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blank-loop · 2 years

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Could you maybe do an angsty Oboro x reader oneshot where reader has to deal with Oboro not being around anymore? Maybe Shouta, Hizashi and Nemuri are kind of there to help as well?

#☁️🌙 (hopefully I did this right?)

hi ☁️🌙 anon (cloudnight tag???!!)! first off, yes, you did the anon tag thing perfectly!

thank you for your req! this brought me pain to write but it was fun. hopefully it's alright since i started losing motivation towards the end... so it's quite short... yeah. i love the cloudy lad and I am still salty about him dying but here we are. i hope this meets your need for angst.

Hope you enjoy! Likes, reblogs, comments & follows are appreciated!

The Ones That Matter Most : oboro shirakumo x gn!reader

cws: unresolved arguments, blood, character death, "man" used as neutral slang, slight hyperventilating

The day he'd left had been the most guilt-filled day of your life. You'd known something was wrong as soon as you'd walked into the hospital to find your three best friends sitting on Shōta's hospital bed crying, and no Oboro with them. They looked up as you entered.

"You're here…"

You nodded silently, mouth dry. "What happened? Where's Oboro?" You felt your heartbeat quicken. They stayed silent for a few moments.

"He didn't…" Shōta started. His gaze dropped and he squeezed his eyes closed.

"There was a villain… a building collapsed and… he didn't make it," Hizashi said, unusually quiet. His voice cracked a little as he also looked away.

You were almost speechless. "...What?"

You didn't want to believe it, but looking at the state of the other three, it was true.

Hizashi's glasses lay in his bloody hands, one lens missing and the other one cracked. Nemuri was the most worn out, bruised and distressed you'd ever seen her. Shōta was a different story. It was a well-known fact in your class that he rarely displayed any sort of emotion. But there he was, a blubbering mess, puffy-eyed and red-faced. His left arm was held across his chest in a new, white cast, and he had several deep cuts and large bruises on his face.

"He was… he was trying to protect… some kids," Shōta choked out between heavy breaths. Then the sobs came again. His whole body shook with each one. You could do nothing but watch as Nemuri lay a hand tenderly on his shoulder. "I should've- I should've protected him. I'm… I'm so sorry."

You watched your friends for a moment more, trying to decide what to say. They should know, right?

You felt your cheeks become wet with the first of your tears as you slowly registered what all that meant. "I didn't get a chance to apologise to him…"

Hizashi looked up. "Huh?"

"We… we had an argument. Yesterday," you said numbly. "It was something- it was something so, so stupid and insignificant. I was… I was going to apologise to him after he got back from patrol today."

They looked at you, faces stained with tears.

"Shit, man," Hizashi breathed. "I'm so sorry." The other two remained silent aside from their quiet crying.

"He… he did mention something about- about you… arguing," Shōta whispered after a while. "He was- he was going to bring you… something."

"...he was?" you asked through your tears quietly.

"Yeah."

"We're sorry," Nemuri said. She wiped her eyes, not caring for her running mascara dripping down her hand and onto her arm. "He saved the lives of a whole class of kids at the cost of his own."

You stepped towards Shōta's bed slowly, still processing all they had told you, all they had been through, what it meant for your future. You sat down next to Hizashi at the foot of the bed.

"We all still wish we could have done something more to help. Shō had to fight the villain all by himself as well," Nemuri mused. "He died a hero, sweetie."

"Sheesh, you don't gotta be so blunt, Kayama," Hizashi muttered. "This is a shock to us all. But… I can't even begin to imagine how you feel." He motioned towards you.

Everything blurred as your tears fell quicker. The sound of your own wobbling and wailing voice filled your ears. You drew in short, shaky breaths. Your own tears fell sideways across your face from one eye into the other.

You didn't say anything. You lay down slowly into Hizashi's lap. Your tears dropped onto his now slightly-torn leather pants.

It all felt like a horrible nightmare. How could it be real? Oboro was gone… you never got to say goodbye, never got to make up for the argument. That would be something that you would carry the guilt for for the rest of your life.

Everywhere hurt. It felt like someone had punched you in the gut over and over and not waited for you to get back up. You almost needed to throw up.

Everywhere hurt. You remembered the argument. The anger you felt. The aggression of your raised voices. The fury in each other's eyes. And for what?

Everywhere hurt. You barely registered Hizashi's hand lightly stroking your head. You gripped his leg a little. He tensed slightly, but didn't shake you off.

- End -

You weren't ready to accept it.

You weren't ready to let Oboro go.

But he had gone to some place beyond your reach.

You all knew you wouldn't be able to save everyone you encountered.

It was the first thing you'd been taught as hero course students.

It hadn't hit you that "everyone" had included your friends, your allies.

Not just civilians.

The people you care about.

The people you love.

The ones that matter most.

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> DO NOT COPY/REPOST.

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lilac-5ky · 2 years

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Hi, I was wondering if you could write a bit about Oboro having an S/O but it's kinda hard to deal with him because of his behaviour and how he's afraid of showing his feelings and needs because of what happened in the past 😭

A/N: Hi! I finally progressed enough in Gintama to do this request woo! I'll sort of do it in a headcanon-y way, since I've never written anything about Oboro before :p Hope I don't mischaracterize him!

Oboro Headcanons

Being in a relationship with a wretched man as Oboro certainly doesn't come easily. To others, he might look as someone completely ruthless and unemotional, but in reality, he is just someone who was once overtaken by emotion and now has to live with the consequences of his actions.

Most likely he wouldn't get involved with anyone in the post war era. He'd think of feelings as distraction from his goals, a reminder of his own weakness. But if you were someone who showed him kindness both before and after he turned into the man he is? That would certainly make him waver.

Of course, he wouldn't want to open up about it. Of course, he'd try to hide his feelings from you, the world, and even his own self. If he lingers around you, it simply means you are of use. If he offers you help and protects you, there's gotta be a reason behind his actions. He'd do anything to rationalize something that simply can't be rationalized.

I wouldn't put it past him to straight up threaten or fight you in an attempt to make you hate him. It's easier if people resent him, for he can never erase his past sins.

However, if his actions aren't enough to dishearten you, then he'll avoid you as best as he can. Oboro doesn't show his love with gestures, words or acts of kindness. He shows it in his distance. Because he knows that each step bringing you closer to him, brings you closer to your own demise, and he can absolutely not stand to watch that.

A chance for him to show his true colors would be in the face of danger. For example, if you are in danger then he wouldn't mind sacrificing himself for you. It's a stupid habit he can't shake off, yet he'd always choose to save the one he loves over his own self.

In that moment, those hazy eyes of his wouldn't be so empty anymore, the love he kept hidden spilling at the sight of you being alive and well. It doesn't matter if he dies once more, as long as the blood that stains your hands is his and not yours.

And when he reopens his eyes and finds you still cradling his face? When you hold him close and smother him in kisses? When the tears dropping to his face are meant for him and him only? Then maybe, just maybe, he has a moment of weakness and lets himself rest in your arms.

He never thought anyone could ever shed tears for him. That someone could genuinely spare him something other than hatred, which is exactly what he feels he deserves. And then he realizes, he was never meant to wallow in abnegation and regret. That, the love you offer him, is something he selfishly wants to grab for himself.

He thought he'd changed. That after what happened with Shouyou, he knew better than to let himself be consumed by such emotions. But people don't change and he is the very same boy he once were. That very same selfish and jealous boy who ruined everything; that very same selfish and jealous boy who will ruin you. And knowing that, he caves in.

A/N: Honestly, I always struggled to like Oboro because I feel like he did something veeeeery uncalled of and was the catalyst for everything that went down during and after the Joui wars. I don't applaud his actions, but at the same time I find him interesting as a character and can't say I dislike him. I just wish he got a better chance at life and he could also be one of Joui 4 ;-;

Besides, writing this made me realize, he'd probably resemble Takasugi when it comes to dating :p But, getting him to actually open up would be even harder ;-; His opening up would mostly be to see him more often and feel him watching over you even when he doesn't show himself. Pretty fitting for a crow. The things he did are unforgivable and he wouldn't ask for forgiveness, but you know he likes you because of how selfishly he acts.

