips.
Panic shot through me.
I twisted away, stepping back just enough to make it seem natural, but the way his eyes narrowed told me I hadnât been subtle enough. His fingers twitched at his sides, and for a second, he said nothing.
Then, quietly, âTake off the hat.â
I forced a chuckle, waving a hand dismissively. âItâs just part of the look. I thought Iâd try something newââ
âTake. It. Off.â
A pause. His voice wasnât sharp, wasnât angry, but it was unwavering.
I swallowed. Maybe if I played it off, I couldâ
Aizawa was faster. Before I could step back again, his hand moved, quick and precise, fingers catching the brim of the hat. I barely had time to flinch before he pulled it off.
The room went silent.
I saw it in his face immediatelyâthe way his expression shifted from suspicion to pure, unfiltered alarm. His jaw tightened, eyes going wide for just a fraction of a second before his brows furrowed in something like barely-contained panic.
âShit,â he muttered under his breath, stepping closer.
I opened my mouth, scrambling for an excuse, but he was already reaching up, fingers ghosting over my forehead, barely touching the edge of the wound. His touch was careful, but even the lightest pressure made me wince. His sharp intake of breath didnât go unnoticed.
âWhat the hell happened?â His voice was low, steadyâbut I knew him. He was freaking out.
âItâs nothingââ
âNothing? You have a head injury, and you thought you could just walk in here and hide it?â
I tried for a sheepish smile, but it didnât quite land. âDidnât want you to worry.â
His eyes burned into mine, and for a long moment, he just stared. Then, without another word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the couch.
âAizawa, Iââ
âSit.â
I sighed, sinking onto the cushions as he disappeared into the bathroom, only to return seconds later with a first aid kit in hand. He knelt in front of me, opening the box with quick, practiced movements. His hands were steady, but I could see the tension in them, the way his fingers curled a little too tight around the gauze.
He didnât speak as he cleaned the wound, jaw set, shoulders stiff. But when he pressed a cool cloth against my skin, his fingers lingered, just for a moment, barely a brush, but enough to tell me everything he wasnât saying.
When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, quieter.
âDonât do that again.â
I swallowed, watching the way his eyes stayed locked on my wound, as if he could will it away just by looking at it.
âI wonât,â I murmured.
His shoulders loosened slightly, but the worry in his gaze didnât fade. He finished wrapping my head with careful precision, his fingers lingering against my cheek for a second too long before he pulled away.
Then, finally, he exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face before leaning in. This time, I didnât pull away when he pressed a featherlight kiss to my temple, just beside the bandage.
âYouâre an idiot,â he muttered against my skin.
I huffed a quiet laugh. âYeah, but Iâm your idiot.â
His sigh was heavy, but there was something softer in it now. His hand found mine, fingers lacing together with just enough pressure to ground me.
âDamn right you areâ
Ultimate Sneak Attack
Hello my angels! Happy International Fanworks Day!! I just found out this is happening, so I made a quick fanfic ask game in honor lol. Reblog if youâre a fic writer and down to be asked these questions! (Especially moots, please entertain me, Iâm nosy.)
đ Whatâs the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?
đ ââď¸ What is one trope you refuse to ever write?
đ Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)
đś What music do you listen to when you write?
đ Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually?Â
â° What time of day do you prefer to write?
đť Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, whatâs one holiday youâd want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?
đ What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?
𤥠Whatâs the dumbest thing youâve written?
đ Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?
đ° Whatâs one trope you wouldnât write, except for money?
đŞ Fuck marry kill 3 tropes (askerâs choice of tropes).
đ What is the fic youâre most proud of?
âď¸ Do you drink anything when you write? Coffee, tea, alcohol, etc?
đ What grammar mistakes do you always make?
đ If all your fics/WIPs fell off a ship and were drowning (go with it), and you could only save one, which would it be?
âď¸ What is your fave fic from another writer?
âą Whatâs the fic you spent the most time on? (Was it worth it lol)
âď¸ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?
đĄ Whatâs the weirdest thing youâve been inspired by?
đ Fuck marry kill 3 of your own fics (askerâs choice of fics).
â¤ď¸ Who is your favorite character to write for and why?
đ¤ Whatâs one genre youâve never written that youâd like to try?
đ What is the most recent line youâve written?
âWrite an alternate summary for a published fic without using names. (Points if your followers can guess the fic.)
đ What is the WIP that you are most excited about?
Teacher Deku meets with Aizawa for Eri's progress report!
He learned a lot. Everything is GREAT. Totally fine.đ
it really does bother me how no one can seem to answer the question âwhat even is romantic attraction, really.â like some people are like âitâs who you wanna kiss and cuddle <3â and Iâm like ok well kisses and cuddles can be either sexual or platonic depending on context. âItâs who you feel passion/desire/arousal forâ well that just sounds like sexual attraction which you can have without even knowing somebody so I fail to see how thatâs romantic. âItâs who you want to go on dates withâ I go on dates with friends all the time plus âdateâ is a social construct anyway thereâs really no innate difference between a date and hanging out. âitâs who you have deep feelings forâ great news for you that can be literally any type of relationship. my friend told me she defined it as âwho you wanna give roses toâ and Iâm like do u hear urself??? like the more I talk to people the more Iâm convinced romance and romantic attraction is an elaborate socially fabricated illusion that has no real defining characteristics. and like thereâs nothing Wrong with it being a constuct but why people are so attached to defending the supremacy of it is something I cannot for the life of me figure out
i will write everything. original work, fan fictions, fan art, advice, whatever. | 22 | Sky/Oak/Echo | he/they | 18+ Only author of And It Starts Again
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