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Asleep In The Keep: A DP x BNHA fic

Summary: A tired hero goes to a café (and some other stuff happens)

Word count: 5149

Chapter 20: I Need Some Coffee...

20/?

There was a new person working at Shouta’s favorite coffee place. This wouldn’t be unusual in any other establishment, but the old man who ran it was very particular about who he let in the back.

A few years back, the place was under investigation for possible ties to the black market as well as aiding vigilantes. A customer reported that they saw a well-known local vigilante go through the back entrance of the store, and a few days later, the same one was seen with new gear. There was other circumstantial evidence as well. Background checks revealed that all the baristas were past vigilantes that had already been caught and processed. However, the owner, Tanaka Masaru, a “quirkless” 67 year old, had a clean record, too clean, not even an overdue fine. There was no doubt in Shouta’s mind that the identity was fake. In the end, Shouta wasn’t able to find any concrete evidence on the coffee shop, and since all they had was circumstantial evidence and 1 eye witness, the case fell apart and was closed. The police department did not pursue it after that since there hadn’t been any vigilantes pop up in that area. Well… except for one.

Shouta has been coming here since then, it was on the way to school and they (surprisingly) made really good coffee. The owner was eccentric as well. Sometimes, Shouta could see him in a corner making little figurines and dishes, mumbling and laughing to himself, which ruined the peaceful atmosphere of the shop. Shouta wasn’t mad about it though, more of slightly annoyed whenever it happened. There was a tall shelf covering a wall that was home to the figurines. Most of them were past vigilantes, little animals or regular customers and staff (Shouta even had one up there). The ones on the top were the oldest and most intricately made, while they got less and less detailed as the shelves went down. The store also sold cups and mugs that were in a similar fashion. They were really expensive, but the craftsmanship was worth it (Shouta even had one or two at home). 

Recently, a kid posted on social media about the place, and since then it has become a trendy spot with the youths, at least that's what Shouta heard. Fortunately, it was 5 AM and so no kids were even alive yet. Shouta could enjoy the quiet atmosphere while he waited for his coffee. He probably shouldn’t be having any more coffee today since he just finished up a long night’s search. Last night (or earlier this morning if you wanted to be technical), was the first lead he got since he started his investigation. Phantom was a tricky one, and his quirk was great at quick getaways, but he was young and one day he’ll make a mistake. But Shouta doubted it was gonna be today. He may as well listen to his husband and actually catch up on sleep. His schedule was still clear since his kids were still at internships. He heard Midoriya had even gotten out of the hospital a few days ago. Problem child…

Shouta’s fingers tapped impatiently on the table. All fantasies of sleep washed away like soap. He needed coffee. Shouta had entertained the notion of quitting before in the past. He has had so much coffee in his life that he suffers withdraws without it. He has been considering buying patches, but he loves the taste and ritual too much to stop. That’s what he said about smoking too. It first started after Oboro died, a way for Shouta to slow time and try to breathe it in. In the end though, it only made things worse. Now he drinks coffee. 

He looked over at the new barista as he made his coffee. His order was simple and always the same; a simple black coffee. Impossible to mess up, but amazing when done right. The kid, whose tag said Tommy , looked to be struggling and Shouta could smell burnt coffee beans from past orders. When the kid checked him out, he gave one look at Shouta before saying that he didn’t have to pay anything. Shouta was shocked to say the least, but he didn’t argue. Free coffee tastes better than bought coffee, that's why he wasn’t worried about the smell. He wondered why the kid didn’t charge him, maybe he just recognized him and was a fan or something (it doesn’t happen a lot, but it does still happen). He severely doubted it.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of getting coffee that made him keep looking at the barista. “Tommy,” what a strange name in Japan. Despite his height and young age, he seemed to carry himself with a sense of steadiness that you only get after experience. Whenever he did seem to slip or mess up, it had seemed intentional, like he was trying to direct your suspicion away from him. The fact he was even working here was cause enough to run a background check. If it had been just those things Shouta would (probably), but of course, there was more.

The final nail in the coffin, and the real reason that Shouta was even studying the boy so intently, was sitting on the table in front of him. The manilla folder that Detective Tsukauchi gave him held the description of a suspicious boy that was seen before the Phantom sighting. Tall & lanky, pale skin, and blue-green eyes, which could describe a lot of the population. Again, if that was the only information provided then Shouta would look away, but then the file listed the most prominent feature of the suspect, black hair with a white stripe. Some minor but still important details were how cold and lifeless the boy was. He apparently had given the other heroes quite the scare. It was obviously the same kid. Whether or not he was also Phantom was left to be determined. 

They had no understanding of his powers, except for the general ghost theme, and even that wasn’t consistent. What type of ghost is able to use ice like that? In horror stories the most ghosts could do was drop the temperature a little bit, not form glaciers able to stop explosions. Shouta had his own theories. Perhaps Phantom’s original quirk was a ghost mutation quirk, but AFO overloaded it with so many enhancement quirks (along with some new ones) that it created this tonally confused mess. If that were true, why couldn’t he have also given Phantom some minor shapeshifting quirk? 

He looked at the boy again. If he was Phantom, he’d be really dumb. The café is a 15 minute walk from the alley. It will only be a matter of time before the Hero Commission checks here. Shouta rubbed his temples… Not unless he told them otherwise. The Hero Commission had no reason to believe that he would mislead them, except for his affiliation with UA. Fortunately, Principal Nezu had the foresight to set Shouta up as more loyal to the Commission than UA in the years prior. Shouta wasn’t proud of the things he’s done, but he couldn't argue with the results. 

Suddenly, he heard a loud shout behind him, and the wet sound of someone spitting on the ground. 

“What the hell is this shit?!” A large man with really nice hair in a uniform blasted out. He marched over to the counter that divided him and Tommy, and yelled even louder , “You can’t expect me to drink this garbage?! I paid 1,304¥ for this and I demand a refund!” That's way overpriced, Shouta thought . What idiot buys a cup of coffee for that much?

“I’m sorry dude-” The teen held his hands up in a placating manner. He looked nervous. 

“Dude?!” The man had become red, and his hair changed colors and hues to match like a fire. 

“Sir!” The kid quickly corrected, “but could you tell me what was wrong with it?” The kid looked down at him, confused. He was tall, maybe 6 '1 while slouching, and easily towered over the Uneri hair spray model. It was like Shouta observed before, the kid was purposely making himself seem less like a threat.

“What’s wrong with it? What isn’t wrong with it?!” His hands started moving like crazy, spilling some of his coffee, “It was scolding hot when I first took a sip of it, it even burned my tongue!” He stuck his tongue out to prove this, it looked fine. He started ranting again, “Then when I took the next sip it was freezing cold! Honestly it was a wonder of science that that even happened-I think this should be donated to science and you with it! Imagine the kind of foreign and new technology that could be discovered?!” 

“I’ll give you the refund and make you a new coffee if you like?” he tilted his head, “It will be a little wait since I’m backed up right now…” He looked around the shop which only held the three of them. Truly a master of his craft. 

Shouta clenched his fists. He knew the kid could handle it on his own. A bratty customer must’ve been a vacation compared to what the kid had been through before. It was probably better to stay out of it. He didn’t want to cause a scene or alert Tommy to what he was doing and what he knew. He really shouldn’t get involved…

“It’s time for you to stop-” no later than when the final word left his mouth, had the man flung his coffee at the boy. It splattered on the boy leaving him soaked and confused, rage and a green glow in his eyes. 

Shouta had a similar reaction. In no quicker than a blink, his capture scarf wrapped around the prick. He pulled it tight, and the man fell down at the ankles, hitting his head on the counter. Good. 

By this point the kid had backed deeper behind the counter, staring anxiously at the rope. This is exactly what Shouta didn’t want. Too late now. He pulled the asshole along the ground, careful to make sure he bumped into every chair leg or corner. His hair dragged behind him, sweeping up dust and dirt and getting knotted. His hair was gorgeous, every wave of his head reflected the warm light of the café that gave it the illusion it was changing colors. Deep blues, vibrant reds and crisp yellows that reminded Shouta of his husband, it was honestly a sight to behold. Too bad the guy was such a dick. He yanked harder when they reached the door frame, making sure he hit his head on the door stopper. Shouta released him out of his tape as if he was flapping dirt out of a rug. The dick-bag looked back at Shouta with a rage clear on his face. He started marching towards Shouta, but he thought it was time to show off his own hair. Like a cobra raising it’s hood, Shouta’s hair flowed menacingly at the man below him. He sneered and spit at Shouta, but walked away, grumbling to himself. 

