#but i just imagine hizashi with a lot of regret from that day

[erasurecloud]

What if the reason Hizashi works 3 full jobs is because he can’t stand down time because his mind will start wandering and he’ll start thinking of his work study and the day he tried to fight Garvey but instead his quirk wound up being amplified against his best friends and he couldn’t do anything to help them fight.

So he just never gives himself the chance to have enough down time for his mind to start spinning.

#i dont think this makes sense #but i just imagine hizashi with a lot of regret from that day #it wasnt his fault tho #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #hizashi #yamada #present mic #garvey

[truly-morgan]

Fanfic idea am too tired to write for now pt.1

So I have many fanfiction Idea, yet my dumb ass is just way too tired in so many ways to actually write anything for now, so I decided “Why not just make a list and see what people enjoy, might give me motivation”. This might be a multi-fandom post, depending on how many idea I can brings back from my bad memory.

After all, what better than writing a fanfic is to just dumb down the plot and ramble about me ideas.

TodoBakuDeku

Soulmate marks AU

They are all soulmates, and two of them a really dumb. The two first to notice are Midoriya and Todoroki. Somewhere after the sport festival, they happen to be changing at the same time for X reason and one of them notice they have a matching marks. We have two dorks unsure what to do, but they decided “Hey, lets give it a chance, we are already on a good start”.

Everything goes well, everyone do kinda notice how close they have become, but hey maybe it just how they are with close friend (especially with poor Shouto being a novice at friendship). But, one day when they are all changing after a sport class, Kirishima points out how similar Bakugo’s mark is to Midoriya’s one, making our explosive boy mad but then realise they have the same. Somehow these two childhood friend either never actually notice it (tbf, Bakugo’s mark isn’t that visible) or just erased that information from their memory if it was ever discovered.

And then we have Todoroki and Midoriya unsure what to do since they weren’t expecting to add a third person (after all it is rather rare thing to happen, but not in my fanfic), while Bakugo is just confused at how this situation as escalated quickly. Then we simply have a couples chapter seeing how thing are evolving between them, maybe some jealous Bakugo who didn’t want any of that at first but didn’t like seeing them this close when he could be a parts of it.

And somehow I wanna have Kirishima trying to help his friends, because of course he would, despite being confused by missing the part where Todoroki is also part of the equation.

Fantasy AU

This one would probably need to be cut in two parts? Like I imagine them meeting on a first quest and kind of slowly falling for each other that way? Like, Midoriya was already on this quest with Iida and Uraraka, joined later by prince Todoroki after Midoriya broke the ice (dum dum tss). They probably meet Bakugo on the way, already acquainted with Midoriya because of past event and decide to tag along “Because I was already going there, anyway Deku would get himself kill if he went alone”. So they ends up kind of bonding over the thing they live through and after killing the demon or something.

Second part is something I feel has more seriousness to it, happening a couple years later, where their relationship is something along the line of “I have no clue what relationship I have with these two exactly, there seems to be something but am not sure, but one thing I know is I am ready to die or kill for them”.

This would happen where Todoroki’s kingdom is dragged into war against the dragonkin because they are allies of the one going against them for land and riches. Todoroki has no choice but to actually follow his dad and obviously Bakugo will take care of his kind. I was imagining this whole scene going where Todoroki asks Midoriya to choice what he knew he wouldn’t regrets doing later on (so obviously going with Bakugo). A truly difficult choice, but the both understand, especially Bakugo, that he has obligation and no real choice in the matter if he wants things to change later on.

So we have this whole war going on, learning that Todoroki was working a little more in the background to actually help or makes thing less bad for the dragonkin when he his the one in commands.

One of the rare fanfic where I had some ideas about how to end this story, despite it being rather unsure yet.

BakuDeku

a/b/o

I was going to make a follow up to Bond where we see some snippet from their daily lives as official mates (yet hidden from the public for obvious reason). I already had a couple of ideas for this one, not sure if it actually count as a fanfiction since all the chapter would be rather “unrelated” to one another, each a little story that doesn’t exactly have a follow up in another chapter.

AllEraserMic

Everyone dies trilogy

I am an angtsy bitch and already started this mini-serie with They Both Knew. It was suppose to only be one story at first, then I wondered “How would the different duo react to on of them dying”. So I already did the Toshinori one, am missing Aizawa and Hizashi. This is purely to write angst since it had been a while since I actually wrote angst (I swear I wanted to cry when writing in on the bus something, the hospital scene was the worst).

So yeah, this is at least already kind of started I suppose.

Soulmate Marks AU

(Can y’all see what kind of jam I like?). This one is an idea that has already be seen quite many time in this ship dynamic, where Both Aizawa and Hizashi are in a nice relationship after discovering they were soulmates when studying at UA. So what happens when Toshinori realise that they are both his soulmate? Of course he can’t tell them, after all he wouldn’t want to break that happy couple.

Of course he’s not the most subtle man on earth about it and the couple does notice how weird he seems to act and how much more than before he make sure that his marks stay hidden.

EraserMic

Villain!Mic

This would most likely be based around the Villain Mic Au created by @corndog-patrol​ because I just really love her Villain!Mic so much (this is the kind of villain I really love too) and it gave me ideas. Go check her little comics about this AU, it’s absolutely lovely.

This would most likely be a slow burn (because that’s my speciality at this point), with different accounters they have throughout Eraserhead patrols, where he slowly get a better understanding of how Mic actually is, which mean not really a villain, despite Mic trying to convince him otherwise.

I like the idea of working with a Mic who is convince his quirk cannot be use for good because he was convince early on that his quirk is dangerous (painfully proved by his now bad hearing), yet still act in more ways that would be seen a heroic rather than villainous.

Am not an original person when it comes to AU apparently, but I just really like this idea and wanted to play with it a little bit.

If you want a good fanfic that is already written in that setting please go check out Villainous Heroics by Ibelieveinahappilyeverafter. I hope I won’t get subconsciously inspired by it (or at least not too much) when I write this.

BillDip

Reversed a/b/o Dynamic

So I already started it, this is probably cheating, but I don’t have the energy to write right now so fuck it  ╮(￣ω￣;)╭. So this is an AU reversing the abo usual dynamic and omega are instead treated very well, coming from a twitter tread i had seen.

The twins are both actors (Mabel the film industry and Dipper more on the theater scene) and Bill is the CEO of the studio for which Mabel’s work. He basically meets Dipper when he was going to greet Mabel and fall head over heel for him, making him want to court him.

This is a rather fluff oriented story, where they slowly get to know each other better and Bill trying to court Dipper because in this house we respect omegas. This is a much more light hearted story than some of the one presented higher in this post. I was only going to start really writing it after finishing my two other AU (the 20′s speakeasy and zombie apocalypse ones), but when i get back into writing I might do that.

Lets make a deal AU

So I already presented this one in a previous list, but I really wanna get to write it down at some point.

This is where Dipper as a lot of confidence issue, comparing himself with his family and not seeing anything good in himself. I wanted to play on Bill not necessarily doing weirdmagedon that year and instead taking interest in Dipper.

I wanted to see Bill slowly pulling Dipper in after getting interested in him and thinking his great mind could help him in his plan. Also what better thing than to have one of the wheel sign on your side?

This is more on a Dark!Dipper AU kind of vibe, where the relationship is probably not as wholesome and good as the other one I’ve written until now, but I wanted to see something different.

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Welp, can y’all tell I got interested in bnha lately? (if some of my many doodle of it wasn.t telling). I feel like I write for only two fandom despite loving many show. It just sometimes I feel like I would really be able to do it well? Like I’ve read many Hannibal fanfic, but I don’t think I would be able to write one whom is really good.

Anyway, these are the idea I really wanna write at some point, might get to do it in my not so existent free time or if I don’t feel like reading on the bus.

#fanfiction ideas #fanfiction i want to write #todobakudeku #tododeku #todobaku #bakudeku #allerasermic #erasermic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #billdip #gravity falls #alternate universe

[pinkjeanist]

“daydream.” || hizashi yamada

     ⇥     You wore heels on the wrong day, and your legs pay the price. Luckily, Hizashi is there to help. [1.6k words]

a/n: i hate feet. i hate feet SO much. this fic SUCKS because every time i had to write the word “feet” i CRINGED. i would NEVER let hizashi or anyone else touch my feet. my feet dont exist. i hate them so much im denying their existence. [navigation]

You so desperately wished you could walk in someone else’s shoes. These heels were killing you. 

It was a teacher’s development day, which meant you had to dress up, and you felt strange in anything other than heels when you wore a pencil skirt. But what Nezu had failed to tell you in his little email was that the meetings would go on for six hours. Of course, you got to sit at the meetings, but between them, you’d have to walk from building to building, and up and down stairs to get to the rooms you were assigned to. You’d worn a tall pair of heels expecting to have three meetings at most. Now, your legs were practically about to fall off.

You passed Yamada a few times during passing, in which he pointed out your struggling on the very first occurrence. 

