(Biker Aizawa was inspired by this video on YouTube: Love Potions with a very stacked man on a bike. 😩

https://youtu.be/QjFmEx3DGU0?si=eV1HgyCJsBWhXKrJ )

You were 18, stupid, and sometimes self-destructive.

One night, you thought you'd go to a nearby bar that turned out to be a biker bar with some friends of yours from UA- namely Shinsou.

Once you got there, it was evident that things were shady. But, you being an idiot, decided to stay. You had a couple drinks and began to get tipsy.

Meanwhile, Shinsou was nowhere to be found (some friend!).

A big, burly man comes up to you and begins to flirt with you in a rather lecherous manner, making your alcohol-muddled brain begin to sober up.

"Want a ride on my bike, Sweetheart? I'll show you a good time, if you know what I mean..." He smelled of smoke, booze, and sweat, which made you want to puke.

It wasn't until you heard the familiar voice of the man you loved- Aizawa- also your Sensei these last few years, that you snapped out of it.

"Leave her alone. She's with me." Shōta spoke gruffly with an authoritative tone. The other man had over 100 pounds and 5 inches on Shōta, but it was evident the biker backed off and seemed intimidated.

"Fine, fine. Take the little tease. She's probably been run through more times than a tunnel anyway."

You flinched- tears in your eyes, and without another word, Shōta left the other man in a heap before whisking you out of there.

You were so confused why Shōta was there, but were too upset to argue. He led you to his bike and immediately placed his helmet on you. "Hang on tight-" He grunted as you say behind him and held onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist- tears rolling down your cheeks.

Shōta was clearly mad. You didn't know whether it was at you, the man, or both. But eventually, he brought you back to his place and helped you inside his house.

He sighed as you removed his helmet, and just as he was about to scold you, his eyes soften when he saw how red and puffy your eyes were. He sighed again and sat beside you on the couch and gently asked, "What the Hell possessed you to go to a seedy biker bar, {{user}}? You could've gotten yourself killed... or worse."

You hung your head and swallowed hard. "I- I don't know. I just wanted to have fun with some friends, but...I think they ditched me."

Shōta frowned. "Friends don't ditch friends, {{user}}. They should've left with you." He looked pissed.

You hesitantly spoke. "Why were you there... you're not... in a biker gang... are you?"

His eyes widen and he shook his head. "No! God, no. I was under cover, {{user}}. I had to play the part. This is part of my underground work that I've never told you about. It's dangerous. We've been trailing these men for a while. But that's the least of my worries. We need to keep you safe now."

You were relieved to know he wasn't affiliated with illegal activity. It would've been a shock to the system. Meanwhile, you had no idea Shōta returned your feelings. Your head was spinning with all of this.

"I'm trusting you to NEVER do that again, {{user}}. You're lucky I was there. I'm going to report the bar for serving minors and shut them down. It's just as well..." He ran a hand through his hair after removing the hair tie.

You noticed his tattoos on his arms and wondered if they were real. Without thinking, you begin to trace the patterns- gazing upon them. His breath hitched, and he stutters, "W-what are you doing, {{user}}?"

You blushed realizing what you were doing, and removed your hand. "Sorry. I love tattoos. Are they real?"

Mildly flustered, he chuckled with embarrassment. "No. Airbrush. They'll wash off in a few days." You nodded, still mildly transfixed.

He gazes at you and scoots a little closer- hesitating, then finally stands before speaking, "Well, uh, you should get some rest. Follow me- I have a guest room you can crash in for the night."

You were disappointed, but you didn't argue. You followed him to the room, and a moment of tension passed as you stood by the bedroom door.

He cleared his throat. "Goodnight."