Oh and, I mentioned how he'd truly show his emotions at the face of danger, BUT that could also be when seeing you with someone else. If his jealousy won him over, then who knows what happens...👀

#anon request #oboro gintama #gintama x reader #oboro x reader #gintama oboro x reader #oboro headcanons #oboro hcs #oboro hc #gintama hcs #gintama hc #gintama

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skyahri · 25 days

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There For You |Shota Aizawa X Reader| HC

Summary: Aizawa steps up after Oboro's death, but panics when things get a bit too real.

Warnings: TEEN PREGNANCY! AFAB reader. Set one year ahead for story purposes. Mentions of death. Implication of sex, but no actual smut.

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You'd known Oboro your entire life. Your mother's were best friends and had planned their pregnancies, so you were only a few months apart.

You two were close as could be - playing, having sleepovers, and studying together always. When his quirk manifested and yours didn't, he made a promise to always protect you.

When high school came around and you were both accepted to UA (him under the hero course and you in general studies), he kissed you for the first time.

That kiss was just the beginning of a wonderful relationship. He was doting and loving, just as he'd always been, but the connection was deeper now.

In his time at UA, he made great friends, ones that accepted you as a part of the package deal. Your group was a match made in heaven. You were happy he had such a wonderful support system.

You remember how excited he was when he was accepted to the Purple Revolution Agency with Aizawa for his work study. You praised him for his hard work and celebrated that night. If you had known what would've come of it, you'd have begged him to take any other offer.

Shouta was the one to tell you. You'd come home from school to a house full of pros and officers, confused as to what happened. He quickly escorted you outside and explained the day's events to you.

The news of his death was absolutely gut-wrenching, especially since you'd only recently found out you were eight weeks pregnant.

At the time, you'd panicked, horrified of the social repercussions sure to come. But now? Now you were thankful to have something left from him.

"Oboro... asked me to take care of you. Both of you."

Shouta was there from then on. Not that he'd been lacking in presence beforehand, but now he was more dutiful.

He shut down any attempts you made to push him away, assuring you that any support and companionship he provided to you was of his own free will, and not because of any promise he'd made to Oboro before his death. He did make a promise, yes, but even if he hadn't, he'd still probably be here.

Hizashi and Nemuri helped as much as they could, but choosing to be front-line heroes complicated things more than Shouta's underground work.

Once the baby came, a beautiful little girl you'd named Kumori, Shouta's life felt a little less empty.

He'd been so preoccupied with finishing school, starting his career, and supporting you, that he hadn't allowed himself the space to cope with the loss of his best friend. He'd been well aware of the void Oboro had left, but never really paid much mind to it.

But now he felt like didn't need to. Like all the grief had resolved itself and he instantly jumped from denial to acceptance.

Kumori became his pride and joy. He spent all of his free time with you and her. Aside from night patrols and the occasional assignment, he didn't have much going on, making things all the easier for your makeshift family to function.

He took her to the park and played with her. They watched movies together and usually fell asleep halfway through. On days he was busy, he'd always make sure to check in with a text, something you always appreciated.

When she started to talk, her first words were of course 'dada' and directed at him. It stirred up something unsettling with him. He apologized profusely, not realizing that he had inadvertently stolen Oboro's spot in her life.

"Don't be silly, Shouta."

Such a simple response to such an insanely complex situation. He wasn't sure how to take that kind of response or the problem at hand in general, so he decided to take a step back from you two.

That night, when he went home after his patrol, he stayed home. You texted asking where he was and if he was okay, and that only made him spiral more.

What was he doing? Taking Oboro's spot in your life. Raising his child, spending the night with his girlfriend, and having dinner with his parents.

How pathetic.

He didn't go over the next night, or the one after that. Before he knew it, an entire week had passed and he hadn't so much as responded to your messages. He couldn't. Not with the dread and guilt he was feeling.

There was a knock at his door. He looked at the time and groaned; nearly six in the morning. He got up and looked through the peephole, relaxing when he saw Hizashi's bright yellow hair.

"What are you doing here?"

He pushed his way into Shouta's apartment.

"Y/N has been going crazy blowing up our phones. Nemuri and I have tried covering for you, but I think it's time you're honest with me."

Shouta wasn't sure why, but he unloaded onto Hizashi at that moment. He spilled everything uncontrollably in a long, incomprehensible rant. This completely caught Hizashi off guard. H wasn't expecting anything other than an argument to ensue if he was being honest.

Shouta told Hizashi everything. How he practically lived with you, how he raised your daughter, how he felt like he'd taken advantage of such a loss.

It took Hizashi a few minutes to let everything sink in. He was confused at first. The way you and Shouta spoke about your relationship made it seem like he had more of an uncle-type role in Kumori's life. He was surprised to find out he was so involved. Of course, Shouta always claimed to be busy, but he and Nemuri had assumed he was lying to get out of things.

Shouta gave him an expecting look after a few minutes with no response. Hizashi apologized, too caught up in his thoughts to realize he'd totally zoned out.

"I think Oboro would be more upset if he found out you'd abandoned his kid."

"I'm being serious, Mic."

"So am I."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"She thinks I'm her dad. What kind of piece of shit steals their friend's life after he dies, huh?"

"You're crazy if you think like that, dude. Would you prefer she be all alone? Or his kid grow up with out a dad? He asked you to take care of them for a reason."

"It just feels wrong."

A smug smile crept its way onto Hizashi's face.

"You love her, don't you? That's why it feels so wrong."

Aizawa looked at his friend like he was sick in the head.

"What are you on about? Don't be ridiculous."

But the more the thought about it the less ridiculous it sounded.

He loves his life. He loves you and your daughter, something he's well aware of, but now he's questioning what sort of love he held for you two.

He'd never tried to label it before, but now that he was trying to, he found any other type of love to be unfulfilling.

"You need to leave."

He pushed Hizashi out, not leaving any room for him to argue.

Shouta took a breath to calm himself down before grabbing his things and heading out as well.

He made it to your house in record time, relieved to see only your car in the driveway. He knocked on the door and waited patiently.

When you opened it and saw him, you quickly reached out and pulled him in for a hug. He returned the gesture, holding you tighter than he had before. After a moment, you pulled away, and promptly punched him square in the chest.

"Where the Hell have you been?!"

Just like he did with Hizashi, he told you everything. All the thoughts and feelings that had been eating at him this past week, the guilt and anxiety that plagued him, and what Hizashi had said.

"When Oboro told me to look after you, I don't think this is what he meant."

"Believe it or not, we actually talked about this before he died."

Shouta looked at you bewildered.

"Not this specifically, Shouta," you laughed, "He told me if he ever died, he would want me to continue living. I think he'd be happy for all of us."

Oboro knew there was significant risk in his line of work. He didn't expect to die so young, of course, but it's all the same. He would hate for you to never love again. To be all alone in the world or lose all ambition.

"Please, never let my death be the end of you."

His words always lingered in your head. It's why you never felt any type of way about Shouta's involvement in your and your daughter's lives. It made you happy, and that's all anyone could ask for.

"So... what does this mean for us?"

You weren't sure how he'd take the question. He didn't seem too content with whatever it was racing through his head.

Shouta leaned forward and kissed you. When you leaned in and responded, he grew more confident. He put his hands on your face and you bunched yours in his shirt. He pulled away and looked at you.

"I think he was right. I think... I do love you."

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 10 months

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Girl im so humiliated asking for this but can we get a ProHero!Shirakumo x chubby fem reader smut..? Once again im so sorry i am so sorry i was ever born

You shouldn't apologize for liking Shirakumo!! He's a big baby, a golden retriever, he's so lovable

CW: chubby fem reader, good old fluff and smut

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"Hellooooooo my beautiful little honey bun!" Shirakumo exclaimed as he entered your apartment, a cloud floating behind him. You jumped from your place on the couch, shrieking.

"Oboro! Jesus, what did I tell you about barging in like that?! You scared the shit out of me!" Shirakumo laughed, kicking the door closed and locking it, bounding into your apartment.

"Sorry, sorry! I just can't help myself! I get so excited seeing you."

"Well, can you try being a little less excited so that you don't scare me next time?" He stopped by the couch and held up his hands.

"Okay, okay, I'll try. I'm sorry, snookums. Forgive me?" You huffed, sitting up and crossing your arms.

"I dunno... you'll have to make it up to me."

