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kywaslost · 10 months

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Hiya! I read your platonic shinsou fanfic and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n (fem please) is a pre-teen and gets adopted into the erasermic family but she has a fear of men, and she struggles to do things because she's worried she would look bad/they might do something. Thank you if you do xxx

You’re Safe Here - Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Now that I’ve written this entire thing, I’ve realized my dyslexic self read your request as mainly Shinsou. I feel stupid. I’m so sorry lol. If you’d like me to rewrite this I will. I was going to but I really like how this turned out. Please forgive me <3 I also used the prompts below that I found because I thought they’d fit the request.

Prompt/s Used: Lighting whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell whumpee that the space is theirs and that it will always be safe. / You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. / You don’t feel safe here, do you?

After being tossed between foster homes for so long, you should be ecstatic to finally be adopted, right? Except you weren’t. You were petrified, to be honest. Usually, you’d meet your supposed new adoptive family and spend time with them while papers and forms were filed and signed, or at least that’s what you’d heard from other foster children throughout the years. But for some reason you were told to back your bags one day to meet your new family. And to top it all off, you were being adopted into a house consisting of only men.

It was a childish fear, to be afraid of almost every male on the planet, but it’s not like you can help it. Men from your past weren’t kind to you, resulting in an aversion to guys of almost every age. You avoided them when you could, fearing they would criticize you, or worse, use you. Being a young female in today’s society isn’t always easy, and you thought it would be safer to just avoid men as best you could.

You met your new fathers first. They were the ones to pick you up from the park where they agreed to meet you with your social worker. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but hide behind your social worker as they approached you.

“Excuse her,” your social worker smiled. “She’s a bit weary around men.”

“That’s alright!” The one with blonde hair smiled widely. “We understand!” The man was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so the man behind him had to place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Hizashi. You are going to overwhelm her.”

You shot the black haired one a grateful look, thankful for his calmness. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, and you couldn’t help but fear the blonde.

“I’m Shouta. Shouta Aizawa,” the second man said, crouching down a few feet in front of you.

“And I’m Hizashi Yamada!” The blonde smiled brightly, standing beside Aizawa.

Shouta slowly extended a hand out towards you, offering a small smile. “I understand that this is very overwhelming for you. A lot of new changes and new scenery, and I understand you are a bit afraid. How you feel is valid, I promise you. We will be here every step of the way to help you through it.”

You looked between the two men, then to your social worker. She just smiled and nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out and took Aizawa’s hand. That’s when your social worker patted your shoulder, then voiced that she’d be taking her leave now that you were in the hands of your new caretakers. Your breathing hitched as you watched her leave, panic slowly taking over your body. You jerked your hand back from Aizawa, pulling it to your chest without any thought, too caught up in trying to suppress an oncoming anxiety attack.

“That’s alright, you don’t have to touch me yet. That’s ok, take your time,” Aizawa said calmly. Both him and Hizashi started to notice your growing panic, glancing quickly at each other before Aizawa stood.

“Hey, why don’t we sit, yeah?” Hizashi offered, worry clear in his eyes. You nodded sharply, slowly following Hizashi over to a bench. He let you sit down before asking, “Can I sit over here?” He motioned to the other end of the bench and you nodded. You pulled your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing.

Eventually you evened out your breathing and calmed your nerves ever so slightly. Uncurling yourself, you stood as you took in one last deep breath. Aizawa was sitting in front of you again, watching you closely. So was Hizashi.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m ok now.”

The two men also stood. “Don’t apologize,” Aizawa said softly. “Take as much time as you need. We can sit here longer if you’d like?” You shook your head.

“You’re sure?” Hizashi asked and you nodded in response.

“Let’s get you home then.”

You followed them to their car, freezing as Hizashi opened the door for you. You began to shake slightly again. Getting into the car encloses you with two men whom you barely knew. Needless to say, you were uncomfortable.

“Would you feel more comfortable if we walked?” Aizawa offered from the driver’s side of the car. “We aren’t too terribly far, it shouldn’t take too long. Would you feel safer if we walked?”

After thinking about it, you mumbled a quiet, “Can we?”

Hizashi responded, “Of course!” He turned to his husband. “I can come get the car later after patrol.”

You met their son later that night once dinner was served. It took a while to get used to the thought that you had a family now, and you spent several hours on the couch in the living room trying to grasp the fact that you were now living with three men. It calms your nerves to know that Aizawa and Hizashi were pro-heros, and their son was a hero-in-training, but that didn’t mean you were still on edge. You knew very little about your new family, and until then you would hypothetically sleep with one eye open.

Shinsou seemed nice enough, and he even watched whatever you wanted while your new fathers got ready for patrol. You assured them that you would be alright staying behind with Shinsou, and they apologized profusely for not being able to get out of work for the night.

Once they had left, it was just you and Shinsou sitting in the living room. You were curled up on one end of the couch, and he was at the other end, giving you your space. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid he may make a move when you weren’t looking. The purple-haired boy noticed your staring, then turned his gaze from the tv to you.

“You don’t feel safe here, do you?” He asked. His question caught you off guard, and you didn’t answer. “Dad and Pa told me that you may be on edge for a while, that you had an aversion to males. I can only assume it has to do with childhood trauma? You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. I’m a good listener, and I don’t know, I always find it easier to talk to people closer to my age. And if there’s anything I can do to help this transition be smoother for you, please tell me.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked away, nodding. “I think I’m going to go take a shower,” you said as you stood, hugging yourself tightly.

Shinsou nodded, eyes softening. “Ok. Do you remember where the bathroom is?” He helped you find everything you needed, even offering you a pair of his sweatpants and an old shirt to change into.

You took your time in the shower, even taking a moment to sit and cry. It had been a long and tiring day. You were so excited to have a permanent home, but still nervous given the situation. Once you had composed yourself, you stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

The house was silent as you stepped out of the bathroom, just as it was before. You could hear the TV in the living room where you assumed Shinsou still sat on the couch. Except when you entered the hallway, you could hear music coming from further down the hall. You made your way to your new room, not thinking much of it. Shinsou’s room was across the hall, so it could have been him.

You pushed your door open, standing still in the doorway when you took in the room. Your stuff was still sitting on the end of your bed, except now there was a lit candle on your night stand. And the music was coming from your room. A laptop sat open on the small desk in your room, spotify open and playing your favorite music artist.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hitoshi said behind you. You turned around to see him standing in the hallway. “Dad and Pa had a list of things you like, so I looked at it.” He smiled softly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I wanted you to know that this is your space. You’re safe here. So,” he chuckled, “the candle is, uh, it’s (fav. scent). And I made that playlist while you were in the shower.”

Your eyes welled with tears again. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful Hitoshi was.

“I’m adopted, too, and it was difficult for me at first. And dad did something similar for me. It helped me so I thought it’d help you.”

Shinsou froze as you dove into him, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and hugged you back just as tight.

“Thank you,” you cried into his shirt. “Thank you, Hitoshi.”

He smiled, so proud of you hugging him despite your fear. “Of course. Anything for my new sister.”

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Castle

Platonic!Yandere Vampire ErasterMic!Family x Toddler!Reader (GN)

Summary: Upon a hill over a small town stands a castle. It's vampiric inhabitants get a sacrifice every generation, but one year, they find a little child bundled up in a blanket at their door.

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Sacrificing a child (you), mention of mugging, fighting, attacks, murder + torture (not descriptive and not towards reader), vampires, being turned into a vampire, illness, dark content, I do not condone this - this is all just fantasy

There was a custom in a small town lying in the valley under a hill which adorned the horizon along with the great castle standing on top of it unshakable, permanent, unaging - just like its inhabitants. There were legends going through generations of people living in the castle's shadow. According to them, the castle housed four very specific, mythical creatures. A man of shadows who could only be seen in the night and whose sight was said to be linked with an imminent death. A banshee who could act like a siren and lure you in, only to them scream with the voices of all the souls who have lost their lives because of him. An undead boy who could make you see things, hear things, do things, which would shake any living thing to their core. And at the last, a girl pale as a sheet, with hair white as snow - a ghost, said to be one of their former victims (according to some even their first), who was hunting the castle to warn others who'd share her fate and remind the creatures who had caused her death of their rotten soul.

Along with the legends and myths, the custom developed as well - it came from a place of fear and dread, from a time when deaths rid the town of most of its people and the only cause they could discern was that they had attracted the anger of their mythical watchers - and now it was common practice for every generation to chose a sacrifice to bring to the gates of the castle to gratify the rage of it's owners. Usually, it would be one of the elderly who volunteered themselves, knowing that they had not long to live and wanting to see what all the legends were about at least once in their life. Because except for the sacrificial rite no one was allowed to climb the hill to the castle.

By the time the most unusual and determinative sacrifice happened, the medics of the town had realized that the deaths they had in the past blamed on the creatures were caused by natural reasons - most crucial, the plague. But still, the custom stayed, because why would they change the habit that had kept the townspeople safe for all these years? There was just one thing that was different by that time - it had probably been the result of more health and people having fewer children - but for the first time in generations, there were no elderly who were close to dying, all the elderly who were around were still healthy and fit. And so, one family offered to make the ultimate sacrifice, as they had a young child of only a few years of age who they'd be bringing to the gates. The child was old enough to walk and talk, but not old enough to understand what was happening. And furthermore, the child was ill and sickly. They had been born with their ailment and the doctors saw no possibility of betterment, giving them only a few more years of life before the ailment would take them.

