You barely made it to Aizawa's quarters before your legs gave out.
He caught you in the doorway.
You didn't speak.
You just collapsed into him.
And sobbed.
He held you to his chest, hands cradling your head, body warm and steady as your own fell apart.
"I didn't break," you whispered.
"But I feel like I did."
He carried you to bed. Undressed you slowly. Kissed your forehead. Your cheeks. Your collarbone.
"You didn't break," he whispered. "You rose."
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He laid you down gently.
No fire this time.
No claiming.
Just skin.
Breath.
Hands that said "I'm here" without needing to shout.
He kissed down your chest, murmuring praise:
"You were brilliant."
"You're the strongest person I've ever known."
"I am so fucking proud of you."
When he slid inside you, you gasped—not from pain or surprise—but from relief.
You held him tighter than ever.
You rocked together in silence, slow and deep, eyes locked.
He kissed your tears.
You touched his heart.
And you both came together in the quiet—
Not from need.
But from trust.
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Afterward, in the dark, you whispered:
"What if they keep coming for us?"
He tucked your hair behind your ear.
"Then we let them."
You looked at him.
And he smiled.
"Because we don't break."
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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...