"Oh!" He clapped his hands, sticking his arm into his cloud. "I actually brought some stuff over." He started pulling things out and setting them on the coffee table. "I got drunken noodles from that place you like, some drinks from the convenience store, a little cake from that bakery you wanted to try, aaaaaaand some sake, in case you felt like partying."

"Bo. It's almost 11pm."

"So?"

"I was gonna go to bed."

Oboro pouted. "Awww, what? But I haven't seen you in a week! I wanted to hang out."

"I get that, baby, but it's so late. You should really sleep too. I bet you worked a twelve hour shift again, huh?" He gave a sheepish grin, dissipating his cloud.

"You know me so well, dontcha?" You shook your head, ultimately opening your arms to him. He smiled wide, crawling onto the couch and into your arms, sighing as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled into your chest, humming when your fingers found his hair. "Missed you so much, pumpkin."

"I missed you too, silly billy." He huffed, squeezing your waist.

"I really, really missed you." You felt his hand palm at your hips and you smiled softly.

"Yeah? How much?"

"A lot. Missed you so bad." You hummed, cupping his cheeks and making him look at you.

"What'd you miss about me?"

"Everything," he sighed, moving forward to kiss at your neck. "Missed your smile, your laugh, your body."

"What'd you miss about my body?"

"Fuck, all of it. Missed your hips and thighs, your cute belly. Missed your boobies." You snorted.

"My boobies? What are you, twelve?"

"What? What's wrong with callin em that?"

"It sounds silly. Just say tits." Shirakumo rolled his eyes, moving his hand up your shirt.

"Fine. I missed your tits," he said as he squeezed your breasts, making you moan. "Happy?"

"I'll be happy if you suck on em." Oboro whined softly, pulling your shirt up over your breasts.

"Can you feed em to me?" he asked, eyes already hazy. You nodded, cupping your breast and moving it towards his mouth, gasping when he latched onto your nipple and began to suck. He moaned against your tit, eyes drooping as his tongue rolled around the perky bud. You let him suck on and knead your breasts for a while, watching him alternate between the two for a few minutes. You could feel him get hard against your leg, and you had to admit that it was making you wet.

"Hey," he breathed, pulling back from your breast, a trail of spit left behind, "can I taste you?"

You swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, if you want."

He mimicked your nod, coaxing you to lie back on the couch. He pulled off your shirt, peeling off your shorts and panties next. You watched him push your legs apart, his eyes gleaming when he saw your chubby cunt.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, leaning down, pulling your pussy lips back with his thumbs. He licked his lips as he admired the shade of your pussy, the faint sheen of slick that was building at your hole. He swallowed, dipping down to lick at your cunt, smiling softly when you shivered. His tongue slid down and circled your hole before moving up your cunt, lapping at your clit.

"Shit... feels good, Bo," you moaned after a couple of minutes of him eating you out.

"Yeah?" he asked, peeking up at you. "Ya like it?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, petting at his hair. "Wanna cum on your face." Shirakumo trembled at that, moaning before shoving his face back in your cunt, sucking at your clit. He ground his hips into the couch as he ate your pussy, licking up your growing wetness. Your legs tensed, thighs squishing against his cheeks as you grew closer to your peak. By the time you came, you were squeezing your legs shut, trapping Shirakumo against you, and god he loved it. He almost came from feeling you gush into his mouth, his cock throbbing in his pants. He eventually pulled away, mouth and chin wet because of you.

"Can we keep going?" he asked, itching to get his cock out. He sighed when you nodded, pulling off his jacket. He undressed in front of you, tossing his clothes to the floor before positioning himself between your legs. He stroked his cock a few times, pressing the head against your entrance, glancing up at you. You nodded, giving him permission to push forward, slipping his cock into you.

"God... You're so tight, Y/N."

"Yeah? Feel good?"

"Uh-huh," he replied, pulling out and pushing back in. "Missed this little pussy so much."

"I missed your cock," you moaned, reaching out to grab at his strong arms. "Missed having you inside me."

"Y-Yeah? Missed me that bad?"

"Uh-huh." You pulled him down to you, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Wish you didn't work so much."

"I'm sorry, baby," he sighed, pushing in deep before picking up speed. "I promise I'll do better. Won't work so much. Gonna spend more time with my pretty baby."

"You better," you moaned, kissing his cheek and jaw. Oboro groaned, tucking his face into your neck, moving faster, harder, fucking you the way you deserved. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping him close, his thrusts shallow. He placed open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder, licking your salty skin.

"You're so soft," he breathed, pressing his body against yours, his hand finding your stomach, palming at it. His touch made you moan, clench around him, cause him to stutter. His thrusts became ragged, uneven, and he hurriedly brought his hand to your clit to make you cum. He thumbed your clit quickly, making you pant and squeeze him harder.

"Gonna cum," you huffed, nails digging into his shoulders. "You're gonna make me cum."

"Then cum for me," he breathed. "Cum for me, please."

A few more strokes and you were tipping over the edge, back arching, sparks flying across your skin. You came hard, groaning gutturally, scratching at his back as he fucked you harder, chasing his high.

"Fuck, gonna c-cum. Where do you want it?"

"Where do you wanna cum, baby?" He swallowed, staring down at you.

"Your—on your tummy," he said hesitantly, waiting for your response. You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Then cum on my tummy, baby. I don't mind."

Shirakumo whined, thrusting erratically for a minute before pulling out, jerking his cock over your stomach. He came with a soft groan, his cum spurting out onto your tummy, even hitting your tits. He stroked himself until he grew too sensitive, letting go of his cock with a huff.

"Shit," he breathed, staring down at the mess he made. He leaned down and grabbed his shirt, using it to wipe off his cum. Once you were clean, he tossed his shirt back to the floor, collapsing on top of your tummy.

"Feel better?" you asked, massaging his shoulders.

"Yeah... I really needed that." He kissed along your belly as you played with his hair, nuzzling into your plump flesh. "Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, baby." He hummed, tucking his chin into your belly, smiling up at you.

"So... can I stay the night?" You giggled.

"Of course you can."

He closed his eyes and did a fist bump. "Yes."

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#ask #smut #shirakumo x reader #shirakumo oboro #chubby fem reader #fem reader #chubby reader #☀️ asks

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kywaslost · 1 year

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omg hello! Can I get a scenario of Aizawa and Mic maybe going on a patrol and finding a child in an alleyway, like maybe lost and injured. So then they like take them to the hospital and then they find out that they’re related to Oboro Shirakumo?

I Can’t Believe He Lives On - Aizawa and Present Mic

A/N: Omg hi!! I absolutely love this request! Sorry it took me so long, but I just finished finals today and now I have time to do a lot of writing. I hope you don’t mind but I made the reader a teenager. I feel like it fits my idea best. I hope you enjoy it!!

“Come on Shotaaaaa!” Hizashi hummed excitedly. “Shinsou’s out with his friends and Eri is spending the night with your class. We have the house to ourselves! We could go out to dinnerrrrr.” Hizashi cut in front of Aizawa as they walked across a rooftop, now walking backwards so he could still talk to his lover. “Or we could order takeout and watch a movie on the tv?”

Aizawa raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I don’t know Mic. I’m tired. I just want to sleep.” He dragged a hand through his long black hair. “It’s been a long day. I just want--” Aizawa stopped talking, then stopped walking, looking around with the same raised eyebrow.

“What?” Mic asked, now confused. He took a step closer to the other pro. When he went to speak again Aizawa cut him off.

“Shh.” Aizawa continued to look around. “Do you hear that?” Shota walked to the edge of the building, peering over the small wall that was there. “Someone’s crying.”

Hizashi followed his friend over to the edge, trying to see what he was looking for. “That could be anyone, Sho. We’re right next to an apartment building. Someone may just be having a bad night and left the window open.”

“No.” Aizawa’s voice left no room for argument. Then his hand shot out, pointing down at the end of the alleyway. “Look. Someone’s down there.”

Yamada followed the invisible path Shota’s finger left, and then he saw it. There was a kid, somewhere between 15-18 years old, limping quickly down the alleyway. They kept looking around in a panic, and that was when Hizashi finally registered the sounds of soft crying. “They look scared.”