And so it was decided for the best all to lose their child in exchange for the happiness of all the other children they would have and that were living around them. On the night of the summer solstice, their parents put the child into warm clothes and carry their sleeping form up the hill. They knew that the least they needed to do was bring them away together and spend their last moments on this earth as a family. When they arrived at the gate, they rolled their child in a blanket and laid her down in front of it, before the father took the mother's hand and used the knocker that would never work from that distance at any other house. The parents gave their child one last kiss and then solemnly made their way back down the hill to their lives.

On the opposite side of the gate were a family at dinner - or at least as similar to dinner as it was possible for this family. They were sitting around a table with chalices before them, filled with dark, red, liquid that some might assume to be wine. It was not. The family had been living in the castle for centuries. And it was not the fathers and mothers of the people living in it now, no, it had been the exact same people as were sitting around the table now, unchanged like the building they were living in. Unlike what the townspeople assumed, the family of vampires had no interest in ending the lives of the people below them, they had long since switched to an animal-based diet. Still, they also had no interest in stopping their little habit of sacrifices, because it kept them unbothered, and kept the people of the town just afraid enough to not dare enter their homes. And since the sacrificial humans were usually already smelling of death, they had no issue putting them out of their misery - giving the old humans the happiness of letting them know what they had been wondering about for their entire lives.

As the family was talking about the latest news and interests that had been going on in their very exclusive, very secretive society of vampiric creatures spread around the entire world, Aizawa looked out of the window and sighed. He wondered about how fast the last 25 years had passed, but stood up and went out to the gate nonetheless. He wondered a little bit about the unusual breathing and heartbeat pattern heard coming from the human. It had been centuries since he had bothered with visiting or listening to other humans so while his ears were as good as ever, he had some difficulties distinguishing between the differences in them just based on their sounds and smells. So he assumed that this human was just weaker than usual.

All this led to all the more of a surprise when he opened the gate and found not an elderly human looking to find their end for the greater good, but instead a little bundled-up child. You - looking slightly younger than their own daughter had been when she was turned by a nefarious vampire looking to extend their clan - looked so weak, so frail, and as Aizawa looked at you, for the first time in centuries he was reminded of his own time as a mortal. Back then he and Yamada had to hide their love, their romance forbidden for multiple reasons. Not only were they both men, no they were also part of opposite sides of a war, though on the nights when they both sneaked away to spend their time embraced without having to worry about the rest of the world, they spent their time dreaming of having a life together, living without fear and most importantly, taking care of a little life of their own. A child. And when they had been turned, that dream had been mostly fulfilled.

Now they were powerful enough to live without fear together and a few decades later they stumbled upon a dying boy - a mugger who had stolen from them earlier, but as they hunted him down to get their stuff back they found him giving away the stolen goods to the children living in the street without a way to make their own way of survival. When he had also thrown himself in the way of a fight that had escalated and an attack meant for Yamada, it had been clear to them they could not leave him to die. And so they turned him and gained their son. And while they loved him as if he was their own - he was in a sense, the bond forged by turning someone almost as strong as the bond of blood mortals had - he had still already been a young adult when they had 'adopted' him.

Their gaining Eri for their family had been similar. She had already been a vampire for years when they had saved her and while she still looked the part of a young child, she had already been mindful and conscious of things a child would never be, she was a teenager or even an adult trapped in the body of a child.

So when Aizawa looked down at you, he saw this dream of theirs, the dream of raising a child of their own, and he saw the possibility of that now happening. When he brought you back in it was safe to say that his idea was taken in with a lot of enthusiasm, Yamada taking you out of Aizawa's arms and cuddling you close to him - so very happy to have a little you like you so close to him. Oh, how adorable you were, how precious - it was like he finally found what he was waiting for all of his immortal life. Eri was over the moon as well, stating that she had always wanted to be a big sister, that she'd do her best to make sure you'd grow up safe and surrounded by love, and that she wouldn't let anything harm you.

Shinsou was the one who stated something that the rest of the family had forgotten to think about through their joy. Someone had sacrificed you to them, had left you to what they thought to be a soon and possibly painful death. Shinsou's eyes were filled with rage, infectious rage and bloodlust that he hadn't felt since he'd been turned first, as he thought about how someone could leave such a little, weak thing as you to your death knowingly. And so, you were left with Yamada who was not quite ready to let go of you yet, and Eri who insisted on you getting a room near hers (even though you'd spent your next years sleeping in your new parent's bed) and to be there when you awoke to keep you calm in your new surrounded.

While they were already planning your new life, Aizawa and Shinsou made their way down that hill for the first time in a long while, with fire and fury in their steps, knowing that they'd leave no one alive - all of the townspeople at fault for letting you be sacrificed in their eyes. They had only had you with them for less than a day, but one look at you cuddling into Aizawa and Yamadas was enough to have them put you into their hearts and they'd bring hell before letting you go again. So no matter if young or old, male or female or in between, sick or healthy, every single mortal in that town paid their due that day, most of all your own parents whom they recognized by their smell and made suffer for as long as they could before they felt like they needed to see you again to make sure you were doing okay and ended your families misery.

It was clear that your life would be very different from now on, you would be coddled and loved, spoiled and protected. You were still so young that you didn't really worry about the fact that there were these strange people calling themselves your daddies and siblings for longer than a month or two, after that, you accepted your new situation. You enjoyed the attention, loved playing with Eri, dressing up with Yamada, taking naps with Aizawa and getting told stories by Shinsou. Your new life was happy and joyful and you didn't even notice how protective and obsessive your new family was. Leaving the castle wasn't an option anymore - which you didn't worry about too much given how big the castle felt to you - and neither was being alone. There was always one of them with you unless you were sleeping, and even then someone was close to you, close enough to race to you when they heard the difference in breathing patterns of you waking up.

Upon multiple protective measures, it was Shinsou who took it into his hands to tell you stories that made you scared of being alone and leaving the safety of your home - it hurt him to see you so scared, but the feeling of having you run into his arms for comfort when you were afraid of a shadow outside of the window, made it all worth it. Only once you started seeing evil in anything outside and started fearing things around you once you were alone did he tone it down a bit, knowing that he would not have to worry about you leaving them for the time being. His parents had claimed that it wasn't necessary since someone was with you at all times, but they didn't intervene when he started so he assumed they were fine with it.

Aizawa and Yamada loved having your young innocent around them, it reminded them that there was still goodness left in the world, but they still decided that they would not turn you until you were old enough to agree to it. They couldn't promise that they'd listen to you even if you didn't agree - already knowing that they could never let you go - but they at least wanted you to have the opportunity to feel like you made the choice on your own.

Of course, there was still your illness. Your family had many connections in the world thanks to their community of vampiric friends so they had access to the top medication and the best doctors and you got all of that. Everything to make sure you were as healthy as possible and relieved of any pain. The only thing that might change the way they had decided your turning would go would be if your condition worsened if there was no chance of healing anymore. Then, turning you would be an immediate reaction. And who knows, maybe them having you being their little toddler for the rest of eternity - never growing and being coddled by them to make sure you stay as innocent as you are now - was the best thing that could happen to you since they had found you at their gate.

N/A: Thank you to @dumpster-dive-reading for the inspiration behind this and thank you all for reading this. If you enjoyed it I'd love to read your thoughts. Tomorrow's entry for Yandere Writetober is going to be 'dagger' and let's just say while I'm not sure yet, I have a very mischievous character in mind for this. See you then ❤️

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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Yandere aizawa family who is aizawa and hisashi ( mic sensei) and shinzo and eri who wont let reader become a hero even tho she is shinzo's twin sis and have the same quirk

Yandere aizawa family who wont let reader have a relationship cuz they might hurt the reader

♡ Your Own Good ♡

(A/N: I have so many platonic yandere requests right now, everyone just wants platonic yandere and I am here for it!! I hope you like, I think erasermic family is a very cute idea 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, child and teen!reader, overprotectiveness, mentions of bullying

Summary: You want to be a hero yet your family refuses (Platonic!Yandere!EraserMic Family x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You slam your bedroom door behind you, crawling into your bed with fat tears rolling down your cheeks. It seemed as if everyone in your family were heros. Both of your fathers were heroes, your brother was a hero in training.

Even your little sister was allowed near heroic stuff yet they all treated you like a child and told you it was to dangerous. You just wanted to be a hero, you just want to help people.

Shouta kneels down next to your bed, gently wiping some tears off of your sleeping face. It’s hard for him not to see you as the small child he saved along with Hitoshi.

He knows that you just want to save people but he’s just so scared that you’re going to be hurt. It makes him feel like a asshole to shut down your dreams, but he wants to keep you safe.

“It’s for their own good, Shouta” Hizashi says from the doorway. Shouta glances up at his husband for a moment.

“I know” he says simply. You had the same quirk as Hitoshi, both you and your brother were heavily bullied because of your quirks. Hitoshi tended to internalize all of the pain from the bullying, instead opting to comfort you when anything would happen.

Hizashi and Shouta still remember you coming home from school sobbing because people called you a villain. They remember you coming home covered in dirt after bullies pushed you down.

They remember you hiding in your room so you wouldn’t have to been seen in public. They even remember you sobbing and telling them you were scared that you were going to end up a villain simply because of your quirk.

After all you’ve been through, how could your family not be overprotective of you? You couldn’t be a hero. You were to fragile. You were to fragile which is why you need your family to protect you.

“They just need to be protected” Shouta mumbles, finally standing up from the side of your bed. You had gotten into a fight with your fathers about how you wanted to become a hero but they refused. So you went to your room, slamming your door and crying yourself to sleep.