Shouta let his hair back down and sighed. He was no longer angry, just tired. He turned back into the coffee shop and sat at his original table. Luckily the folder was still there. Shouta had to be more aware next time. Tommy, now recovered from the display, walked over to hand Shouta his coffee. The kid looked awkward and suspicious all at the same time. 

“Thank you…for that…” Tommy was looking away and gave Shouta a short bow. Clearly he wasn’t used to it. That could be because he was isolated from a young age and so never had to learn proper manners. Shouta was 92% sure the kid in front of him was Phantom.   

“Anytime kid.” Shouta nodded at him, and he went back behind the counter. He must’ve felt Shouta’s eyes still on him since he grabbed a random cup and pretended to start cleaning it, still looking back and forth at him. Shouta turned his gaze down. This is the kid that freaked out Mount Lady and Kamui Woods? Shouta almost laughed. 

No. Although he may seem like a kid, he was still an unknown. Of course he wanted him to join UA and get a chance at a life he clearly never had, but Shouta had to be ready for the very real possibility that he could still side with All For One. He couldn’t let himself get attached. 

Still-Shouta was glad the kid was alright, customers can be such assholes sometimes. And despite the turn of events, Phantom didn’t seem to distrust him. He could use that. He was already a regular but now he had to be extra aware to come in when he was on shift. He really wanted Phantom to go to UA, not just for the Principle. 

He took a sip of his coffee and then immediately almost spit it out. Phantom’s head whipped towards him, but he was able to get it down and smiled (although it probably looked more like a grimace). Only after the boy turned around again did Shouta unclench his jaw. How do you mess up black coffee that bad? It was thick like tar and had an overwhelming burnt taste, Shouta would rather drink liquified coal. 

Shouta looked up to the heavens trying to summon however much strength it would take to finish it. That strength came in a little flask he kept on him (for the hard days), and he poured some of its contents inside. He took another swig and was almost able to convince himself the sharpness came from the whiskey. After he was done, he walked up the bin to put the dishes in and laid it down like a body into a grave. The cup didn’t deserve that…He nodded towards Phantom, Phantom nodded back, and left the café.

Maybe he should switch to patches.

Zzz

After he left the café, Shouta went back to UA. He had already messaged Principle Nezu about his encounter with the suspected Phantom. The maniac responded instantly and said that he would be waiting for him at his desk. Shouta always had the theory that Nezu lived there, in his office or some hidden room in the school, maybe both. 

Luckily, the school was only a 5 minute walk from the café. Phantom was really considerate of Shouta’s routine, he now didn’t have to waste 5 hours a day scouring the city for him. Maybe Phantom wanted to go to UA and that’s why he was so close, Shouta laughed to himself sleepily. The coffee from before didn’t help at all. Another thought bubbled to the surface. Or maybe he was stalking the school. It was important to see both sides. The reason Shouta chose not to believe it was stupidity. An old but still meaningful quote rang in his ears, "Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity" And the kid was also working at a coffee shop that was a short walk from his crime scene. If he did join UA, Shouta would have to teach him to be better aware of his surroundings. He smiled at the thought.

He made it through the building without any hassle. Some teachers liked to be there early even without the kids there. If Shouta wasn’t mistaken, they still had 2, no wait it’s a new day, 1 more day of internships left, then tomorrow to recover. Shouta would never admit it out loud, but he had started to miss the little shits, even Kaminari and Midoriya. He was about ready to expel them both for their stupidity. Midoriya because he’s always breaking something and Kaminari because just last week, he had to send him to the nurse’s office for stuffing hot sauce packets up his nose. Again. He hadn’t even used his quirk that day. Shouta was half convinced that the boy just used his quirk as an excuse. He’s been wanting to talk to his parents about making him wear a rubber helmet so he doesn’t fry the last few brain cells he has left. Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose at the prospect…

He passed by Power Loader’s workshop. The door was cracked open a little, letting smoke waft into the hallway. Students liked to blame Mei for all the accidents in that room, but Power Loader still has his mishaps. He says that mistakes lead to innovation, maybe that’s why Mei was so unrestrained in her learning. Power Loader was sitting at his work bench behind a fan drinking coffee. It was one of the rare occasions Shouta got to see more of his face. Even in work meetings he had something covering it, either his hair or a helmet. They nodded to each other, and Shouta went on his way. He had never been close with the man, seeing him more as a co-worker he was friendly with rather than an acquaintance, but the lure of coffee was tempting. He couldn't of course since he had news for Principle Nezu. 

None of the other faculty members stopped him. Like with Power Loader, Shouta was pleasant with them but had no more than a working relationship with anyone in the office, except of course his husband and Nemuri, who he couldn’t escape from. 

Although Yagi has been trying to get closer to him for some reason, he even brought him lunch one time. Shouta thinks it’s so he can get more information about Midoriya. He would be stupid not to notice the connection between them. Their ‘secret meetings’ weren’t so secret with Yagi shouting everything. Fortunately, he was able to lead any perked ears away from their conversations. He was pretty sure Midoriya was the next user (but he wasn’t supposed to let Yagi know he knew that). Before the pair had started at the school, Principle Nezu had informed Shouta of Yagi’s condition. He didn’t tell Shouta anything about the boy though, so it was either Nezu himself didn’t know or it had yet to happen. 

Shouta was pretty sure some of Midoriya’s classmates had also noticed the connection, Bakugo and Todoroki being the main ones. Todoroki fortunately interrupted it as Yagi being Midoriya’s father, which was its own can of worms, but easy to sort out. Bakugo on the other hand seems to suspect the actual connection between the two. He was a smart kid, way smarter than people gave him credit for (Shouta just wished he used those brain cells to read a self-help book). He has recommended therapy or counseling to his parents before, but his mom seemed offended that Shouta brought anything up in the first place. Shouta would just have to help guide him like he has been doing. 

He walked past one of the teachers' offices and a familiar face caught his eye. It was Nemuri. She was hunched over a stack of papers, probably old assignments from students that she forgot to grade. Today was one of the last days before the students returned and would be expecting those grades. She wasn’t the best at balancing hero work with being a teacher, but the students loved her. She scowled at the pile through her glasses. 

Shouta walked faster, but he was too late. A pair of arms pulled around him from the back and wouldn’t let go. 

“Shouta!!!!” She squeezed tighter around him and wiggled. Shouta grabbed her arms in an awkward hug and patted them. She let go after a moment and Shouta turned to face her. “How’ve you been? You haven’t been answering any of my texts, I mean, you usually don’t but you at least text back one word after a few days.” she teased. 

Nemuri had always been a lifeline to Shouta. She pulled him out of the darkness more times than he could count. Early in Shouta’s hero career, he failed to save someone for the first time. He locked himself in his room and kept going over what happened, trying to find some way he could have saved them. He also kept thinking of Oboro, which only made things worse. He had stopped eating and not even Hizashi could pull him out of it. One day, Nemuri kicked down the door and dragged him out by his scarf. She, with the help of Hizashi, washed him up and untangled his hair. Shouta just broke down crying in the shower, wet and covered in suds. She just held him as he cried like a child. After he got washed up, she got him his favorite food and they all just sat in comfortable silence. She also convinced him to start therapy and even recommended someone. Shouta could safely say he might not be here without it. 

“I’ve been doing patrols, as usual,” he responded simply. Nemuri laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.

“Oh come on! I’ve heard you’ve been training that kid from class 1-C, What was his name?” she put her finger on her chin in a dramatic pose.

“Shinso Hitoshi” Shouta walked into the office to find the coffee pot and she followed after him.

“Ah that’s right! He was the one who had the mind control quirk right? He lost to Midoriya in the 3rd round.” 