That’s all it took for Aizawa and Yamada to jump down into the alleyway, not too far from where you were currently. Their sudden appearance startled you, and you made a startled sound as you frantically backed away from them.

“Hey,” Aizawa said calmly, holding his hands out to show you that he wasn’t there to harm you. “You’re alright.”

“We’re heroes,” Yamada added. “We can help you.” Now that he was closer to you, he could see blood dripping from your hairline. There were countless rips and holes in your clothes and more wounds scattering your body. “Oh, honey you’re bleeding.”

“Let us help you,” Aizawa quietly said. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Your back met the rough brick wall of one of the buildings. It was odd how it somehow soothed some of your wounds. You looked desperately between the two men slowly walking towards you. It was better than no one, you supposed. So you took in a shaky breath and muttered, “they have my brother.” You squeezed your eyes shut as tears finally made their way down your face. “They have the body of my dead brother.”

“Woah,�� Hizashi rushed forward to catch you as you fell to the ground crying harder. “Ok, it’s ok.” He looked up at his lover. “What do we do?” he whispered. “They’re clearly too distressed to be thinking clearly, and they’re bleeding. They have a lot of wounds.”

“So we take them to the hospital,” Aizawa concluded. “We take them to the hospital, let them get treated, and then question them when they are better.”

Aizawa soon realized that his plan was easier said than done once they got to the hospital. Hizashi had carried you the entire way there, whispering comforting words as you bawled into his chest. But when they tried to admit you into the hospital, the nurse running the ER wouldn’t allow them to since they had no idea who you were. They had to file you as a John/Jane Doe, and that process took longer. Then they weren’t allowed to visit you in your hospital room until they could prove that they were there for official hero business.

Needless to say, it was a very long 24 hour battle with the hospital. On top of that, Aizawa and Yamada had to make sure Shinsou and Eri were taken care of while they were gone. But eventually they made it up to your room, quietly knocking before entering. You were awake, staring out the window. Your soft blue eyes drifted over to the two heroes.

“Hi.” Your voice was shaky and rough from misuse. Hizashi handed you a cup of water as he sat down with Aizawa next to your bed. You thanked him once you were done with the cup.

“How are you feeling?” Aizawa asked.

You shook your head. “They still have my brother.”

“What do you mean, little listener?”

“Can you tell us your name?” Aizawa needed to know who you were. “We’d like to inform your family of your condition and location.”

You shook your head yet again. “My only family is dead, and those people have my brother’s body.”

“Who does?” Hizashi asked, placing his hand on your own that rested against the hospital bed you were in.

“Those villains.”

Aizawa asked, “The league?”

You nodded.

“Can you please tell us your name, dear?” Aizawa was being gentle. “We’ve been working against the League for quite some time. Maybe we know what they want to do with you and your family.”

Your water eyes met Aizawa’s crimson ones. “My name is Y/N Shirakumo.”

The two heroes in the room swore their heart had stopped beating. Their lungs quit working and all they could hear was intense ringing in their ears.

“What?” Hizashi choked out.

“They have my brother.”

“Oboro?” Aizawa didn’t think he could even say his friend’s name. “Is that him?”

“Yes. He died several years ago, and now the League is using his body as a meat suit for one of their members.”

“We know.” Hizashi was crying now, his green eyes glossed over with tears. “Honey, Oboro was our best friend in high school.”

Aizawa muttered a low, “I was there when he died.” He felt like he couldn’t speak through the tears. But then he looked up at Hizashi, then to you in the hospital bed. “You’re his only family left, and I swear on my life that I am going to protect you. To keep you safe. Because you’re the only piece of Oboro left and that means you mean the world to me and Hizashi.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Hiashi smiled softly. He ran a hand through your hair, watching as you began to cry. “But only if you want us to.”

You nodded quickly. “You knew him. That’s all that matters to me.”

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circledotdestroy · 11 months

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The Rooftop Trio with a Short (Fem) Reader (Thoughtdump)

When you all started high school, Oboro was already a giant and seemed to get taller every month. He approached you to introduce himself in the beginning of the year, he was invading your personal space and you were absolutely dwarfed by him. When he realized you were craning your neck to look at his face, he crouched down to your eye level to talk to you.

You two became friends pretty quickly, I mean how could you not, and it was constant shenanigans regarding how the two of you were going to have a comfortable conversation.

You stand on chairs, tables, and ledges; Oboro crouches or kneels on the ground; and the two of you stand many feet apart and shout at each other when Oboro is shaking from holding the positions for too long and there’s nothing for you to stand on nearby.

When you two become friends with Hizashi and Shouta, the Tom-foolery doesn’t stop. They’re not as tall as Oboro, but they are still noticeably taller than you, and they are ALSO still growing.

Hizashi is here for all of the nonsense. He goes out of his way to make short jokes and intentionally places things JUST outside your reach.

While Shouta doesn’t intentionally participate, you’re not safe from him making the height difference be known either. In the start of your friendship if you two are walking together, he will not slow down for you to catch up, especially during training. He also doesn’t feel like straining his neck by looking down at your face, so he will bend over, arms hanging, to look at your face.

Oboro and Hizashi will use nicknames, and might even assign you the “-chan” honorific. They also jokingly compare you to small animals.

Despite the jokes, you aren’t immune to more Princess-like treatment from them.

If you are all out together they make sure that you’re either walking in front of them or one of them is holding onto you. (They’ve lost you too many times in the busy street not to…)

If you’re carrying stuff and are showing any sign of being tired then Hizashi and/or Oboro will ask to take it— and then bicker with you if you’re too stubborn to accept help. Shouta will let you be for the most part, but the moment you try pausing for a break, he takes the stuff off you without a word and continues walking.

Shouta would just do little favors without saying anything about it. If something was on a high shelf, he'd grab it and then sit down. If you need someone to hold your drink, he’ll grab it without a word.

If you’re too short to see over people in the crowd then the first goal is to either lift you up or get you to the front. Same thing with taking pictures. Usually Mic is your strongest advocate of reminding everyone that you need to be seen.

During training, Oboro has definitely held you like Simba while riding a cloud at least once.

You all have a laugh looking through past photos and seeing how the boys end up getting taller as the months pass, but then there you are without a single change

#I thought about including something about the present day where you see Kurogiri #but I decided to let you all live #bnha x reader #mha x reader #rooftop trio x reader #Oboro Shirakumo x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #thought dump #bnha x fem!reader #MHA x fem!reader #present mic x reader

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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 7 months

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Car Hookups

Pairing: College AU! Oboro Shimurako x Fem! Reader.

Summary: You and Oboro regularly meet up late in his car for sex.

Warnings: Smut, Car sex, Oral sex (make receiving), Intercourse (P in V), College AU, Casual sex, Protected sex (the second time I've remembered to use a condom in my works), Slight hair pulling, Reader sends Oboro a nude and Oboro jacks off to it, Masturbation, Oboro and Reader smoke weed, So sex whilst on drugs?

Writing Time: 40 minutes.

Word Count: 930.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 12.

A/N:

Not the first time an imagine of mine has turned into a fic. Oh well. I love Oboro and would love to write for him more so please send requests for this boi! Car sex is hot so I'll definitely be writing this again, I can't believe I haven't before. I purposely didn't add Oboro's exact dick size here because it's supposed to be the reader's idea of the perfect size, which is different for everyone.

Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.

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It had become normal now, leaving your dorm late at night to run out and meet Oboro in his car for a dicking down.

This had become a regular thing for you two. Having sex in the middle of the night in his car. He would text you around 11pm asking if you was busy or available to meet a few blocks down from campus.

You had always said yes and ran down there to meet him. You couldn't quite remember how this started but it's not like you was complaining. Even if you knew that your roommates knew exactly what was up.

You weren't exactly subtle leaving in the middle of the time with just your phone and clothes on your back and coming back about two hours later with your clothes and hair all messy.

It was a great stress reliever for the both of you. You had been stressed out a lot with all the assignments you had and Oboro was the same but also with all the hero training too.

When you two would meet up Oboro was always in the driver seat smoking a blunt. He happily past it over to you when you got in next to him and you two would get high before the main event.

When you indicated you was ready, Oboro would eagerly pull down his pants and smile at you. His dick was beautiful, you thought. The perfect size, thick and veiny. Just looking at it made your mouth water and your pussy clench. You would get to work immediately, leaning down and putting him in your mouth.

