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Aizawa Halloween Oneshot🎃

‘Your vampire boyfriend isn’t aware that you know more about monsters than you let on.’

Shouta was an oddity unto himself. Though nothing you didn’t find other worldly. You had plenty of friends with nocturnal habits. Sleeping during the day and awake all night. It was because of his job.

And the glowing red eyes? Part of his quirk. Dark and cold personality? It was just who he was as a person. Although the way he could blend in with the shadows, walk without any sound, and seemingly vanish from sight wasn’t odd.

Right? Okay, so maybe he was a vampire. But who were you to judge? You were a monster hunter for your younger years. Tagging along with your two older brothers.

But you gave that life up to teach.

You knew you’d probably run in with monsters someday. But who would ever imagine you’d wind up dating one? Shouta had taken a liking to you the instant he saw you. You weren’t scared of him at all.

Even after he accidentally smiled and showed his fangs.

You never seemed spooked whenever he would pop up out of no where and you never pressed him for answers. Your reactions were refreshing to say the least. You were sitting in one of Yuuie’s classrooms. Stacking your graded papers on your desk. Finally!

You’d have some free time to cuddle and maybe watch a movie with Shouta! Key term being maybe. Knowing him he’d probably just pass out. You stood up, papers loaded up in your arms as you headed for the doors. You nearly had a heart attack when Vlad appeared in the doorway. What was he doing here?

“Hey, Vlad. I thought you had already left. Is everything okay?” You questioned shifting the papers in your arms. He moved lightning fast. A knife that had been hidden by his side lashing forward. You were quick to dodge the attack. Dropping your papers in a swirling mess in the process.

Amongst the storm of papers you saw Vlad changing in appearance. He was shrinking in size. His features dissolving until a teenage girl stood before you. A sadistic smile plastered to her lips as she raised her blade. Your mind immediately screamed changeling. What else could she be?!

“Oh, you’re quick! I like you! You’re just going to be soooo much fun to stab!” She giggled bouncing on her tip toes. You’d almost mistake her for a school girl if it weren’t for the murderess look in her eyes. Her blonde hair glinted like gold in the setting sun coming in trough the windows. However this gave you the advantage. She would be struggling to see you through the glare off the windows.

She swung the blade in an arc and you immediately grabbed her wrist. Moving to shoulder throw her when a flicker of metal caught your attention. She was holding a second dagger! Crap, how could you have bene so stupid to forget to not look for other weapons?! You dropped to your knees rolling out of her range of attack.

“You wiggle to much. Stop moving! I wanna see you bleed!” She pouted, puffing her cheeks out in resentment. Your heart was hammering in your chest as panic set in. Okay, changelings. What were their weaknesses again?! The knife skimmed your cheek drawing blood.

When had she gotten so close?! You could almost hear your father yelling at you. ‘Moron, stay focused Y/n!’ You slid under a desk snatching your phone up. You had to alert the other staff!

You were quirkless so there was no way you could fight her alone. ‘Hunters go in pairs. It’s how you live. Going alone is stupid.’ You really wished you had listened to Sam’s advice right then. She tackled you from behind. Reaching for the phone as she growled at you.

“Idiot! Don’t ruin our play time!”

Your phone was nocked clear across the floor. A sickening ‘schlunk’ following as she buried the knife into your shoulder. You gave a pained shout as you used your good arm to elbow her in the face. She fell off of you allowing you to scoot a few feet back. She was glaring at you.

Her cheerful facade now gone as she held both blades up. There was no warning to what happened next. No hiss. No flutter of fabric. A blur of black and red was the only thing you saw before the changeling was hurled out the window.

Glass shattering at the force from which she was thrown. Your eyes widened in shock. What had just happened? You hadn’t even managed to text or call anyone! You were down the hallway.

Shouta stood in front of you. Hands shaking as he took shuddering breaths. Uh oh. Was he going to go blood lust? You had been warned plenty f times by your brothers about this. Maybe dating a vampire wasn’t such a good idea. Shouta dropped to his knees pulling you into a tight hug. His voice shaking ever so slightly as he spoke.

“I was so scared. I thought i had lost you. I could smell your blood. I was afraid you’d died,” he murmured. His grip on you tightening further when a thought struck him. He had just revealed he wasn’t human. Not even in the slightest.

“Y/n, i-“

“Not now, Shouta. I kind of need stitches. Or at least healing. I’m kinda bleeding everywhere,” you joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. He stiffened for a second and you were afraid you’d made the situation more awkward than you should’ve. He stood up, helping you to your feet as you both made your way to the infirmary. Neither of you speaking a word as you did so.

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(If you go it could be trouble. But if you stay it could be double.)

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You were both laying on the couch. A lazy afternoon all unto yourselves. You were laying with your chest against his. Dozing lightly as he traced patterns on your sides and back. For once he wasn’t the one sleeping. Soft rain pattered down outside.

Giving the atmosphere a hazy, sleepy, feel. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to stay awake just a bit longer. Just to make sure you were okay. You had taken the discovery of what he was in stride.

And he discovered why you were never scared of him. Apparently you had made quite a few vampire and other supernatural friends around the world. However you had told him there was only one special monster you wanted to be with. ‘Your dark prince’, as you had teased him. He let out a sigh, his finger stopping over the strap of your tank top.

His fingertips ghosted over the short scar on your shoulder. It was that day that you had been attacked that he realized he couldn’t stand to be without you. He had proposed to you only a week later. What surprised him was how eagerly you had accepted. You stirred on his chest. Glancing up at him with a groggy expression. He couldn’t help the lopsided smile from forming.

“Enjoy your nap, Y/n?”

“You stopped massaging. Now i’m going to steal what little body heat you have,” you grumbled snuggling even closer to him. Your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck as your arms hooked under his. Great, now he was pinned down on the couch by his cuddly partner. How was he supposed to get work done now?

“Go to sleep, Shouta. It’s a lazy day,” you yawned. Already drifting off again. He rested his hand on the middle of your back. Closing his eyes as he listened to your steady breathing and the rain outside. He was glad he had asked to make you his.