“I know, but we’re doing the right thing” Hizashi smile, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. They turn off the light as they leave your room, they’ll have to talk to you later about why they won’t let you become a hero. They’re only isolating you and they’re only prohibiting you from your dreams so that you’re safe.

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#platonic yandere #yandere bnha #yandere aizawa #yandere!aizawa #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere shouta #yandere shouta x reader #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere!hizashi #yandere hizashi x reader #yandere hizashi yamada x reader #yandere eri #yandere eri x reader #yandere shinsou #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere hitoshi shinso

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max-nico · 1 year

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Incorrect quote featuring something my friend just said

Denki: I just spent time finding out how many tiles are on the floor at my job

Denki: it's 1,632

Shinsou: why would you do that?

Denki:

#mha #i have the mic #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shinkami #or it can be platonic that's good too #bakusquad #bnha #bnha incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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weirdthinkingdragon · 1 year

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Welcome To The Family (9/???)

Warnings: unwanted touch, unwanted cuddling, minimal clothing?(not of reader), slight swearing

I’m so freaking conflicted whether or not to leave canon MHA. Found out things that make Mic no longer a comfort character for me, and just losing interest altogether of MHA. I should also mention if it isn’t clear: erasermic sees you romantic, other 2 platonic. You’re also mid 20s.

It was like a stalemate. Time is frozen still. He also glares for a second at Tadao, whom looks like he’s about to pass out where he stands.

Shouta snaps out of it first, grabs his capture weapon, eyes turn red, and hair waves upward. That must be with his quirk.

I just realized I don’t think I’ve ever seen his quirk. It’s so rare that maybe I forgot. Or is it the headache not letting- now’s not the point!

He goes to grab her, but she manages to dodge him and his weapon.

A shiver yet again wracks through my body. “Ugh.”

Shouta stops in his tracks and locks eyes with me. He easily dodges a hit Aiya tries to get on him. Is she really so far out of her mind to try attacking a pro hero???

Like a dance off, every time he tosses his scarf, she dodges. Every swing of fist, foot, or even body, she dodges as well. It’s like she knows his attack patterns down to a T. She tries to hit one back, and he manages to dodge as well.

I’d almost jokingly call it a tango in a way. But with a lot more violence. And that they seem to despise each other’s existences.

Tadao comes back in front of me and kneels, grabbing the cuffs between my hands. “H- here- uh, try to pull them apart while I do the same. Us pulling together should-”

He tenses severely as something comes behind him. Make that someone, who is Shouta.

His glare is murderous. I have to make sure he doesn’t kill Tadao. “Stop!” He’s helping!”

Shouta’s eyes narrow for a moment before he pulls out a knife. Tadao freezes fully and lets out the most girlish shriek I’ve ever heard from a man as the blade swipes down onto the center of my cuffs between his hands. The blade missing his hands by mere millimeters and breaking the chain before continuing fighting Aiya.

Tadao scrambles to stand back up. He stands up with his back so tense he could be even more straight than a needle.

A strange, yet familiar faint smell hits my nose. Did he just?...

His face is extremely red, even in the dim lighting. His hands cover his face. “Not a word… ever, please.”

“Can you focus on my tied up feet instead, then?” I may as well not tease him, especially because of the situation right now.

Shouta manages to finally crack a hit onto Aiya’s face. It makes her more angry.

Tadao at the same time reaches down and tries to mold the ropes. It’s slowly taking over, but not nearly fast enough.

“How the hell did you even find us!?” She dodges another swing he tries to make. He almost seems more intent on trying to seriously harm her more than capture her. “We covered all our tracks! Sure, we could have been farther from your house, but still! It hasn’t even been an hour!”

Shouta remains silent, and stays silent through every insult she throws at him. Even the ones including how he stole Hizashi.

She lets loose another punch, this time Shouta catching her hand.

He quickly wraps her wrist much more tightly and excessively than needed, then pulls her to him. He swings his leg to be behind hers, and makes her legs buckle by hitting the back of her knees. She loses balance and falls to her knees. He doesn’t wait a second to wrap her up with more of his scarf so tightly to the point it almost seems like she can’t breathe. He then pulls out a phone and calls someone on a phone I didn’t realize he had until now.

“The suspected abandoned wearhouse. Ex-hero assistant BodyFrost,” his smirk widens as he yanks the binds to tighten it more before releasing it back to the way it was.

“I’m… going to go. He looks like he’s going to kill me still.” Tadao whispers to me, booking it up the stairs and out the door.

Shouta thankfully doesn’t go after him. He does however walk over to the- why the necklace?

He picks it up and walks back over to me. He pulls out the blade again and easily cuts the half-molded ropes binding my ankles.

He stays still for a second, staring into my eyes, then hugs me bone-crushingly tight. The warmth seeping through his outfit is extremely hard to resist not trying to give into. He stills, seeming to notice my abnormally cold body. He pulls away just enough to lock eyes with me. His face so grossly close I could feel his still rather even breath. His eyes narrow. “Did she use her quirk on you!?”

I slightly nod as a shiver wracks my body again.

“FUCK,” he whips his head towards her and glares at her. She glares back.

He takes a breath in and sighs. He passes me the necklace, making me so utterly confused. It really shouldn’t be this important. He reaches for me and picks me up effortlessly into a princess carry.

“She’s lucky I can’t kill her.” He says so quietly that almost not even I could hear him say it.

… What???

He ignores my expression. He goes up the stairs with me and gives her another glare before we left as the sound of other people arrived.

I fiddle with the necklace, trying to forget his body against mine. Being so pressed up I can feel the curve and bulge of each muscle- stop mind!!!

My hand felt a fairly sharp edge sticking out.

I turn it to the side. There was a fairly large crack. I look closer and something that doesn’t seem to be part of the jewel sticking out. I manage to grab it and pull it out, realizing what it was immediately. Ice cold fear floods through my body to the point I’m pretty sure it’s not just the quirk making me shiver. “You… You put a tracker in the necklace!?”

Shouta grunts in confirmation, moving to a sprint and easily keeping the pace. He looks down at me and then glances at the chip that is now in my hand, then back forward. The lights on the streets showing up temporarily as we pass them. “It’s a good fucking thing we did! You have ANY idea what could have happened if we didn’t!?

I’ve never heard him so angry and it terrifies- yet it also greatly pisses me off. They could have at least told me! I would have willingly then if it was such a concern! Or maybe something simpler so it wouldn’t be such a blaring red flag to wear! No wonder they’ve been freaking out so badly over a fucking necklace!

Ugh, I seriously should have known with their obsession over the damn thing. Should I drop it?

You know what? I’m going to drop it. Fuck both parties for lying. Fuck being kidnapped. Fuck getting a stupid quirk used on me. Man, I’m so exhausted from all this.

I open my hands and just let them fall onto my stomach, then falling to the ground from Shouta’s running. “Oops.” I say “genuinely”. Though not feeling remorseful even the slightest bit.

He looks down to give me a slight glare, but looks back up again after a second. “It was already damaged anyways. That’s how we knew even faster than we would have. It was set off while I was already in this direction to start my parole for the night. It’s already been over half an hour since you left.”

Sure hasn’t felt that long. Then again maybe the head pain is a part of it.

It doesn’t take too long for us to get back to their house, though I desperately wish he’d just drop me off at my house. I know that’s out of the question however from how tightly he’s holding me.

Shouta somehow manages to open the door without even placing me down. Hitoshi is sitting in the living room and stares at us when we get into the house. Most of the lights are off except for the T.V.

Hitoshi stands up and takes a step closer. “You managed to get them?” He asks in a rather hushed tone. Eri must be sleeping already.

“A certain nuisance is the one who kidnapped them. Her quirk was lightly used, so Hizashi and I are going to keep a very close eye on them.”

Hitoshi’s face morphs into one with more concern than he tries to let on. “Will she try to come back?”

Shouta shakes his head. “Fortunately, she was caught.” He didn’t say anything, yet they kept staring at each other as if having a whole conversation without words again. I seriously question how they’re able to do that.

“Just don’t stay up too late again.”

“I’m not making any promises.”

Shouta narrows his eyes. “I will not have you sleeping in class again. We have those medications for you for a reason to help with your insomnia.”

Hitoshi quirks a brow. “You’re really going to talk about sleeping in class?”

Shouta just turns and starts heading towards- wait, his and Hizashi’s room!? I start to squirm, making him tighten his grip. “You’re not getting out of this. Like I was telling Hitoshi, we need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t get worse. We have a couch in there if anything like this were to happen.”

Liar. I know I would have remembered seeing a couch in your guys’ room at some point.

He opens their bedroom door, and closes it with his foot. The light is still on in the room, and it doesn’t take long for Hizashi to notice. Worry laces his face upon locking onto my body.

I refuse to meet eyes with him and look around the room.

Oh. There really is a couch in here. Huh, wonder when that was added.

“What happened to our sweet Lovesong? Are they injured? Nothing’s broken right? Should I get the med kit!?” He’s rather frantic, but is noticeably trying hard not to be too loud. Did they really put Eri to bed already?

Shouta shakes his head. “No. Like I just told Hitoshi, Aiya got a hold of them.

His silence with nothing but a glare is honestly terrifying on a whole different level. “What?”

His quiet is so much worse than his loud. Like the silence before the storm. Except it feels like the storm skips right over you and destroys everything of your neighbor.

“She has used her quirk on them, so we need to keep a very close eye to make sure it doesn’t get worse.”

Hizashi goes into his thoughts, and I don’t like the mischievous glint that appears in his eyes.

“I have the best idea! You could share the bed with us! That way we can keep you warmer too!”

