A NSFW scenario between Aizawa Shouta and fem!Reader ft. established relationship, stupid couple in-jokes, general Shouta-trolling. NSFW under cut. I hope you enjoy! – Mod Rig
The keys were at the bottom of the bag. They’d
wiggled under your battered, half-read crime paperback, paperwork, and general
bottom-of-the-bag junk. You dug in elbow-deep and pulled them out. And promptly
dropped them.
‘Really?’ you asked them, glinting all innocent
on the welcome mat.
Wisely, they didn’t answer. You picked them up
and unlocked the door, waiting for the inevitable mewing and scratching from
the other side. It never came.
You smiled.
There was only one reason Maron wouldn’t be
clawing the door to shreds for attention. A pair of black boots rested in the
entryway, confirming your suspicions. You dumped the groceries in the kitchen
and ambled down the hall. The hiss of running water reached your ears. Standing
guard duty outside the bathroom door was the cat. He meowed in greeting, but
didn’t abandon his post. Good, loyal beast. Knocking, you poked your head
around the bathroom door.
A tall, dark-haired figure stood, blurred, behind
the steamed-up glass of the shower.
‘You’re home early,’ you called.
‘Internships,’ came the muffled reply.
‘They go off okay?’ you asked, gathering up the
black clothes left crumpled on the bathroom floor. Shouta would pick up after
himself, but you needed to wash some of your own clothes anyway, and he was
probably exhausted. You made his life easier where you could.
‘Yeah.’
He was being particularly monosyllabic today,
which meant there was something on his mind. You bundled up his clothes, turned
for the door, then hesitated.
‘I’m making chicken katsu curry. Do you want some
coffee, babe?’
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