Your head would bob up and down quickly as Oboro finished off the blunt, sighing the smoke up into his car slowly. You knew it was the best feeling for a guy ever. Smoking a joint whilst getting head. You was happy to be the one to give that kind of pleasure to Oboro.

You could tell Oboro was about to let go inside your mouth when he started gripping and pulling on your hair slightly whilst groaning loudly. You sighed as you pulled his erection out of your mouth and he whined.

You pulled the pretty much finished the blunt from his fingers, took the last puff and threw it out the window before climbing into the back seat.

Oboro was eager to join you. He would help pull your clothes off and lay you face down into the seats. He pulled the wrapped condom from his pocket and had you tear it open with your teeth before chucking the wrapper somewhere and pulling the rubber down his length.

Once you were both ready, Oboro would push inside and give you a night to remember. Lots of skin slapping and moaning. The windows would be steamed up in no time and the car would be shaking and grabbing the attention of anyone walking by.

You and Oboro would have to go multiple rounds in back. Just to make the most of the condoms and space you both had.

Oboro's aftercare is beautiful. He would light you up another blunt and cuddle you in the back seat. Even give you a small back massage because he knew how uncomfortable laying down on the back seat was. Also rub your head if you had head butted yourself due to the lack of space.

You'd definitely have to rub his head too, there's no way his clumsy ass didn't bang his head whilst fucking you in his car.

Oboro never failed to ask if you wanted to go eat before he dropped you back to campus, even though you always said no. He'd also if you wanted him to drive up closer to your side of the campus so it wasn't just a long walk for you. You'd say no again, because if he did that it would be a longer walk for him seeing as his dorm was on the other side.

You would walk back to your dorm with a giant smile of your face. It was dark so you was sure no one would notice the cum on your face and in your hair and honestly you was right. With how dead it was and how fast you was to jump in the shower afterwards, nobody saw your filthy 'freshly dicked down' look.

Before stepping into the shower, you send Oboro a photo of yourself. Completely nude, in front of the running shower and covered in cum which was now brightly lit from the bathroom light.

He took till after you was done in the shower to respond. You knew he was getting off to your sexy picture.

His text back was, "When are you next free 🙏🍆💦?"

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched mouth #stitched writes #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #bnha #my hero academia #mha #oboro shirakumo #oboro shirakumo x reader #oboro shirakumo smut #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut

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call-me-copycat · 4 months

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Not a lot of Shirakumo fics I've noticed...

Maybe I'll start writing him more often so we can fill it up! d(ゝω・´○)オケ

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #shirakumo #oboro shirakumo #shirakumo oboro #mha shirakumo #bnha shirakumo #shirakumo x reader #📢#💬

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capricorn-writer-kawaii · 9 months

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Hi, there! 🥰

I'm really, really, really excited to announce you that I'm currently working with my beloved and talented friend @merrymonkey on an illustrated fanfic of Aizawa, starting from his U.A. days and moving into the present when he's the homeroom teacher of class 1A.

This is gonna be kind of long, we hope you enjoy the ride. 💖

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 1

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the U.A.

On the first day of school, the UA’s enormous doors opened earlier than usual. Some teachers, the kindest ones, had come out to welcome the new students. Some of them already knew each other, having grown up in the same neighborhood and lucky enough to be in the same high school class. Such was the case with Hizashi Yamada, Oboro Shirakumo, and Shouta Aizawa.

While the first two talked quite loudly, drawing the attention of anyone who passed by, the last one was not only almost asleep but also remarkably quiet, he looked like a calm boy, someone who didn't look for trouble.

Starting with Hizashi, he was a tall and slim boy with blond hair, which he wore spiked upwards. His eyes were covered with some pretty cool sunglasses, and it was very common to see him with a large smile on his face. Hizashi had an eccentric personality, almost like a radio host. He even often posed when he talked and maintained a certain level of excitement or volume, regardless of the situation. Though he tended to be a jovial individual, Hizashi was capable of great rage, but that wasn't really common to occur, for he was the typical extroverted and popular guy.

Meanwhile, Oboro's light blue wavy hair was his charm, as well as his adorable and bright personality. He usually wore an expression of excitement. Very prone to making jokes and witty comments with innuendos, his energetic and goofy personality was similar to that of Hizashi, although Oboro never quite reached his friend's excitement. Due to his extravagant behavior, he was not the type of person who followed protocol and had little sense of shame, hence just as he was walking with his friends, he closed his uniform shirt as if he were in his room.

Finally, behind came the third of them, Shouta Aizawa. He was a slender and tall, tanned-skinned boy with messy, shoulder-length black hair, that partially hung in front of his face and half-opened black eyes. His worn-out appearance made him often look fatigued, especially because of his tired eyes. He was a very stern and reserved person; actually, he often came off as cold and apathetic, someone who preferred to take naps in every possible place over any other activity. Although quiet, the young hero student was very vocal and bold when expressing his ideas, which lead him to only had two friends. Despite his apathetic traits, he genuinely cared about his friends and was willing to do anything for them. In fact, he had already done it, he had already gotten into more than one problem because of Hizashi and Oboro. Shouta often grinned and even made jokes about his friends' eccentric personalities. Although it was more common to see him serious or rather shy.

While Hizashi spoke, or rather, he shouted expressing his immense emotion, Oboro adjusted his uniform. To tell the truth, it seemed that he was getting dressed, because now he was buttoning up his shirt.

“Do you really have to do that while we walk among so many people?” Aizawa asked.

“I didn't have time to get dressed. If you hadn't held us up for wanting to rescue that cat, I'd have been able to do it, so now you suck it up." He said with a mischievous smile as he tried to find his belt inside his backpack.

“Do you think they assign us the same section? I want us to be classmates again." Hizashi commented when they were already walking through the main gates.

Aizawa listened to Oboro's answer until something else completely stole his attention. Sitting on a bench next to a window, a girl was waiting for the doors of the academy's auditorium to open so that the professors could give them the welcome speech.

He was not the type of individual who paid special attention to admiring another person's beauty, he had had beautiful classmates at high school, and he had even seen some very pretty girls entering the academy, however, none of them had got to awake something on him, as it had happened to Oboro and Hizashi and their numerous dates.

Yet, that girl just a few steps away had taken his breath away. Aizawa cut the conversation with his friends because, for a few seconds, he couldn't do anything else but admire that short girl with long, wavy pastel pink hair tied in a braid. She had been nervously playing with a pink hair tie while waiting to enter the auditorium. Suddenly, a gust of wind made her look at the branches of a tree through the window, allowing Aizawa to see a bit more of her face.

Possibly due to Aizawa's piercing stare, she realized someone was looking at her, and turning around, she discovered him. Her lovely and expressive green eyes were now fixed on the young man's black eyes. His usual tired gaze switched to a wide-eye one by noticing an undeniable sparkle in the girl's look. Such interaction struck Aizawa to the core; it was so overwhelming, that he was about to break that eye contact. Luckily, he did not do it and did not miss the kind but shy and fleeting smile that the girl gave him. Shota couldn't smile back not because he didn't want to, but because he simply couldn't, he just froze. Naturally, when the girl saw that the guy didn't even react back, she looked away from him and had to force herself to think of something else; otherwise, the auto cringe would have made her leave the place.

"You okay, bro? Are you that nervous? Your face's red." Oboro said looking at his friend, but Aizawa just shook his head.

"Let's go in, the doors are already open." Aizawa replied without forgetting the girl's smile.

He wasn't the typical guy who got a lot of smiles or kind looks, perhaps because his eyes were usually on the ground, or because his gaze was a tired one, not precisely a cordial one. Whatever the reason, it was not common for him to receive such a kind facial expression like that. All his life he was used to Hizashi and Oboro turning out to be the ones who stole peeks and received compliments. To tell the truth, Aizawa had never minded that since social interactions were not his thing at all.

Yet, he did not have time to think more about it, the professor who welcomed them had already started with his talk. He explained to the students how the academy worked and how they would be assigned to a class. That was how that day, once again fate wanted Aizawa, Oboro, and Hizashi to be together in the same class. Though that was not the only surprise. When they entered the room, Aizawa saw the girl again; apparently, the four of them would study together from now on.