“Brainwashing actually, and yes. He has a lot of potential and I think he would fit in 1-A, plus we have the same for it,” Shouta still has no idea how that one kid got into UA in the first place. Shouta expelled him the first day when he tried to peek into the girl’s locker room. That behavior was not appropriate for a hero and if he did manage to succeed, he would use his power to control women, and Shouta didn’t want that on his conscience. “I just have to find the right time to introduce him. The sooner the better before the gap is too wide, I can only do so much on our one on one time. I thought after the internships would be a good place, but then the testing got rescheduled and I don’t want to throw him into the deep end on his first day…” Shouta was thinking aloud to himself. This is a topic that has been cycling through his head for several days.

“That and I hear that your classroom is gonna get a major change soon” she winked. Of course she knew. When Shouta didn’t answer her, she continued, “Does it have something to do with your secret project with Principle Nezu?” Shouta signed. 

He grabbed one of the cups by the coffee machine and poured some in. It was a green liquid and it smelled sweet. He looked over at Nemuri and she shrugged. 

“I drink tea over coffee, you know this.” Shouta groaned and handed her the cup. “How generous, thank you” and she took a sip. 

“I have to go talk to Principle Nezu…” He mumbled and stalked out of the office.

“Make sure to keep me updated on your class! ‘Zashi can only tell me so much!” She called after him.

Zzz

Without any more distractions keeping him, Shouta finally made it to Principle Nezu’s office. Nezu sat at his desk with his signature smile and his hands folded on the table. He was stock still, like a stuffed animal, but Shouta had gotten used to how the Principle acts to pay it much mind.

“Ah, good morning, Mr. Aizawa.” He greeted.

“Good morning, Principle Nezu” Shouta didn’t sit down, instead making his way to the coffee machine by the wall. There was a fresh cup waiting for him. He took it and eyed Nezu, who still smiled, then he sat down in front of him. “Sorry it took so long, I got distracted on the way here.” 

“No worries at all. I never said a time to meet, just simply that I’ll be in my office.” Empty words. They both know the sooner the better for this kind of thing.

Shouta took a sip and gagged, decaf. It was still better than nothing. He took a seat across from Nezu and placed the coffee on the table and reached into his pocket, grabbing the manilla folder and the small baggie with the dirt he collected from the scene. Nezu took them both gently with his stubby arms.

“Detective Tsukauchi has already delivered me the folder, but this,” He held up the bag, “I had no clue of.” Shouta took a sip of his coffee, too ashamed to have kept the info from him, even if it slipped his mind. 

“I collected it from the scene. It was in a dent away from the fight. It looked fresh. According to the report, Phantom was hovering over it before they attacked him.” Shouta’s fist clenched at the reminder. He wished he had found the boy first. 

“And the bag itself?” Principle Nezu asked.

“I didn’t have anything else on me.”

“Very well. I shall run it through our lab to see what comes up. I can follow your line of logic in thinking that this could’ve had possible significance to Phantom, but it’s best to remain critical.” Shouta nodded.  

“Of course. Now to move on to the other matter…” Principle Nezu’s back straighten even more, if that were possible, “After I completed my patrols for the night, “Nezu didn’t correct him that it was now morning, “I went to my usual coffee place where I saw a teen who looked a lot like the description of the boy from page 45, the one who ran into the heroes before the altercation.” 

Nezu Hummed, “So you think this boy is Phantom?” It was rhetorical but Shouta still answered.

“I do. The way he moved and acted was also suspicious. It was clear that his clumsiness was intentional, and during an altercation between a customer-”

“He fought a customer?” Nezu questioned, his eyebrow quirked. 

“No, I fought a customer.” Shouta stated. “He was being rude to Tommy, the name of the barista and suspect, and then splashed coffee on his face, at which point I intervened.”

“You seem more tired than usual, Mr. Aizawa”

“I wasn’t able to enjoy any coffee.” He took another drink of the miserable cup in front of him. 

“Of course, whatever it takes to get you through the day,” Nezu teased. He had also tried to convince Shouta to stop drinking coffee so much. “Can you tell me anything about the interaction between you and ‘Tommy’” 

“Our conversation at the start was quick, just me ordering a coffee,” Shouta thought for a moment, “although it was strange, he didn’t charge me for the cup.”

“Perhaps he recognized you? Or maybe he already feels a connection with you.” Nezu let out a small laugh.

“Doubtful. If he was truly raised by All For One, I would imagine him to be more disdainful or at least distrustful of heroes, especially after what happened last night. Although perhaps he also looks up to the heroes because of his father. He is a vigilante after all.” Shouta hasn’t had the time to think too deeply about what that could mean, but the more he did, the less he liked.

“Who knows,” Nezu definitely knew something and was hiding it. He would tell Shouta if it became important enough. 

“I digress, shortly after I sat down the customer started harassing Phantom. At first it was just yelling and general insults, but I stepped in when it got physical. I dragged him outside and kicked him out.” Nezu nodded, “However, after the man spilled his coffee on Tommy, I noticed the boy’s eyes glow green, not unlike what it detailed in the reports with Phantom. That’s when I was convinced they were one in the same. Of course, there is always the possibility that the two are separate, but I do not think this is the case.”

“I would have come to the same conclusion myself.” Nezu agreed. 

“After the altercation, Phantom handed me my coffee and thanked me. He seemed awkward about the exchange, though. I left shortly after and came here.”

“Thank you for your report, Mr. Aizawa. I hope I’m not asking you too much if you could write this all out for me with any other details you can remember. Even the most minor thing could be important.”

“Consider it done.” Sensing the meeting was over, Shouta stood up to leave. “I just have one question Principle Nezu.” 

“And what's that?” His eyes gleamed.

“How many quirks does Phantom have?” The Nomu’s were no longer human after just 3, and this kid has displayed far more than that. They could be on a timer to save the boy before he was lost forever in himself. 

“I do not know.” Nezu stated. Ice spread through Shouta and a weight settled in his gut. Even the principle doesn’t know? Shouta’s hands clenched into fists again. As much as he wanted to save the kid, he had to remember he was an unknown. He couldn’t let his emotions get in the way with that.

“You should probably get some rest, Mr. Aizawa. We both have a long few days ahead of us.” and with that, the meeting was officially over.

Shouta slowly walked out of the room trying to process the whole conversation. The Principle had clear faith that Phantom would indeed join UA, and so Shouta just had to trust him until proven otherwise. He hoped to whatever god that becomes a reality, for both Phantom’s and his sake. Until then, he would do his best to build his trust and extend a hand to the boy. It was his choice whether he would take it or not. 

One thing was for certain, he would try to save the boy until he begged him to stop, even then he might push.

When Shouta got home, the house was empty. Hizashi was still at the studio for the morning radio. He was kind of relieved he was gone. He wasn’t ready to talk about the day he had yet. Still so many unorganized thoughts in his head. He collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to change his clothes or taking off his shoes; it was laundry day tomorrow after all, or was it today? Time had lost all meaning to Shouta a long time ago. He closed his eyes and thought about Phantom again. He will save him, even if he loses an arm in the process.

He closed his eyes and thought about Phantom again. He will save him, even if he loses an arm in the process. 

“Damn it” he cursed into the still air.

He got attached.

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#my hero academia #nana shimura #Noamasa Tsukauchi #principle Nezu #iida tenya #bhna #round 4 #poll

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#bnha #naomasa tsukauchi #anime #ft. midnight #ft. principle nezu #ft. snipe #season 1 #episode 13

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Oh, The Power Of An Undercover Mission - Shōta Aizawa X GN Reader

Title: Oh, The Power Of An Undercover Mission

Shōta Aizawa X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Nezu, Toshinori Yagi (Mentioned), Hizashi Yamada (Mentioned), Oboro (Mentioned), and the LOV (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 7,370

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, cursing, yelling, Reader has an unspecified quirk, banter, teasing, bickering, undercover newlyweds mission, Aizawa being himself, alcohol, nicknames, small bit of jealousy, confession, angst, and fluffy ending

"Mind my language, but what the hell, Nez!?" You exclaimed, eyes widening at your long-time friend's words, "You can not be serious! I- I can't work with him, and you know that." You insisted, "There’s a reason why you have my class in a whole separate section of the building."

Principle Nezu just gave you a grin, sipping his tea, "I understand completely that you believe that he is unfit to be your partner in this mission." He spoke, setting down his white teacup. You inwardly sighed. It wasn’t that you thought he was unfit to be your partner, you just didn’t want to work with him. "But you and Aizawa's quirks are so well matched that I think it would be beneficial for you two to work together. Though I doubt you’d need to use them." Nezu finished simply.

