You wake up and find yourself wrapped up in a soft plush blanket. You sit up and rub your eyes. You look to the door and see Aizawa walking in with a tray full of food. His hair is all around his face, cascading down to his shoulders. He smiles at you and carefully gets on the bed with the tray.

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiles.

"Good morning," you smile.

"Eat up, and then I'm giving you a massage," he smiles.

"Really?" You smile.

"Yeah. I want to make sure you aren't sore and that you feel ok," he smiles.

"Shota..."

"Hey...what did I tell you about aftercare?" He raises an eyebrow. You smile and grab one of the coffee cups and sip it. You glance at the wall and stare at the knife. His eyes follow yours, and he smirks.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Can I mark you?" You ask. He chokes on his coffee and coughs a little.

"You-you wanna mark me?" He asks, wheezing a little.

"Yeah...if you don't want to, it's ok," you shrug. He cups your face and smiles.

"I thought you'd never ask..." he says softly.

Your chest flutters. "Really?" You smile.

"Of course! I'm just as much yours as you are mine...where do you want to put it?" He smiles. You point to his chest.

"Right over your heart," you smile.

He grabs your hand and kisses it softly. "It belongs to you, so it's only fitting," he smiles. You giggle and sip your coffee again. "You wanna call the kids?" He smiles.

"Yes!" You say happily. He grabs his cell and dials Shinso's number.

"Hello?" Shoto answers.

Aizawa's eyes widen. "Shoto?" He asks.

"Yeah?" Shoto says.

"This is Hitoshi's phone...." Aizawa says.

"I know. I saw you calling, and I answered," Shoto says nonchalantly. You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Well, where is Hitoshi?" Aizawa asks.

"Sleeping. That's why he didn't answer," Shoto says.

"No, I got that part...why is he with you...and sleeping?" Aizawa asks.

"Sero and Denki are here too...the whole class is...I'm sorry, I do not understand the question," Shoto says.

"Honey, did you guys have a sleepover?" you ask, trying not to giggle.

"Yes. Why else would Hitoshi be with me so early?" Shoto says.

"No reason! Are you guys ok?" Aizawa asks.

"Yeah. Eri had a rough night...this is the first night she didn't have both of you tuck her in for a while, and she wouldn't go to sleep," Shoto says.

"Oh no," you say softly.

"She's fine. Bakugou braided her hair, and Momo and the rest of the girls put on a puppet show for her. She went out like a light, and we didn't want to move her, so we all slept in the common area," Shoto says happily.

"Thanks, guys," you smile.

"Of course. Are you guys having fun?" Shoto asks.

"Yeah. We called because we missed you guys," Aizawa says, smiling a little.

"We missed you too, da-Mr. Aizawa," Shoto says softly.

Your eyes widen. "Well, sorry we woke you up! Talk soon, sweetie! Love you all!" You smile.

"Ok, bye," He hangs up quickly. Aizawa stares at the phone.

"Sho...you ok?" You ask softly.

He nods a little. "I don't want him to go home over the summer...we can take him to see his siblings whenever he wants...but I don't want him alone in that fucking house with Enji," Aizawa snaps.

"Ok...we can take him with us. He can stay in the guest room," you say, shrugging.

He looks up at you. "Really?" He asks.

"Why not? Hitoshi would love to have him there, and so would Eri," You smile. Aizawa smiles a little.

"Ok...we can talk about it with him when we get back," Aizawa says happily.

You both finish eating breakfast, and Aizawa gives you a wonderful massage, working your muscles carefully. You both get dressed for the day and head out. Aizawa took you to an art museum, followed by a romantic lunch on the beach at the cutest cafe. The whole day you felt jittery. The next morning you both would be driving back to U.A. You couldn't help but wonder if he was going to propose or not...

You got back to the house and changed into your swimsuit. It was a dark grey high-waisted bikini. You put on some music and walk to the fridge and look for something to drink. You start softly singing the song and swaying your hips. Aizawa walked out in basketball shorts and running shoes with no shirt as he tied his hair back. He stopped and stared at you.

