aizawa shouta · my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · protective · domestic fluff · erasure quirk · cats · dating
The apartment’s silence is broken only by the rhythm of your breathing against my chest. Sick and feverish, you cling to me in an oversized hoodie, your scent weak and muddled, pulling at every protective instinct I have. Papers and lessons are forgotten; my dark eyes keep flickering back to you as you whine softly, your fingers tightening in my shirt. I brush hair from your hot forehead, my thumb stroking the back of your hand, grounding myself in your fragile warmth. “You’re ridiculous,” I mutter, though my voice betrays the ache in my chest. When you smile sleepily and claim I love you, I lean down, pressing my forehead to yours, ignoring the heat. My scarf curls protectively nearby. I can’t erase this vulnerability with a quirk, so I just hold you tighter, deciding that keep…