Chapter 13

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The sleepy sloth sat perfectly on the cold porch, holding onto its smiling puppy. It was watching as you walked up and down the front yard tending to the greenery and the fishes. You were occupying yourself as you waited for Aizawa to wake up. He wasnt sleeping, in fact he was a very light sleeper and the small little noises like slipping on the wet rocks had woken him up. He just didn't want to get up just yet. It was late in the night when you had returned. Not even Midnight or Mic was home when you and Aizawa had tucked away to bed. You asked Aizawa how he had handled the Red Snakes while he shifted around in his mat.

"Dont worry about it."

Was all he said before reassuring with a little smirk, barely visible. He wanted the conversation to end so he laid down and faced the wall.

It was following morning and Midnight and Mic still hasnt shown. You showed more concern than Aizawa. He stepped out onto the porch with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. He took notice of how sweet you looked feeding the fishes. Bent down on both knees with one hand holding onto the wet, moss covered black rocks and the other reaching out making sure all the fishes has a good amount of food.

"Morning." His morning voice was still fixated on his image. He looked just as good as he did falling asleep.

You cleared your mind.

"Its the afternoon, Aizawa."

He hummed in his throat as a response, sipping on his coffee as he looked up to the bright sky. Lowering his cup he stepped to the side and kicked down the sleepy sloth stuffy. Aizawa bent down and picked it up, examining the stuffy.

"This is what you chose?"

"I like it."

You stood up and cleaned off your hands and knees, brushing off as much dirt as you could. You walked around the pond and went to reach for the stuffy. Aizawa pulled it away and looked down to your hands and knees.

"Your hands are dirty."

You notice you were really stained. You huffed and sat down on the porch to take off your shoes. You made your way pass Aizawa, collecting some new clothes and heading to the bathtub in the back. The tub was wooden, looking just as traditional as the home. A plus size though was the faucet that controlled the temperature for the water. You turned the faucet to the right and sat in the small tub room, watching the water fill up the tub. Carefully as to not staining your clothes, you stripped off your clothes and stepped into the tub that was only half way full.

It was relaxing to be covered in warm water. You started to scrub away the dirt from your body. You stopped the water when the tub was turning a brown color from all the dirt that was left on your hands and knees. You stood to allow the water to drain. 

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Aizawa sat on the porch with one leg dangling over, the other tucked under his leg. His cup of coffee was laying between his legs in his hands. The sloth stuffy sitting beside him like another person. It was good day, not too hot and not too windy almost too perfect to be ruined. As Aizawa lifted his mug again he glanced down at the stuffy. His cup lowered without taking a sip and he placed the cup to the side while lifting the stuffy up. He examined it. Looking at the design, focusing on the colors and even checking the stitching of it. Everything was perfect. A grey sleepy sloth hugging its brightly colored snowy white puppy.

"Mhmm," Aizawa scratched at his head. "Why does it look too familiar?"

Aizawa looked down at his coffee and saw it empty. The coffee grind was in the living room to the corner. With an exhausted and loud sigh, Aizawa carried his mug and the stuffy inside. He slid the door open and stopped dead in his track.

Mistakenly you had forgotten to close the sliding door, separating the living room and the bedroom. Your back faced the living room, your shirt already on. You were in the process of putting on your pants when Aizawa had stepped into your view. His face turned red but he was upset more than embarrassed. When he knew you didnt notice he closed the door silently and sat back down in the same positioned he was in earlier. As if nothing ever happened.

"That bath felt great."

The door slid open and stepped into the fresh front yard. Aizawa tensed up, pretending to choke on coffee from you sudden burst of energy.

"Oh hey sorry, I forget you dont do excitement."

"Nah," Aizawa shook his head and as you sat beside him on his left, he shifted his head a few inches to the right. "You're fine."

"I feel good after that bath." You hugged the stuffy close to your chest and sat with your legs crossed under one another.

"Midnight and Mic should be returning late afternoon."

The awkwardness made Aizawa have the urge to keep a conversation going as if talking about different topics might clear his head of your half naked body flat center in his brain.

"Good, I was worried that they had gotten hurt."

"No, apparently the Red Snakes have gotten their hands on a neighboring town. They are controlling the Red Snakes attacks."

"That's a relief."

It went quiet and Aizawas leg started to bounce. He felt nervous and he hated that feeling. There were no need. There was plenty of times where he had gotten into strange situations in his younger years, so something like this shouldn't be bothering him like it is right now.

He finally turned his head back to the left where he could see you in the corner of his eyes. You were leaning back on your hands with the stuffy in your legs. You were so focused on the koi fishes kissing the surface of the pond you didnt quite notice Aizawas head turning slowly to you. His body shifting from tense to calm as he took your whole image in. You soft skin, freshly cleaned and covered with a beautifully scented perfume. Your perky smile and confident pose.