"So here's to the future 'cause we got through the past

I finally found someone that can make me laugh

You so crazy, I think I want to have your baby

What a man, what a man, what a man,

What a mighty good man

Yes he is......."

He tilts his head and watches your hips sway back and forth. You turn around and jump.

"JESUS, SHOTA!" You say, holding your chest.

"Please...continue," he smirks.

"Oh my god," you groan. He walks over to you and kisses your cheek.

"You're adorable," he smiles.

"Yeah...one of these days, I'm gonna catch you doing that," you smirk.

"Never," he laughs. You push him away playfully and turn back to the fridge.

"You gonna be ok while I go run?" He smirks. You walked outside to the patio and lay in one of the stretch chairs, reading a book. "I'm good with my book," you smile. He chuckles and grabs your chin. He kisses you softly and kisses your nose. He starts to jog down the beach, getting further and further out of sight. You take out your phone and call Mikko.

"Hey! How's it going?!" She asks happily.

"Good...except he hasn't asked me...that question," you mumble.

"Maybe he will do it tonight?" She asks.

"I don't think he will. He was more nervous yesterday about asking me to move back in," you sigh.

"Oh...shit," She sighs.

"Yeah, it's weird; he asked me about kids. I told him I'm happy with Eri and Hitoshi, and he agreed...you don't ask someone that unless you wanna marry them, right?" You ask.

"That is a very pointed question," she says.

"I don't know...maybe I'm overthinking this," you sigh.

"You're not...you're in love, and you're excited...give yourself a break. Try to relax and enjoy your time alone," She says sweetly.

"You're right...thanks, love," you smile.

"No problem..." she smiles.

"Hey Mikko, did you have an extra towel?" A deep voice asks.

Your eyes widen. You know that voice. "Is...is that...are you fucking SNIPE!?" You ask.

"Shhhh!!! Oh my god, you are so loud!!!" She laughs.

"You need to describe to me what he looks like...please...or take a fucking picture!!" You say.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're breaking up...bad....reception..." she laughs.

"MIKKO!" You snap.

"Bye!" She giggles and hangs up.

You sigh and toss your phone on the table, going back to your book. After a few hours, you peek over your book and smile, seeing Aizawa walking up, his chest glistening with water and sweat. He walks onto the patio and rings out the corner of his shorts, dripping with ocean water from a quick dip. He takes his hair down and smiles at you, and shakes it out all over you.

You scream and laugh as you hold your hands up. "Jesus, Shota!! What are you a dog!?" You laugh.

He sits on your lounge chair and kisses you, holding your face softly. He pulls away and looks at you. You feel like your breathing stops. "I don't know why you did...but I'm so grateful you gave me another chance," he whispers.

"Sho..." you whisper. You kiss him again and smile. "It's because I love you, stupid," you mumble.

"I love you too," he smiles. "I'm gonna shower, and then we can make dinner," he smiles, and you nod. He gets up and walks inside. You get up and walk into the house, heading to the kitchen.

You start to get everything out of the fridge to cook when you feel Aizawa's arms wrap around your waist. "Mmm, change of plans...How about I put you on the table and eat you for dinner," he whispers, kissing your neck softly.

"Shota," you moan.

"Shhh...be good," he whispers.

He unties your bikini top, and it falls to the floor. He grabs your breasts, slowly toying with your nipple as he kisses your neck. "You have no clue how much I've missed touching you like this," he whispers. You moan as you feel his cock, hard and grinding against your ass.

"Fuck," you breathe.

"Such a pretty Kitty..." he whispers.

"Sho," you breathe. He turns you around and kisses you passionately.

"Shower, and then we can make dinner," he smiles. You nod, and he smacks you on the ass as you walk away. He smiles and watches you close the bedroom door. He takes out his cell and texts Hizashi.

Aizawa smiles and puts his phone away. He starts to heat the pan and cut the vegetables. You shower and change into soft black shorts and a loose sweater. You walk out and see him humming as he cooks. He turns around and sees you. He takes your hand and pulls you close to him as he starts to sway you both to the soft soul music playing. You nuzzle into his neck and smile, inhaling his wonderful scent. He starts to sing softly, his deep voice swirling in your head.

