Chapter 02

His outfit is loose.

That's an understatement. They sag around his form. It's like a tent. Hell, Fatgum could wear it and it'll still fit. That's just how loose his jumpsuit is (a little bit of an exaggeration but the point still stands).

Can't he find anything that fits him? Why would he even fucking wear them in the first place?

At first, she didn't give it much thought. It's just a jumpsuit. But as time goes, the more prominent it has become to her, and the more it grabs her attention.

For his clothes to be that loose, he must be quite the twig. Why else is his clothes so loose? Well, either that or he's lazy. Judging from how torn the cuffs of his uniform are, she thinks it's both. He's got what he got and got away with it.

"Got your fill?"

Eraserhead's voice suddenly pulls her away from her thought and she quickly looks away, down at the robed Villain she had just knock out. She tries not to pout when he catches her staring as she cuffs the Villain.

"Have ya ever been told just how unkempt you look?" she asks while giving him the stink eye, pointedly changing the topic. He will not one up her on this one.

She feels a small victory when he suddenly hangs his head and lets out a groan.

"I got it too much from Best Jeanist. And that man is difficult to satisfy."

'He and Best Jeanist are acquaintances?'

"Have ya tried, oh I don't know, fixin' it?"

"No."

"So ya rather look like shit."

"I do not look like shit," Eraserhead almost growls as he lifts his head to glare at her. "I have no need to be flashy to save lives. All I need is to save lives. Not to mention, I am an Underground Hero, Miruko. Being flashy is the least thing I want."

She huffs and looks away, back at the Villain beneath her.

Quite a bullshit excuse if you ask her.

Except for the Underground part. She can understand that.

As she begins to put on the Quirk suppression handcuff on the Villain she glances at him from the corners of her eyes.

He is currently tying up another robed Villain that he took down himself with that scarf-thing of his. Said Villain is easily twice his size at least.

Still, for a lazy twig, it's quite impressive he could fling someone bigger than him around so easily.

"Got your fill?"

She stiffens as her eyes shoot wide open.

Then, very guiltily, she lowers the black shirt from her nose.

She doesn't dare to turn around, or else Aizawa will see just how beat red her face is for catching her burying her nose deep in one of his shirts and… getting her fill.

She had tried her best to resist it. She was just loading the low front loading washing machine with his clothes, a simple task that can be done easily even when one is lost in thoughts. She had tried to keep her cool. But the moment she grabbed one of his shirts her instinct took over.

Unable to control herself anymore, while kneeling on the floor, she took a big whiff out of one of his shirts.

She can't help it. Her boyfriend is just that desirable.

"I was wondering what took you so long," Aizawa starts. "I thought you broke the machine while loading it, but it turns out you were busy with something else."

"Do ya really have that low expectation of me for doing such a simple job?" she replies before she finally begins to load his clothes into the machine.

She tries not to whine at the loss of his shirt.

She freezes for a split second when she sees his pants.

'Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't. Do not.'

She loads the rest of his clothes and suppresses her desire.

"You burn water, Usagiyama."

"Wh- That's not the same thing!"

"They're quite interchangeable. Both involve water."

Once all clothes are in, she finally closes the door and the machine begins to do its thing.

She releases her breath.

She has managed to get through.

She still refuses to turn around to look at him, still red in the face. That is until his shadow casts over her entire form. Only then she quickly turns around to snark at him for having such a low confidence in her and for insulting her ability.

Instantly, any words she's about to unleash die from her tongue.

Aizawa is looming over her, one hand bracing on the washing machine behind her, while the other rests at his hip. She would need to crank her head back to look at his face… but something else has caught her attention. Her eyes are wide as dinner plates as she stares at the… beauty that is currently presenting in front of her.

And she can't take her eyes off of it, glued to it.

"Have ya… always been this big?" He doesn't answer her question, keeping his silence for some reason. "Why did ya hide such a body?" She can't help but let the awe escape her lips as she said the last word. The shirt she had been taking a big whiff of had been covering, touching this body.

It feels like she's staring up the Kurobe Dam because holy shit he's so broad.

She had been missing out a lot this whole time.

"I have no reason to show," he replies casually. She painfully tears her eyes away from the magnificence to look up at him in the eyes.

He has that usual blank look on his face, not realizing the feelings he has evoked inside her from his position.

She glares.

The audacity of this man to be this attractive without telling her.

"Startin' today, ya're gonna wear tighter shirts."

"No."

"Fuckin' why?!" she almost shouts as she shoots up to her feet. Aizawa leans back to avoid but he still has yet to move away, still keeping a hand on the washing machine behind her.

"They're uncomfortable and illogical and I do not like wearing them."