"I know that, but I can not work with him," You insisted, waving your arms about wildly as you felt a wave of panic and anxiety rush through you, "He's- He's stoic and apathetic-"

Nezu raised a finger to silence you, "Please, Y/N." He pleaded, "I have known you for long enough. I have watched you grow into an incredible person as a student and now teacher both intellectually, but also emotionally. I believe that you are absolutely capable of being within his presence for less than twenty-four hours. It is just one mission. You’ll be going your separate ways before you know it." Leaning back in his chair, he grinned, "I know that things will be tough for the both of you, but I know that you'll come back from the mission with the important information that we need."

You let out a sigh through your nose, running your hands through your hair before nodding hesitantly; reluctantly. "I understand, but Nez, please answer me this... How come it has to be Aizawa - aside from how well our quirks complement each other... Could there have been anyone else? I mean, there has to be somebody..."

"Why yes, there was one other option, someone whose quirk would’ve perfectly complimented your own." Nezu answered, "But, unfortunately, we lost them a long time ago..." Principle Nezu's voice then lowered, "You may know of whom I speak of."

Shutting your eyes, you nod once, dropping your head; your hands landing on your hips, "Yes, I do." You muttered before clearing your throat, "Have you told Aizawa about this arrangement yet?"

Nezu’s almost haunted expression turned into a bright smile at your question, "Nope! I thought you would like to tell him! I have papers to look at now. You leave tonight!" He spoke eccentrically, slipping off of his chair with a folder in hand. Handing you the said folder, he began to push you out of his office before giving you one last smile and shutting the door.

Letting out a deep huff, you looked down at the folder in front of you, "Let's get this over with."

Gaining the courage, you began walking down the school's halls, heading towards Aizawa’s class; reading as much as you could as you walked. He was sure to be in a class at the moment, but you wanted to get this over with as soon as humanly possible. Stopping just near the door of his classroom, you brushed your hair back, trying to look presentable and not like you had just had a small panic attack in the principal's office.

Letting out a small breath, you raised your hand and knocked on the door, the sound reverberating off the empty hall walls. You waited for a moment - the murmuring of his students inside the classroom silencing - looking down at the ground at your shoes, the door opened with a small creek. Looking up, you cleared your throat, handing him the folder.

“Aizawa,” You greeted lightly as Aizawa stared at you with his tired, crimson eyes, raising an eyebrow before taking the folder from your hand. 

“L/N…” He quietly flipped the folder open as you stuffed your hands in your pants pockets, looking anywhere but at him; finding the odd, discolored spot on the wall opposite of you very interesting. This was already awkward enough.

"A mission?" He asked simply, his deep voice startling you slightly as you spun your head around to nod.

"Uh, yeah. Nezu said that it was important. It’s for tonight... It's going to be a gathering... Ah, uh, a party, with some of the smaller villains." You answered, "He said it'd take less than twenty-four hours to find out what the League is going to be targeting next."

Aizawa hummed, staring down at the folder's information. "I can do this alone."

Dropping your jaw, you stared up at him in shock, "No way! You'll stick out like a sore thumb! We have to go together."

"I can get it done alone." He insisted, glancing up at you and giving you a hard stare, "I don't need your help."

"Whether you like it or not, I have to go. I don't want this any more than you do." You stated plainly, crossing your arms against your chest. Aizawa continued to glare at you, clenching one of his fists tightly for a second before letting out an irritated sigh.

"Try not to mess this up." He replied gruffly, closing his folder once more.

Narrowing your eyes, you scoffed softly, "Like I could mess anything up." You said, grabbing the folder from him, "Meet me in my office once you're done with class, please."

Without waiting for a response, you turned and stalked away, feeling a small bit of relief once you were out of sight of him. Turning the corner, and down another hall, you enter your office. Sighing, you leaned against the wall, sliding down until you were sitting on the ground, legs coming up to your chest. Shutting your eyes, you softly leaned your head back against your door. 

How were you going to survive this?

~~~

Ever since you were both in UA as students, you and Aizawa have always been at each other's throats. Well... That all wasn't all true. In fact, you really liked him. Even if he was a little cold and emotionless most of the time; possibly a bit socially awkward. You knew that there was something deeper beneath his facade, though. Your gut instinct was telling you that you needed to get closer to him. But after three years of trying to befriend him, he still didn't trust you. He didn’t really speak to you, or much of anything else... And you certainly weren't going to force him to be friends with you if he didn’t want to be. So you stopped trying.

It wasn't until you had risen above his grades in your last year at UA that the real war began. Finally, after years, you accidently got a reaction out of him. For that last year, Aizawa was insistent on getting better marks than you, beating you at all the training, sparring, and making you lose sleep and energy constantly with worry and stress, which resulted in him finally winning in the end.

So, that initial interest and curiosity that you had towards him, turned into pure irritation. The feeling was mutual. He seemed to have hated you for beating him so easily, and on some many different occasions. But, years later, you were both adults. You were a Pro Hero, and a damn good one. And so was he. But it was very hard to just let bygones be bygones. Especially when interacting with each other, it felt like you were both back to being students in UA; determined and stubborn. 

~~~

It wasn't long until you heard a knock on your office door, making you look up from the papers that you were grading. "Enter." You called out, watching as Aizawa opened the door and entered the room, folder in hand. "What's your plan, then?" You asked, pushing the rest of the papers to the side. You knew better than to think that he’d allow you to take charge of the mission. No matter how much you wanted to take that leadership role, you didn’t want a fight to break out. The faster you and he worked this out, the faster the mission will be.

"It starts at five," He began, placing the folder on your desk as he surveyed your office, "We will have to take your car... It's about a thirty-minute drive from here."

"Well, that's not a problem for me." You replied, standing up from your chair, and walking around the desk, "What's our alibi?"

"Did you even read the paperwork?" He then asked, sounding a bit annoyed as he turned around, leaning against your desk.

You sputtered slightly, whipping your head around to stare at him beside you, "Of course, I did!" You lied, "I just didn't know the plan, codenames, etcetera..." You trailed off, scratching the back of your head awkwardly. “Honestly, I don’t even think we’ll need codenames or anything. We’re basically just listening in on people’s conversations.”

Aizawa sighed, ignoring your last comments, "We're newlyweds. And this is our first-anniversary celebration."

You nearly choked on your spit, "I'm sorry- We're what?!" You asked incredulously, looking at him, your eyes were wide as he kept his usual bored - annoyed - expression.

"You heard me." He spoke, turning and opening the folder, pointing at a section of a page, "The only way we'd get into the event is being a couple or else-"

"Or else we'd look suspicious... I get it." You grumbled, leaning against your desk beside him, crossing your arms as you looked over his shoulder to get a better look at the papers. Being so close to him, you could smell hints of vanilla wafting from him. You never expected him to smell like vanilla… ‘I like vanilla. And was that sandalwood?’ You suddenly felt slightly frustrated with yourself, brushing those thoughts away; unblurring your eyes as you rapidly blinked them. ‘Get your head in the game, Y/N.’ "Where is this taking place again?"

"At the Natsukashii Plaza Hotel."

"Ah, fancy..." You mumbled, reading the names of some of the people that would be there. You recognized a few lesser-known villains and other criminals. There would be a lot of powerful people in one room... It was a slightly risky mission, and the only way for this to work would be for you to keep calm and collected. Which was usually easy for you to do, but you were a bit worried since this was a large environment, and you’d have to work closely with someone that hated you. Narrowing your eyes on a page, you scoffed, "Those are our codenames?"

"I wasn't the one who came up with them." Aizawa stated, not even glancing up at you, "It is not my fault you don't like the name."

You gave him a look, “I’m not saying it is,” He didn't reply, closing the folder and setting it back onto your desk.

"I'll pick you up at four-thirty."

You blinked. "What?" You turned to look over at him as he pushed himself off of leaning on your desk beside you.

"I said-" His hardened glare narrowed down at you.

"No, I know what you said." You cut him off, uncrossing your arms as you waved a dismissive hand in the air, "Just- What? Am I supposed to dress in something nice, then?"

Turning to make his way to your office door, he answered, "You do know what a formal event is, correct?"