"You'll never find, it'll take the end of all time

Someone to understand you like I do

You'll never find the rhythm, the rhyme

All the magic we shared, just us two...."

You smile and hold him tightly. He kisses your neck and smiles. "Wanna help me cut the vegetables?" He asks, and you nod. You grab the knife and start to cut the vegetables carefully.

"Do you have a favorite song?" You smile.

"Absolutely. What genre?" He chuckles.

"Ok...Soul?"

"Ain't no mountain high enough by Ms. Diana Ross," He smiles.

"Oh, that's a good one...ok...80s rock?" You smile.

"Technically, it's electronic, but Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode," He smirks.

"Ooo, that one's good too...ok...Ummm, 90s Pop? You raise an eyebrow.

"Nope," he says quickly.

"No...you don't have one or no, you won't tell me?" You laugh.

"I will never tell anyone," he chuckles.

"If I guess...do I get a prize?" You raise an eyebrow.

"If you can guess correctly...I'll perform it for you," he chuckles.

"I'm sorry...you'll do WHAT?" You laugh.

He turns and smiles. "If you can guess my favorite 90's pop song...I'll give you a performance...that's how certain I am you won't get it," he winks.

"How many guesses do I get?" You smirk.

"Three since I'm feeling generous," he crosses his arms.

"Ok...Ummm...Wanna Be by The Spice Girls?" You smile.

"Nope...good guess," he smirks.

"Ok...um, fuck...Oh! All-Star by Smash Mouth!" You laugh.

"Nope...poor kitty...you're gonna lose," he smirks.

"Man.....I really don't know....." You sigh. He laughs and turns around.

"Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC," you smirk. His head turns, and he stares at you, shocked.

"Ho-How did you...."

"Maybe don't hum it when you're in the shower," you smile sweetly, and his cheeks flush. "Yeah...tonight's gonna be fun," you smile and go back to making dinner.

"Baby...Kitty...You don't really wanna see me dance..." he laughs nervously.

"Oh, but I do...I really really do," you smile. "Chop, chop, Shota," you smile. His face is bright red, and you giggle. You two eat dinner in silence, and you can't stop giggling.

"Oh my god," he mumbles. You laugh again, and he sighs.

"Ok, let's do this," he sighs. You sit on the couch, and you can't stop giggling. He moves the coffee table and sighs. You hit play, and the music starts. "You better not slack," you smirk.

"Fucking god," he sighs.

Your eyes widen when he starts to sing the lyrics without missing a beat. You cup your hands over your mouth as you laugh. You burst into tears as he starts to do the actual choreography of the dance, jumping and all. "OH MY GOD!!" You lay on the couch as you laugh. He smiles, seeing you so giddy with joy. He keeps going and tries not to laugh. He smirks and grabs your hand, pulling you off the couch. You two start to dance as he keeps singing.

"I know that I can't take no more

It ain't no lie

Baby bye bye bye...."

You laugh hysterically when the song ends, and you clap. "Well done!" You laugh.

"Alright, that's it!" He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder. You scream and laugh as he walks into the room. "I hope it was worth it," he growls.

"Absolutely!" You giggle.

He tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, kissing you hard. Your whole face feels hot as you kiss him. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he holds your body. You start to grind up into him as you feel his cock harden. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and he groans. His hand slips between your legs, and he starts to toy with your cunt through your shorts. He pulls away from your lips and kisses your neck.

"Fuck...I can feel how wet you are," he groans.

"Shota...I need you," You moan.

"First...you need to make me yours," he breathes.

He gets up and takes off his shirt. He walks to the bathroom and grabs the other pocket knife that he cleaned before his shower. You sit up and kneel on the bed. He hands it to you, and you smile. You kiss him again and pull him onto the bed, climbing onto him. You spring the knife open, and his chest moves up and down in short bursts. You grind on him, and he groans a little.

"Fuck," he pants.

You kiss him and moves your lips down his neck. "I love you, Shota," you whisper.

"I love you too, Kitty," he groans. You hold his chest and take the knife, carefully carving your initials into him.

"FUCK!" He groans.