I internally recoil at the thought of that. Sleeping with a married couple? Specifically even a hero couple? Fuck. No. That’s just awkward and incredibly weird! Why would they even recommend that!? He must not be thinking! I look up at Shouta, who is still carrying me. My face is pleading him to get some sense into Hizashi, but he stayed surprisingly quiet about it, as if actually pondering the idea.

“It could be the best idea in your state. Until the quirk wears off and your body can generate heat normally again.”

… Am I hearing Shouta right? He’s… AGREEING to this!?

I get placed onto the bed in front of Hizashi, and he doesn’t waste even a second before yanking me back to be pressed up on- oh my god he’s shirtless and I’m pretty sure he isn’t wearing pants. I feel the heat of his legs touch mine. He wraps his arms around me as well. Gross, gross, gross, stop touching! Let me go!

I start trying to squirm, but Hizashi is surprisingly strong, preventing me from moving much.

His warmth is making it really hard to want to get away. Even more than with Shouta earlier.

Shouta takes off everything but his boxers and gets into the bed as well. My face feels like it’s on fire. He quickly shuffles to be on top of me and puts a hand on my mouth before I could scream at them to let me go.

“Shhh, you don’t want to wake Eri now, right?”

Hizashi nuzzles his head into my neck. His small facial hair slightly tickling,

A strong part of me says it doesn’t matter. That she wouldn’t do anything. Another part of me hopes if I did yell, she’d see and be upset by them or even me ruining their parent’s time together. With the hand covering my mouth though, it’s impossible.

Tired… their warmth makes me so tired. My body too quickly stops struggling. It gives Shouta the time to also have an arm wrap around my body. The other staying close to my mouth to make sure I don’t wake Eri though.

“That’s it, dear Lovesong. We won’t let you get taken again. See your lovely face in the morning.”

This makes me decide I’m going to resign. I’m done.

#yandere mha x reader #yandere mha #yandere x reader #yandere present mic x reader #yandere present mic #yandere hizashi yamada x reader #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere shouta aizawa x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #welcome to the family #platonic yandere shinsou x reader #platonic yandere hitoshi x reader #yandere eraserhead #yandere eraserhead x reader #platonic eri x reader #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader

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dqllzdqys · 2 years

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• MHA pro heroes and how they met you / reader <3 •

Okay, so, plz request things, I need ideas for content :'). Requests are allowed just about anything thats, 1. Legal 2. Consensual and 3. That I'm comfy writing.

This part contains Hizashi Yamada & Aizawa Shouta.

This is how Bnha pro heroes met GN!Student!Reader :))

Nonbinary/gender fluid/ gender neutral Student reader. (platonic)

• Hizashi Yamada ° Presentation Michael.

You met him on the first day, you were walking with a kid you went to middle school with when he ran right into you while turning a corner.

"Oh shi- shoooot... Aha, you okay little listener?" He asked, reaching his hand out to help you up. You take it and he pulls you up with ease. "Yup! I'm okay! How about you, hope you didn't get hurt" you said. "I am A-Okay little listener! Anyways, yo ha go, hope to see ya soon!!" He says speed Walker by down the hall.

You did indeed see him again. He came in during the end of 3rd, you believe, period.

"SHOUTAAAA!!!!!!!" he yells making you wince slightly. "OH! Sorry little listener. Hope your okey, again, haha!!" He says in a softer tone. You nod and continue drawing/reading/writing. "Mic, what do you need." your homeroom teacher says, err, asks (?) Monotone in his voice. Yamada-sensei walks closer to his desk. "I met the cutest little listener earlier, so polite aswell!" He says, too quiet for you to hear if you had been listening. "okay?" Aizawa-sensei replies. "and, I was hoping to yk..maybe....read their file with you??" Aizawa groans.

He ended up convincing Aizawa to read it with him.

He gets you small gifts whenever you get top test score, or do the best in training that week.

Normally its a ring or neckless, but he's gotten you a few bracelets by second year.

Nemuri calls him "Dadmic" whenever they talk about you in the teachers lounge.

• Aizawa Shouta ° Erasurehead.

• you met during the Sports festival, surprisingly, you and shinsou, aka your best friend were against each other and they had to call a tie between you two.

• You throw a punch to his nose and he almost immediately kicks your ribs. you kick his leg and he falls a bit, you go to use your quirk but he's back up. He throws a punch and your pretty sure your nose broke. "L/N how much do you hate [bad person / bad parents name] ?" He asks, you stay silent. "Hm.. Getting smarter aye?" You still stay silent. He attacks again and your sure you and his hands are busted. Its more a street fight at this point. You throw a kick and he stumbles. He gets back his stance and kicks your side again.

•this went on for like, another ten minutes before Mic yelled out.

• "OKAY LITTLE LISTENERS, ITS A TIE, LETS NOT KILL EACHOTHER, HAHA!" He yells out. you sigh in relief. "Good one hito" you say walking off to recovery girl, him following behind you. "thanks n/n, same to you." He replies.

• Aizawa walks up to you and shin after your in civilian clothes and walking to the gate.

• "Hey, N/N wanna go get coffee at the Cate cafe?" Hitoshi asks. "Oh, which one? Kitty frappes??" "Yeah, or we could go downtown to meowing maids to see snowflake. Either is fine." He replies. "L/N. Shinsou." You hear a gruff voice say from behind you. "Hey Monona we were- ...uuhm, hi?" Hitoshi says to the person. "Uuuhhh, hello??? You need something?" You ask. "Yes, I'd like to ask if you'd want me to be both yours, and shinsous mentor." Your eyes open slightly wider. "y- woah.. Wait. You as in pro hero Erasurehead wanna train the 'villains' of class 1-b?" Shinsou asks in shock. "Yes." Erasurehead says. "Oh my god... Oh my god. N/n. N/N. BROO..." Hitoshi says in shock. "Uuhh, yeah uh, yeah.. Mr. Uh, Erasurehead uh, me and toshi would love that." You reply still shook.

•thats how you and hitoshi ended Up outside the 1-a doors on a fine Monday morning.

AAAAA THIS IS SO FLUFFY, I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS <333

Btw, thanks for all the support on our last post !!!! I'm so exited RN ur all so sweet !!

Anyways, I won't rant for long, just drink water and eat something if you haven't <3

Akiia

#Bnha #Aizawa Shouta #Eraserhead #Hizashi Yamada #Present Mic #MHA #Anime #How they met you #Dadzawa #Dadmic #Platonic Aizawa x reader #Shinsou is in the Aizawa one #Platonic Hizashi Yamada x reader #platonic x reader #familial relationships

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lilsoftsuccubus · 8 months

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Part 1 of 5

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. You and Todoroki haven’t eaten since lunch. Luckily there’s a convenience store close by the school. Only, it’s way past curfew and the school is filled with villain-catching security.

Pairing: Todoroki x General Reader (Reader also talks with Shinsou a bit)

Warning(s): Lots of mention of food, hunger. (Reader is fucking hungry okay can you blame them?)

Note: The relationship between reader and Todoroki can be interpreted as platonic or romantic, whichever. This is for my readers who also just want a bestie in crime.

Again constructive criticism is welcomed. I had this in my drafts FOREVER and decided to might as well finish it. Please enjoy!

“Y/N, you’re blocking the view.”

The familiar monotone voice behind you doesn't catch your attention. Your eyes were glued to the show playing on the laptop. The futon was way more comfortable than you expected.

1:34 AM, a school night.

You decided to pay Shoto a visit and somehow never left. Not that he minds. In past conversations, he declared that he prefers to be with you because he felt content.

It’s a normal sight to see either of you entering each other’s dorms or sitting together in the common room or kicking each other’s asses during training (Kirishima is convinced one day that you’ll become a kebab but you ain’t weak lol). You’ve somehow gotten close to him since the beginning of the year, yet it wasn’t easy.

“Y/N.” He raised his voice a little higher, which finally got you.

“Oh, sorry” you quickly replied and moved. “This series is interesting.”

“It’s a genre you typically don’t watch.”

“You don’t watch this sort of stuff either”

“Mhm” he hummed.

The sliding doors to the balcony were open, letting the both of you have a peek at the forestry night. An occasional breeze would come in and the crickets chirped quieter tonight. The laptop was the only source of light in the room and started to strain your eyes.

Your head turned to Shoto’s dresser and onto the ikebana flowers on it. You’ve always admired it every time you came. Little drabbles of the day came to mind when you looked at it.

“Sero challenged me earlier.” you broke the silence.

“After the whole chips incident he declared that if he wins, I would have to buy any snack he requests for a week. But if I win, then he would have to do the same. Don’t know about you but I think-”

You turn your head to see the unconscious boy on the futon.

“What the fuck, Shoto.”

The blanket was under him. You can’t blame him though, Aizawa wasn’t merciful with the training regiment this morning. Still, you weren’t sleepy, or rather, you refuse to sleep.

Suddenly, familiar feeling that greets you too often.

GUUUUUUURGLE

You’re hungry.

Now this wouldn’t be a problem, if a certain red-haired boy didn’t devour the whole kitchen during dinner time. Leaving no leftovers for the rest of the class. You found this out the hard way.

So you brainstorm for a bit.

Asking people for food at this hour is pointless, you could ask Shinsou but it’s most likely that he would just eat it in front of you. You could cook but you didn’t feel like it.

So that leaves…getting it yourself.

Fortunately for you, there’s a convenience store very close to the school.

Unfortunately for you, in order to go there you would have to sneak past the prison fortress of what you call a school. Full of security bots, cameras, a lurking Hounddog, and a gate.

