Title: Whispers in the Shadows
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the bustling city of Musutafu. In a quaint apartment that was just a few blocks away from U.A. High School, Y/N sat cross-legged on her bed, her heart fluttering with excitement. Aizawa was away on a mission, and she was determined to surprise him with something special during his absence.
Their relationship had flourished in the shadows. As a secret couple, they had cherished their moments together, wrapped in the safety of secrecy. Though Aizawa's gruff exterior often masked his softer side, Y/N had seen glimpses of the caring hero beneath. She found comfort in their enchanting world that nobody else knew; his gentle touches and warm gazes were treasures she kept hidden from the prying eyes of fellow pro heroes.
With a small smile, she reached for her phone, knowing exactly what to do. In the dimly lit room, she decided to photograph herself in alluring lingerie, something that was both playful and intimate. The first picture was perfect; her red lace set contrasted beautifully against her skin. She sent it off, her heart racing, anticipation curling in her stomach at the thought of his reaction.
Just as the sun sank below the horizon, her phone buzzed with a message. It was Aizawa.
Aizawa: "What are you up to?"
She bit her lip, fighting off a giggle. His usual straightforward nature was still evident, but the underlying hint of curiosity warmed her heart. She decided to reply with a winky emoji, leaving the mystery hanging for a few moments before sending him the photo.
His response was immediate.
Aizawa: "Y/N, what the hell…"
She could picture him, brows furrowed, the slight flush creeping across his cheeks. Aizawa might act tough, but she adored how easily he could become flustered.
Y/N: "Just thought I'd give you something to think about while you're off being a hero."
His typing dots appeared, pausing and resuming sporadically—she could almost feel his struggle through the screen.
Aizawa: "You're going to be the end of me."
She giggled, her excitement bubbling over as she envisioned him, likely trying to maintain his composure and focus amidst the chaos of his mission. For the next few days, she kept up the game, each morning sending a new picture in different outfits, each one making him more flustered than the last. It became a delightful routine, a way to bridge the distance and keep their connection alive.
One afternoon, as she prepared her latest photo, she decided to step it up a notch. Dressed in a soft black silk set that hugged her curves just right, she posed thoughtfully, her hair cascading around her shoulders. This time, she included a cheeky caption: "Missing you, call me if you want to see me in this for real."
As dusk settled in, and she awaited his response, her heart raced at the possibility of his surprise. The seconds felt like hours until finally, her phone buzzed.
Aizawa: "Don't tempt me. As soon as this mission is over, I'm coming for you."
Y/N felt a thrill at the thought, a teasing smile gracing her lips.
Y/N: "I'll be waiting, Eraser."
With every message, their bond grew stronger despite the physical distance. The clandestine nature of their relationship added an intoxicating thrill, and Y/N loved every part of it.
Finally, after days of secret messaging and teasing, the day arrived when Aizawa returned home. Y/N was a bundle of nerves, hardly able to contain her excitement as she prepared for his arrival. The weight of the secrets they'd shared enveloped her as she slipped into the silky set she had teased him with.
The door creaked open, revealing Aizawa, his usual tired expression morphing into one of pure relief upon seeing her. The moment their eyes locked, Y/N felt a rush of affection swell within her. He crossed the threshold quickly, closing the door behind him as he stepped nearer, his gaze raking over her form.
"Did you miss me?" she teased, a smirk dancing on her lips.
"More than you know," he replied, his voice gravelly but softer than usual. The tension in the air was electric, his eyes darkening with longing as he took another step closer.
Without a word, Aizawa gathered her into his arms, their lips crashing together in a fervent kiss that banished the shadows of distance. The room, once filled with whispers and secrets, now echoed with breathless sighs as their love spilled into the open.
"Next time you decide to tempt me like that," he murmured, pulling back slightly, "you better be ready for the consequences." His eyes twinkled with mischief, the familiar warmth blooming in his chest as he caught her gaze.
Y/N laughed, her heart singing. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Shouta."
And just like that, the secret life they had led faded into the background, leaving room for something deeper, something lasting—an undeniable love that could weather any storm.