Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

viii. I Don't Like That

"We haven't played the role of villains together in quite awhile, My Lord." [L/n] spoke, thinking back to the last time the two of them had to go undercover as villains, though last time it was in Kamino, and they don't talk about Kamino. It was silent after that as the two of them ate, both thinking over Kamino and wondering how this one would go considering they didn't have nearly as much information as they'd like.

"And Shouta, shh, this is personal. Partner, maid, or fellow teacher, don't hesitate to call for me, understand?" [L/n] spoke genuinely, looking at Aizawa with a serious look in her [e/c] eyes.

"I understand, My Lady, that goes for you as well." His partner got a laugh out of that and smiled. "See, it wasn't so bad was it?" And yet, all he did was shake his head. In the world they were in now, being deeply thrusted into Europe's underground, noblemen and women as well as their head maid or butler were stamped.

In [L/n]'s and Aizawa's case, [L/n]'s right eye had a red whirling pattern on it, very similar to the scarf Aizawa owned. One that was in motion, that would continuously erase her eye color for a certain amount of time before it would return, then it would be erased again. Aizawa's right hand had a bright yellow sun on it that, even through his gloves, glistened and would even reflect in the light of his gloves were off.

Once the two finished eating, [L/n] pulled his chair out so that Aizawa could stand up and they made their way to one of the many rooms, this one being where [L/n] would fix his somewhat messy hair.

"My Lord, I hope you know you'll have to shave for this." [L/n] stated as she brushed his hair, pulling it back a bit with a ponytail holder around her left wrist.

"Alright."

"I expected some form of argument if I'm being honest." [L/n] admitted as she fixed his black hair into a very neat half-up half-down style, leaving no straggly ends.

"If you can put up with having to be my faithful maid, I can deal with having to shave." He answered simply as [L/n] wettened his face and the razor, beginning to gently shave his facial hair. Minutes later when that was done, the two were ready to go.

"Are you sure you don't want to wear some sort of eye patch?" The man asked as they two neared the front door to leave, [L/n] walking ahead of him to open up the door.

"I'm sure."

Roughly an hour later, Aizawa and his maid, [L/n], stood in front of an even larger manor than the one they were temporarily living in. However, once escorted inside what appeared to be just a larger manor, they ended up having to go down a large stairwell, going far deeper into the Earth than some regular basement. Both were in a bit of a shock, though they remained entirely calm on the outside.

Dozens of other pairs just like themselves were walking around, all in proper clothing just as they were, each with symbols on them, some more noticeable than others. There was a difference though, that some of the others symbols seemed to have an alteration in another color. Another part of the scenery was certain individuals who were walking around, casually, with wiring seeming to connect themselves to another person, while others had wiring connecting them to a wall.

"Welcome, Sir Aizawa." A man spoke, the two turning around, [L/n] giving a curt bow while Aizawa acknowledged his presence.

"Thank you." He replied in a gruff tone, the man doing nothing but smirking.

"I hear this is your first time. You and your maid are originally from Japan, correct?" He asked, looking between the [h/c] haired woman and black haired man standing before him.

"You're correct, may I ask who you are since you seem to already know who I am?" Aizawa questioned, the man nodding in response.

"My apologies, how rude of me. I am Sir Walker, I own this manor as well as a few estates. This gentleman here is my butler Dawson, he's been serving me for the past thirty years." With that introduction, Dawson, who had been standing behind him bowed. He had jet black hair and was insanely tall, pushing seven feet. He too, just like [L/n], had his masters Quirk symbol covering his right eye.