And who are you to not enjoy some adventure?

You crawled up to Shoto's face. You’ve always found it endearing because it’s like he’s at complete ease, without worry, without stress, without anything.

And it’s fun to disturb it.

You cupped his face and shook it a bit.

“Hey. Sho. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wake up. Wake uuuuuup. Shotoooooo.”

He opened his eyes slightly in annoyance.

“Y/N, we need to sleep. We have school…” he grumbled.

“Let’s sneak out.” you confidently suggested.

His body rose from the dead, as he rubbed his groggy eyes and gazed into yours.

“What?”

“I’m hungry! There’s nothing in the kitchen so let’s go to the convenience store close by.”

He took a moment to process what came out of your mouth and began to adjust his sleeping position.

“We’ll get in trouble. Midoriya and Bakugo made everyone on high alert. You can sleep the hunger away till breakfast.”

He extended his arms towards you. However, you were persistent.

“Come on, I haven’t eaten anything since lunch. There’s no way I can sleep it off. The store is really close too.” You whined.

“Even if we tried, it would be difficult to not get caught. They added more security thanks to those two. It’s pointless.” He mumbled.

“You didn’t eat anything either.”

“Because you distracted me,” he quickly replied.

You shivered a bit from the breeze making him stand up to go close the doors. You watched from the floor.

“I’m going regardless,”

He stopped and stared as you closed the laptop and got off the futon.

“You can wait here. If anything happens, I’ll text you. I’m gonna go to my dorm and get some things. Be right back.” You added.

You didn’t let him reply or think. Immediately leaving the room, you went straight for the elevator, pressed the down button then waited, leaving you time to think of a plan.

All that was left were the dings of the elevator.

Maybe it is stupid.

There’s a lot of security making it almost impossible to enter AND leave. If a villain can’t get past it, what makes you think that you can? Plus, Hound Dog has an incredible sense of smell. To add to the fire, those two idiots had to spar after curfew, so everyone’s on extra guard.

There has to be a way though. Your stomach is depending on it. Like the saying goes, if there’s a will, there’s a way.

Finally, the doors slide open.

The sounds of dripping water filled the silence. You decided that getting some water from the kitchen would be ideal.

You got everything you needed:

Your phone

The Hoodie you wear religiously

Money

Extra clothes

Backpack

Water bottle

You figured that you would have to mask your scent and blend in with your surroundings, which means rubbing dirt on yourself. So extra clothes are a must.

But your real problem is the gate. Using your student card will alert the other teachers, and going through without a card is impossible, so that leaves using an administration card, but there’s no way you could find one so easily. Even if you sneak through everything, the gate is almost a guaranteed bust.

Your eyes wandered to the small puddle in the sink. Your distorted reflection greets you.

DRIP

Food.

DRIP

You desperately need food.

DRIP

You need to get out.

DRIP

The convenience store has it all.

DRIP

Food.

DRIP

“Leaving so soon?”

The voice startled you, and before you was none other than Hitoshi Shinsou.

“Hey.” you quietly responded.

It’s not uncommon to see him come down during witch hours. The man never sleeps. He was in his casual pajamas, holding a dirty plate. From looking at the crumbs it could’ve been tonight’s dessert.

“Where are you going so late?” He asked.

Seems harmless to tell him, better to have at least one person looking out for you than a sleepy Shoto.

“I didn’t eat dinner so I’m going to the convenience store close by.”

His face looked as if he’d been running on 3 hours of sleep, nothing new of course. He lifted his eyebrow in response as if you said something stupid.

“You do know that UA is packed with security right?”

“Yes, I’m aware.” you grumbled.

“Then I assume you have a way past the entrance?” he added.

Nope. Your face said it all.

He tilted his head a bit and glanced at the sink.

“I’m good at stealth, so sneaking past the bots and Hound Dog won’t be a problem. The gate…ehh… I’ll find a way.” You quickly explain.

“And you’re going alone?”

“Well…I’m hoping that Shoto will come but I doubt it.”

He stared at you for a bit, doing his nervous habit of putting his hand behind his head, almost as if he’s pondering. Analyzing you.

The silence took over for the next few seconds.

“I know a way you can get out.” His gaze returned to you.

“But in one condition, well two actually. You get me some things there and Aizawa never finds out I gave this to you”

He reached for his pocket while he got closer to you.

Shifted to your height, and raised his hand directly to your face.

Finally seeing what he was talking about, you saw what lies between his fingers.

An administration card.

You stared in awe and pure confusion. Have the gods heard your wishes?

Wait…

“How do you have that?! DID YOU STEAL IT?!” you whispered.

“No. Sensei gave it to me to help with getting to school early and all that, but this stays between us. It has to be in my hands the moment you come back. So…don’t fuck this up for me.”

He gestured the card to you.

Hesitantly, you took it and inspected it.

Then you smirked.

“Know what you want then?”

You felt a bit guilty leaving Shoto abruptly. His door was unlocked, so you didn’t bother knocking. He probably fell asleep so why annoy him more?

Turning the knob slowly you hoped to not make a disturbance. You only got a few hours to complete this mission before everyone wakes up. Shinsou gave you a piece of paper of the things he wanted, you’re paying of course. Closing the door slowly, you turned around to be greeted with a twist.

The lamp is lit.

The futon, neatly made.

The balcony, still open.

And Shoto on his knees rummaging through his backpack, dressed in dark clothes.

He noticed you for a moment and went back to his bag.

“I’m not letting you go alone, it’s reckless.” He finally spoke.

You couldn’t help but let out the biggest smile, and a sense of relief.

“Are you sure? If we do this and get caught, sensei won’t be happy.” You warned.

He smiled.

“Not the first time one of us did something reckless, is it?”

Always a valuable sight to see him smile.

“Well then…don’t need to worry about the gate anymore.” You informed him.

“What do you mean?” He tilt his head.

You showed him the card, changing his expression.

“Where did you get that Y/N?” His tone now stern and concern.

“Shinsou.” You wave the card. “I ran into him in the kitchen and told him what we’re doing. He only gave me this so that he can get some stuff too.”

“And why does he have an administration card?” Shoto continued.

“That’s classified. But he didn’t steal it if that’s what you're worried about. I’m supposed to give it right back when we’re done.”

He nodded with a deadpan expression. Then averted his eyes to the ground.

You couldn’t help but be really happy that you’re not going alone.

“Hey Shoto?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks”

He stayed silent but gave a nod.

His face was stoic but he felt endeared.

It reminded you of something.

You were walking to school when you saw Shoto in the distance invested on his phone, so as an honorary person of Shoto’s you thought that it was your duty to tackle him to the ground with a hug.

It backfired instantly.

You startled and activated his quirk which led to you becoming a popsicle. It wasn’t a fun time.

But it was okay, he felt extremely guilty after that. (He took you to an expensive restaurant.) That’s when you learned to always ask before hugging him (or tackle him).

Now it’s a lighthearted memory you cherish.

ZIP

You snapped back from your thoughts when you heard his bag close.

“What made you change your mind?” You pondered.

“Oh. I got hungry.”

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i have hockey brainrot rn bc my home team is on an inexplicable win streak so here’s my hcs abt who plays what:

- Izuku: absolutely a power forward, specifically a winger. he’s got the speed to be a playmaker and the brawn to board the fuck out of anyone who crosses a line. has absolutely lost a tooth at some point and didn’t start playing until high school. started out as a center but switched out quickly once he figured out a bit more abt position responsibilities and general dynamics w his teammates. prodigy who quickly gains momentum and is signed to an immediate multi year entry level contract.

-Katsuki: been playing since he could walk. grew up on the rink and is a dynamic offensive player. a grinder who picks fights more often than normal but varies between center and winger (bc u know him and deku are the ultimate enforcers). always down to drop his gloves and a playmaker who always makes sure he deserves the C on his jersey.

- Todoroki: legacy player who was raised in method clinics and skills labs. his strength lies in his speed so breakaways are his bread and butter. consistent center despite a bit of a confrontational streak during certain rivalry games. rarely throws gloves but when he does…whatever idiot picked a fight is absolutely skating off spitting chiclets.

- Kiri: easiest answer on the board is absolutely a goalie and no one can tell me otherwise. his save percentage is immaculate bc shots against never goes into the double digits but that doesn’t mean he’s afraid to rock someone’s shit. you know the “touch my goalie and i’ll smash ur face in” rule? yeah not with kiri. mans fights his own battles and wins.

- Denki: I’m really tempted to call him a center but I think he’d prefer to leave face offs out of his repertoire. Consistent with assists bc he’s basically telepathic when it comes to structured plays. chirpy as all fuck and no one can tell me otherwise.

-Sero: general forward, like denki is consistent w assists but unafraid to make plays if he’s in the position to do so. not a fighter, prefers to outplay his opponents w long range slapshots and calculated blue line shots

-Iida: defenseman for sure. he’s got the speed for sure but you wrap that speed up with a bow made of precise hits and snipe assists? fuckin MINT.

-Shouji: another goalie who consistently saves the most absurd shots. I’m talking like a full net kind of guy, sure but also comes out as a bruiser when it’s needed

-Shinsou: winger and a reliable go between. absolutely vicious w his chirps and a bit of a bruiser as well.

I have thoughts on the pros as well but i’m tired as shit so this is all i’ve got for now. :|

#hockey au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kirishima headcanon #bnha headcannons #mha headcanons #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #platonic bkdk #shinsou headcanons #shinsou hitoshi #denki kaminari #hanta sero #shouji mezou #headcanon

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kywaslost · 2 years

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A/N: I don’t know what this is, to be honest. It was going to be self-harm comfort, because these past few weeks have been extremely hard for me, but I just kept writing and it turned into this. Idk, I’m just really craving some Shinsou comfort right about now. If you’ve been keeping track of my other posts, I’ve been having a super hard time right now with the loss of a teacher that meant the world to me, so I’ve been super scatterbrained while writing. I’m sorry for the monstrosity this has become.