“Yo, Miss Y/l/n! What’s going on?” You quickly checked your watch to see how much time you had, and decidedly stopped as he approached. You would have been overwhelmed by the feeling in your chest if the feeling in your feet wasn’t nearly cut-off from agony (okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch). 

“Oh, it’s just these heels…” You replied, letting him take your elbow as he often did. His brow furrowed in concern over his glasses. “Nezu didn’t tell me how long the day was going to be, and I decided to wear these, and now I kind of regret it.” 

“Yeouch! I’d give you my shoes if I could, but I don’t think those heels would fit me! Not that I mind wearing heels, though.” 

“I know,” You smiled, looking down at your feet though not so much from the pain, now. “I appreciate the sentiment. It means a lot.”

His hand moved to gently squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t get too down about it, Y/l/n! It hurts now, but you’ll be off your feet soon enough! I’ll see you back at the dorms later, okay?”

You nodded, and his hand moved quickly to pat your head before letting go of your elbow. “I’ll see you later, Yamada.” 

You parted ways, and you tried not to reminisce on how his hand felt on your elbow and head as you near-stumbled to your next meeting. When he passed you twice in the hall after that, he asked if your feet were hurting any worse, and when you said yes, he gave you enough kind encouragement to not just take off your shoes and walk to the next meeting barefoot. He hugged you both of those times, and you tried not to hold him as tight as you wanted, even though his arms pulled you close like a two-armed octopus. He’s wearing a different cologne today, you thought to yourself as you continued to your last meeting. 

When you finally made it back to the dorms, you collapsed on the couch with your heels tossed to the side (you didn’t even want to look at them), still in your dress clothes. Your feet hurt too much to go up to your rooms and change. 

You said hi to the other teachers as they trudged in wearily after you, just as drained from the training that they knew wasn’t going to help anyone (you were only heroes, after all). You could tell Ectoplasm was near his limit with his prosthetics. Eraserhead looked like a dead man walking. But Yamada seemed more than happy as he came through the door, spotting you and rushing immediately over.

“Heya, Y/l/n! Feeling any better?”

“Oh Yamada. My feet are gonna hurt forever,” You cried with a grin. He came to sit on the floor next to the couch, by your head. “I’ve been laying here for five minutes and they’re still practically numb. This is it. This is how I die.” 

“Aw, don’t talk like that! Who’s gonna jam with me to my mixtapes when you’re gone?” Your face heated up when his hand moved back to the top of your head. However, this time it stayed, and he started to almost play with it. You had to look away from him to keep your heart from imploding. 

“That’s true. You do have pretty good mixtapes. They’d be perfect if you put Africa by Toto on all of them,” You smiled, thinking back to the countless arguments you’d had with him over the song. 

He groaned dramatically. “It only fits on the classic rock mixtape! Do you really think it belongs on my screamo one? Or my jazzhop one? Or the Carly Rae Jepsen-and-Gaga mix?”

“Africa by Toto is a timeless classic that fits any and all situations. A day at your mom’s house. Your cocktail party. Your wedding. Your funeral. Your goldfish’s funeral. It’ll fit right in with Asking Alexandria on your screamo mixtape, I swear.” 

“I’ll take your word for it, but I’m still not adding Africa to any other mixtapes.” 

You frowned, trying not to smile. “Please-”

“No.”

“Pretty please-?” 

“No!” He giggled, standing to his feet. His hand lingered for a second on the top of your head. 

“You’re leaving?” You asked, your frown not very fake, this time. 

“Well, I was gonna go grab some lotion to rub your feet for you, but if you want me to go-”

Your hand shot out to take a gentle hold of his wrist. “No- I mean, uhm.” You cleared your throat. “I mean, you don’t have to rub my feet. I’ll be fine.” 

“Do you not want your feet rubbed? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Well, it’d be nice, but-”

“Then I’m gonna go grab my lotion. I’ll be right back, hon!” He sped off before you could protest any further. You sighed as your head hit the arm of the couch. Looking into the kitchen across from the living area, Kayama eyed you with a smirk as she made herself a sandwich. You flipped her off. She was the only person you’d told about your little thing for Yamada, which was probably a mistake, since she’d been talking about you around Yamada fairly often every chance she got-

Wait a goddamn minute. Yamada called you hon.

Your face heated up almost immediately at the thought. He gave everyone nicknames (except you), usually based on their quirk or their hero name or something like that, but he never called anyone hon. Not honey, not darling, not sweetie, not any of that. Hell, the most he would call Eraserhead was ‘Zawa, and they’d known each other since their schooling days. You’d only ever called each other by your last names, sometimes a similar abbreviation of them, but you’d never dared to go further.

It couldn’t mean anything, you told yourself. It was just a slip of the tongue-

“I’m back, sugar! You ready?” You choked at his voice. Uh. Not a slip of the tongue, then?? “Alright, I’m gonna touch your feet, now. Is that okay?”

“Uhm. Yes.” You coughed. “But you really don’t have to, I mean it- ugh…” 

You fell short of words as he put his hands on your right foot, kneading into the sole. The deep ache was still there, but it felt a whole world better than it had just a split second ago, and your senses were only heightened by it being him touching you, caring for you.

“Is this alright?” He asked, and if your eyes weren’t closed, you’d probably see that shit-eating grin he always wore when he teased you, even if his voice was gentle and warm at the moment. You melted into the couch.

“You could say that, yeah…” He hummed in reply. You could feel him moving to sit on the opposite arm of the couch, putting your foot in his lap as he worked. After a while, you let yourself sigh and feed into it. The lesser part of you imagined for a second that he was your partner and doing this because he loved you, not just because he wanted to. You usually whisked away thoughts like those almost as a reflex when you were around him, but for once, you let yourself bask in it.

After a while, Yamada set your feet down on the cushions and moved to your side. You didn’t realize he was done until you felt him kneel by your head. “Does that feel any better?”

You opened your eyes, glancing briefly at him before moving your feet. There was still an ache that would only pass with time, but…”It feels amazing. Thank you.” 

You tried to stand, but once you were on your feet, you nearly toppled over at the strange feeling that came from the foot rub. He was quick to catch you, and kept an arm wrapped around your waist as he led you to the stairs, even after you’d regained your bearings. “Just take it easy tonight, okay? And maybe ditch those heels. I think they’re causing more pain than they’re worth.” 

A heaviness came over your chest as you tried to turn back to the living room. “Oh, my heels-” 

“I’ll bring them up later. You just need to lay down, hon.” 

You let yourself lean into him as he led you up to your room and into your bed, sitting at the edge for a moment to put his hand on your cheek. You swallowed, but didn’t shy away. “I’ll go get your heels. But really, you should ditch those shoes. I mean, they look really good on you, but so do those black boots you wore last week.” 

The familiar heat returned to your face. “Well, uhm, I can’t really wear those to meetings…”

“I’m sure you’d look gorgeous in flats, then. Or any other shoes. You’re just gorgeous.,” He smiled, then standing as if he hadn’t just said something you’d only dreamed about ever since meeting him. “I’ll go get those heels, hon.” 

You blinked as the door shut behind him. Okay, maybe you’d allow yourself one more domestic fantasy with Yamada while you waited for him to come back. 

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#hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada x reader #present mic #present mic x reader #yamada hizashi x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #reader insert #tw: feet #that warning is for jordan #and probably jordan only #but it is a very distressing subject nonetheless

[prismatales]

Autistic S/O: Bakugo and Aizawa

I was asked to do another set of headcanons, but this time with Bakugou and Aizawa (separately)

Once again, if you find something inaccurate about the concept of Autism please let me know.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI:

-The beginning of their relationship was hard at first, not because he didn't understand the concept of autism. It's because he's so fucking loud. The first time he scared them with his yelling made him feel horrible, it took him a lot of effort but he stopped being so loud when they were nearby.

-His friends made fun of him for that and quickly regreted it, if a yelling Bakugou doesn't scare you, a quiet Bakugo definitely will. Imagine his voice being barely audible as he literally growls and threatens to skin you alive.

-If you think Deku having a notebook centered around his S/O is adorable, you're going to love this explosive gremlin. The moment his S/O mentioned their Autism he pulled an all-nighter doing research about the whole concept, he felt exhausted the next day but it was worth it. 

-This guy's a great cook and prepares his own food, he won't hesitate to make his partner's meals as well, he has their eating habits completely memorized and will make sure their lunch is always prepared according to their preferences. 

-Bakugo will also have their whole routine memorized.

-If his S/O has an habit revolving around biting their nails or pulling their hair he'll talk to them to distract them, eventually he'll find another way to help them stimming, like getting them a stress ball, he may have to get a few of those, cause everytime his friends tease him he'll just throw the ball at them.

-He may not be the best when it comes to comfort, but when it comes to comforting his S/O during a meltdown he'll try his best to talk softly to them and help them.

-Deku will pretty much terrify you if you insult his partner, Bakugo will straight up murder you. DO NOT, under any circumstance, bother his S/O about their autism, and if you end up triggering them, you better start praying for your life. 

AIZAWA SHOUTA:

-Part of being a hero consists of helping out civilians during villain attacks, this means he'll know exactly how to help out his S/O during a meltdown. He'll even know they're starting to have one before they realize themselves.