That was how they spent the first days at the UA. The professional heroes didn't give them a break, it was training after training, in addition to master classes, of course. Knowing and trusting each one's quick was a must to survive the UA classes; therefore, Aizawa was definitely not having a good time. Meanwhile, Hizashi and Oboro not only controlled theirs better, but they also felt comfortable with their powers and were confident that they would become excellent heroes. However, the shy young man constantly doubted his ability, and when possible, he trained alone so as not to slow anyone down. But that changed the second week when one of the teachers asked them to pair up for the next lesson in one of the many training camps.

"Okay, this is it! I'll ask Hoshino to work with me!" Oboro said, adjusting his uniform and referring to the pink-haired girl, who turned out to be very quiet and introverted. Even though she had all her classmates drooling over her from the first day, she was always alone and studying in her spare time in the library.

"Don't even dream about it, Oboro, I'll ask her," Hizashi replied. "You are very noisy, she won't want to be your partner."

“What the fuck, Hizashi!? You scream instead of talking! Besides, you'll scare her, you're too aggressive."

"I'm not aggressive!"

"And you're not very bright either, why would the best of the class want to work with you?"

Aizawa, for his part, chuckled upon hearing his friends and continued tying his shoelaces. In the meantime, Hizashi and Oboro were so focused on arguing among themselves that they didn't realize when the girl approached where they were.

Thus, she touched the least expected person's shoulder and spoke. “Hi... Hum, excuse me, would you mind if we worked together? I've seen your quirk and I think we could make a good team.” As determined as she was to train with him, there was a hint of shyness in her voice.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Oboro and Hizashi asked looking at how she had chosen Aizawa as her partner.

Although the two outgoing boys had come to her since day one to introduce themselves, Aizawa hadn't said a word, preferring to stay behind. So, her proposal was quite unexpected for everyone, especially for Aizawa, who looked at her as if hoping that she would realize that she was speaking to HIM and not to his friends.

"I see... you already have a partner, I'm sorry." Wishing that the earth would swallow her, the girl was about to disappear, she didn't do it only because Oboro was faster and prevented her.

"No, he doesn't have one! It's just that Aizawa's very shy." Oboro replied as Hizashi practically pushed his friend to his feet.

“Did you hear that, Shota? You'll be able to work with the best of the class!” The blonde said.

"Are you sure you want to work with me?"

"Come on, Shota, don't be so humble, your quirk's awesome!" Hizashi said pushing him to such an extent that the young black-haired man almost lost his balance.

That was how Aizawa and the girl ended up teaming up together. The mission they had been given to train was to enter the forest that surrounded the UA and find a hidden bomb as quickly as possible. For that, they would have the whole class, for the terrain was huge.

All the way Aizawa was wondering the same thing. "Why does she want to work with me?" The girl had passed the entrance exam with the highest score, and despite only taking two weeks of classes, all her teachers had already recognized her as the best of her generation.

“So, you erase quirks with your gaze…" The girl said, interrupting Aizawa's analysis. "That's so cool! You have one of the best powers I've ever seen.”

“The effect lasts until I blink. It's not very useful."

"Have you tried using eye drops? That way your eyes will be moisturized, and you can train them for a longer use of your quirk. Maybe they'll be a little dry, but at least they won't hurt afterward."

Aizawa remained silent, contemplating the option that the girl gave him; truth be told, she made a lot of sense. After some minutes of walking in silence, the boy talked. “What about your quirk? Can you manipulate any kind of energy? If so, you have unlimited potential."

"It's not that easy." She responded by shaking her head. “When I transform energy, I use my own. The more energy I manipulate, the less I have left to fight. Also, it's not unlimited, quite the opposite. If I intend to control some type of energy, I first must know it thoroughly, know how it works, and what risks can come."

"That's why she studies so much..." Aizawa thought.

“If I don't know the type of energy, or if I convert more than what my body resists, things don't end well. It's happened a couple of times and it hasn't been nice." She confessed somewhat embarrassed. "That's why I think we could make a good team, you could give me a hand if things get messy."

"You barely know me, are you going to trust me that much?"

"I saw how you helped your friend when we floated higher than expected."

The girl giggled remembering how during one of the first practices, Oboro used one of his clouds to float. He was just bragging; yet, thanks to the wind, the cloud flew higher and quicker. It was Aizawa who controlled the situation by erasing his quirk and helping him get back to earth.

"Oh, you saw that..." He whispered just about to laugh. Not even Shota could deny how funny it was to see Oboro fall over Hizashi.

"How not to? Your other friend, the blond one, kept yelling at the cloud guy to get off of him."

"Yeah, that's kind of common when it comes to Hizashi and Oboro."

"Well, we'd better hurry if we want to find that bomb first."

The dynamic between the two students turned out to be quite good, not only did they complete the mission successfully, but they also had time to get to know each other a little better, because by finishing before all the other groups, they had almost an hour free. Thus, sitting on some rocks on the banks of a river, Shota discovered that her family lived in the countryside and that to pursue her dream of becoming a hero, she had moved to the city alone. The academy had dormitories for students with similar situations, so she had no problem finding a place to live. That short interaction was enough for Aizawa to judge her as a nice and extremely sweet girl.

Without knowing how or why, she quickly felt comfortable with Aizawa, so much so that she made a couple of jokes and even imitated him. Apparently, in that week the young heroine had analyzed him enough to discover several of his habits.

“You have a lot of free time in class.” The boy commented unable to avoid laughing just a little when he saw her imitating the way he yawned.

“The first week has been calmer than I imagined.”

“That's because you're talented. I barely approved the physical performance exams.”

Once again, the girl started to play with her hair tie, anyone could tell she was struggling to decide if saying what she was thinking or remaining silent. In the end, she mustered some courage and dared to say it. “We could train together in the afternoons.”

Aizawa raised his gaze and looked at her as if looking for any sign that he had listened wrong. “YOU are going to train with me? You, the number one in the class?”

“I also need to train, and I think we could complement ourselves. I mean... our quirks." She corrected herself while blushing.

Aizawa was the first classmate she actively approached and, to tell the truth, it had been hard for her to summon up the courage to speak to him. Judging by his actions during those two weeks of classes, it was highly possible that he would say no. After all, Shota hardly talked with his two friends, why would he say yes to training with her?

"I mean, it's just an idea. But if you already train with someone else, that's fine." She said feeling how her face was turning even more red.

Noticing that he was making her feel uncomfortable, Aizawa reacted. “It's not what you're thinking. Honestly, I didn't expect you to want to team up with me. You caught me off guard."

Understanding that it wasn't that he was rejecting her, but that this was all very unexpected for him, she felt less embarrassed. “I'm not very good at making friends and many of our classmates already knew each other. Besides…. You seem like a very trustworthy person and your quirk is wonderful. I'm sorry, I think I already told you this a dozen times.” She said between a shy giggling.

The black-haired hero looked at her for a few moments. "She's really cute. No wonder why Hizashi and Oboro say it all the time."

"Well, I don't want to put you on the spot. If one day you have some free time, we could train together, Aizawa.” She said getting up, it was time to meet up with the rest of the class.

"Shota, call me Shota."

“My name's Kaori. Thanks for working with me today, Shota.” She responded with a sweet smile.

Next chapter

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maydoesthings · 1 year

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I forgot to send my request a while back but WOO here we go: What do you think of Aizawa and reader being great friends back in highschool ( with probably some secret feelings going on ) but after graduating reader leaves for overseas cos carreer

Now ! Reader is back and is a teacher at UA, so they suddenly meet again 🥳 How does that go?

I'd love that as a scenario! Hcs are fine if you prefer that though. Would it be selfish to ask for gender neutral reader, or just ommit pronouns that'd give away too much? If it's too much feel free to ignore it.

Thank you! I can't wait to read more of your writing :)

okay so I can totally do that! I can do gender neutral ig but I definitely won’t do male. It’s just hard for me to write but the rest should be fine..

I don’t think here are any warnings (if I’m wrong pls correct me)

spoilers for vigilante mangas and season 5?? (just mentions of a certain someone but nothing too revealing?)

masterlist

aizawa x reader - Here we meet again

So here we are again. About 15-16 years after graduating you’re back at your old high school, UA. But now as a teacher. It’s been a while, huh?