Also, it’s platonic. Shinsou and Reader are adopted siblings. They become close, so that’s why I wrote it this way.

Warnings: self-harm, mentions of abusive family, nightmares

You were the newest addition to the Yamada-Aizawa family. Aizawa brought you home after rescuing you from your abusive family, and you were incredibly shy. Luckily, your new family understood it. Aizawa quickly discovered your social anxiety and sat with you all night after a patrol on his couch. You wouldn’t leave his side, and he understood. He let you curl up next to him, lean against him, and hold his hand when you got too anxious. He even slept out there with you the first few nights when you were too afraid to sleep in the room Hizashi and Shinsou put together for you.

But the time came when Aizawa had to go back on patrols, and Hizashi had to go back to his radio show. The two men wanted you to feel comfortable in their home, especially during the night, so they introduced you to Shinsou. You’d met him on your first night in, and had seen him around during the next few days, but you never spoke to him. Not until Aizawa and Hizashi sat the two of you down together.

It was a calm afternoon. Hizashi was putting groceries away in the kitchen as well as starting dinner. Shinsou was sitting in the armchair playing on his switch, and you were curled into Aizawa’s side reading a book, one of the few belongings you brought with you to this new home. Aizawa was working on lesson plans for the upcoming school year, occasionally scratching your head lightly.

After 20 minutes of everyone doing their own thing, Shinsou rolled off of the chair and onto the floor, turning his switch off in the process. Aizawa chuckled at him, asking, “What was that?” The purple-haired boy shrugged, reaching out to pet one of the cats that rushed over to him. He sat there a moment before standing, brushing the dirt and cat hair off of himself.

“I’m getting a drink,” he stated, then turned to you. “Would you like something, Y/N?” You stopped reading and looked up at him slowly. This is the first time he’d spoken to you.

Water, you signed. Aizawa and Hizashi made it clear that everyone in the house knew JSL since Hizashi was slowly going deaf and didn’t always have his hearing aids in, and Hitoshi went through periods of time where he’d go mute, so JSL was a major form of communication in this house. You didn’t know much, but Hizashi was slowly teaching you how to say certain things.

Shinsou smiled, nodding as he left the living room. He returned a minute later with a bottle of water and a glass of soda, plopping down on the couch beside you. He set his glass down on the coffee table, then handed you your water. He offered a small smile as you took the beverage, then reached for the tv remote. He flipped through the channels, searching for something to watch. Eventually, he gave up and began looking through the several streaming services they had.

“What do you want to watch Y/N?” he asked, turning to you. You looked up from your book, and Hitoshi caught a glimpse of what you were reading. “Dear Evan Hansen? I love that book!” he beamed, moving to sit cross-legged to face you. “Have you read it before? Or seen the movie?”

You flinched slightly at his outburst and Aizawa began scratching your head again, side-eyeing the two of you. He didn’t want you to get too panicky.

You sat in silence before nodding, mouth opening slightly as if you wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Both,” you muttered quietly.

You didn’t notice, but Hizashi had stopped preparing dinner and was standing at the entrance of the living room, absolutely beaming. He shared a smile with Aizawa. You had said maybe two words in the few days you’d been there. They knew it’d be a process, but nevertheless, they were so excited when you finally used your voice.

Hitoshi didn’t show it, but he was excited too. He’d been watching you the past few days, seeing how you’d react to certain things. He was preparing himself to talk to you. He wanted you to be comfortable around him, so he sat back for a while. Now you’re talking to him. You didn’t even talk to Hizashi!

“That’s awesome!” he smiled. “We should totally watch it again together!”

“Well, Hizashi and I will be returning to patrol tonight,” Shouta commented. “You could do it tonight if you’d like.”

“Yeah!” Mic chimed in. “You can make a fort! Or just a massive pile of blankets and pillows! I just bought popcorn too.”

Hitoshi turned to you with a massive smile. “What do you say?”

You smiled too, offering a small nod.

Aizawa and Hizashi were beyond grateful for their son. They were afraid of how he’d feel gaining a sister, and even more afraid of how she’d feel around them all. So when Hizashi and Aizawa left for patrol that first night, they pulled Hizashi away for a special talk.

“Stay with her,” Hizashi instructed.

“And if something goes wrong, call us immediately,” Aizawa continued. “She’s been having nightmares, and doesn’t sleep easily, so if she falls asleep I’d feel more comfortable if you’d stay with her.”

“Dad, papa,” Hizashi smiled. “I think I’ve got it. I was once her, ya know.” Aizawa and Hizshi ruffled the boy’s hair and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead.

“We’ll be back in the morning.”

Hitoshi saw the two men out the door before returning to you, who was curled up in the corner of a couch. “Would you like to help me make a nest of blankets?” he asked kindly. “I know where the softest blankets are.” You nodded hesitantly, standing up. Hitoshi smiled. “Great! Let’s go!” He reached a hand out to you. “Would you feel more comfortable if you held my hand?” You looked at him, and then his hand.

“Please?” your voice was soft. You took his hand and let him let you deeper into the house. He led you into a bedroom. The walls were a light gray, and it was somewhat bare.

“This is your room,” Shinsou stated. “We put a lot of soft blankets in the closet for if you’d ever need them.” He turned to you. “This room is ready for you when you are. I know we’ve already shown you around, but my room is right across the hall, and Dad and Pops’ room is at the end of the hall.” Shinsou opened the closet and pulled out an armful of blankets. “Could you hold these for me?”

You nodded, taking the blankets from the boy. He then led you across the hall and into his room. You watched as he pulled the blanket off of his bed, then stacked all of his pillows on top of each other to carry to the living room. You followed him, and helped him set up in the living room. When the two of you finished setting up, you settled in the giant fluff pile. Hotishi returned with snacks, popcorn, and water.

2 hours and 17 minutes later and you and Hitoshi both were in tears. Used tissues were flowing out of a nearby trash can. You took in the sight and giggled. Shinsou looked at you in shock. In the time you’d spent here, you hadn’t laughed. It caused him to smile.

“Thanks for agreeing to watch this with me,” he said gently. He looked down and hugged the cat that had been sitting in his lap for almost the entire movie. “I know it’s scary, suddenly moving to a nontoxic environment after being in one for so long, but I think you’ll really like it here. Dad and pops love you.”

He heard a sniffle, and shot his head up in worry. You were crying harder now, and something told him it wasn’t because of the movie. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories or anything-” He was cut off when you hesitantly held out a hand. Shinsou started at it for a second before smiling gently and taking your hand in his.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your tears away. You took a sip of your glass of water, avoiding Shinsou’s eyes.

“I,” Hitoshi hesitated. “I’ve been through a lot. So if you’re ever struggling, with anything at all, you can talk to me. If you’re too scared to go to dad or pops, you can come to me.”

“Hug?” he almost didn’t hear you. But he did. And he opened his arms, pulling you against him. The two of you sat there for who knows how long. The only reason Hitoshi moved was because your weight depended on him fully. He peered around your head to see you passed out on him. He smiled softly and leaned back to make you even more comfortable.

From then on, you stuck more to Shinsou instead of Aizawa. You’d sit next to him during dinner, and stay by his side when he’d hang out in the living room. He even got you to finally sleep in your own room by sitting with you until you fell asleep, and then he’d head to his room. The only thing you asked was that he left his door cracked open, as well as your own. He was happy to do so if it made you comfortable.

One night in particular, he had just stepped into his own room after you had fallen asleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and it all piled up and he was ready to knock out and sleep for a week. Hitoshi flopped onto his bed, crawling under the covers and burying his face into his pillow. He was nearly asleep when his door creaked open, and he poked his head out from the covers to see one of the cats. He sighed and went back to sleep.

You woke up several hours later in a cold sweat, tears dripping down your face. You couldn’t breathe, and your whole body shook. You inhaled sharply, trying to comprehend what was going on. You looked around. You were in your bedroom. The door was left open, like you asked. You could see the purple LED lights coming from Shinsou’s open door, and jumped out of bed. Aizawa and Hizashi were out on patrol, and you really didn’t want to be alone right now. You tripped over your blanket, falling onto the bed. You kicked the fabric off of you and bolted across the hallway.

Shinsou was dead asleep in his bed, a cat resting on his chest. It stood up at your entrance and made its way over to you, meowing. You kept your attention on Shinsou and noticed that he had headphones in.

Your breathing hadn’t settled and it was getting harder to stand upright. The world was moving around you, and you braced yourself on the side of the boy’s bed. Your added weight caused Hitoshi to stir, pulling his headphone out of his ears. It allowed him to hear your struggling breathing, waking him up. He opened his eyes groggily, looking around his room. His eyes settled on you in your panicked state, and he immediately moved. Shinsou sat up and moved closer to you on the bed.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked groggily, but still panicked. He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, but stopped himself. What if you didn’t want to be touched? He didn’t get the chance to ask though, because suddenly you were pressed against his chest, tears soaking his shirt. Hitoshi quickly wrapped his arms around you, rocking you side to side. The cat that was once laying on top of him now sat beside the two of you, rubbing its head against Shinsou’s arm.