-This guy's diet consists mostly of protein pouches, but heavens forbid he won't make sure his S/O always has plenty of whatever their preferred meals at home. 

-Aizawa's home barely has the basic furniture, most of the time he only goes to sleep and that's it, when him and his partner move in together the first thing their S/O did was decorate the place his home became like their personal safe heaven, Aizawa didn't mind, seeing the way it made them happy was enough for him.

-Sharing a sleeping bag with his partner would be one of Aizawa's guilty pleasures, but if they can't stand the close enviroment he won't even complain, though he may end up sulking for a few days.

-Let's suppose his S/O also works at U.A. but they work in the administrative zone, the both made it a routine to spend his free periods together.

-Poor Hizashi has ended up getting his mouth shut by his best friend's scarf more than once for yelling when his partner's around.

-Aizawa won't hesitate to tie you up and leave you hanging from a light post if you dare harass or trigger his S/O on purpose.

-Dates are not something that happens often with Aizawa, he would rather stay home and relax, if his S/O is not fund of crowds this would be their usual way to pass the time, relaxing at home all by themselves. But if his S/O actually wants to go out it's usually them who has to plan the date, he'll just follow their lead.

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha hc #bnha hc #bakugou katsuki headcanons #Shota Aizawa headcanons #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou imagine #shouta aizawa #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Not a Joke

In a way, this is kind of a self-indulgent thing. That and there seems to be a serious lack of chubby reader here. That or I just can’t seem to find many. Some angst with a fluff end. Mild swearing.

Also, happy birthday to my favorite loud man! God, I love him 

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The joke has been around for a while. Having hopes up twice was normal, but after the fifth time, it became tiring. Who knew so many people kept getting dared to date me, then just stand me up if I say yes. That’s why now, I’m not taking a certain teacher here seriously. How many times has he proclaimed it over his radio show, and in the school? I don’t know who dared him to, but it must be something drastic if he loses since recently he’s been more persistent. Either that, or he’s losing his patience over the last month. I’m losing my patience myself. I’m tired of this game of “love confession”. 

What makes it worse is I overheard one or two students saying how they’ve been writing fanfics of the drama between the Art teacher and English teacher. A few others piping up how they ship it, and teaming up to try making it real. Much to their displeasure, the attempts never helped. Shouta was surprisingly amused by the events. It might be from the distress his best friend ends up in. He knows what guys have done and has actually hurt more than one man who faked in dating me. He’s like a big brother. 

I’m resting in Shouta's classroom after coming in and helping the students. That and he doesn't mind me coming in to help them stay under control. They left as soon as the bell rang. 

It didn't take long for the door to slam open and in trot Hizashi. "Great to see ya again, Songbird!" Again with the nicknames. The painful twinge in my chest came back. 

Please, just stop this already. I can't get my hopes up again. It hurts. His loud entrance woke up Shouta. He realized who it was, rolled his eyes, and laid back down, almost immediately falling back asleep. Damn it Shouta! Wake up and help me! I went to wake him, but a certain someone lunging onto my back prevented it. The force almost knocked me over. It doesn’t help he somehow made himself wrap his legs and arms around me tightly. 

I hate myself more for the yearning that screamed through me that liked it and didn’t want him to let go. It felt so nice to finally have some kind of contact. I knew he had to get off before I caved. All it took was a harsh pinch to one of his arms that made him let go and fall to the floor with a comical “thump”. He quickly brushed it off and stood up. “Extra feisty today, eh Songbird?” 

Well yeah, he hasn’t done that before. Sure a frequent arm slung around my shoulders or the rare “friendly” arm lock as we walked somewhere. My body screams and begs for more contact every time. I quickly grew disgusted by myself for this craving. I look over to see Shouta was awake with one eye open. There was slight amusement in it. I glared at him as he did nothing to help. Hizashi was still looking at me in a rather loving way. When did this guy have time for acting!? “I don’t know how you do it Songbird, but you’re getting more beautiful by the day!” (Why did writing this low-key make me cringe?) I rolled my eyes at the cheesy line. He tried to loop his arm around my right, but I moved to the side just in time for him to miss. Disappointment covered his face. He quickly went back to smiling and talked a bit to Shouta and me before leaving. 

Shouta had only one of his eyes open again. “When are you two going to get together? I’m rather tired of dealing with the two of you being the talk amongst the class.” 

I shook my head. “You know it’s not going to happen. I just… can’t Shouta. I’ve had my hopes up so many times only to be crushed time and time again.” 

“Give him a chance. He seems serious about it.” Just imagining it made icy claws dig through my chest. Yet, there was also a burning desire flowing through making it a war of fire and ice in my own body.  “No. I’m sorry, I just can’t take it again.” I refused to look at him. He sat up a bit, and his steely gaze pierced through me. “There will always be heartbreak in life. You can’t let that be the thing that stops you. You just have to keep going until you find the right one.” 

I looked at him bewildered. “Since when were you the one wise with romance?” He shrugged. “I’m not.” He then went back to sleep. Looking at the clock, the students will be released from lunch soon. 

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A few days later, it was noticeable he was trying less than before. The yearning for his touch returned. I was feeling conflicted about it. Even the kids were less adamant about it. Walking back to my classroom, I heard a conversation between Yagi and Hizashi. 

“I’m getting tired of it! My precious Songbird has been denying me the whole time!”

“Maybe get them to visit your home? They could be scared to admit it in public?” He sounded rather unsure himself, and maybe even slightly uncomfortable. “I’ve TRIED that! Hugging them in a room alone, confessing multiple times, and so on! I just don’t get why they’re so afraid of it!” 

“It could be something with others dared to date them? I’ve heard it’s happened a lot more than once.” 

“WHAT!?” Hizashi screeched. I decided to barge into their conversation before Yagi slips other things. “You guys okay? I heard Hizashi yell.” Hizashi looked like he was unsure whether to be sad or frustrated. It was rather hard to tell with his glasses. “Songbird! So good to see ya again!” 

“We just talked yesterday…”

“That’s too long dear!” He went to hug me again but stopped himself. Yagi noped himself out of the odd feeling rising between the two of us. I wanted to escape the uneasy feeling as well and started on my way to class. I was stopped by a gentle grip on my wrist. "Songbird? This may be a little sudden, but would ya like to visit my home on Sunday? Ya can even bring someone if that's better!" He sounded like he was hopeful, and my guess it was to not bring someone. 

I thought about it. He wouldn't try anything too serious, would he? He hasn't really been forceful in any way. After another moment of deciding, I nodded. His face went into one of the biggest smiles I've seen since knowing him. “Great! See ya in the afternoon!” He cheerfully ran off. 

It didn’t take long for the others to know with the smiles on their faces. Hell, even Shouta had a smirk on his face when I visited him. “L/N-sensei! Are you finally together with Yamada-sensei yet?” Ashido asked when it was only her and a few others in my Art class.  

I wag my finger at her. “Now, now Ashido! That’s a private matter!” My teasing tone made her giggle. “All of you go and have some fun. Staying young doesn’t last forever!” The girls nodded and left. All the guys booked it as soon as the bell rang. Well, except Midoriya. He wants to be able to draw better for easier study of quirks. That child is dangerously smart when it comes to learning quirks. 

I closed and locked my classroom while letting the thought of visiting Hizashi the day after tomorrow fill my head. It was worrisome, but there’s also a small part of me that’s excited. 

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I didn’t even have to knock on the door for Hizashi to excitedly open it. He was in rather casual clothes of a black tank top and light green shorts. It’s so odd to see him not in his hero outfit. Same thing for his hair being fully down. He greeted me with a quick hug. He brought me into the living room to sit on the couch. He plopped down next to me and seemed to be concerned whether or not to move closer. Now that he doesn’t have those glasses, it’s easy to tell his eyes show a more saddened glint. 

To say it seemed awkward between us was an understatement. We sat in silence and the silence brought conflict in my mind. I was starting to regret coming over. “Songbird? Would ya mind if I asked something a little personal?” I’ve never seen him try to be so cautious about a conversation. 

“Sure?” It came out more like a question. “Why do ya keep pushin’ me away? It always seems like you’re afraid to love.” 

I looked away. “Because I am. I can’t love. I refuse to, no matter the craving for it.”

His frown deepened like he knew, but hoped he was wrong. He must have dragged more out of Yagi. That means he must know, but he still has the gall to ask me about it!? 

“It can’t always be that way. Why are you so scared of it? I just want-”

“Because it’s always a fucking trick! Nothing but a joke! Always bringing my hopes up, only to be broken down just because of how I look! Always telling me maybe if I was thinner that maybe it would work out!” I glare at him. “I’m done. Whether or not it’s real, I’m no longer taking a chance!” 

He slowly got closer. “They don’t know what they’re missin’ then.” I put a hand on his chest to prevent him moving any closer to me. “That’s what they always say! They always say they’ll stay! They always ask what they can do to make me trust them, then they turn around the next day and say it won’t work out!” 

