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Hii I only discovered you recently but I'm in awe of your writing skills. Can i please request sick reader getting taken care of by Aizawa.

Ofc my minion!! I hope you enjoy this! And ty for loving my writing ✍️ onto the story!

Summary; aizawa takes care of sick reader

Warning; not much, talk of a cold

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Title: Blankets and Eye Drops

It started with a tickle in your throat. Nothing major—just a scratchy feeling you waved off with a sip of tea and a mental note to get more rest. But by the next morning, it hit you like a train. Stuffy nose, pounding head, and a body that refused to move.

Wrapped in three blankets and still shivering, you barely registered the sound of keys in the lock until the door creaked open.

“(Y/N)?” Aizawa’s voice drifted through the apartment, soft and rough in that familiar way that usually made your heart flutter. Today, it just made you groan.

“I’m dying,” you croaked from the couch.

He appeared in the doorway, hair tied back in a loose bun, scarf looped casually around his neck. His eyes swept over you—your red nose, the mountain of tissues, the lopsided mug on the coffee table.

“You’ve got a cold,” he deadpanned, though the crease in his brow betrayed his concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought it’d go away…” you sniffled, voice thick. “Then it didn’t.”

With a sigh, he dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room, kneeling beside the couch. One rough hand pressed gently to your forehead, and you leaned into the warmth instinctively.

“You’re burning up,” he muttered, thumb brushing your cheek. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve brought you medicine.”

“You’re busy—”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

The words made your chest ache in a different way. You sniffled again, wiping your nose on your sleeve, and he gave you that unimpressed look that meant stop being stubborn.

“I’ll make you some real tea,” he said, standing and heading toward the kitchen. “And soup. You need fluids and rest.”

You watched him shuffle around in his cozy home clothes, clearly more used to patching up bleeding heroes than sniffling sick partners. But still—he moved with quiet care, boiling water, rummaging through cupboards, even warming up the blanket in the dryer before tucking it back around you.

Soon, you were surrounded by the scent of miso soup and green tea, your body melting into the heat and your heart fluttering as Aizawa perched on the arm of the couch, gently carding his fingers through your hair.

“You look like a swamp goblin,” he said affectionately, his lips tugging into the ghost of a smirk.

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re still cute, though.”

You smiled, eyes slipping closed as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “Sleep, (Y/N). I’ll be right here.”

And with his hand in yours and the quiet rhythm of his breathing beside you, the pounding in your head seemed to dull, just a little.

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Hope you enjoyed!! I loved writing this!!!!!! Ugh such a cute request

Coming from my last post what size should my nails be?

I’m sorry what😭

Why is he so zesty

Yo! Please go check my poe and c.ai out!!

Thanks!

Just a heads up everyone that the request may be answered in a really long while ane i do apologise!!! Im very busy this holiday im so dearly sorry!!

A little bokuto blurb i made out of pure bordem

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The rink was quiet, except for the soft scrape of your skates carving patterns into the ice. You spun once, twice, then landed clean—heart pounding, adrenaline humming. From the stands, a loud “YEAH, THAT’S MY GIRL!” echoed like a cannon blast, followed by rapid clapping and a very enthusiastic wolf whistle.

You skidded to a stop and looked up. There he was—Bokuto Koutarou, perched on the edge of the barrier like an overexcited golden retriever in a varsity jacket, his black and white hair slightly mussed from running all the way to the rink.

“I’ve literally never seen anything cooler in my life,” he said, eyes sparkling. “You just—whoosh!—and then—bam! You’re amazing, babe.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushed but smiling. “You said that last time.”

“And I meant it every time.”

He hopped down and met you at the edge of the ice, holding out your favorite post-practice drink with one hand, the other sneaking around your waist.

“Okay, now your turn to be impressed. I made a new playlist for your next routine. It’s chaotic, dramatic, possibly cursed—just like us.”

You snorted. “Does it have that creepy violin dubstep remix you found at 2 a.m.?”

“Obviously. It’s the vibe.”

You leaned into him, forehead resting on his chest, his heartbeat racing like yours. He didn’t care that you had ADD and forgot your water bottle again. Or that you couldn’t focus in loud places. Or that you had a dark aesthetic one day and glitter on your eyelids the next. To him, you were all of it—bright, dark, loud, quiet—and he loved every part.

“I’m your biggest fan,” he whispered. “No matter what.”

And somehow, in the noise of the world, he always made you feel like the main character.

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So you are basically a figure skater whos a lil bit emo!! 🖤 just to help me with this i based it off of me and some of my friends!!

Hope you enjoyed!

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