He let you calm down before speaking again, pushing tear-drenched hair away from your eyes. “What’s got you all worked up?” he asked calmly. You tried to speak but you only choked over your own breaths, causing you to panic again. Shinsou gently took your hands in his and lifted them up. “You can sign, too. Remember what pops taught you?” You nodded your head and wiped at your eyes.

Night Terror, you signed. Really bad.

“Oh,” he replied. “I’m sorry. I get them really bad, too.” He stood up from his spot on the bed. “Can you walk?” When you nodded, he led you out into the living room, grabbing his blanket along the way. He sat you down on the couch and tossed his blanket onto you. “Tea and TV helps me come back down to earth,” he smiled gently. “I’ll be back.”

True to his word, he returned a few minutes later with two cups of warm tea, handing one to you as he sat down beside you. Shinsou turned on the tv, then opened Netflix. “I usually turn on anime,” he said. “One that I’ve seen before, so I don’t miss anything if I fall asleep. What ones have you seen before?”

You pointed to the tv, then held up the number 2.

“Demon Slayer,” Shinsou smiled. “Good taste! I’ll turn that one on then.”

The two of you continued to sit in silence as the show started. As it went on you leaned more and more into Shinsou’s side, slowly calming down. The panic attack/nightmare took a lot out of you and it was catching up to you. You don’t remember much after that.

A month or so passed and you had adjusted well to your new home. You learned that Aizawa, Hizashi, and Hitoshi all loved you, and were willing to help you through everything. You knew that, but you still refused to ask for help in certain situations.

Your old parents had tried reaching out to you. You didn’t want to open their messages, but did so. You had gotten a new phone number, but your email was still the same. You saw several emails from both your mother and father, and the little preview made your heart drop. You opened them, reading them slowly. They wanted you back home. They called you names, called you worthless and in need of a lesson.

It was the final line of both emails that scared you the most: We are going to find you, and then we’re going to kill you.

You knew they held no real power, and your new family would protect you, keep you safe. But they couldn’t keep you safe from yourself.

You had a few bad habits from your childhood, ones you wish you could forget. And you had forgotten them when you grew comfortable with your new family. But with these emails, your habits came crashing back at full force.

The clock on the wall read 3:14 a.m.. Hitoshi was the only other person in the house, asleep in his room. It was one of the rare nights where he got a full 8 hours of sleep, and you didn’t want to bother him. You had begun sleeping with your door closed, and so did he. It allowed you to sneak into the bathroom without being caught.

You were leaning against the porcelain sink, hands gripping the edges. Silent tears streamed down your face, pooling at your chin and splattering down into the bowl. You looked down to see thin, red lines along your upper thighs, crying even harder when you added another one, and then another. Your exacto knife slipped out of your hand as you slid to the floor, a sobbing mess. You were sitting on your heels, back bent to bury your face in your knees as you cried. You wanted to scream, to yell and sob as loud as you could.

The door beside you opened slowly and you cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. But it’s too late for that now.

“Y/N?” The voice was soft and concerned. “Wh-” Shinsou cut himself off when he saw the drops of blood near the sink. His eyes drifted over to the bloodied knife not too far away. “Y/N?” his voice was a whisper, shaking with fear. You were still on the floor, sobbing harshly into your knees. The purple-haired boy immediately dropped down in front of you. His breath shook as he thought of what to do. He tried to pull you to a sitting position, but you wouldn’t move.

“Come on Y/N,” he pleaded, beginning to cry. “Look at me, please. Please look at me.” He tried again, and succeeded in pulling you into an upright position. His eyes immediately drifted to your legs, taking in the various red and white lines. They weren’t deep enough to cause any harm, but that didn’t mean they were harmless. They showed just how much you had been hurting.

“Hey,” he cooed softly, moving one hand off of your shoulder and to your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He offered a watery smile. “It’s ok. You’re ok.” He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. One hand held your head against his neck while the other ran up and down your back.

“Don’t tell dad,” you choked out. “Please.”

Shinsou didn’t speak until you had calmed down, leaning on him with all of your weight. He let you lay there, moving you so you were propped up against him but he could still reach under the sink to grab the first aid kit. Hitoshi silently began cleaning the wounds on your legs, holding you just a bit tighter every time you whimpered. He then dressed the wounds to keep them from reopening or getting infected.

“You can come to me, you know,” he said quietly. “I’ve,” he hesitated, “I’ve been here before. I’ve done what you’re doing.”

“Really?” you whimpered.

“Yeah.” Hitoshi sighed. “I didn’t have a really good home life before I was adopted, too. And I did exactly what you’re doing now. Only I did it in my room, and I had lost track of time. Dad and pops came home and pops had come to check and see if I was ok. He does that every night, in case you didn’t know. But he caught me, but in the end I’m grateful he did.” Shinsou’s eyes brimmed with tears again. “I don’t know what lengths I would have gone to if it wasn’t for them helping me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I didn’t mean for you to find me.”

“Hey now,” Hitoshi said softly. “I’m glad I did.” He moves to support your back with one arm as the other slides under your knees. He pulls you close to him as he stands, carrying you to his room. He gently placed you down on his bed. Hitoshi stepped away for a moment, digging through his dresser. He pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, turning around and handing them to you.

“Put these on,” he instructed. “I’m not leaving the room, but I’ll be in the corner.” Hitoshi shifted to face the corner, head leaned against the wall and eyes closed. You giggled slightly before changing into your brother’s clothes. It felt nice to be in something else. You hummed softly to let your brother know you were done, and he sat down beside you on the bed.

“You need to rest,” Shinsou commented. “And I’m not letting you be alone right now. I’d like you to stay here with me, please.”

You didn’t argue, instead offering a nod and nothing else. Shinsou guided you to lay down between him and the wall, laying his weighted blanket over you. He sat in bed, leaning against the wall behind the bed. He turned to you, “I’m not sleeping, but you are. I’m the insomniac in this house.” He huffed out a quiet laugh. He then turned to you and his eyes softened. “Will it bother you if I read?” You shook your head, watching as Shinsou reached to grab a book from beside the bed.

“Good night, Y/N,” he said softly. “I’m right here if you need anything. Always.”

A few minutes passed and although your eyes ached and your head throbbed from your crying, you couldn’t sleep. So you shifted to lay your head on Shinsou’s lap, looking at his book. Shinsou relaxed slightly, and let a hand fall to card through your hair. Within seconds you were out like a light.

There was a knock at the door before it creaked open. Hizashi poked his head into the room, sighing with relief.

“There she is,” he muttered. The man leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. He offered a soft smile to Hitoshi. “Hello, ‘toshi. Can’t sleep?”

The purple-haired boy shook his head, closing his book. “No, something happened,” he said quietly. He looked down to your sleeping form, head still in his lap. He ran his hand through your hair in hopes of keeping you asleep.

“Everything alright?” Mic asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Do I need to call Sho? He’s not off patrol yet.”

Hitoshi shook his head. “I can tell him later, or you can.” His purple eyes shifted from you to his dad. “It’s N/N.”

“Is she ok?” Hizashi asked immediately, sitting on the bed by Hitoshi’s knees. “Was it another night terror? Panic attack?”

Shinsou shook his head again. He then went on to quietly explain the situation, tearing up a bit. He kept his hand running through your hair, calming himself down. Hizashi began to cry as well, looking down at you.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said sorrowfully. “I’ll definitely need to talk to Shouta, and her. See what we need to do to help.” He pushed hair away from your closed eyes. “I hate that she feels this way. That you felt this way.” Hizashi’s green eyes met Shinsou’s. “Are you feeling alright, little listener? Any urges or thoughts?”

“No pops,” Shinsou said with a sad smile. “I’m alright. I’m just concerned for Y/N. I don’t want her to go through what I had to go through.”

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Okay so I read some of your recent stuff.

Whoooo boy I love Yandere Erasermic. Power couple right there- especially once you add Shinsou and Eri to the mix. Arguably they’re all a different type of dangerous, even without their quirks, but with them? You’re absolutely doomed.

Oh, absolutely. You're basically done for. I mean Shinsou alone is basically a powerhouse of Yandere-ness. I mean one answer of you and he has you right where he needs you. 'Come little sibling, our dad's are waiting for us at home.' And then we add Aizawa who has the ability to stop your little 'tantrums' if you have a quirk which could be harmful, and with his status as a pro-hero, he has pretty easy access to quirk-cancelling accessories.

Also in general, Aizawa and Mic are both pro-heroes, with one of them actually having a pretty big reach thanks to his own radio show. So it's safe to say that no one would ever believe you if you came out and claimed the two of them had kidnapped you. Like, are you serious? Two very respected pro-heroes kidnapped you and made you play house with them? Yeah, sure, time to call the psych ward. Don't worry though, from the kindness of their hearts, the two will get you out of the psych ward and get you the help you need (aka. back to playing house with them you go.)

And then there's Eri -sweet, amazing, cute, Eri - how could you look at this adorable, little angel and traumatize her by throwing a tantrum or becoming violent? And while you wouldn't think Eri to actually be a Yandere in herself - I mean she's just a kid, what bad could she do, right? - this little girl can fit so much trauma that having you introduced into her life as a sibling to protect and care for, only for you to try and escape? Well, can you blame her for going a little wild trying to keep you safe?

There's a fanfiction from @lolita-lollipop (whose stories I adore) where Eri panics while the reader is trying to escape and turns them into a literal baby and I absolutely love that idea as like a last resort when none of the punishments, manipulation and tactics get them to come to terms with their reality so go and give that a read if you like this idea.

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1-sasha-stuff-1 · 4 months

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The Hunger Games: The Rise of the Phoenix

A/n:

Sorry I haven't posed on either story; I'll start writing for the other story soon enough. But I hope you enjoy the new chapter for this one!

