Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xi. Pinky Promise

This wasn't what they should be doing, no, they should be confronting Walker and Dawson, not as maid and Lord, but as heroes whose cover had been had. Confronting them over what they made Aizawa do last night, over everything.

They were partners, friends, nothing more and nothing less. Yet here they were, naked, on the floor, bodies pressed against one another's with their lips still connected.

Finally disconnecting their lips, [L/n] sat up, sitting on the man's waist as they still looked at one another.

Their eyes said it all. Because when it happened in Kamino, though under different circumstances, they agreed to never talk about it again, and to never do it again. Yet here they were, entirely nude on the floor, spending last night and the early morning hours doing exactly what they said they'd never do again.

It was utterly, horrifically silent as everything that had happened in the past twelve hours sunk in. Further proving what they had done, was the position they were in currently, both naked with [L/n] sitting on Aizawa's waist.

There was an awkward moment of acknowledgement, that they had spent hours upon hours having sex until they passed out.

It was such a crazy thought, that after what had happened, both of their minds were so far gone that they resolved to copious amounts of sexual relief.

"C'mon Shouta, let's go see what Dawson and Sir Walker are up to, and let's hope that the mind control didn't allow him access to see everything after the fact." With the brightest of smiles and grins, [L/n] removed herself from atop the man's body and held out her hand, Aizawa grabbing ahold so she could pull him up.

He was grateful for times like this, when [L/n] could just change the whole mood and light up a room with just her smile and/or words alone.

"Oh!" She then held out her pinky, "To never talk about this."

"A pinky promise? We aren't children." Aizawa spoke plainly, his typical tone of voice.

"Oh I know you aren't." [L/n] spoke, looking Aizawa up and down, the man almost choking on air.

"I thought we were done talking about this." He spat.

"Then give me your pinky, stupid." And so, they made their pinky promise to never discuss that night ever again, and while they should have promised to never do it again, deep down inside, neither of them wanted to make that promise.

Because they keep their promises.

And if they were being honest, they weren't exactly sure they wanted to never do it again.

Splitting apart, the two went to get ready. This time however, they weren't putting on the maids outfit and suit, no, they were putting on their hero costumes. Meeting back up in the main area, both avoiding the area they had spent their night in, the two left.

The pair of Lightbringer and Eraserhead would be going to confront Walker and Dawson, and hopefully bring down their entire underground operation.

Back in Hosu, the fight with the Hero Killer Stain had ended, the world was thoroughly shaken, and Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida were in the hospital, receiving both a lecture and gratitude from the head police chief. Stain was all over the news, the headline of each newspaper, and his ideals wouldn't be leaving the world any time soon.

That ideology had reached London, yet Aizawa and [L/n] hadn't the slightest idea, and without any communication to anyone back in Japan, they hadn't the slightest clue as to anything that had happened whatsoever.

As the two busted through the door to the Walker Manor, it was obvious that they were expected.

"Welcome, Eraserhead, Lightbringer!" Walker's maniacal voice rang through their ears as the door slammed behind them and they struggled to stay standing, the ground moving just as it were waves crashing against the shore. His Quirk was making anything and everything that he wanted to bend, bend. So as the floors continued moving, the two hero's were being thrown around like ragdolls, each thinking of different ways to get themselves out of their current situation.