"Just start wearin' them!"

"Why?"

"Because your girlfriend, who is me, wants to see her boyfriend, who is ya, being hot!"

He blinks, his blank facade broken. He looks taken aback by her words.

"I'll… keep that in mind, then," he answers, though she can detect the hesitation in his tone. Despite that, she feels her lips pull up into a goofy smile and her cheeks redden.

"Let's not waste any more time. Time for us to go shoppin'!"

"I'm regretting my decision already."

She grabs his wrist, walks around him and starts dragging him towards their bedroom with a little hop in her steps.

Just thinking of her boyfriend in a more attractive outfit makes her hot and bothered.

Her bobtail involuntarily starts to wiggle in excitement.

And she knows he can see it too.

*Clunk!*

Her ears swivel towards the direction of the front door on instinct. She doesn't need to look to know that her husband has come home, but it is the stench of sweat that makes her look.

He is drenched in sweat that she can see it on his jumpsuit. He even has his capture weapon very loose around his neck and the zipper pulled partially down, revealing the rarely seen skin and the black tank top underneath.

"Long day?" she asks.

"Yeah," he answers with quite the slurred words as he takes off his boots by the door before wobbling over to the hamper basket specifically for when their outfits get too dirty to comfortably walk around their home. He uses one hand to drop the capture weapon into it while the other pulls the zipper down all the way. He struggles a little bit but manages to strip down to a tank top and black shorts.

Then, she watches with intent gaze as he starts taking off the tank top. He pulls it over his head and throws his hair back once he gets it off. She doesn't register that he has put it in the hamper; her eyes are glued to his body, tunnel visioned and nothing else matters.

It is glistened with sweat, making his body shiner than usual and his hair sticks onto his skin that is riddled with scars.

She swallows, hard.

He's tired, exhausted even… but…

She squeezes her legs together.

She stands up from the sofa. She walks around it and silently makes her way to her husband. With him not paying attention, she sneaks up behind him, making sure her footsteps are inaudible. For someone who only has eye based Quirk and nothing else, his hearing can be quite sharp.

Before he can move, she snakes her arms around his waist from behind.

"Ru, not now," she feels him protesting, yet he doesn't make any motion to remove her.

"I'm just gettin' my fill," she murmurs into his back, right between the shoulder blades as she closes any space between them.

She can already feel her skin stick to his from the wetness. She can already feel the front of her singlet getting drenched from his sweat. She can already smell his bodily odor that overpowers her sensitive nose.

Yet, she feels so much at home right now.

She takes a big deep breath, feeling her spine tingles and the hair on her bobtail stands on end.

Oh, this is so much better than getting her fill with his used clothes.

"I haven't bathed yet."

"We had been in even sweater situations than this."

With her face buried in his back, she lets her hands roam. They move from his waist up to his abdomen, feeling each bump of his well toned abs that she has already memorized and ingrained into her mind that she can recall in high detail even in her dreams.

Sho doesn't say anything, letting her do her thing with him.

Then, her hands rise from his abs and towards his chest, feeling her arms getting further and further apart because he is just that broad. She needs to reach to feel the hair that formed in the middle, right above his sternum. She continues to let her hands roam his chest, intentionally rubbing against his teats, feeling him letting out a quiet gasp from it.

She's spreading every bead of sweat that has formed all over his body, covering every inch of his skin her hands can reach.

She lets out a long content sigh.

She loves this, skin to skin with the man she loves in intimacy.

Once in a while, she would feel quite jealous of her husband for having such a delicious body.

"Y'know…"

"Hm."

"I'm actually glad ya never show yer body to the world."

"Mhm."

"It means only I get to see it. And it is all for me."

"Uh huh."

"Mine."

"Told you so."

Her lips pull into a mischievous smile.

With one swift move, her hands slide down his chest and circle around his back, before she plunges them into his pants.

Then, she gives his ass a firm squeeze.

"Have I ever told ya that yer gyatt is dummy thicc?"

"Please do not use that string of words around me ever again."

"Oh come on, what's so bad about that? It's not wrong, y'know."

"It sounds disgusting."

"Oh please, ya love the disgusting sounds my body and I make."

"Ru, please."

"What ya complaining about? None of the kids are home right now. No need to hold back."

She feels him grumble while she cackles into his skin.

Then, she gives his back a kiss before she reluctantly peels away from his body.

"Now come on. I'll help ya wash up." She walks around him, grabbing his hand at the same time. She pulls him towards the direction of the bathroom. She looks over her shoulder to give him a hungry look. "After that, ya need a reminder that ye're my boytoy."

Sho rolls his eyes.

"I always am."

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