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Y/n sat quietly in her compartment, the clatter of the train blending with the distant hum of conversations that Effie was having with Mineta.

Gazing out the window, she watched the landscape as they left District 12. The trees merged into a continuous green blur, and her eyes caught sight of a figure, shrouded within the trees.

Sitting up straighter on her bed, she focused on the figure standing behind the tree.

They wore vibrant dresses. The skirt was a cascade of ruffles, boasting hues of raspberry pink, royal blue, and sunflower yellow. The bodice resembled a corset, adorned with a blouse underneath. Their dark curls danced in the breeze as they seemed to lock eyes with her, beautiful brown eyes meeting Y/n’s own.

Noticing movement behind the mysterious woman, Y/n saw other faces—some younger, some older. As she leaned towards the window for a clearer view, a knock interrupted her, prompting her to pivot towards the door and invite the visitor inside.

Effie entered, striding towards Y/n’s closet and flinging open the doors as she spoke.

“Oh, why haven’t you changed?! You need to be ready for the Capitol, darling. You can’t present yourself in…um, that.”

Looking down at her attire, Y/n saw nothing amiss with the faded colors and the slightly frayed edges of her clothes.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“What’s wrong?!”

Effie stared at her as if she had seen an apparition. Composing herself, Effie smiled at Y/n and gestured towards her outfit.

“What you’ve got on, young lady, is—no offense—horrendous! The Capitol won’t approve, and I certainly don’t! Come here; I’ll fix you right up!”

She grasped Y/n’s arms and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Effie then rummaged through the closet, muttering her thoughts on each garment she examined. “Too dark, ew, too mucky, mmmmm…. that’s not bad, but it isn’t you…”

“Effie, it’s fine. I can keep wearing this—”

“Ha! I found the perfect one!”

Effie produced the ideal shade of f/c dress from the closet, presenting it to Y/n with a beaming smile. The f/c silk flowed through Y/n’s fingers like water, devoid of any wrinkles or creases.

“Well? Try it on!”

Effie encouraged as she headed for the door. Opening it, she stepped through and offered a few parting words before closing it behind her.

“I’ll be waiting in the main area.”

As the door shut, Y/n proceeded to the bathroom to shower. It took her a moment to figure out the shower’s mechanics, but once she did, she never wanted to leave.

Immersed in the shower, Y/n’s thoughts drifted away from the figures in the forest. But unbeknownst to her, they hadn’t forgotten about her—and they never would.

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“Oh, darling, I told you you’d look beautiful!”

“And hot! Oh, I would give anything to have a peek underneath that—”

“I will kill you right here, right now if you don’t shut the hell up, Mineta. I don’t care if the games haven’t started yet.”

You sat in an empty royal blue armchair with gold lining, crossed your leg over another, and glared daggers at the boy as his face had gone white and he had started to shake uncontrollably. You guessed it was a good thing that you wore black leggings underneath the dress after all.

“Oh, honey, those shoes? Out of all the other ones, you chose those?”

“Yeah, I like them, and I’ll die in them too.”

The shoes you wore were f/c Converse. Like hell you would change into those uncomfortable high heels. And besides, you always dreamed of these shoes since you first saw them on some random tribute who had gone into the Hunger Games a couple of years back.

“Well, at least they match.”

Effie smiled at you, and you returned it, now turning to stare out the window. You noticed a tunnel coming up ahead, and once the train entered, everything turned pitch black.

In the dark, you could hear a door open and close as someone seemed to have entered. Mineta gave a small squeak, and Effie gasped as you all heard something shatter on the floor.

Suddenly standing, you grabbed the nearest thing within your reach, which happened to be a lamp, and gripped it in your dominant hand, pulled back and ready to throw it at the mysterious person in the dark room.

You walked silently towards the person’s silhouette, wondering who it could be—a guard? Another tribute you had yet to meet. You didn’t know, nor did you want to wait around and find out. These were the Hunger Games, after all, and like hell you’d die before they even got to the Capitol.

Now walking right behind the person, you raised the lamp and bashed it on the person’s head. Their hands flew up to their head, and you prepared to bash it once more, but they whipped around and grabbed hold of the lamp and threw it across the room, causing a few dishes or something to crash on the floor and shatter.

Mineta was now fully crying, while Effie was shouting.

“What is going on?!”

“I don’t wanna die! I promise not to say those words again, Y/n! Don’t kill me!”

The mystery person was now walking towards you as you started to back up. Desperate, you grabbed something (a wine bottle, if you had to guess) and swung it at their face, the sound of glass shattering was heard.

What seemed to have been hours, the train finally came out of the tunnel, and the light flooded back into the room.

As you looked around the room, you saw that Effie was slightly shaken up, while Mineta was still crying and hugging Effie’s leg. You looked in your hands and saw the remains of a wine bottle, blood slowly dripping from the glass edges and onto your hand.

Looking up, you saw that the mysterious person you had hit was a middle-aged man. His hair was a dark blond color, with streaks of gray. His gray eyes bore into yours, and the room became quiet. Effie, seeming to recognize the man, gasped slightly, but cleared her throat.

“Mineta, Y/n, he’s your mentor—”

“Haymitch.”

The man, Haymitch, said as he finished Effie’s sentence. He brought his hand up to his cheek and touched the wound that you had just given him. Blood trickled down his face, staining his stubble.

“Great, you just gave me a new scar, kid.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He glared at you, as if daring you to attack him again.

A surge of anger and fear flooded into your mind as you glared back at Haymitch. You knew who he was, everyone knew him. He was the victor of the 50th annual Hunger games, and a drunk man who wasted his life away in the victors village, drinking his life away with every bottle of alcohol he could get his hands on. You felt anger because he’s glaring at you, but you also felt fear. Fear because this sad excuse of a man is supposed to mentor you and teach you how to survive. Somehow, you don’t think that’s going to be happening anytime soon.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was you,” you said trying to sound calm and collected. “I thought you were someone else, an intruder.”

“Intruder? On a train full of guards and cameras? Don’t be ridiculous kid, you're lucky that I didn’t kill you right there on the spot.” Haymitch said as he grabbed a nearby napkin and wiped off the blood from his face.

“You must have been really brave, or really stupid to have attacked your own mentor.”

He was getting on your nerves, so you decided that staying quiet had lasted long enough.

“Well at least I’m not some drunk guy wasting my days when people are dying out there.”

“Excuse me?” The older man said as he took a couple more steps toward you, but before anything else could happen Effie interfered, placing herself in the middle while holding a hand out at Haymitch and taking the broken bloody bottle out of your hand and placed it onto the table.

“Now Haymitch, she didn’t know any better, she’s only a child.”

Haythich snorted, as if he found what Effie had said amusing.

“A child? She’s a tribute, Effie, and a good one that is. She’s a fighter, she’s no child. And she’s a weapon, a damn good one too.”

He looked at you once more, a hint of admiration in his eyes. You felt a curiosity and confusion rise, why did he switch up his attitude and opinion on you so fast? You didn’t have time to ask as Haymitch continued.

“But she’s reckless, impulsive, and naive. Why? Because she didn’t think twice or about the consequences on what would’ve happened after she attacked me. I’d be lying if I said she wasn't something I needed to see one day.”

“Haythich, I don’t know if that’s you really saying those words, or just the liquor talking.” Effie said as she now stood beside you so you and Haymitch now faced each other and he answered back to her.

“It’s not the liquor or I’d be saying all sorts of shit right now.”

He then gestured towards Mineta, who was still sobbing on the floor. Y/n felt a pang of disgust and pity for him. Haymitch looked at the younger male, he was there when they picked the tributes. He knew right away -and the events that had just occurred confirmed it- that he was nothing like you. He was weak, cowardly, and not to mention perverted.

“That boy, he has no chance of surviving my training. And if he can’t handle me, then he has absolutely no chance of surviving the Hunger games.”

Effie slightly tried to stutter out a response while Mineta stopped crying and was now sniffling as he talked.

“I’m not gonna d-die, right? I-I want to go home!”

Haymitch raised his hand and Mineta stopped talking, he then pointed at the purple headed boy with slight disgust in his eyes.

“Why would I train and waste my energy on someone weak like you, when I have this,” He grabbed onto your shoulders and pushed you in front of him, shaking you slightly as if showing off a new toy he received for his birthday.

“A monster in the making?”

Mineta looked heartbroken, but it was true, all of what Haymitch had said. He was weak and useless. He had no muscle whatsoever, no skill, always relying on others, and just plain out useless. There wasn't even a slimmer chance that he was going to get at least one sponsor to help him out in the games.

Effie hadn't said anything more as she looked at Haymitch, a questioning expression on her face.

“Then what are you going to do with him?”

Haymitch laughed.

He really just plain out laughed and it unnerved you, you tried to move away from him but his grip on your shoulders increased and held you in place.

After a few minutes, he finally settled down and stopped laughing. Sighing, he looked at Effie.

“Oh Effie, Effie, Effie, I’m not going to do anything about him. He’s all yours, train him how you like. But this one,”

He gestured at you as he patted your shoulders.

“I’m turning this one into a killing machine.”

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I actually felt bad for Mineta for a second 💀.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I had to run this thing through AI so it could detect any words or phrases that didn't make sense so I could fix it and suggest some tips on how to improve my writing, since I'm a newbie at writing. But I also started journaling in a notebook I had laying around so that should help me a little. I also just got off for winter break at school, thank god for that 🙏🏽.

I hope you enjoy your winter break and have a good rest of your day!

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