"Yes, of course, I do." You spat back, narrowing your eyes as you stared at the back of his head, "I just have a few more questions."

"Which are..?" He asked, turning to face you fully, the same expression on his face. 

Oh, how you wished you could just do the mission on your own, but Nezu said it was an important mission, and you understood that Aizawa’s quirk matched well with yours. You understood that, and knew that, all throughout your own schooling at UA. But he frustrated you beyond belief. Why couldn't he just be nice to you?

Eyes flickering across the floor, you raised a hand, running it through your hair once more; tugging slightly at the roots, "Do we have an exit strategy? Who do we try to speak to, to get the information that we need? Or do we just try to overhear conversations?"

"We can figure that out on the way." He answered plainly, making you huff.

"What if there's an emergency, then?" You tried to ask, only for him to turn away from you once again, his hand grabbing your office door knob.

"You've been on missions before, L/N, this one is no different." He stated before leaving without another word.

You huffed again, rolling your eyes before pushing yourself off of the desk and walking around it. Sitting down, you stared at the yellow folder on your desk, closed and waiting for you to reopen it. Resting your elbows on your desk, you rubbed your tired eyelids with the palms of your hands. breathing out a deep sigh, you dropped your hands and looked to your left side, glancing at the clock. 

After work would be a good time to find something suitable to wear for this mission, you decided. You tried to push the thoughts of Aizawa out of your head, but it was difficult. Every single time you thought of the man you got this weird fluttering sensation in your stomach that almost made you want to throw up. He frustrated you to no end. And somehow, someway, you felt drawn to him still. Even after all these years of wanting and needing to hate him, you still found yourself- No, no... You shook your head. You do hate him. He was rude to you, no matter how many times you tried to play nice and be kind to him, he was still rude to you. He didn't deserve to spend so much time in your head and heart.

But he did.

You needed to get back to work, you had things to do, and you only had a couple more hours left in the school day before you had to get ready for this mission. So, you really needed to get your students' papers graded.

~~~

The tick-tocking of the clock on your living room wall was beginning to irritate you. It was coming up to four-fifteen, and you were beyond anxious. You sat on your couch, your leg bouncing like crazy, dressed pretty nice enough for a party of this stature. Aside from your attire, you had done everything else you needed to do to get ready; hair and so on. You looked amazing and you knew that. But every second spent sitting and waiting for him was torture. You didn’t know why you both had to use your car, or why Aizawa couldn’t have just picked you up in his car.

You knew that this whole 'pretending to be newlyweds' thing was going to be difficult - your mental health was already shot to hell; there was too much on your plate as it is. How could you possibly pretend to be happy and all lovey-dovey with him when your real-life relationship with him was anything but? You have done many missions before - more than you could count, but none of them had you pretending to be a couple with anyone. And with Aizawa of all people... 

Your mind began to wander... You'd have to hold hands, link arms... What if you had to kiss? You didn't possibly think that that would have to happen, but it made your skin buzz and your heart race at just the thought. The thought of Aizawa actually liking you, the thought of him actually caring about you... Well, it scared you, and saddened you. You had tried so hard to push down any feelings you had for him down into the depths of your very soul, that you were worried that any sort of fake affection Aizawa gives you, or any sort of physical contact, would bring back those feelings, and break you entirely.

You shook your head, trying to stop yourself from having such thoughts, your heart still racing, and your hands beginning to feel slightly clammy, you clenched your fists; feeling your quirk rushing through you as you tried to calm yourself down, only for you to hear a knock at your door. You snapped your eyes from your clenched hands to the door, and you reluctantly stood.

Your steps felt heavy as you walked over to your front door, taking a short peek through the peephole. There he stood, his form distorted from the peephole lens. You let out a deep sigh, shutting your eyes and taking in a deep breath before gaining the courage and opening the door. 

Aizawa stuffed his hands into the pockets of his all-black suit, his eyes staring tiredly at the potted windowsill planter filled with different types of flowers - of yellow and red hues. His shoulders were slouched, ever-so-slightly, his body feeling as tired as his eyes did. He tried to take a small nap - during class - and before walking over to pick you up, but his mind was so busy that it was difficult to even get a couple of minutes of sleep. 

Hearing the door open, Aizawa pulled his red eyes from your flowers, letting them fall on you. He took in your attire, presentable enough for a party such as the one that you were - sort of forced - to attend.

Aizawa's chest tightened slightly as he cleared his throat. "Are you ready?" He spoke up, irritation laced his words and you nodded. 

"Of course," You muttered, a small frown on your face, "Are you driving or am I?" You asked as you shut the door behind you, dangling the keys from your fingers, and making Aizawa huff out a sigh. You took in his own attire as you waited for him to answer, taking note of his all-black suit, and even the way he pulled his hair up in a small ponytail; you took the chance to finally see his face that was usually mostly covered by the black mop he called his hair. Overall, the outfit looked perfect for the night. You bit your lip. "You look..." You started, stopping yourself from saying handsome. You swallowed your pride and continued, "You look nice." Nope, still awkward.

Aizawa stared at you, and for a brief moment, you thought you saw a wave of surprise filter through his eyes; his eyes widening slightly, but enough for you to notice. "You can drive. I'm tired." He then said, completely ignoring your compliment, and you pursed your lips.

Nodding your head and moving around him, you stepped down the small set of stairs down to the sidewalk. "As you always are," You muttered, not that it was his fault that he was tired all the time, you knew that it was a major drawback from his quirk. Unlocking your car with a small click of your keys, you continued, "I hope you can get some sleep before we get there." You slid into the driver's seat, Aizawa following and slipping into the passenger seat. "I don't want you falling asleep on the job." You finished, sounding slightly concerned as you started your car's engine. 

~~~

"We're here," You spoke as you pulled up to an empty parking spot at the hotel. Shutting off the engine, you turned to look over at Aizawa, seeing him asleep. Your shoulders drooped as you watched Aizawa's chest rise and fall slowly, his mouth slightly open, the bags under his eyes seemed darker than usual, and his hair that wasn't tied; hung loosely against his forehead as the side of his head pressed against the chilled window. He seemed so at peace, and you almost felt terrible waking him, but you both had a job to do. Raising your hand, you hesitated slightly before gently nudging his shoulder, and from just your slight touch, he jolted awake. You pulled your hand back in surprise, watching as Aizawa blinked his still-tired eyes, looking out the front windshield. "We're here," You repeated, in a slightly softer tone.

Aizawa said nothing, nodding, unbuckling himself. Opening his suit jacket, he reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a silver band. A ring. You blinked, eyes widening as Aizawa silently handed the ring to you before he pulled out a similar one and slid it on his own ring finger. You dropped your gaze to the ring lying on the palm of your hand. Clearing your throat, you got over the initial shock and slid the ring on your finger. Staring at your hand, with the ring, you felt something inside your chest begin to tighten.

Opening your car door, you climbed out, closing the door and locking it before turning to see Aizawa standing in front of your car. You didn't even notice him get out of your car. You met his eyes, which held a mixture of confusion and annoyance, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

"We don’t have all night." He finally spoke up, before offering his arm out to you.

You rolled your eyes slightly, looping your arm around his, and placing your other hand on your hand; locking yourself onto his arm and allowing him to lead you to the hotel entrance where the party would be held.

Immediately as you stepped into the large room, you entered the lion's den. You quickly scanned your surroundings and you were surprised that you actually recognized some of the lesser-known villains who were all chatting; sipping champagne, and seemingly having a grand ol' time.

It surprised you even more that how easy it was for you and Aizawa to even enter the main part of the hotel plaza where the event was taking place. It irked you how sure these villains were that no heroes would try to enter. There weren't even any guards... You had to hold back a smirk and scoff; these villains must have been very confident. But then again, most of their power came from their quirks, and they could easily use their quirks to overpower you. But you highly doubted that they could. 

As Nezu had said, and what you have always known, you and Aizawa were a very powerful duo. The combination of both of your quirks was simply too powerful to go against. Maybe not as powerful as Toshinori, but still. If the two of you worked together, the odds were stacked in your favor. Plus, you were smart enough to know that there were three separate entrances to the venue. So just in case anything were to happen - which you hoped wouldn't - you and Aizawa could easily escape if need be. 