“They don’t deserve someone like ya then. A person should be loved for how that person is, not for their look! I don’t care how many times I’ll have to tell ya, I love you, and no one has dared me to bring your heart pain,” He didn’t move his body closer, but he did bring his hands up to cradle the sides of my face. It brought such a warm feeling to my chest I felt like crying. “I don’t care how cheesy it is either, you mean everything to me, Songbird. I can’t handle being without ya. Please, at least give this loud man a chance.” 

I cried. It quickly turned to an almost sobbing sound. He was so genuine it was hard not to believe. I hugged him tightly. It didn’t even take the blink of an eye for him to return it. “Shh little Songbird. Take all the time ya need. I’m not going anywhere.”  

#present mic #x chubby reader #x reader #bnha #mha #hizashi yamada

[aizawasbedtimestories]

Friends

Just the little comfort one-shot I did lately. Contains topics of self-worth issues and friendship fears fyi.

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Sitting on the couch, alone, you hadn't noticed the sun go down. You must have been staring outside the window for what felt like hours now, but the worry and anxiety never ceased. It wasn't helping that you were alone in the small apartment, no one to talk to, and no one that cared enough to reply to your messages either. It was just you and the intricate feeling of 'just having to deal with it alone'.

Sighing, you took a sip of your tea. You kept the cup close; after all, it was what little warmth you could have. Tears, if there had been any which you didn't notice, had long dried out, and you were simply left with yourself. It wasn't that you didn't like being by yourself. You did a lot more on your own than you went outside and met friends to do things with them. But some days, you wished you wouldn't have to stand your thoughts alone.

The sound of the entrance door opening behind you in the hallway was what finally tore you out of your misery. Quickly you set down the cup of tea, wiping your cheeks and sniffling your nose to hide the self-pity you had gone through. A look at your phone revealed the time, but no new messages. Dutiful, you denied that this hurt you even more. It was just in your head, after all. Turning around towards the entrance, you had to blink a few times as the light got turned on, shining into the living area.

"Shouta, you're early," you noted as your boyfriend came home, gaining an agreeing hum from him in return. "I got mistakenly scheduled for someone else's shift and told them I will go home then."

"Oh, that sucks… But welcome home again!" Stretching out your neck, you let him give you a quick kiss that lingered too little for your taste. But the moment he pulled away, you noticed him smacking his lips, grumbling. "Did you cry?" he asked, and your breath halted as you felt busted. "Maybe a little… how would you know?"

"Your lips taste salty."

"Oh. My bad."

 "What happened?" he asked, worry swinging in his voice while he relocated your bum further down the couch to sit next to the armrest. "Nothing really," you replied curtly, playing with your phone in your hand before setting it down to give your tea another sip. "Just a lot to think about." Your explanation didn't help much to explain your overall situation to him, but as always, he took it, gladly accepting the tea you offered to him from your hands instead.

"You don't have to talk about it…" he mumbled, letting the warm beverage sink in. "But I'm listening anyway."

Chuckling about his kind insisting, you gave him a thankful look before setting down your head on his shoulder, linking your arm with his. "Are you… okay with your relationship with your friends? Do you have any insecurities about it, or want to change it?"

You could feel his deep breath, more than you heard it before he let out a contemplating hum. "I guess so. Hizashi's been awfully loud lately, but I can't remember when he wasn't, so it's fine." Giving you a cheeky side-smile, you chuckled about it with him, remembering the ever so booming voice of Shouta's long-time friend. Fondly, as you had to admit.

"I'm glad… I think I have some trouble with my friends lately."

Sighing, you shook your head, pointing at your temple with your free hand, giving it some pokes. "Doesn't matter, it's all inside here." You didn't see your boyfriend nod as you cuddled into his arm more, unwilling to let go. It wasn't cold inside the apartment, but he had a more comforting warmth to him than your tea or a blanket would.

"Did you tell them about your troubles with them?" he asked, allowing you to slip under his arm to hold on to his torso instead. Placing his arm over your back, you felt held by him, his hand brushing over your side before steadying at your hip. "No… not yet. I will, but it feels wrong now."

"That's okay," he mumbled, sipping at the cup of tea. You were glad he enjoyed it, waving off as he offered it back to you. "I just can't help but wonder if they care about me. They say they do, when I ask them, but it's the little things. The 'hello' and 'goodbye' and 'how are you', you know what I mean? I want to feel that they care without having to point it out to them because that makes it feel like they don't."

Shouta didn't say much as the words fell out from your worried mind and open lips. He knew that some things just needed to be said in a way you felt comfortable about. Not that he was going to judge you for it, but he kept his two cents for the end of your little 'rant'.

"And then I wonder if I'm good enough… If my pieces of advice are enough, if me being there for them is enough... if they trust me enough. But I feel like the answer is no to all of that, and that hurts."

You took a deep breath, blinking the tears that threatened to rise in your eyes away, and pinching your nose as it started to burn. "I want them to be comfortable around me, I really do! But I keep thinking I am just one of many to them, and they just tolerate me for the sake of, maybe, how long we've been friends or what we've gone through together…"

He held you a little tighter as you began to shake in his embrace, feeling overwhelming you. "I don't feel like they care half-as-much as I care about them, and are always too busy to react to my problems or worries. Perhaps they do still genuinely like me, but I just don't feel loved by them anymore... And I don't know what to do…"

"Are you sure you don't know what to do?" Shouta asked, setting down the cup to fetch you some tissues. Thankful and sniffling, you took them from him, patting away the tears and making sure your nose wasn't running. "No…" you admitted, letting out a long breath. "I know I have to talk with them."

You felt his hand drive down your body reassuringly, leaving you to figure out your thoughts while he held you close and safe. Of course, you knew the right way of action, even if you struggled with it. "But what if they get mad about me assuming things?" you asked, looking up at him, searching for more of his reassurance. "Then, maybe, they are as unsure as you are. Perhaps it will be good for your future relationship to them if both of you can talk your worries off your shoulders. And if they don't give you the chance to talk about yourself, sometimes you have to make your own presence known and put a foot down."

Shouta brought his free hand up to wipe away some of the tears in your eyes, cupping your cheek. Gladly, you laid your head into his hand, letting yourself be spoiled with his affection. Even though he probably had imagined his day to end differently than how it was now, he made no effort to get out of this situation, genuinely wanting to listen and help you. There would have been no words to describe how thankful you were for his time and patience, even though you knew that your self-worth issues weren't pretty for him too.

"But if you don't talk to them, you'll most likely regret it. And who knows, you guys might grow a distance from each other because they feel something is wrong, but you never want to talk to them about it. Everything's possible."

"Thanks," you croaked. "How encouraging." You said it in a joking tone of voice, but you knew he was right. If nothing happened, who knew, you might explode on them someday, and then you'd really mess it up. Shouta huffed in jest, pinching your cheek. "If you don't try, you can't succeed," he reminded you, and you had to chuckle. "Did you tell yourself that when you asked me out for the first time?" you teased him, and he sighed, a flustered glare escaping him.

"That was something completely different."

"Of course~"

Silent fell over you two as you snuggled closer, letting him press you tighter against him too. For a little while, you closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, and continuously breathing. "I just don't want to be an annoyance…" you admitted, insecure about the whole thing still.

"If they think you're annoying, maybe they are not the friends you thought them to be. Because if they are indeed the friends, you value so much, they will want to listen and to help you. They wouldn't want to hurt you. Do you trust them that they want to be your friend?"

Blinking, you looked up at him, nodding slowly. "Then I am pretty sure they will listen and be glad you spoke to them about it. If you think of them as friends in such high-regards, they'll definitely stick with you through this no matter what."

"Okay," you whispered, letting his words sink in. There was always the possibility that things would go wrong, but you wanted to believe him when he assured you like this. Truth be told, you knew your friends would always be your friends. They weren't just acquaintances, they've been with you for years and through many hardships. Surely, they wouldn't just have stopped liking you. After all, they've known you and your insecurities for a while now. All you had to do was step out of the very same vulnerability now and take a step forward.

"I'll let them know… but can I do it tomorrow? I guess it's gotten really late…"

"That's fine," he agreed, patting your back.

"Are you home tomorrow? Can you check my messages before I sent them? I don't think I can call them…"

"Sure, if you want me to."

Looking up at him, you took a deep breath, groaning lightly as you hugged him tightly before moving away from him. "Thanks, Shouta." Putting on a brave smile, you intertwined your fingers with his, his hand giving yours a soft squeeze. "Anytime, Kitten."

"I love you very much."

"I love you more," he chuckled, the corners of his mouth curling upwards.

 "Even with all my stupid insecurities in my head?"

"Nothing about you would change my mind," he revealed, pulling you close again by your hand. "And I am sure your friends think the same as I do."

"I sure hope…" you sighed, getting cut off by his lips before you could continue overthinking it.

"They do, I am sure. Believe me, and trust them a little more, will you?" he said firmly, and you nodded. It was a good mindset he tried to plant into your head, and you didn't want to waste his effort.

"I will."

#aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha scenarios #BNHA Headcanons #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #bnha writing blog #mha #my hero academia #x reader #aizawa x s/o #aizawa bnha

[aurorabora666]

A New Start

I’m switching it up and using my bnha oc for some angst! I have another angsty fanfic planned as well, but i’ll jot it down and upload it tomorrow :) without further ado, enjoy <3 

Author note: I meant for this to be angsty but it didn’t come out that way at all, maybe a little in the beginning :’) oh well. Hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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Her anxiety had been building as her “first” day of school drew nearer. With those anxieties came nightmares, becoming progressively worse as the number of days until she would become an official student at UA became less. She had heard stories of the students who would be in her class- Jirou, Mina, Momo, and most of all Kirishima being the ones that interested her the most. Still, going to a renowned hero school was intimidating, especially when her quirk tended to drive people away. On the plus side, both of her adoptive dads worked there and would have close eyes on her in case she needed anything.

She sat up with a jolt, shaking from yet another nightmare. Letting out a mix between a sigh and an irritated huff, she checked her phone.

7:45, huh? Well...there’s no use in going back to sleep now...

Shouta and Hizashi were already awake and ready to go, with Mic placing her breakfast on the table for when she was ready. She took her uniform and tried it on, glancing at herself in the mirror. She spun, checking how she looked and then took the top off, grabbing a nearby craft knife and cutting two slits in the back so that her wings could easily retract.

Much better...

After redressing and grabbing her bag (which she had took upon herself to decorate the day before with patches and pins of colors and bands she liked), she took a deep breath and shyly headed out to the kitchen, sitting and making quick work of her breakfast.

“Ready to go kiddo?” she looked up at the blonde, holding back laughter at his absolutely ridiculous hairstyle. She had seen it before at the adoption agency, but still couldn’t believe he wore it like that in public (much less the fact that his hair gel could even hold it like that). Feeling some of her worries melt away, she gave a small smile and nodded as she rinsed off her plate and placed it in the dishwasher.

“As ready as i’ll ever be...”

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The walk to the school had been peaceful. They didn’t talk a lot but she found comfort in the silence as they arrived at their destination. Once inside they stopped, and mic turned to her.

“Homeroom is first, so you’re gonna go with Sho. My classroom is just down the hall, so come find either one of us if you need anything, okay? I love ya kiddo.” He smiled and gave her a quick hug, as well as giving Aizawa a kiss before parting ways. He stopped in front of class 1a’s door, looking to her to check once again if she was okay and ready to go in. After a deep breath and a nod, he opened the door and headed in with her following closely behind him.

“Alright class, settle down. Today we have a new student i’d like you all to meet- my daughter, Ryoko Kaida. If i catch any of you being rude to her you’re getting expelled. Ry,” He turned and got comfortable inside his signature yellow sleeping bag before continuing “You sit behind Kirishima, the one with the red spiky hair.”

She looked around, eyes falling on the redhead with sharp teeth giving her a friendly wave.

Huh...so this was Kirishima...

Snapping out of her thoughts she nervously approached the oddly placed seat, a spare desk and chair had been wedged in, causing the second row to be uneven. She sat and placed her bag down, and Kirishima turned to face her.

“Hey! I’m Kirishima, nice to meet ya Kaida!”

“Um... you can just call me Ry-” before she could finish, a spiky blonde approached her desk and slammed his hands down. This must be-

“Yeah yeah whatever. I’m Ba-”

“Bakugou Katsuki, I know. I’ve heard about you. The arrogant asshole with an explosive quirk and a bad attitude. To me, you seem like nothing but a nuisance to the whole class. I can’t imagine what having to hear you boast about a victory you haven’t even achieved yet must feel like. Now if you don’t mind, you interrupted.” From the look on his face alone she instantly regretted telling him off.

What the hell? Who does this new girl think she is? Like hell he was gonna just let her tell him off like that.

“Excuse me?! Who the fuck do you think you are, big shot?!” his hands crackled, signifying an explosion getting ready. Aizawa rolled his eyes, activating his quirk on Bakugou.

“That’s enough. Get to your seat.” 

She could already tell it was gonna be a wild time in class 1a.

#bnha #bnha oc

[demyrie]

Prompt: All Might is deaged to his prime at about 30. Aizawa doesn’t need this reminder of his sexual awakening. All Might is intrigued by the scruffy looking teacher that’s avoiding/ignoring him. (YES I WANT SEXY TIMES BRING IT ON)

Thanks honeybun!! I didn’t make it to sexy times but HERE’S TO THE NEW YEAR!! Thank you for hanging out with me guys!! Your comments and excitement give me life, and also y’all are funny and cute and I’m super grateful to be in this cuddly old man fandom

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Red (Prompt: De-aged All Might and hopelessly crushing Aizawa who is NOT DOING THIS THANK YOU)

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An unfortunate fact: Aizawa Shoutablushed a lot when he was a kid.

Correction, he blushed a shit-ton andit was somehow naturally wired into his body as a defense mechanism.He was awkward to a fault, especially into his teens at UA, andanything he cared about elicited the same whiplash of reaction: thewanting and the fear of wanting, which hardened to a protectivescorn. The worst part was, even as he had erected a vast andwell-oiled mental mechanism to shutter his feeble nerves and be thepicture of standoffish arrogance in the face of slander and bullying,Aizawa’s body reliably sent gallons of blood rushing to his cheeksand the end result just made him look stupid.

And mostly, that’s what it was: lookingstupid. He got over it.

As his will to demonstrate how verylittle he cared ebbed with the passing years, and in keeping with thelimited fucks he had at his disposal once he started teaching, by thetime it was the winter of his Xth year at UA, homeroom teacher to1-A, Aizawa hadn’t blushed in years. Then he did.

And as with most things, it would havebeen unpleasant but normal and completely non-world-ending if Hizashihadn’t been nearby when it happened.

“So!”

“So,” Aizawa repeated tiredly,keeping his eyes on the sidewalk in front of him, as he walked. Asthey walked, he corrected himself, like he needed to. It was agrand effort to ignore his very peculiar companion, whom he wasleading around backstreets of the neighborhood to avoid being spottedby a passerby and unleashing pandemonium.

No one could see what had happened.That was Nedzu’s strict order and Aizawa never betrayed the Principalfor a variety of reasons, the predominant one being that their rodentoverlord was right 99.9% of the time. The homeroom teacher comfortedhimself that the media would be busy enough with the scene they leftbehind downtown, and so plunged deeper into the old-fashioned maze ofalleyways that made up the residential area around UA.

The two men walked mostly in silence,their booted feet crunching through the flakey, brittle layer of snowalready coating the street as the white tidbits tumbled down fasterand faster from the flat grey sky. Maybe it was his imagination, butAizawa swore he could feel shockwaves from every step of the manbehind him. It was as if the very snow moved differently as it fellaround him, giving him a wide berth or just melting in thesupernatural heat radiating from his herculean body.

It wasn’t usual, to get to see thepowerful, illustrious All Might moving at anything less than lightspeed. It was even odder to see him outshining the very snow in hisphysical prime, a fresh-faced and relentlessly grinning late-twentiesmountain of muscle pacing behind a haggard-looking man dressed inblack and trying very, very hard to politely get his attention.

“So, we don’t know each other,” AllMight ventured at length, timid but maybe the third iteration of thequestion since they started their trek. Aizawa told himself to beunderstanding – Yagi’s mind was likely in disarray after the attackand the man already behaved like a needy canine on the best days, sothis nagging made an unpleasant kind of sense – and closed hisburning eyes, too tired to roll them.

“Not really,” he murmured, too lowto hear. Behind him, All Might made a perplexed noise, and Aizawacould almost see him put a hand to his clean-shaven, perfectlychiseled chin. But he wasn’t going to look, no. Under nocircumstances.

“I could swear I do. Know you, thatis, although I don’t know from where. It’s odd, this whole … thing.Peculiar. I swear just yesterday I was in the country…” Thehorrendously young hero trailed off, then cleared his throat. “IsYakushima still, um, there?”

“Yakushima still stands. This isn’tsome apocalyptic future.”

“Oh, good,”All Might said with a gusty sigh, then prodded a little further asthey scaled a narrow staircase, his deep voice pleasant and oh-socharming. “Have you ever been to see the Yakushima cedars? They’requite beautiful in the winter, covered in snow. Just like now.”

“You were hit with a de-aging Quirkwith a memory component,” Aizawa continued in low, grinding tones,like he hadn’t heard. “That’s as much as we know until we cancontain the attacker. The experts Nedzu spoke to said it wouldprobably be a day a year until you’re back to normal.”

“Oh! That’s hardly anything!” theyoung hero exclaimed with relish, then his voice dropped. “I think.H-how old am I? Now? If I could ask?”

“No idea,” Aizawa said honestly,huddling down deeper into the coils of his capture weapon as theyturned the corner, pausing to scan for civilians. “My guess is thevillain intended to revert you to a child-like form in order tooverpower you, but their attack didn’t fully land.”

“Thanks to you, I’m told!”

“Mm,” he said, disinterested. Hefelt the energy of the man behind him finally, finally flag. He senta small, bitter prayer up to a god he didn’t really believe in.

