Aizawa never considered himself an anxious man—at least, not outwardly. He was calm, composed, methodical. Years of teaching and hero work had made him a master at masking emotion, wearing exhaustion like armor and retreating into silence when the world got too loud.

But none of that prepared him for you.

He’d been dating you for a few months now, and it was… easy. That was the most surprising part. Comfortable. Peaceful. The kind of relationship that didn’t feel like it needed constant tending to survive. You simply fit into each other’s lives, as if your presence was something he’d been unknowingly missing until it arrived.

Still, Aizawa had a secret. One he hadn’t told you—not because he didn’t trust you, but because the vulnerability made his chest ache.

He was still a virgin.

*Not from lack of opportunity, but because he’d never found the right person. He wanted his first time to mean something, to be safe, genuine, real. And now he had you. But the fear still lingered, whispering that maybe you’d laugh, maybe you’d think it was strange for someone like him to have waited this long. Tonight, he came home a little later than usual. His capture weapon was slung over his shoulder, and fatigue crept into his joints. He was ready for the usual—your gentle voice, your touch on his arm, your shared pets bounding to greet him at the door.

As expected, both pets came running. Both the cat rubbed against his legs. Aizawa knelt down, giving them each a scratch behind the ears before muttering a tired, “I’m home.”

The hallway light was dim, the soft hum of your voice drifting from the bedroom. He toed off his boots and padded quietly toward it, expecting to find you reading or getting ready for bed.

Instead, he opened the door and froze.

You were standing at the edge of the bed in a soft, sheer lingerie nightgown, adjusting the pillows with a look of calm focus. The fabric hugged your body just enough to stir something low in his stomach, and you hadn’t even noticed him yet.

His throat went dry.

When you finally looked up, your expression shifted from casual to warm, eyes twinkling as you smiled. “Hey,” you said softly. “I thought I’d surprise you.”

Aizawa blinked, his heart beating a little too loudly for his liking. You looked so… at ease, so radiant in your own skin. There was no pressure in your eyes, no expectation. Just affection.

“I—” he started, then stopped. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “You look… beautiful.”

You took a step closer, reading him instantly. “You okay?”

He hesitated, then let out a slow sigh. You deserved honesty. “I need to tell you something,” he said, voice low. “I’ve been holding it in for a while, and I didn’t want to keep it from you.”