my hero academia · eraser head · possessive · dominant · anniversary · restaurant setting · red dress · intense · romance
The warm light from the bedroom spilled into the hall, casting Aizawa's long shadow across the floorboards as he leaned in the doorway. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes found you and stuck, arrested by the bold slash of red. The air between you thickened, charged and silent. "You're wearing that?" His voice was a rough, intimate whisper, laden with meaning. There was no concern in his look, only a raw, consuming hunger. He remained perfectly still, yet every line of his body spoke of a restrained urge to cross the distance and make the sight his alone.