And that was all, for a while, becauseit had to be. Aizawa walked a little faster, less concerned withreaching their destination than putting a little more distancebetween himself and the stupidly beautiful, perfect specimen of a manfollowing him with unflinching trust and far too many personalquestions.

This was not a good situation forAizawa. At all.

This was actually much more thanleading a (technically injured) ally away from the scene of a battleand into safe custody, because Aizawa really, really didn’t need theholy grail of protective masculinity and his violent gay awakeningincarnate standing there and making curious, flirtatious eyes at himevery time they stopped for a cross-walk signal. Especially when heand the actual Yagi, the troublesome scarecrow of a man he had toldnot to go running off to a random PIN notification from downtown whenthere were a whole squad of responders available to deal with it,were barely on speaking terms.

Yagi had not listened and Aizawa hadbeen forced to follow and deal with the aftermath. All Might, now atwenty-something demi-god, was also the only one of the bunch fromthe melee who had escaped the particular villain’s Quirk with theirlanguage skills intact, so Aizawa mollified himself that he wasn’tcarrying an eerily grinning toddler back to UA. Although, with asbaffled and helpless as young, amnesiac All Might currently was, itwasn’t hard to imagine.

“You look cold,” the idiotcommented as they passed another open restaurant door and Aizawainstinctively paused a minute by the heat streaming out. Pricked, thehomeroom teacher kept moving.

“I’m not,” Aizawa lied, even as hisstiff fingers were shoved in his armpits. He had run out without ajacket to respond to the situation at Nedzu’s request and the fastestway to travel was via his capture weapon, which left him wind-raw andchilled to his bones in this weather. He was fucking miserable andhad been for half an hour.

“You should walk closer to me. Idon’t mind,” All Might added earnestly, giving a short, sunny laughand, god forbid, walking a little faster. Drawing a little closer, tomake his point. “People tell me I’m like a portable heater! It’s areal help in mountain rescues. Do you go to the mountains at all?”

Rather than simply refusing him like anadult male, or telling him off like he would one of his kids, Aizawahissed at All Might.

He did. He hissed, like a corneredanimal. It started as a snort but then his teeth just locked in thecold and he hissed and just kept walking, and that’s when the pricklestarted in his cheeks. Spreading. Reddening. Engulfing.

“Did you just …” All Mightuttered faintly, stunned.

Aizawa was almost running now, like anidiot, although the hero’s long, liquid strides hardly registered thedifference in pace.

“Hurry up,” he grit out, nearlyrunning blind for all the snow clotting his eyelashes. “We’realmost to the meeting point.”

“If you’re willing to be carried for a second, I could, ah, jump us there –”

“I said, move. With yourfeet.”

God, what was he even fucking saying?

When they arrived in the designatedcourtyard, All Might’s famous persistence made one last appearance,apparently just for reputation’s sake. As Aizawa took shelterunderneath an awning, trying not to shiver too obviously as theywaited for their UA contact to meet them, All Might came to a haltbeside him. It was a respectable distance, he would grant the manthat, but Aizawa made the mistake of reflexively glancing up: meetinghis eyes, All Might grinned down at him as if from out of a magazinespread fifteen years ago, golden and handsome and utterly,breathtakingly shy.

For that moment, he was fourteen again,trying to parse the hot, squirming sensation rising in his belly ashe looked at a luxurious full-page magazine spread of a recliningshirtless hero who, logically, should have just inspired his heroicvalues. Aizawa gulped, one breath away from panicking.

“I really appreciate you helping mein that fight, even if I can’t remember it. It’s been quite a day,but I wanted to say … thank you.”

“Yeah,” he said, just to stop him,but it didn’t work.

“And just because we don’t know eachother doesn’t mean we … ah, can’t,” All Might said quietly, oneenormous hand to his neck. His breath plumed out of his chappedmouth, somehow majestic, and Aizawa’s poor frozen body shook just imagining howdeliciously warm his lips would be. “I don’t really know where Iam, or what’s going on, but … I know that I’d like to see youagain. Is that … okay?”

His brain, Aizawa’s entire fuckingbrain, had to reboot. If he wasn’t bright, scalding red before, hewas now, and he was also not doing this.

“If you’re at UA for now, I’ll bearound,” Aizawa muttered once he unstuck his throat, staying firmlybehind the curtain of his snow-crusted hair so this young paragon ofsex appeal couldn’t see his miserable flush. Suffering, dying withravenous resurrected teenaged lust, he added mentally, everytime you turn the corner.

He would most certainly be taking hisfive years of stored-up vacation days this week, and every week afteruntil Yagi, scarecrow Yagi, was back and no longer quite the assaulton his libido. He wasn’t bad, but mostly he wasn’t this. Thiswas awful.

The two heroes stood silently togetherunder the awning and, to all extents, that was it. Aizawa had madeit: he’d managed it and pulled it off, not giving his surrealchildhood crush the barest of hints that such a violent attractioneven existed, boiling underneath his skin. He could even blame anyredness on the snow.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s the news,dudes? Nedzu said we’ve got a situation on our paws, here!”

Enter: Yamada “Present Fuckhead Mic”Hizashi, perpetual fretter, professional life-ruiner,somehow-still-best-friend.

“Ahhh! Shouta what the hell, did youforget your hat again? It’s snowing!”

It was half situational anxiety andhalf muscle memory that Aizawa stiffened on the spot as Hizashi ranup to them, already scolding him about his winter wear or lackthereof. After a bit of digging in his saddle bag, his best friendunearthed a hat and immediately shoved it on his head. In winter,Hizashi always carried a hat for the very rare circumstance that itwas cold enough to merit messing up his hair, and possibly becauseShouta never carried one. It was like together, they made onefunctional, fully-dressed adult.

That would have been fine, well withinthe kinds of abuse Aizawa was accustomed to, if his friend hadn’ttugged the hat down over his eyes like a jackass and smashed hisburning cheeks in his hands and just kept going.

“Look at you, you’re all red!Christmas red! Yannoe, I keep telling you but with your blood type,you really shouldn’t –“

He growled, tried to shove him off, butthen his best friend’s eyes focused like lime-green scanners,dangerously sharp behind his glasses and for just a second Aizawaremembered that he wasn’t actually a dumbass.

“Wait just a minute.”

“Hizashi,” he hissed,growl-screamed, little more than a desperate gurgle in his throat.

“Are you blushing? Holy smokes,you’re blushing!” he crowed, letting him to only to punch him onthe arm and grin in his face. “You never blush! You see someonecute on the way back, or what? You cruisin’ on the job, yascalliwag?”

“Fucking – Hi-za-shi!”

It was only then, with Aizawaphysically paralyzed by the sheer amount of blood in his face andstaring knives through the so-called hero, that Hizashi actuallyglimpsed beyond the man he’d dedicated his life to humiliating andsaw.

“Oh my god,” Hizashi said, agape.“We do have a situation.”

“It seems we do,” came the chucklefrom behind him.

Steeling himself, blood sitting heavyin his neck and cheeks, Aizawa turned to see the Symbol of Peacestanding tall behind them … looking not at the loud, awfulnewcomer, but square at Aizawa with a knowing glint in his eye and aroguish grin. That kind of look that said someone knew they were hot.Very hot, and it made a kind of sense to Aizawa’s broken,blood-deprived brain: the heat coming off his sculpted, latex-slickedbody was so intense, it felt like spring just standing next to him.

As he watched, All Might reached up andbrushed a fuzzy layer of snow from his stupid hair, making sure togratuitously flex his bicep on the way up and cock his hip like aporn star.

Aizawa gulped audibly. He was utterlyfucked. And that was before Nedzu appointed him as All Might’sofficial nanny for the next two weeks and the de-aging didn’t exactlygo to plan.

#rikkamaru #erasermight #all might #aizawa shouta #de-aging #prompts #crushes #pining #bnha #boku no hero academia #happy fuckin new year

[myselfinserts]

“Alright, I’m done. No more.”

“You’ve only learned one phrase.”

“And it’s the best phrase. The most important.”

“Learning to say ‘leave me alone, I’m tired’ is not the most important phrase, Shouta.”

Why he ever agreed to try and learn French, Aizawa would never know. Maybe it was because so many people he came across were part French. Maybe it was because he was bored. Or maybe it was because he was tired of trying to figure out what the hell Amaryllis and Aoyama were talking about during breaks so he’d know what they were saying about him.

Yeah, probably just boredom. 

“Learning a new language is tricky,” Amaryllis said. “But I know you can get it. It’ll take practice.”

“I know Japanese and enough English to travel,” Aizawa grumbled. “I don’t need anything else.”

“And yet you asked me to teach you French why?” Amaryllis rolled their eyes. “What if you meet a cat overseas? Animals understand language a lot better than people give them credit for. You really think a cat in France is going to react to you the same as a cat in Japan?”

There was a long, awkward pause before Aizawa let out a sigh of defeat. “Alright. How about one more phrase?”