You finish and sit up, admiring your work. You throw the knife into the wall, hitting right next to his mark. His eyes darken, and you kiss him hard. He pulls off your shirt and bites your bottom lip. "Fuck me," you moan.

He grabs your body and rolls over on top of you. He flips you over effortlessly, placing you on all fours on the bed. He groans and yanks down your shorts and panties. "Fuck, can't wait....need you," he pants.

He pulls his sweats down and grabs his cock, lining up with your cunt. He thrusts into you, and you whimper. "Fuck....fuck, baby..." he groans.

"Shota...fuck...feels so good," you whimper. He presses your back, and you whimper as your upper body presses into the bed.

"Keep this perfect fucking ass up," he growls. He starts to thrust into you, fucking you like an animal as you scream. "Fuck! Fuck you feel so good, baby... perfect cunt...perfect ass...all mine...fuckin' mine..." he groans. His hand slips to your clit and starts to rub small circles over it.

"Shota!" You cry out.

"Be a good girl and come on my cock...that's it, baby....just like that...good girl...come on...right there, baby..." he whispers in your ear. He pulls you up and groans as he keeps thrusting his hips. He wraps an arm around your body, and his fingers never leave your clit.

"Come on! Come for me...come, baby...fuck...good kitty...such a perfect little cock sleeve..." he growls.

"Shota!!" You scream as you cum on his cock. Your nails dig into his arms, and he chuckles darkly.

"Good girl, baby...fuck...tightest fucking pussy....fuck...keep squeezing me like that...good girl...fuck...you wanna come again? Huh? You wanna come again like a stupid slut?!" He snaps.

"Yes! Yes! Your slut!" You cry out.

He moans and shoves his fingers into your mouth, using his forearms to hold you up as his other hand slips down to toy with your overstimulated clit. You let out a muffled scream around his fingers, and he groans.

"Suck them, you dumb bitch," he snarls. You start to suck his fingers, drool slowly dripping out of your mouth. "Good girl...fuck! Fuck! Come...come, Kitty...my stupid little kitty," he pants. You scream around his fingers as you come again.

"God damn it! Fuck! Good kitty...fuck...fuck...M'gonna come...fuck...you want it, baby?" He whispers. You nod as best you can, and he bites your neck.

"MMmfff!!" You scream.

"Aww, did I fuck you stupid!!? Good! FUCK!" He shouts as his hips still.

You feel his cum pump into you, and you shudder. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, and you gasp. He lays you down and slides his cock out of you. He spreads your ass and shudders, watching his cum drip out of you.

"Fuck...oh my god..." he pants. He leans down and kisses your cheek. "Let's get you clean," he whispers.

You nod a little, and he smirks. He picks you up carefully and takes you to the tub. He gets you both inside and fills it with hot water, the steam swirling around the bathroom. "God, you did such a good job, kitty...you are incredible..." he smiles proudly.

"You... don't think I'm stupid, right?" You ask softly.

He lifts your chin and looks deep into your eyes. "You are the smartest person I know...never think you are stupid," he says. You smile a little, and he kisses you softly. You nuzzle into his chest and smile. "Was that too much?" He whispers as he washes you carefully with a washcloth.

"No......" you stop and look down.

"Hey...this is part of after-care...checking in and talking about what just happened," he smiles reassuringly.

"I loved it...I loved it so much...I felt...bad for liking it," you sigh a little.

He nods a little. "I can understand that...it's not a bad thing to like it...what happens during our...intimacy time, is part of the fantasy almost...the things I say to you that are...darker...I don't mean...You are wonderful, smart, and so, so beautiful," He smiles.

You kiss him softly, and he smiles. "If you ever want to talk about what was said during that time, don't hesitate. It's part of after-care," he smiles, and you nod. He carries you out to the bed and chuckles. "Guess I don't have to change the sheets since I just fucked you on the comforter," he smirks.

He sets you in the chair and takes the comforter off. He grabs a blanket and puts it on the bed before picking you up and placing you into the bed. He slips some panties onto you and grabs one of his sweaters, carefully putting it onto you. You grab the first air kid and smile.

"May I?" You nod to his mark, and he smiles.