You looked over at Aizawa, who watched the large room carefully with his own eyes. His whole body seemed tense as he surveyed, and took in every detail. You dropped your gaze, your ears taking in the music playing; hearing it echoing beautifully throughout the room. Your eyes lifted from the marble floor to the dancing villains. They were dancing wildly, twirling and spinning, moving faster and faster until they became blurs to you; matching the upbeat orchestra perfectly. You couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight.

With a short tug, you looked up at Aizawa, who looked down at you with an eyebrow raised. He gestured to the dancefloor with his eyes, his frown deepened. "No.” He simply said.

“We should.” You stated, raising your own eyebrow.

"We are not dancing." He stated firmly.

"I think we are," You insisted stubbornly, "It would help us, wouldn't it? Blend in? We’re sitting ducks."

Aizawa stared at you, narrowing his eyes slightly before nodding. Without another word, he began to lead you to the dance floor. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach swarming, and the feeling only intensified as Aizawa wrapped his arm around your waist. You watched with bated breath as he took your hand, your free hand automatically coming up to rest on his shoulder. Quickly, you became very impressed - and shocked - as Aizawa began to lead you into a waltz. His usual tense posture settled, his eyes never leaving yours.

His movements were as smooth as ever; the sound of your shoes on the cold, hard floor, and the beat of the music resonating within the room echoed around you. The music, while slow-paced, carried a sense of energy, yet at the same time, it was leisurely and soothing. You almost found this scenario romantic. You couldn't find words, your eyes just staring up into his scarlet eyes.. And you couldn't look away. 

And for a moment, in the slightest of moments, you forgot all about the people milling around you and the noise. You forgot about the mission, and the years of bickering back and forth. You forgot about everything, and all you could focus on was the warmth of his skin on yours and the way his eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. Your mind became clouded with thoughts; thinking about when you first met, remembering him all those years ago, and about your feelings. So quiet, so handsome, so intelligent he was, and more so to this day. His hair still looked so soft, even back then, it had been shorter too; you remembered. Your eyes found themselves admiring the dark locks of his hair. Your hand on his shoulder twitched at the thought of running your fingers through it. Your heart pounded against your ribcage; your breath hitched. Those feelings, though hidden for years, were resurfacing; and resurfacing fast.

Before you knew it, you were quickly snapped out of your head, your ears picking up on a conversation. You strained your ears, turning your head just slightly to catch a glimpse of the couple that were dancing only a couple of feet from you. You did not know them, the man and woman, but they were talking about the League Of Villains. 

"-they're going to attack some hospital." You heard from the man, glancing up at Aizawa to see if he was hearing the same thing as you, and with the slight change in his eyes, you knew he was.

"To get All-Might to show, I am sure." The woman chuckled wickedly, making you inwardly sigh. 

Raising an eyebrow towards Aizawa, he only silently huffed in response before the man spoke up again, "Wasn't your mother recently discharged from that hospital?"

"Oh, yes," The woman nodded as she spoke, "I'm glad she won't be there Thursday when they come."

As the song came to an end, Aizawa was more than happy to lead you out and away from the dancefloor, finding a spot near the bar. Leaning against the back of the bar, you turned slightly to wave down the bartender.

"You're drinking?" Aizawa asked, and you nodded, as the bartender walked over; allowing you to order your drink.

"I trust you with driving me home," You spoke simply, as the bartender went to make your drink. "So," You began, looking up at him, arms crossed, "What do you think, husband?" The word felt foreign on your tongue, but almost felt too easy to say out loud.

"You know what I think," Aizawa muttered, eyeing the bartender as he made your drink, narrowing his eyes at the glass of liquor as he slid it to you. It wasn't poisoned, thankfully... Hopefully. 

You took the drink in your hand, swirling the liquid around in the glass, you pursed your lips, "I do," In the silence, you felt the back of your neck itch as a tense, uncomfortable atmosphere filled the air between you and Aizawa. You didn't know why - well, you did - but you found yourself staring at him. You cleared your throat quietly, looking back down at your drink, your mouth opening but Aizawa quickly spoke up.

"You look nice..." He commented bluntly, repeating your words from when he came to pick you up, quickly catching you by surprise. You blinked owlishly, unsure how to respond to his sudden compliment, and you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Feeling your face flush, you shook your head slightly, biting your lip.

"And you look exhausted," You laughed out, looking back up at him with a smile.

"Why, thank you-" He cut himself off before rolling his eyes. Although his tone sounded sarcastic, the faint smile that stretched across his lips gave away the fact that he was amused by your remark - at least somewhat. "I'm fine, though," He added after a moment of awkward silence passed between you. And at that small glimpse of his smile, you felt that fluttering feeling in your chest once again. God, why did it have to be like this?

"I'm going to mingle, see if I can find anything else out," You spoke up in a soft mutter only he could hear after taking one sip from your drink, and setting it down on the bartop, "You'll be alright without me, right, dearest?" You asked, shifting your weight slightly as you tilted your head.

He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes slightly before nodding. "Of course, love," He responded, and that made you pause. Looking up at him, you blinked before you got yourself together and gave him a small - almost shy and nervous - smile, walking into the crowd.

Aizawa watched you go, eyeing all the villains as you passed them. Dropping his gaze from you, he eyed your drink. You had hardly taken even a sip, the soft pink colored drink just sitting there out in the open. Aizawa moved his hand against the bartop, pausing just at your drink before he slid the drink further from his and yours spot. The bartender then took the drink away, giving Aizawa a nod before he began to help the others at the bar. Eyeing some of the people that also stood at the bar, Aizawa tried to listen in on anything, but with no such luck. No one else had been talking about the League’s evil plans. 

He sighed, becoming bored, his eyes finally moving to find you, spotting you conversing with someone. That someone, Aizawa knew - who was obviously some sort of villain - was making you laugh. Whatever he said made your smile widen and that melodic laughter filled the room; sending chills down Aizawa's spine. Even through the music playing he could recognize and hear your voice clearly. 

Aizawa hadn't even realized that he was staring. His dark red eyes glaring holes into the side of the villain's head. He didn't know who the lesser-known villain was, and he didn't care to find out. All Aizawa knew was that he didn't like how close he was to you. Forcing himself to look away, he allowed himself to look anywhere else but at you. 

Aizawa had known you for years, having gone to UA with you. He remembered you to be friendly - kind to everyone - and very skilled at fighting and mastering your quite powerful quirk. In the very beginning, Aizawa found you slightly annoying, always bright and sunny. And for some odd reason, you really wanted to be friends with him. But, that annoyance slowly became something different. Something he hadn't noticed. Something he didn't want to notice. Something he wanted to fight tooth and nail to prevent, even if he knew it wasn't possible. He knew he shouldn't be feeling these things; these emotions. Feelings were dangerous. They caused trouble. They led to bad decisions. They led to regret. And all Aizawa wanted to do was study hard, work hard, and get on with life. So, like most emotions - that wasn't annoyance, boredom, and exhaustion - he tucked them away.

Then came the last year of UA, you had stopped trying to befriend him. Seeing that you were getting nowhere with him, and he did have to admit that he wasn’t the… Nicest when speaking to you. But suddenly you were getting better grades than him. This incident - playfully called 'the war' by Hizashi - began. You had gotten better marks than Aizawa, and he quickly became insistent on beating you. He knew he shouldn't care, and that in the end, it didn't at all matter who was on top, but he couldn't help it. He tried to push you down, studying harder each night. Training with Toshinori and Hizashi whenever he could. But you were stronger than you showed to everyone else, stronger than you showed even to yourself. 

At some point in the last year, your teachers stopped pairing the two of you against each other for training. Aizawa and your quirks, when used together, created an almost deadly combination - both powerful and destructive. Training usually ended up with the both of you in the medical wing after a draw. 

"Hey, are you ready to go? I couldn’t find anything.” You muttered that last part. 

Aizawa turned his head from staring blankly at a wall, his tired eyes meeting yours. "Hmm?" He hummed, making your small smile drop, and your eyebrows to furrow.

"Are you alright?" You asked, only for Aizawa to nod stiffly, his hand quickly taking yours before leading you out of the hotel.

