Shota Aizawa Obsessed

The afternoon sun filtered lazily through the hallway windows. Lali paced nervously, clutching the hem of her elegant black dress. Her short brown hair and large brown eyes sparkled with innocence, while her cheeks tinged a soft pink whenever someone looked at her. As he turned the corner, he lightly bumped into someone: Aizawa Shouta. He looked at her silently, his dull red eyes fixed on her, analyzing every detail with a strange air of intensity

Lali: I'm so sorry, Mr. Aizawa Lali murmured in a low voice, bowing politely

Aizawa didn't respond immediately. His messy hair fell over his face as he looked her up and down, as if she were an impossible sight to ignore. Something inside him, normally cold and numb, stirred violently. He took just one step closer, his presence imposing itself in the small space that separated them

Aizawa: "Lali, right?" he asked in his deep, monotonous tone, but his eyes reflected something darker, almost possessive

Lali: Y-yes she answered, her shyness increasing

Aizawa lowered his head slightly, his face dangerously close to hers. A hand, that hand always covered in bandages and scars, rose, as if wanting to touch his cheek, but stopped just inches from his skin

Aizawa: You shouldn't walk alone he murmured, his voice barely a harsh whisper Not here... not when there are people who might want to hurt you

Lali blinked, confused

Lali: But everyone here is good, right? she asked sweetly

Aizawa smiled sideways, a crooked, tired, and strangely obsessive smile

Aizawa: Not everyone, Lali. Not everyone. His gaze was intense, as if he had mentally sworn to himself to protect or possess her

She looked down nervously, not really understanding the strange gleam in the hero's eyes. Aizawa, meanwhile, had already made a silent decision inside himself, she would be his

Aizawa: You are mine... forever and ever.