[Aizawa Shouta x Reader]
One would think that having the word 'prison' on a resume would make the owner a wicked, dangerous character. However, that's definitely not the case with a doll-like, dramatic and very cheeky woman that goes by the name: (...
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The attacker had finally been taken into custody and further questioning by the police department. Not much Eraser could do at this point except turn back to (Y/N) and Tsubaki with the bitterness the villain had left behind.
For a moment, the pro-hero remained stagnant while his eyes took in the scene, again.
Aizawa's body sat on a bench some distance away from him and not on him. The reality of the situation set a reminder of the weight on his chest.
The literal weight.
"... fuck," was all the man could sigh out, chin tipped to the sky. His hand unconsciously fell on the nape of his neck and slid to his jaw, lingering.
Right, nothing rough about this skin.
Suddenly, Eraser's time of contemplation led to a very conscious state.
How come life twists its events to the point where Aizawa is self-aware of touching his own body simply because it's a woman's body, now?
Not just any woman, but (L/N) (Y/N).
Aizawa cussed under his breath again as the heat settled on his face. He dismissed every racing thought and made his way to (Y/N)'s questioning gaze.
"Hey..." the softness of his voice surprised him for an instant even though he spent the past 30 minutes answering questions. Regardless, he, once again, attempted to roughen it up with a cough and tried, "the attacker said this would last 24 hours at most."
"Wow... Okay. I think we can survive this," (Y/N) replied too stiffly it was robotic. In fact, she sat like something was up her butt.
Partially sympathetic, Eraser sucked it up and eased into the situation for her sake. He summoned some form of diversion by asking about the dozing child on his— (L/N)'s lap, "how's Tsubaki?"
"Much calmer, as you can see," (Y/N) looked down, running a hand through Tsubaki's pink locks with a soft smile.
"And you?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm adjusting. My only concern is I'll dread when this ends," the doll smirked delightfully to the very prospect of donning Aizawa Shouta's body.
The only downside to this is the urge to keep her eyes tightly shut and submerged in freezing water.
"Your sarcasm is getting out of hand," Eraser mumbled, folding his arms. He ended up pressing in on certain, mushy things and instantly dropped them.
"Bold of you to assume it's sarcasm," (Y/N) cackled, enjoying the sound of her voice. "I don't know if this is appropriate in our condition, but thanks for stepping in."
The pro-hero made small steps to the bench for a seat, he turned to the reflected mirror of a possessed Aizawa Shouta. He blinked once, enjoying the comfort of these eyes before finally responding, "I guess we're even, now."