"Hey Aizawa-"

You turned your focus over so suddenly that Aizawa cleared his throat and thought of that moment was a perfect time to refill his mug.

"Wait where are you going?"

"Inside."

"But it's nice out here."

"I dont care for the sun."

"Lame." You muttered to yourself and focused back on the koi fishes.

Aizawa settled the mug on the table, which wobbled around on its bottom and Aizawa bent down on one knee holding it still. He stared at the empty mug and slowly his mind started to reimagine your body. Every detail. Every curve, was not much of a stain in his mind but a blessing memory. Your top hugged around your figure and the way your hair was tied up in a loose bun, preventing it from getting wet in the tub. He took a larger reminder of your ass, it was the very main focus when he first saw you. Your underwear was snug and a pretty color that complimented your skin.

"Shit," Aizawas lip curled in irritation. He didnt want to be thinking so lewdly about you but that image of you getting dressed was playing on repeat and although he minded it. He also didnt mind it. "I need to apologize..."

Aizawa placed the dirty mug outside in the back beside the floor and returned to the front porch. He saw you and Midnight sitting to the far left side of the porch with Mic barely stepping up on the porch.

Mic stripped off his leather jacket and with a weak grin he collapsed from exhaustion into Aizawas arms. You jumped to Mics collapse and was in the move to get up but Midnight grabbed your arm. She told you that Mic does this all too often and with long rest he would be fine. You stared at Midnight and saw her eyelids rise and shut, the exhaustion was crawling on her. Soon her body swayed back and you reached out, catching her body in your arms.

"Aizawa." You gave Aizawa a worried look. You've seen people fall into a deep sleep from exhaustion but never collapsing.

Aizawa tossed Mic over his shoulder. "Let me lay him down and I'll come back for her. They must of dealt with physical quirks. " Aizawa disappeared into the house with Mic dangling over his shoulder like a dead snake.

You waited patiently for Aizawa to come back for Midnight. When he did return, he was careful to lift her like a bride and you followed him in to the house.

"There we go." He whispered under his breath when he laid her on her mat. He pulled the blankets up.

"Take off her heels." You held his hand and lowered it. Reaching out and pulling her hero outfit apart.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"They were gone over night I'm pretty sure they'll sleep better out of their hero costume."

"They are dead asleep I dont think they can tell."

"I can tell when I sleep with shoes on and when I dont. Just... I'll do her and you do him. Leave them in their underwear at least."

"I would think."

Together, you and Aizawa stripped down the two heroes until their underwear was left on. You mainly took off Midnights heels and corset, everything that was stiff on her body leaving only the white thin fabric that played as her skin. Aizawa had asked you to keep it on since it concealed her quirk. As you pulled on her blanket you turned around in time to see Aizawa roll his eyes and covering Mic with the blanket.

You chuckled and stepped out of the room, into the living room. "What's up? Never undressed a friend before?"

"Absolutely not and I dont plan to ever again." Aizawa took a seat to a far corner from where you sat.

You pushed the table to the side of the house and laid center on a thick blanket. Laying on your side and facing Aizawa, your hand keeping your head afloat.

"I use to do it all the time for my friends. Even my mom."

"Youd undress them?"

"No, just take off the things that were uncomfortable like shoes and hair accessories."

You laid flat on your back with you hands on your stomach. Your head shifted to the left where you could see the pretty view of the front yard.

"Hey," Aizawa could feel his throat go dry and he felt anxious for the first time in a long time. "I want to apologize."

"For what?" You sat up and faced Aizawa.

"About earlier... you had came out from the shower and I may have walked in on you. Next time, check that the doors are close."

You didnt react in the way he had expected. He thought you would have turned red and squealed about how embarrassing that must of been or how embarrassing that is overall. But you didn't. Instead you laughed and covered your face with a wide smile.

"Oh wow, I'm so sorry!" You wiped away a small happy tear from your cheek and gave him a smile. "I'm really sorry about that. I'll change in the bathroom next time."

"That's it?"

"What?"

"That's your reaction? Laughing?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "What happened has happened and it wasnt the first for me."

Aizawa felt a bit weirded out that someone else has walked in on you. He raised a brow and out of curiosity that ate at him, he asked: "You're use to it?"

You nodded. "I sometimes change in front of my girl friends and guy friends when we go out. I mean I remember someone spilled a drink on me and Min gave me his shirt and I took mine off, changing next to him on the bike. I'm use to and it never bothered me."

Aizawa raised a brow. To him that was a different situation among friends who had a long history compared to a grown man that accidentally walked in and can be titled a pervert. But, he saw how carefree you were about the situation, taking it lightly and he shrugged it off just as easily as you did. It was a weight off his shoulder to be able to confess that embarrassing moment. However a knew weight sunk him, the weight of saying that he rather liked the view after the few minutes of processing what he saw. The more he kept reimagining the moment the more he started to feel less regret. And after seeing how easily you shrugged it off, he started to fight the need to confess anything more.

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