All the memories that were made here, it’s a bit nostalgic. You can’t wait to give these kids the school experience you had. There’s also a chance to see your old classmates & friends - now as teachers and colleagues of yours.

You could remember your time as a student here like it was yesterday. It felt a bit similar, the only difference that you’re not a student anymore..

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The first day at a new school is always scary, right? But it’s just as exciting as scary. So many different students with different quirks and looks it’s fascinating. Those students are going to be the future heroes.

Some friendships were made fast, like really fast. For example there were those two loud and cheerful boys. Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada. They became friends quickly and even dragged another boy- Shouta Aizawa along. He wasn’t as happy, actually he was the complete difference. Tired, introverted, sarcastic and very quiet. But somehow it worked out between them. They soon became the iconic UA trio from class 1-A.

You hadn’t had as much luck as them. You also made friends pretty quickly, but the boys and girls you hang out with were judging, complaining and gossiping a lot. And I mean a LOT. It was okay but you had to watch your every move around them. They also weren’t very fond of the iconic trio. They talked about them a lot and you couldn’t really understand why. What did they do? They are pretty nice to everyone and also funny.

You often heard this and that-

“God, Aizawa looks so weird, does he sleep at all? Emo boy”

“Why is Yamada so god damn loud? Also, wtf is wrong with his hair and sun glasses?”

“Shirakumo looks always so proud. He hasn’t any embarrassment at all. I get second hand embarrassment just thinking about him. All three of them think they are so god damn cool. Just a bunch of nerds”

You never said anything in those conversations because it wasn’t really true? They are actually really cool and they look like they have a lot of fun. Just let them be! But they always noticed. They always noticed how quiet you were when it was about them. How you never said anything or agreed with them. How you greeted the three every morning. How you never looked disgusted when looking at them.

So they confronted you. Also made you down, because you’re ‘also a nerd’ and that you ‘don’t fit into their group’. It hurt but maybe it was for the better. The only problem- now you didn’t had any friends at all. Sure you got along with all of your classmates, but none of them was truly a friend… So you sat alone at lunch. You never talked to anyone before or after class, expect it was something important. You never had a sparring partner by choice. The remaining one was always partnering up with you.

The trio noticed that. And Yamada and Shirakumo were too kind souls to ignore that. Aizawa actually didn’t care at all. Sure, you were a classmate that was always friendly to him, but he didn’t interact with you much. And if you liked it alone better? He also preferred alone and quiet time, but his two friends wouldn’t leave him alone. So he accepted the presence. They were not soo bad after all.

But the other two really wanted to talk to you, and they did. During lunch when you were sitting alone again, they approached you ( and tagged Aizawa along as well). You were more than surprised about that. But when they started talking about how you seemed kinda lonely and they couldn’t just watch and decided to look if everything was okay, you thought the thing you always thought: they seem like nice and kind persons. You were right after all. They were nice and kind. Proved those bitches fake friends wrong.

They accepted you gladly into their friend group and honestly, you were more than relieved. You finally made friends and they were especially nice people. Since that day, it wasn’t a trio anymore. Now, they were four.

Oboro and Hizashi (you were allowed to call them with their first name now) were always talking while Shouta was more quiet. Talked the bare minimum. But even then, he seemed nice too. It was just hard to know when he always wore that poker face. You didn’t know if he liked you or just tolerated you, but the first time he laughed while you were around you knew he was probably okay with your presence. You didn’t know much about him, expect his love for cats and sleep but he was kinda cute and all. He didn’t look too bad either. Slowly but surely you fell for him. And it just got more and more. When you started your second year, you were deeply in love with his shy persona.

But he would never know that, he didn’t seem like a person to catch feelings. And you could never live the embarrassment down if he rejected you. Yeah no thanks.

Little did you know he actually also liked you a bit more than a friend. Even before you became friends with him he thought you looked good and seemed nice to talk to. But that meant nothing… at first.

When you started hanging around more often, he noticed that you’re a very sweet and happy person. The opposite of him. But maybe this was the reason he started crushing on you. He was a bit boring and not so likeable. You were a good company. A good person to talk to. He always thought he was a bit obvious and you just didn’t like him as much as Oboro and Hizashi. He understood why you’d like them more- he surely couldn’t fall for someone like him so you probably didn’t either. You were perfect and he wasn’t. So he’d never tell you what he thought about you.

Of course it was hard to ignore those feelings when you were permanently seeing each other. The worst things that happened so far was your sleep over. Shouta almost became a heart attack when you were suddenly standing at Hizashi’s door with a backpack. He thought it would only be him and Oboro like always. Not that he minded but he was freaking out all the time. Sleeping in the same room as his crush, seeing his crush in pyjamas and such, dear god give him strength. What was even worse, was that Hizashi has a huge house + swimming pool. Shouta wasn’t ready seeing you in your swimwear. You looked good and it was so embarrassing for him. He looked flustered all the time.

You didn’t notice because you were just as flustered and busy with your own thoughts. Seeing him shirtless was too much for your simp heart. Shouta also didn’t see that cause he was busy calming his flushed face down. Oboro and Hizashi of course noticed that. They shipped both of you secretly but if you two ever found out, Shouta would surely strangle them and you would be just uncomfortable and denying. They learned about their past mistakes not to do that again. But they’d never let them live that day down if they ever become a couple, that’s for sure.

After all you did a lot of stupid things together and hid your feelings pretty well. You were the perfect friend group of four and no one could stop you. Until that fateful day came. After the accident.. they were too busy with other feelings than the feelings for each other. They focused on other things and kinda fell apart. You weren’t as close as you were before, so after graduation you decided to leave Japan and Shouta behind. Maybe this would clear your head.

And it did. It was a great experience but now it was time to come back and teach future heroes.

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Luckily, the way to principle Nezu was still known to you. Every hallway, every classroom, you still remember it all. The introduction with Nezu was very short (surprisingly) and you were sent to the teachers lounge to get to know the others and to make yourself comfortable before the students would be arriving. You really couldn’t wait to see the other heroes you were going to work with. Some were already known to the public like Midnight or Present Mic (you were really hyped for these two) but surely there would also be some new faces.

When you arrived you were debating between knocking or just entering but before you could think more about it the door was opened by none other than-

Yamada.

God you were happy to see him. He has gotten a lot taller, but maybe that was just his hair that was standing up from his head. Looks like he grew it out. You didn’t even want to think of how much bottle of hairspray he used for his hair to stand up like that… He even got a little mustache. And he still had a pair of ridiculous looking sun glasses… That was without a doubt the Hizashi Yamada you went to school with.

“There you are! We’ve already been waiting for you!! GOD I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!”

Yup, still very loud.. That’s him. He tackled you into a big hug and even if you wanted to return it, he didn’t gave you enough space or air to do so..

“Everyone needs air Yamada… And you’re stealing it away from our fellow friend..”

That was surely Midnight aka Nemuri Kayama. This feminine and seductive voice was her for sure. You’ve spoken a few times with her during your UA years and she’s surely fun to have around.

When Present Mic finally let you go and muttered a quiet (??) sorry you could get a look at her. Sure, you’ve seen both pros in TV and such, but seeing them in person is different. Midnight hat longer hair and also surprisingly to say, her outfit wasn’t as revealing as it used to be.. Which still showed a lot..

You reallyyy missed them.

So both of them got a hug. “Welcome back darling” , said Midnight with a grin.

“Thank you. But could I actually enter the room now?” you asked after releasing them both. They stepped aside and followed you right in after. Everyone looked up on you and you surely recognized a few heroes like Cementoss or Ectoplasm. Before you could say anything, Present Mic chirped in.

“Guys! This is our new colleague and teacher! EVERYONE, MEET-“

“We all got the file Mic, we know who that is… And introducing other people is rude, do you know that?” A masculine voice interrupted.

“Interrupting people is also surely rude Aizawa!”

Wait. Aizawa as in Shouta Aizawa?? Omg he’s here too?!? Nah okay this is going to be way different now..

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song for today - Space Song by Beach House

#mha #aizawa x reader #oboro #hizashi #aizawa #oboro shirakumo #x reader

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steveisagay · 2 years

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MHA if you bring up period sex: Rooftop Gang edition!