You followed, almost tripping at times with how quickly he was moving, and - somehow - not bringing any attention to the both of you. These smaller villains really were dimwitted. You looked up at Aizawa, watching the side of his face. His lips were turned into a deep frown, his eyes half-lidded, tired, and seemingly irritated as usual. You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him before turning to watch in front of you. Aizawa was back to his usual, cold self; you were sure.

Stopping at your car, Aizawa dropped your hand as quickly as he grabbed it, and funnily enough, you missed his warmth. Without even looking at you, he held out his hand, palm up, and with a scoff, you dropped your keys into his awaiting hand. You silently slipped into the passenger seat of your car, buckling and crossing your arms. The drive home was tense, and it felt hard to swallow. You didn't dare to look at him while the both of you sat next to each other in complete silence.

You finally glanced over at him when you reached your home and he parked the car. His hands held onto the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. His eyes stared ahead, the same cold expression on his face. You were confused, and a bit frustrated. You had thought that maybe he was beginning to like you when you were at that party. He joked with you, he even smiled at you, but as quickly as you thought that you made some sort of progress in getting to know him - even just slightly - he was right back to his old self. He was just like before, cold and distant - and you wanted answers.

"Why do you hate me?" You suddenly asked, and Aizawa turned his head to meet your gaze. There was no response. Instead, he merely continued to stare right at you with those red eyes. How his cold, unfeeling expression never changed. The look in those eyes was unnerving. It unsettled you; it made you feel weak - for the first time in forever - like you were nothing to the Underground Hero. 

He looked away from you, and you could basically see the gears turning in his head before he spoke, "I don't hate you."

You sighed deeply, rubbing your temples before pinching the bridge of your nose. "You have a funny way of showing it." You shot back.

"I don't hate you," He repeated, his tone firmer now. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, leaning back against your car's leather seat and closing your eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. You opened your eyes again when you heard him shift uncomfortably in his chair. "I don't hate you at all."

"Then why do you act all..." You trailed off, waving your hand in the air slightly as you tried to find the right words to say, "Act all rude and grumpy to me?" You finished your sentence softly, "I mean, I thought that we were doing okay. You weren’t acting all grumpy when we were at the party. You even smiled. And then you just switch on me. And you’re back to your stoic attitude. I don't think I did anything to you to deserve that. Did I do something wrong? Have I done anything to offend you?"

"No," He muttered quietly, glancing over at you before returning his eyes to the road, dropping his hands from the wheel. "No, you didn't," He agreed. 

"Well then, what is it?" You demanded, your voice still soft, but still holding hints of frustration. You weren't about to let this opportunity slip through your fingers. Not again. 

Aizawa pursed his lips, taking in a deep breath before looking at you. And he surprised you with the expression on his face. Soft... Not cold, nor angry, but warm... Almost tender. You bit down on your bottom lip, forcing yourself not to look away, and you were more than sure that your eyes were beginning to trick you. Because you were sure that you saw his eyes flicker from yours to your lips and back. No, you thought. It's just your mind playing tricks on you. Nothing more.

"It's just..." He started, pausing as he pulled his hair out from the ponytail, and running a hand through his hair; sighing heavily. "Why are you so desperate to get to know me?"

"What?" Was all that left your mouth. That was not what you were expecting him to say at all. 

Aizawa began to internally panic, shaking his head as he went to grab the car's door handle, "Nevermind. I'll see you at UA."

Eyes widening, you shook your own head, "Wait, Shōta" You reached out for him, your hand coming to rest on his arm. "Please, can we just talk? And please, don’t shut me out."

At the sound of his name coming from your lips, Aizawa froze. Slowly lowering his hand, he took a deep breath before glancing towards you. He could feel his heart begin to race and his cheeks heat up, and he hated it. This feeling was something that he was not used to and one that he tried to avoid. But as you stared at him, your eyes wide with worry, a small frown on your lips, Aizawa felt himself grow nervous. Shutting his eyes, he felt a buzzing sensation rush over him, making his skin itch. He held back a yawn, his eyes feeling so incredibly tired, and as he opened them again, he knew there was no way out of this.

"I never could hate you, Y/N." He began as he moved his gaze back to you; his gaze determined, "Even when we were students, I began to… Admire you." His mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry, and he cleared his throat. "I always admired your courage, your determination, and your will to win. I always respected your intelligence and your kindness - not to mention you're a great teacher." He paused again. Your hand slid from his arm, and Aizawa wished - prayed - that the world would just swallow him up. He was not good at feelings, or expressing them, especially to someone like you. You, the one that tried so hard to befriend him all those years ago, yet he pushed away. You, the one that always managed to pull him right back. You were like an ocean wave, crashing against the sandy shore, pulling him back into your deep blue sea. 

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your laugh. His face began to burn as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and slight hurt; were you laughing at him, or was he thinking too much? He couldn't tell. But, as you laughed, your hand covering your mouth, he couldn't help but stare as the lights from the street lamps danced across your beautiful face, illuminating every feature. Your eyes crinkled as your cheeks dimpled, your hair falling forward and hiding your face from view. You were stunning, as always.

Your soft laughter subsided, and you brushed your hair out of your face, looking up at Aizawa with a look that he wished he could capture and keep forever. Maybe, just maybe, you weren't going to reject him after all. Maybe you weren’t laughing at him. He felt his heart beating quicker and faster, and as he swallowed heavily, anticipation simmered deep within him. Then... You spoke. 

"I think that was the most you've ever said to me," You stated, almost teasingly, your smile growing wider with each word.

Aizawa blinked at you, his eyebrows furrowing further together, "Perhaps..." He trailed off, and it wasn't long until you spoke again.

"If I am picking up what you're putting down, I think you're saying that you like me." You stated, raising an eyebrow as your smile slowly spread into a smirk. "Am I assuming correctly..?" You asked, your voice trailing off and amusement lacing your voice. Aizawa simply kept his gaze locked on you, his body tense and stiff in his seat. As your words processed in his brain, Aizawa felt his stomach twist painfully at the realization. He nodded, and you mimicked him with a small hum. "Good, 'cause I've liked you ever since we were students." You confessed, chuckling lightly as you gazed into his dull crimson eyes.

"Ever since UA?" Aizawa asked and you nodded, resting your elbow on the middle console, your palm cupping your cheek, holding your head up. 

"Yeah," You said, "Wasn't it obvious? I mean, the first two years I will admit that I was pretty determined to get to know you." You then let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes fondly, "My friends said I was like some love-sick puppy."

"Hizashi liked to tease me about it, actually." Aizawa muttered, but you heard him, your smile widening. 

Glancing at the car's clock, you sighed, before glancing back over at him, "Do you want to walk me to my door?" With his nod, it wasn’t long until you were walking up the steps; letting out a sigh as you reached the front door. Keys in hand, you turned to Aizawa with a grin. "Well, I’ll text Nezu the information we got tonight, but, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" 

Aizawa looked at you, and it was difficult to ignore how close you were. He noticed how your lips parted slightly, how your eyes sparkled in the light of the street lamps as you focused on him. He was so affected by your presence. 

His body seemed to react to you without him realizing it. His hand reached up, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face, his thumb grazing over your jawline softly. He watched the way your eyes widened slightly at his touch. Your breath hitched in your throat, and his thumb lingered over your jawline for just a moment longer.

Slowly drawing his hand away, falling to his side, Aizawa nodded. "Yeah," He mumbled in reply. "I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled, the smallest of smiles, but one of the most genuine ones that you had ever seen. 

"Okay," You breathed out your reply with a slight nod of your head, turning back around, opening the door with one final glance towards him, "Goodnight, Shōta." With those words, you slipped inside, closing the front door behind you with a soft click. Pressing your back against the door, you were unable to stop the smitten smile that spread across your features, your hands cupping your mouth, and your legs coming up to your chest; your entire body felt like it was on fire. 

Shōta Aizawa glanced at your front door once more before beginning his walk down the sidewalk. He couldn't believe it, but he still found himself smiling to himself as he walked home.

#cute #fluff #x reader #slight angst #fanfiction #fanfic #x you #x y/n #request #requested by anon #x gn reader #my hero academia #aizawa #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x gn reader #shota aizawa x you #shota aizawa x y/n #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x gn reader #shouta aizawa x you #shouta aizawa x y/n #enemies to lovers #mha #shota aizawa

[namjoon-koya]

Hello I’m new to the fandom.