Amaryllis smiled and handed him some note cards. “I’m going to teach you to ask ‘do you speak-?’ and the responses. It’s relatively simple. And it’ll come in handy.”

“How?”

“Say you get into an incident abroad, or by some crazed chance villains from other parts of the world kidnap you and some people you don’t know. If one of them is speaking French but can also speak other languages, that’ll come in handy. Allow you to plan accordingly based on who can understand you and who can’t.”

“Situations like that are more intimate. And not exactly something we see here often in Japan.”

“Good. Because being in a situation like that is hell.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been in that kind of situation?”

“Once,” Amaryllis said. “It was not long after I...” Their smile faltered for a moment. “It was back when I was first adopted by Wolfsbane. He had been teaching me French, and once, while on a trip to Paris, I got stuck in a hostage situation. Because I was able to learn who spoke what, I was able to adapt. We came up with a plan to get out of there safely. Not a single hostage died that day.”

Wolfsbane? They’ve never mentioned them before. “Was Wolfsbane your mentor?”

“Yeah. He was...he was a good man.”

Aizawa nodded, deciding now was the best time to change the subject. “Okay, so how do I ask someone if they speak Japanese?”

The two of them worked on the phrases for another hour. It was a lot easier to learn when imagining talking to cats. When Amaryllis was done putting the books away, they went over to kitchen and began making dinner. They still had a long night ahead of grading papers. Amaryllis began to sing, with Meatloaf in the corner providing a strange yet steady beat with her purring.

“Here's forty shillings on the drum To those who volunteer to come, To 'list and fight the foe today Over the Hills and far away.”

“What’s that song?” Aizawa asked.

Amaryllis burst into laughter “Over the Hills and far away. Someone...Someone very special to me used to sing it at crime scenes. Said it’d help people remember him. He was a real riot, but I think you’d have liked him. I know he’d have liked you.”

“That so?” Aizawa walked up to them, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Mind teaching it to me?”

“You want to learn it?”

“It’s a song Hizashi doesn’t know and I want to be able to gloat for a week.”

“Perfectly valid reason. I’ll teach you after dinner. We’ll sing it while grading papers.”

When Aizawa came too, he could tell he was missing things. His belt. His scarf. Goggles. All gone. Slowly he sat up, trying to get his bearings. He was in a cell of some kind, in a kind of cell block with other cells. There were no windows. The floor was made of cold cement, but there were beds, or at least what passed for beds, there to keep people from freezing on the ground. His neck throbbed from where the needle had gone in.

He regretted changing out of the upgraded jumpsuit.

Focus, Shouta, he thought. You know your surroundings now. There’s no one else. 

“S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer Si l'on changeait les choses un peu, rien qu'en aimant donner-”

Correction, there’s at least one other person. And they’re singing. “Psst. Hey!”

The singing stopped, and the culprit came over to the barred door of their own cell. They looked rather old. Nearly as old as Recovery Girl. They were dressed in a ratty old suit. It was clear they’d been locked away from the sun for a while. 

And they were speaking rapidly in French that Shouta could barely understand. 

“Thank god for those lessons,” he muttered. “Excusez-moi. Vous pouvez parler moins vite s’il vous plaît ?”

“Oui. Je suis désolé.”

“Ce n'est pas grave. Est-ce que vous savez parler Japonais?”

“Non. Désolé.”

“Parlez-vous Anglais?”

“Yes!” The old man smiled, laughing softly. “That’s my first language. I’ve been speaking French for the last few weeks because these villains can’t speak it.”

“I’m afraid I can’t speak a whole lot,” Aizawa said. “Been learning slowly over the last few months. Still working on it.”

“I can tell. You’re doing good though.” The old man took a quick glance around, making sure they weren’t being listened to. “There’s no cameras or microphones. I’ve checked. Been here a while.”

“I can tell.” Aizawa managed a smile. “Name’s Eraserhead. I’m a pro-hero here in Japan.”

“Is that where I am? Last I checked, I was in Sweden.” The old man let out a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m a support hero. Went by the alias Tired Jack, but you can call me Bedwyr. I’m from Elspie.”

Aizawa’s eyes went wide. “I know a couple of people from there. You ever hear of someone called Amaryllis?”

“Amaryllis? That’s an odd name. Never heard of it.” Bedwyr was shaking a little. “I haven’t been there in almost thirty years. Been bounced around for a long while. I haven’t been able to escape.” He bit back tears. “I want to go home to my son. I don’t care if I ever become a hero again. I don’t care if I lose my legs, my arms, my senses...I just want to hold my son in my arms one more time.”

Aizawa nodded, reaching out a hand to him. “We’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

Bedwyr smiled, reaching out to him. “You get out of here first though. It’ll double our chances if you youngsters escape.”

“There’s more down here?” 

“A girl asleep in the cell next to you. Black and brown hair, purple eyes. Been asleep after trying to attack the people who brought her in here. Really nasty in her tone.”

“Mither. She’s from Elspie. Anyone else?”

“Nah. Just us. I think. Haven’t really seen them bring people before. Always just me. To be honest, it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Though I really wish it were better circumstances.”

“Same here.”

“They bring food and drink twice a day. Always enough to keep from going hungry. The cells have throne so no need to worry about that. It’s just a matter of trying to find an opening and escaping.”

“How long have you been in this place in particular?”

“Eh...about, oh, say eight weeks I think?”

“Alright, I can work with this.” 

Aizawa spoke with Bedwyr for a little longer before the old timer bid him goodnight. As he made himself comfortable on the bed, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on outside. 

You guys better hurry and find us.

#myselfinserts #mybnhaoc

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Broken Masks - Chapter 7: The Interview

*Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25544242/chapters/61981285*

Hizashi tumbled through the door with a pile of bags in his arms and an obnoxiously wide grin that vanished when he failed to find Midoriya in the room. Shouta stretched on the couch and said, “He’s sleeping in the spare room.”

Hizashi groaned, dropping the bags at the door and flinging himself on Shouta. “I wanted to show him what I got him.”

Shouta grunted at the impact but wrapped his arms around his neck to stop Hizashi from tumbling off the couch. When Hizashi tried to sit up, he pulled him down. “Shouta,” he started, “as much as I love when you’re clingy I do need to take my shoes off.”

He didn’t let go and Hizashi was quick to give up. “He thought he was in trouble,” Shouta finally whispered, “He thought because he had helped a villain, against his will, he was going to get punished.”

Hizashi stiffened and pull away to look Shouta in the eye. “H-he thought that?”

Shouta nodded. “I don’t think he believed me when I promised he wouldn’t be.”

“Pour kid.”

“There’s more,” Shouta whispered and sat up, pulling Hizashi along, “I don’t think he meant to tell me, he was pretty out of it after his break down, but he said Takaida forced him to fill out notebooks analyzing people and places. He kept apologizing, saying he didn’t want to, but- but- God, Hizashi, I can’t even imagine what that kid went through. Takaida barely touched me with his quirk and it was awful, I can’t fathom what it would feel like if he used it longer.”

The entire time he talked, Hizashi ran a hand through his hair, listening to him without interruption and when he finally stopped, he said, “It’s okay now. He’s safe, he’s out of that man’s reach and he’s healing. We’ll find his mother, it’ll be okay.”

“I don’t trust the mother,” Shouta rushed out, startling Hizashi, “There’s no way she wouldn’t have noticed something and the way the kids flinches at every noise he makes doesn’t help.”

“Has he spoken about her?”

“Just that she works a lot so she’s never around.”

Hizashi tugged out an old braid at the base of Shouta’s hair and began redoing it. “I think right now, we should focus on the positives. Midoriya is safe, he’s talking, and he’s healing. If you focus too much on the bad, you’re going to go insane.”

“I know,” Shouta groaned, finally letting Hizashi go. The man stood and went back to the door to trade his shoes out for the pile of bags. Tossing the largest at Shouta’s head, Hizashi set the rest on the table and began pulling out food to put away.

Joining him, Shouta glanced into the bag finding a bundle of clothes. “For Midoriya,” Hizashi explained, “The police weren’t able to salvage any of the Midoriya’s belongings so I went out and got the kid some clothes.”

Taking the bag from him, Hizashi pulled a ridiculous orange shirt with the logo of his radio show on it. “That is awful,” Shouta said, taking the shirt, “The other’s better not be like that.”

“Rude,” Hizashi said, lunging for the shirt, “I happen to really like this one. Don’t worry, I bought the kid some hobo clothes too.”

Shouta sighed, “How about some plain clothes that he can wear out?”

“I got some of those too.”

“You’re hopeless,” Shouta sighed.

“Yes, but you love me anyway.”

“True.”

   “Again!” Takaida shouted above him, screaming pain rippled through his shoulder. Izuku took the pencil again and tried to write but his hand shook too hard. Even if he could write, at this point he could barely think through the pain.

Takaida’s grip tightened. “I said,” he growled next to his ear, “again, or do I need to go get your mother?”

“N-no,” Izuku said through gritted teeth, “Don’t hurt her.”

“Then finish what I told you to.”

