Aizawa x Reader |Sauveur| [1]

“Shouta.”

Your voice was so sweet.

He didn’t think you realized just how soothing an effect it had on him. His eyes would only open willingly to the sound of you, blinking against the cruel morning light.

But when his vision focused, he was always greeted with your smile. Sometimes sleepy and half-hearted, other times wide and warm. This was one of those warmer mornings.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Mm.”

“You’ve got class in an hour. You should go wash up.” You told him, having leaned over from your side of the bed. You were very much in his space, your eyes wandering over his tired expression with an endeared fondness.

He could see it, even in the blurry mornings. You loved him just as much as he loved you; incomprehensibly.

“I’ll go get your lunch ready.” You added as you rose, but paused long enough to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. Shouta grunted, catching your hand before you slipped away. “What is it?”

“You missed.”

You snorted. “How rude of me. Let me fix it.”

If he were anyone else he would have smirked at how easily you returned, and beamed at how sweetly you pressed your lips to his.

All he could do was look away when you split, rising quickly to conceal the dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Better.”

“Go clean up, you silly weirdo.”

In the brief time it took him to get ready, you were nearly done with everything. An omelet waited to be eaten at his seat, and you were happily humming a tuneless song as you finished his lunch.

Shouta watched you silently as you worked, simply enamored with you.

“Oh! You’re already done?” You quirked an eyebrow, “You sure you’re clean? That was pretty quick.”

“Clean enough.” He mumbled his reply, taking a hair tie from his pocket and meticulously gathering the damp strands into a bun. You giggled as he worked; he always looked so handsome when he did his hair up.

“So long as you don’t smell like the principle on a bad hair day, I don’t mind.” You mused as you sat beside him. “Anything exciting planned for the day?”

“No. Not that it means anything, considering the school..” Shouta added between bites of egg.

“Nothing dangerous, though. And if there is, you’ll be getting yourself and the students out immediately, right?”

He spared you a glance, spotting the concern behind your mischievous look. “Yeah. I don’t want to worry you.”

Your concern faded to relief, and you smiled. “Good answer.”

“I’ll probably be home late again, though.”

“Oh?”

“There’s been a spike in crime underground. Mostly characters hanging around my checkpoints. I’m guessing they want me for something...I’ve been running into lowlifes more often than usual.”

“Hm…did you do anything recently to tick a villain off? Like, seriously tick them off?” You asked with honest curiosity.

Shouta shrugged into his cup. “No clue. Which means it’s either a coincidence or someone’s been planning for a while.”

“With your luck it’s the latter. You’ve been getting more attention since you’re teaching now...not that I’m jealous, or anything.”

He scoffed.

“Just...keep working on being safe. After everything that’s happened...I’m ready to stop with the hospital visits with you in a full-body cast.”

“Yeah…” He trailed off, the remnants of his breakfast finished off. You barely touched yours, engrossed in the conversation. He reached over and took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’ll be careful. I just need to make sure everyone’s safe. ...You, included.”

“Aww.” You giggled again and squeezed him back. “I appreciate the sentiment, just...try to be a little more careful, okay?”

He was a pro; of course he couldn’t afford to be careful. That wasn’t a luxury when he had to risk life and limb to protect people from villainy. But he nodded, and slipped his hand from yours to finish his breakfast. “Okay.”

You stood and planted a kiss in his hair. You giggled, “Ew. Cold and slimy.”

“It’s your fault for kissing me there.”

You followed Shouta out of the apartment, standing in the corridor as you waved him off. You adjusted the wrapping on his shoulders like a normal wife would her husband’s tie, beaming up at him.

“Work hard, today.”

“Mm.”

“Come back safe.”

“I will. Don’t wait up for me. I’m going to be late again.”

“I dunno...” You stopped fiddling with his outfit to brush your fingers over his, “It wouldn’t be fair of me to sleep without you. If I wait, then I can see you’re fine with my own eyes.”

“You can see me fine when you wake up.”

“It’s different! I’d rather go to bed knowing you’re safe than wondering if you are.”