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Reader has periods, Mic having a disgust towards blood, Midnight and Shirakumo's are pretty suggestive (duh), Aizawa having balls

Aizawa

(Fucking panty soaker)

He's not for it

That is where he draws the line

Sorry not sorry

-Reese's

I personally don't see this crossing his mind at all

Nor him doing this

Sorry

Hizashi/Present Mic

This boy cares for you so so so so much

Would in fact kill god for you

He isn't scared of a little blood

But he's also probably said this about bugs once.

He will get everything you want for your time of the month

He has so much respect for women

But he draws the line there

Does he feel bad?

Yes

Would he do period sex?

Again

Sorry

Kayama/Midnight

100%

Before you can say more than "Period sex" her response is "alr babe what size strap-on?"

She is so free with her body she wants you to feel just as comfortable with yours

She knows what your going through

No questions asked

Shirakumo

Another one way too comfortable with his body

He also screams "BODY POSITIVITY!"

So as soon as the words leave your mouth his fingers are straight towards your nether regions

Make you feel so goddam good

100% for it cause in reality, it isn't much different than normal sex for him

He's still making you feel pleasure

So he doesn't mind

#bnha #my hero academia #aizawa shōta #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #present mic #presentation michael #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #hizashi yamada #kayama nemuri #mha nemuri #midnight #midnight x reader #oboro shirakumo hcs #oboro shirakumo x reader #mha x reader

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handsometheo · 6 months

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My Hero Academia Masterlist

Characters I write for:

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head)

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

Shinya Kamihara (Edgeshot)

Oboro Shirakumo (Ms. Joke)

Ryuko Tatsuma (Ryukyu)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

Yu Takeyama (Mt. Lady)

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura)

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

Mr Compress (Atsuhiro Sako)

Headcanons only will be posted here, Full fics will be posted on Ko-fi.

FLUFF

ANGST

(SMUT will also be Ko-fi only, I don't want under 18s to have immediate access yk, too dangerous they usually find away but this at least puts a barrier here.)

HURT/COMFORT

IMAGINES

FULL FICS (Ko-fi Only)

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chaoticsimp · 1 year

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Bittersweet

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Relationship: Shirakumo x Reader

Content Warnings: SFW, angst, so much angst, fluff, and Spoilers if you haven't made it past Season 5 Episode 19!

Summary: They say you never forget your first love, and a call from an old friend reminds you just how true that is.

A/N: I've just been having so many feelings about Shirakumo.

Word Count: 1300

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You stared at the closed door. When your old high school pals reached out, you couldn’t have imagined it would be for this. At first, you refused, but then Aizawa went ahead and sent you a plane ticket. Then before you knew it, you boarded the long flight home. You blamed your uneasy stomach on the turbulence and your nerves on the years since you’d seen Aizawa or Yamada, years since you were home. You had been given one night to settle in, and now you were staring at that closed door.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Aizawa’s tone was the same as when he called, and when he picked you up from the airport, soft and cautious. He didn’t want to be here either, but he needed to know if more of him was still in there. If there was something you could reach that they couldn't.

“We won’t have long, and he’ll still be slightly sedated. You just have to talk to him.”

“What happened when you did?” It was something you should have asked when they gave over the case file, but you dreaded the answer.

“We can discuss it after,” Yamada suggested. “Right now, you need to focus.”

“I-I don’t know if-”

“We’ll be right behind you,” Aizawa promised. Yet you couldn’t move, paralyzed with the thought of him, of your childhood love still alive behind that door.

“Okay,” You finally said, releasing a shaky breath. “I’m ready.”

The guard tapped a code in the panel to the left of the door, then pulled it open. You walked with slow steps, and time seemed to drag as you stepped through. You kept your eyes down and clutched your coat to steady your trembling hands. The door shut with a clang that made you jump, and the three of you stood in silence.

“Y/N,” Yamada spoke in a hushed tone, and you felt a hand touch the small of your back prompting you forward. You released another shaky breath and finally looked up. You knew what to expect – yet you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around the bound prisoner before you cloaked in a black mist, and bound in a white jacket. You stared through the glass, into glowing yellow eyes and tried to see the blue ones that you still dreamed of.

“They tell me your Oboro Shirakumo,” You started, taking a small step forward. “Or part of him.”

The police said you just needed to talk. Aizawa and Yamada suggested something personal, and you were very aware of the eyes watching you – observing his response.

“My name is Kurogiri,” He replied slowly. An answer you expected, yet it made your stomach twist. You were still trying to see what Aizawa and Yamada did, what made them reach out to you but how could any part of this…thing be him?

“Go on,” Aizawa encouraged.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” You sighed.

“I know what they say, but I can’t believe them because the Shirakumo I knew could have never harmed another soul, or helped people who did." You paused, and your brow furrowed as you thought of what to say next.

"He was warm and bright, like the sun. He had a smile that you couldn't resist, and eyes as blue as the sky. He loved me, a-and I…” You cut yourself off when you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You didn't think it would be this hard to talk about him, but you couldn't back down now.

“Do you remember when we met?”

“This would be our first encounter,” He replied, but it didn’t deter you from your story.

“It was in our first year at UA. I was a transfer, and our teacher asked for a volunteer to show me around. You didn’t even raise your hand,” You recalled, almost laughing as you remembered him shooting up from his seat. He had nearly knocked over his desk as he barreled to the front of the class.

“You didn’t give anyone else a chance. Do you remember how you introduced yourself?” You asked, and he stayed silent. His eyes were focused on you as if you were the only two in the room.

“Shirakumo Oboro, your future husband.” You heard a snort from behind you, and the memory made you smile as it did every time you thought of it. Shirakumo’s outstretched hand, his wide grin and the giggles of the classroom as you muttered an embarrassed no thank you. You could almost feel that blush all these years later.

“I thought you were crazy, but after a while, I started to believe you,” You confessed. “You were so full of life. You were incredible, so incredible that I couldn’t believe you picked me.”

You wiped your cheek with your sleeve, stealing a glance down at your shoes as you thought of where to go next. If you could even go to the next story without breaking down, but with your friends behind you, you felt the support you needed to keep going.

"When you finally asked me out I spent hours with Kayama picking out the perfect outfit, and the perfect make-up, and getting her advice on the perfect first kiss," You listed, briefly wishing she was here too.

"I even finished patrol early to get ready, and then 5PM rolled around and there was a knock at the door.” You paused, the lump in your throat felt like it was going to strangle you.

“It was me,” Aizawa continued, and you glanced over your shoulder, meeting his glowing gaze.

“I still remember the look in your eyes, the realization before I said anything.” You nodded and looked back, getting close enough to the glass to set your hand against it. You pressed your lips together, briefly eyeing your teary face in the faint reflection.

“You died before we ever got the chance,” Your voice cracked, but he remained silent. His eyes drifted to your hand and his head seemed to flicker, a brief break in his composure as you continued.

“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be alive or dead in there. Neither is easy,” You admitted. “But I suppose nothing will change that the boy I knew is gone and-”

“You’re not married,” He said slowly, interrupting your train of thought. You looked at your hand on the glass, realizing it was your left. You closed it to a fist and placed it behind your back, yet his eyes tried to follow. His head twitched again as he slowly met your gaze.

“I-I guess I never really got over you,” You replied quietly. You were nearing your limit. If you spent another second down memory lane you were going to have an anxiety attack, yet you hesitated. If this was really him, if you really had your second chance what would you want to say to him? You swallowed the lump in your throat, meeting his gaze one more time.

“If you’re in there Kumo – if any small part of you is in there then know that I did love you and I always will.” You quickly turned to leave. You noticed the teary look in both Aizawa and Yamada’s eyes, but they understood without you having to speak. Yamada knocked on the door, and a moment later the lock unclicked with a soft buzz.

“You gave it your best,” Yamada assured you as he opened the door, and you offered a small smile as thanks. You stepped through the door, ready to go to a bar for the promised free drinks until an unfamiliar voice stuttered your name. You turned on your heel, staring back into the room as a flicker of the face you once knew, of the face you loved peaked through that dark mist.

#oboro shirakumo #shirakumo x reader #mha shirakumo #bnha shirakumo #shirakumo x y/n #mha x y/n #mha fanfiction #mha spoilers

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