He forced his hand still just enough for him to write, the words he managed to write were sloppy and barely legible. He was supposed to find a way to slip into a bank with the limited information Takaida gave him, but how was he supposed to? Where was it? Was it in the middle of town, was a hero agency nearby? How many cameras?

The pencil was knocked out of his hands and the paper was yanked away. “What is this trash? I can’t even read it,” Takaida snapped.

“I-I can’t write when you’re hurting me.” He regrets speaking the second the words were out. Takaida’s eyes flashed silver and he threw the paper over his shoulder. Izuku tumbled out of his chair when Takaida lunged for him. He rolled to his feet and tried to judge his next attack, but Izuku’s limps were sore and in pain, they weren’t moving as they should.

Takaida gripped both of Izuku’s hands in a bone-crushing grip. “You think I’m hurting you?” he spat, making Izuku flinch away, “You think you’re in pain now? Let me show you what real pain feels like, you fucking useless trash.” Burning pain seared through every nerve in Izuku’s hands, the pain crawling quickly up his arms to clench at his heart. Izuku wasn’t sure when he started screaming, but knew he wasn’t going to stop until his throat was raw.

  Sitting down to look over the email Nedzu sent him, Shouta took a sip from his fourth cup of coffee that day. His phone rang as he turned on his laptop. He sighed and answered it before he could consider declining it. “Hello?”

“Hi, Eraserhead, I’m sorry but I’m going to need both you and Midoriya to come down to the station.”

“Absolutely not,” Shouta snapped causing Hizashi to glance over to him.

“It’s about his medication.” That calmed Shouta down, for now. “We need to ask him a few things about it, plus we looked through his bag and there were some notebooks that the chief is demanding answers for. I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were going to try to hold off the questioning. It hasn’t even been a whole day since you said that.”

“I tried, okay,” Naomasa said, “I’m guessing you haven’t seen the news, but the media caught wind of this and want answers. If we don’t get ahead of this, others will start digging and they won’t care if he’s a kid.”

Shouta sighed, “I’ll talk to him, but only after he wakes up.”

“Thanks,” Naomasa said and hung up. Shouta tossed his phone to the side, not caring where it landed and buried his face in his hands.

“They want Midoriya’s statement, don’t they?” Hizashi asked and Shouta merely nodded, not looking up as the couch sank next to him. 

“I can’t make him do that, not after what just happened.”

Hizashi draped his arm over Shouta’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”

“You keep saying that.”

“And if I say it enough, it’ll come true.”

Shuffling caught Shouta’s attention and he snapped his head up to see Midoriya standing in the hallway looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He flinched when both sets of eyes settled on him and he went to rubbing his hands, drawing Shouta’s attention to the loose binding and the faint color of red on the edges.

He stood and took Midoriya’s hands looking at the growing stain on his hand. “Can I take care of this?”

Izuku nodded, keeping his head down. “Sorry.”

“You’re okay.” He guided Midoriya into the bathroom and hand him sit on the edge of the tub. He took his time unwinding the bandages. Dead black skin peeled like scales from Midoriya’s hands, the thin layer of pink skin tearing where the dead skin connected. Taking small scissors, Shouta snipped as much of the dead skin off before cleaning the opened wound and wrapping his hand. 

He repeated the motion with the same hand, Midoriya barely twitching even when he accidentally scraped the tip of the scissors across an opened wound. The kid blinked back tears as he watched Shouta work and when he was almost done, he asked, “If I give my statement, will I be sent back to Takaida?”

“Even if you didn’t,” Shouta said, tying off the bandage, “I will never let that man near you again.”

Midoriya nodded and ran a thumb along his wrist. “Will it help others?”

“Probably,” Shouta sighed, “but like I said, you don’t have to say anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’re well being is just as important as others.” 

Midoriya squirmed under his gaze clearly not believing a word he said. “I’ll go,” he said, “just so I can get it over with.”

“Okay,” Shouta said, helping Midoriya stand, “but if at any point you feel uncomfortable you tell me and we’ll go.”

Shouta led Midoriya into the living room where a grinning Hizashi waited, holding the large bag of clothes in front of him.

  Rip the bandaid off. That’s what he kept telling himself, tell the detectives what he knew, and hopefully wouldn’t go to jail for it. You’re a villain. Stop. Raised by a villain. Stop. Claimed for a villain. Stop. Think like a villain. Stop!

Now that he was sitting in front of Detective Naomasa’s desk, not an interrogation room, he wasn’t sure why he agreed to talk. They’re trying to drop your guard. Stop. Make you feel safe. Stop. Get what they want from you. Stop. Make you trust them. I do! He did and at this point, all Izuku wanted was for it to be over. For the pain to stop, for the dreams to stop, for the pitying looks adults gave him to stop. He just wanted it to stop. With Aizawa sitting next to him and Yamada somewhere outside, Izuku felt better than he would if he was alone.

Naomasa came in and shut the door before shuffling to his desk. “Thank you two for coming down,” he said, sitting, “Are you okay with answering a few questions, Midoriya?”

Izuku nodded looking down at his hands, the bandages were stained pink. His hands were still bleeding. He should probably tell someone. No, you shouldn’t. Stop. You don’t deserve their kindness. Stop.

Naomasa nodded and pulled a file from his desk, flicking through it, he asked, “How long have you been taking propranolol?”

“Since I was four.” If Izuku was looking up, he would have seen the shock on both of the adult’s faces, but choose to glare at his hands.

“Did you ever have checkups while taking the medication?”

Izuku nodded. “Every few years when my mom said it wasn’t working anymore.”

“Did you see the same doctor every time.” Again, Izuku nodded.  “Midoriya, this may seem a bit random, but when did your quirk come in?”

Blinking back tears, he said, “The day of my entrance exam. W-what does that have to do with anything?”

“Sorry, that’s rude of me not to explain myself,” Naomasa said with a smile and handed Izuku a piece of paper, “The medication you were taking wasn’t propranolol, it was-”

“A quirk suppressant,” Izuku finished after scanning the chemical analysis. “But why? I'm q-” He stopped himself. He couldn’t tell them he's quirkless. Quirkless. Stop. He couldn’t let people know his secret. Failure. Stop. All Might’s secret. He couldn’t tell them about One for All. Izuku handed the paper to Aizawa when he held his hand out for it. 

“Was your mother startled when you developed your quirk?”

“Of course,” Izuku said, “We thought I was quirkless until than, of course, she would be surprised.”

“Was she happy about it?”

“I think so,” Izuku mumbled trying to think back to the day he told her the exciting news, “I think she was more worried about how destructive it was.”

Naomasa nodded along with his story and wrote something down. After a brief pause, he pulled out a stack of notebooks. His notebooks. “These were in your bag and some of the contents are a bit concerning.”

“Sorry,” Izuku blurted out.

“Naomasa,” Shouta snapped at the same time as Izuku.

“And by that,” Naomasa tried to correct himself, “is that several pages contain blood. Midoriya, were you forced to write these.”

Izuku bit his lip, trying to fight the tears pooling in his eyes and he nodded.

“If it’s not too much, could you tell me what usually occurred when you worked on these?”

He squeezed his hands together until his knuckles were white before letting go to peek at the dark red patch forming in his palms. “Remember,” Aizawa said next to him, “you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable.”

Izuku shook his head. He needed to do it now. “Every night he was over,” he stared, speaking slowly to pick his words, “and my mom was gone he would put a new notebook on the kitchen table with a list of people and events I was supposed to analyze. He called it training at first, but over time when I refused to do the more violent situations, he w-would see his quirk or threaten to hurt my mom. Once that didn’t work, he started using other means to make me fill out his books.”

Naomasa nodded and shifted his papers so the notebooks were out of view. Izuku hadn’t noticed how tense seeing them made him until they were gone and the tension in his shoulders relaxed. 

“Were you aware of who Takaida was?”

“N-not at first,” Izuku said, “I thought he was just the pro hero Wrangler and he was just trying to help me with my hero analysis.”

“When did you realize who he was?”

“When he used his quirk too much and left the black marks on my arms. It was about a month ago and I want to tell someone, but h-he threatened to hurt my mom a-a-and do everything he’s doing now. I’m sorry.” To what he was apologizing for, Izuku wasn’t entirely sure. Was he feeling guilty for not telling someone sooner or for telling anyone at all? Both, he settled on feeling both because no matter what, it was all his fault. Useless. Stop.

“Thank you,” Naomasa said with a kind smile, “for telling someone. That must have been a terrifying decision.”

Izuku nodded lamely, looking down at his hands again. The red spot had spread, he should definitely mention it, but he didn’t. Instead, he folded his palm from view and looked back up to watch Naomasa dig into his desk.

“I think you would like to have this back,” he said, sliding his phone across the table, “We had our techs look over it already.”

Izuku flinched away from it like it was going to jump up and attack before his eyes widened. “Y-you had that in your desk?” Naomasa scowled but nodded at his question. Izuku clamped his hands over his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Midoriya?” Aizawa asked, moving to kneel next to him, “What’s wrong?”

Tears streamed down his face as he glanced back at the phone. “The phone’s wired. I’m sorry.”

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