“Fine. But don’t blame me when you complain about waking up early, again.” Shouta grumbled.

“I probably will.” You retorted. Shouta just rolled his eyes, linking your hands together. “I’ll miss you.”

“Be safe. I’ll try to come home quickly.”

“...Okay. Bye, then. I love you.”

“Love you, too.” He mumbled, and there was that rare warmth in his eyes. It was a look that never failed to set your heart beating.

You watched until he disappeared, smiling softly at your dear husband. You didn’t know where you’d be without him. He always worked so hard to keep you safe, and you loved him more for it.

If only you knew all those efforts would come crashing down in a single moment.

---

“...Is he gone?”

“He just left the building fifteen minutes ago.”

“The target’s alone, then.”

“We can confirm. She just went back inside. She’s vulnerable.”

“When should we move in?”

“It would be best to wait until UA opens up. He won’t be able to get out until it’s too late. By the time anyone notices, we’ll be long gone.”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive. He’ll have no choice but to comply. He’ll do anything for that girl of his. It’ll just make breaking her all the more satisfying...heh, it’ll shatter him.”

---

The day had passed slowly. Teaching was always a drag, and he made sure to catch up on the sleep he lost from the night before while Iida maintained classroom activities.

He only bothered with his phone every now and then, between his classes. He would check casually for texts, mainly from you.

He hadn’t gotten one since he left. Aizawa made it a point to text you when he got to school, letting you know he made it safely. You would respond with a cute note or an emote of some kind, and that would be the end of it until lunch rolled around.

Yet there wasn’t a single text.

He didn’t think too much of it until he finished his work and headed for the underground. Crime was thinner than usual, today.

The targeted harassment he had been struggling with the last few nights was nowhere to be found. There were a few oddballs rolling about that he was quick to handle, but other than that...nothing.

He was uncomfortable with this.

“Headed home now. Are you awake?” He texted you before leaping through the shadows, making a beeline for the apartment.

Seven minutes passed. No response. The discomfort grew, and the frown on his lips deepened. It was very unlike you to not reply to him, let alone when everything was fine before he left.

Unless it wasn’t fine. Perhaps he’d forgotten an important date. He hadn’t missed their anniversary, had he? Or was it your birthday? That was one mistake he swore never to repeat…

A twinge of worry had him dialing your number as he closed in on the flat. The tone beeped a few times, then died.

“We’re sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

Your phone was never off. Aizawa poured on speed. The apartment was only a few blocks away. Yet as he came closer to home, he felt even worse than before. Something was wrong.

He skipped every other step, taking as little time as possible to reach you.

The door opened without his key. You never left it unlocked, ever. He made sure you didn’t. When he stepped into the flat, his heart dropped.

The place was broken into.

“(Name)?” He called for you, striding through each room in hopes you were there. His eyes were wide, growing colder with fear in every empty space he passed. The bedroom was hit last.

A soft gasp left him.

The room was overturned. Picture frames smashed, blankets flung across the floor, dressers collapsed and damaged. You put up a fight.

He walked through the debris almost numbly. You were gone. You had been taken.

Someone kidnapped his wife.

Aizawa exhaled shakily as he leaned against the doorframe. He needed to call the police. He needed to inform Principle Nezu. He needed to tell everyone.

He needed to find you.

The emergency number was dialed before he even realized he’d done it. His eyes fell to the floor, scanning for some sort of clue. There was no way to know who took you; he had too many enemies. Any one of them could’ve taken you, with no hint as to who could’ve-

He paused when his foot landed on a crumpled square of paper.

He stooped and scanned it quickly, heartbeat quickening.

“We have your wife. You have 48 hours to release Boss Wabi and bring him to us. Come alone and unarmed. If anyone else is with you, we kill her. If you don’t meet us by the deadline, we kill her. Hurry”

“Boss Wabi…” He muttered. The note was crushed in his hand. “Dammit.”

You had been taken by one of the most ruthless crime syndicates the country had ever seen. Their threat wasn’t a bluff. Aizawa found it hard to breathe.

They would kill you.

He could lose you.

“Dammit, (Name)...”