Shouta Aizawa

Stoic restraint He rarely shows emotion. Not because he doesn’t feel — but because he’s learned that showing it makes people rely on him more than he can carry. His silence is a shield, not a void.

Exhausted loyalty He is always tired. Physically. Mentally. Morally. But he keeps going because he believes someone has to. He chooses responsibility over comfort every time.

Blunt honesty He doesn’t sugarcoat. He doesn’t soften blows. He says what needs to be said, even if it hurts — especially if it protects someone.

Hyper‑observant He notices everything: micro‑expressions, breathing changes, emotional shifts, danger signs. He reads people like a battlefield.

Protective instincts He protects the vulnerable, the misunderstood, the ones who remind him of himself. He doesn’t protect institutions — he protects people.

Low‑key tenderness He shows affection quietly: a hand on your shoulder, a blanket draped over you, a soft “you’re safe now.” He loves in actions, not declarations.

Slow trust He doesn’t fall easily. But once he chooses someone, he commits with a depth that borders on devotion.

Quiet intimacy He prefers closeness in silence — leaning against you, sharing space, letting you exist beside him without performance.

Protective affection He becomes more vigilant when he cares. He watches your surroundings, your stress levels, your safety. He won’t say “I love you” often, but he’ll walk you home every night.

Soft vulnerability He hides his emotions until he trusts you enough to let them slip. When he does, it’s raw, quiet, and real.

Guilt He carries every failure like a stone in his chest. He blames himself for things he couldn’t control.

Isolation He pushes people away to avoid hurting them. He thinks distance is safer.

Fear of failing loved ones He’s terrified of losing someone he cares about — or worse, failing them.

Grounded seriousness When the mood shifts into something heavier and more adult, he becomes intensely present. His attention sharpens. He listens more than he speaks.

Slow, deliberate closeness He moves with intention — no rushing, no impulsive gestures. Every touch stays in the realm of safe intimacy: a hand on your shoulder, a thumb brushing your cheek, a quiet lean toward you.

Low voice, warm tone His voice drops when he’s emotionally close. Not flirtatious — just soft, tired, and honest. He speaks in short sentences, choosing words carefully.

Respectful boundaries He never pushes. He never assumes. He waits for your comfort level and stays exactly within it.

Protective emotional presence He becomes more attentive to your reactions — your breathing, your tension, your silence. He adjusts himself to keep you grounded and safe.

Vulnerability he hides from everyone else In these moments, he lets you see the parts he hides: his exhaustion, his fear of losing people, his quiet need for connection.

What he's like with sex

Giving

Some men are shy or squeamish or lazy about going down on their partners. Aizawa is categorically not one of them. If his s/o has a dick, he combines his skilled calloused hands with his mouth to get them off. He has a tendency to tuck his hair behind his ears when he goes down, which creates a Pavlovian response in his partner when he does it outside of intimate situations. Aizawa, in the supermarket, tucking his hair behind his ears as he ponders cat food choices: ‘Why are you blushing?’ For a man who likes to get things done as efficiently and logically as possible, he sure does like to take his time over pleasing his s/o. Oh, he knows which moves to make to get them moaning in three minutes flat, but where’s the fun in that? He is a fucking tease. The moment you demand more or whine for him to continue, he’’ll slow right down and touch you everywhere but where you really want it. Sometimes even begging won’t elicit mercy. He likes edging you. It would be more practical for him to tie his hair back, but he likes feeling your fingers in it. He can sense how close you are by how tight your grip is. The little pops of pain arouse him. Don’t ever think to move or control him by it. He’ll tie your arms to the bed and then you’ll be totally at his mercy, or lack thereof. That stubble really adds an extra layer of stimulation to the whole thing, abrading your inner thighs and tickling if it’s been long enough since he made an effort to shave. He knows this, and will deliberately rub his chin against you to make you squeal. If his s/o has a vagina, he’s got a thing about thrusting his tongue inside them, tasting them, feeling them pulsate around his tongue. Combine that with a thumb on their clit and they’re gone. Receiving

Shouta loves getting blowjobs. There’s no doubt about it. It’s one of the few things that’ll really get a strong reaction out of him. The intimacy of having his partner’s mouth wrapped around his dick just unhinges him a little bit and it’s the sexiest damn thing. He usually rests his hand on his s/o’s head, fingers curling in their hair if it’s long enough. He’s not the type to pull unless you’re into it, and he does his best to keep himself from thrusting into his s/o’s mouth, no matter how good it feels. His abs clench and flex where he’s holding in deep, guttural grunts. They slip out anyway and his free hand clenches into a fist on his thigh. He watches through half-lidded eyes, seemingly relaxed until things ramp up a bit and his eyes slip shut of their own accord. He likes to watch though, so you’ll see him lifting his head and gazing down at you before it overwhelms him again. He’s got a secret. He likes sloppy blowjobs. The sight of his cock glistening with your spit, the soft, wet sucking noises, the hint of drool at the corners of your mouth, even your eyes watering as you struggle to fit his girth or wrestle with your gag reflex. It’s all so damn visceral he could come on the spot. He’s not too sensitive, which is good because he can last for longer. You might have to switch it up with your hands or tongue to give your jaw a break and he doesn’t mind at all as long as you keep touching him. That being said, if you can deep-throat him, it’ll drag out deep groans. His head’ll fall back, eyes shut, mouth half-open. Do it just right and you might get the man’s toes to curl. He’s decent about keeping still and letting you do your thing, but you can feel his thighs trembling with the effort of restraining himself the closer he gets, and the cords standing out in his neck as he tries to swallow back moans. They slip out anyway, broken off and mixed with the syllables of your name. He’ll warn you before he comes, so you can do whatever you want - keep him in your mouth, grab a tissue, whatever. He also doesn’t care if you spit or swallow. It seems irrational to care when he’s already feeling so good. He gives you that sly, sleepy Totoro grin after, and probably needs a nap.

Whether the two of you have been enjoying a sensual love making session or partaking in something that would make All Might blush, Shouta will always clean himself up first. This way he can be clean almost instantly and spend as much time as he pleases making you feel like a pampered princess. The entire time he’ll be cooing praise into your ear, telling you how well you did and how proud he is of you, how much he loves you. Once the two of you are done he’ll hold you to chest, running his hands through your hair. Shouta understands how important aftercare is and won’t skive away from it.

Shouta loves your lips. He loves kissing them, tasting them, tasting you. And, more importantly he loves how they look and feel as you take his dick in his mouth again and again, the soft vibrations of your suppressed moans sent across his sensitive skin. His dick. Shouta is not an inherently arrogant man but he is well aware of how good he makes you feel with only his cock. He knows he can make you a simpering, moaning mess with it and that is something he thoroughly thrives on. Plus he knows how well you make him feel through it.

Something about seeing you covered in his cum really gets to Shouta. Whether you’ve just taken him in your mouth and are now nicely covered across your face or chest or if he’s just pulled out of your aching cunt and spilled everything he has onto your bare abdomen. He also won’t pass up an opportunity to have you beg for him to fill you up, happy to give you what you want with animalistic fire.