That night, there was no urgency. No fear. No punishment hidden in every kiss.
There was just him—and you—and the kind of silence only two people in love could share.
He undressed you slowly, kneeling in front of you, kissing every new inch of skin like he needed to memorize it. His hands trembled when they slid your shirt over your head.
"You're not allowed to die on me," he murmured against your collarbone.
"I'll try not to," you whispered, hands threading through his hair.
You lay back on the bed, bare to him, and he hovered over you like something sacred.
"I need you to understand something," he said softly, sliding a hand over your stomach, down to your hip.
"What?"
"This isn't just sex anymore. It hasn't been for a long time."
You smiled. "I know."
When he finally pushed into you, you both gasped.
It was slow.
Deep.
He moved like he wanted to feel every inch of you, to make it last forever. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer until there was no space between you.
He whispered your name over and over—like it was the only word he remembered.
And when you both came, trembling, breathless, he stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours.
"I'm yours," he whispered. "Even if it kills me."
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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of his voice on the phone in the other room.
"...Yes, I know the rules. She's graduating in two months. I just need it to stay quiet until then."
You sat up, blanket sliding off your bare chest.
Your heart stopped.
He was calling in favors.
To protect you both.
You smiled.
For the first time, you weren't scared.
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
FanfictionYou were just another student at U.A.-until he looked at you differently. Eraserhead was supposed to be off-limits, but late nights, stolen glances, and shared secrets made that impossible. The tension is electric, the rules are strict, and the desi...