I was wondering if I could have Headcannons of Aizawa and Pendent Mic if their they witnessed their pro hero s/o fighting Muscular on live tv and they are bloody and bruised up but keep on fighting until other pro  heroes show to help out?

a/n: sorry it took me a while to come around to this request but I hope you enjoy it! sorry if present mic part is short I usually don’t write for him a lot.

Aizawa and Present Mic witnessing their s/o fight Muscular

Aizawa:

When Aizawa saw what was happening on the news he panicked, this is why you weren’t answering your phone calls or texts messages. The newsmen zoomed in on you and Aizawa took in every little detail that he saw you looked tired, bruised and cut up. Your hero costume was torn in a few spots, but that didn’t stop you from standing tall against Muscular. Obviously the newsmen couldn’t understand any words you were saying to Muscular, but Aizawa noticed you were saying something to him.

He saw the rage fill in your eyes as you quickly summoned your quirk again, he knew how exhausted you would get when you would overuse your quirk yet here you were continuing to summon it without hesitation. Aizawa wanted to go help you, he couldn’t stand seeing you like that any longer; but he was told to stay in the dorms with his students in case the whole thing was a distraction. Aizawa tried hiding his emotions in front of the 1A class students as they watched as well, some of them would cheer you on.

Even Bakugou stated that there’s no way Muscular could win against you, “hmp, they’re tough as shit! Ain’t no way they’re going to do down that easily.” Bakugou was right though, you were able to hold off Muscular until more pro-heroes came to your aid, he watched as fatgum quickly carry you to safety disappearing away from the camera. Aizawa was able to convince All Might to watch over the students so he could go see you at the hospital (he basically drove like a madman over to you)

Once he arrives at your room he’ll quickly kneel beside your bed and ask if you’re okay, even after the battle you went through you still give him a warm smile and say you’re fine. Can’t cuddle with you in bed, but will definitely hold your hand throughout the night because he’s afraid of losing you and baby boy just needs reassurance.

Present mic:

Tries not having a meltdown as he watches you fight with Muscular on tv, we saw how he acted when he saw Aizawa get badly injured by the Nomu so he’s definitely going to be acting the same as well when you happen to be in a fight. Midnight and Aizawa try their best to help him relax, but he just can’t. He knows you can hold your end well, but Muscular already killed two pro heroes without showing any mercy. He flinches as he sees that you’re already bleeding from the side of your head, he doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until Aizawa tells him to relax.

He desperately bounced his leg as he watched you dodge Muscular attacks often whispering himself “to the right!” Or “dodge!” He was beginning to wonder if other pro-heroes would come help you or if they assumed you could handle it on your own (which he hoped they would still come to your aid either way) when the heroes did come help you though he felt relieved, he knew you could hold up your own which he was proud of you for, but now he just wanted to be by your side.

Principle Nezu allowed him to leave and go visit you at the hospital, when he arrived he gently placed a kiss on your lips as he held your hand. “You really are amazing, but I’m still going to get worried about you Y’know?” You nodded in agreement “I would’ve been the same if it was you.” You said to him as you smiled at him, god did he just want to cuddle with you right now; but you needed rest. So he would wait for you until you recovered.

#mha requests #bnha requests #mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha fluff #mha fluff #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #aizawa headcanons #aizawa fluff #present mic headcanons #present mic x reader #present mic x you #present mic x y/n #present mic fluff

[dragonpressgraphics]

wait wait wait wait wait

Okay, I know I'm late to a lot of anime these days (just caught up on One Piece, still watching the new Fruits Basket. in the middle of Free and I just started watching MHA) but I am MAKING VOICE CONNECTIONS...

and some of them are blowing my mind!!

So Top image: I've known for a long time that Jerry Jewell was Kyo Sohma from Fruits Basket (I MET HIM at Nekocon AGES ago!! got his autograph too! and If i could find it, a pic of him and me together) But I completely missed that he was Victor Nikiforov on Yuri on Ice!! I caught his voice in Free! as Momotaro Mikohshiba, thinking "Wow, he looks, acts and SOUNDS like Kyo!" and boom, he was! And I was looking up him up today to make sure i spelled his name right when I found out he was also Principle Nezu from My Hero Academia???? And then.

AND THEN.

Bottom Image: Of course most of you know I went on a One Piece Binge last summer, reacquainting myself with what I knew and then catching up on everything I missed… So I'm well familiar with Zoro's voice now.

I start watching MHA and its… All Might???? I don't hear it so much when he's powered up, but when he's NOT? That's totally Zoro!

Looked it up of course to find out i was right, it was Chris Sabat, and when I did, i found 3 more I had no clue about!!! But he's ALSO on Free! (Goro Sasabe), Yuri on Ice (Christophe Giacommetti) and Fruits Basket (BOTH versions, just like Jerry) - as AYAME?

Note 1: I need to go back and watch these shows again, see if i can pick them out this time around.

Note 2: I'm also amused by the amount of overlap, but that's probably inevitable.

Note 3: Probably not a popular opinion but i prefer Powered down All Might - both in looks and voice. Powered Up All Might gives me the creeps for some reason - i think because it's... performative? on his part, which makes SENSE. i just don't like it.

#voice actors #one piece #mha #fruits basket #free #yuri on ice #mind blown #jerry jewell #chris sabat

[siriuswritingandart]

Aizawa x LOV Member Reader (Headcanons) (An old Request)

Aizawa finds out when he sees you on a mission with the LOV

Aizawa is more mad that you didn’t tell him than the fact that you joined the LOV

Although the LOV is his rival he starts going easy on them because of you always being there 

Because Aizawa is a hero he has to break up with you

He never cried more in his life after he broke up with you

Whenever Aizawa sees LOV members without you he goes ballistic, thinking that they are the reason that you had to be a villain

Aizawa never wanted to break up with you but All Might threatened exposing the fact he was dating a villain to the press and to principle Nezu to get him fired

Although he loves you he also loves his students and he couldn’t leave them without knowing that they were safe and in the hands of a good teacher

Every night after breaking up with you he goes to a bar to make him forget about you. It never works and he only misses you more

He always checks the news to see if you’re still alive and well

When he sees how happy you are on the TV screen he breaks down crying

Aizawa never moves on from you and when you’re injured or if you ever leave the LOV for how violent they get his door is always open. He will patch up any wound and will comfort you if you left the LOV

Eventually you end up dead due to All for One killing you and Aizawa had never been more angry. He wanted to raise a family with you and care for Eri with you. He never wanted you to die

Aizawa blames himself after your death and eventually has to give Eri to Mic because he can hardly take care of himself, let alone another human being

Aizawa never blames you for everything you did. He holds out hope that you were either brainwashed or you were just going through a rough patch and wanted to rebel

#aizawa x genderneutral reader #aizawa x male reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #mha fanfiction #mha #fanfiction #repost

[princess-of-the-corner]

I just thought a fic idea.

After the USJ Nezu decides he need a pair of fresh eyes, someone who will help him weed out the traitor, and someone to fill that vacant vice-principal job. His choice?

Inko Midoriya.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha

While I don't think it genuinely makes sense, it's hilarious enough to commit to the bit!!!

WAIT WAIT WAIT

Okay so hear me out: In my AUs, I make it that Inko is a nurse. So how about instead of something she's not quite qualified for like VP, she's hired as Recovery Girl's assistant/eventual replacement?

She would still have the job of finding the Traitor, but being the school nurse would give her more time with the Hero Students. We don't even get that much of her 'weeding out the traitor' she's just helping fix problems.

Izuku is dying a little because ofc Inko has to be an embarrassing mom but she does pull it back most of the time.

Katsuki speedruns the redemption and therapy because Inko can see what's going on directly instead of just Izuku lying about it

Inko does not fear the reaper so she hears about Shoto's nonsense and then goes to yell at Endeavor first chance she gets. (somehow this actually works)

Everyone looks at the situation and is like "Izuku I know you say All Might isn't your bio dad but I think he's about to be your stepdad???"

Inko, being a nurse, looks at Denki zapping himself and is like 'you stop that right now!!!'

Bonus Points:

She shows up to Nezu's office in the middle of him and All Might discussing the bigger plot things. It was just something normal to update the principle on, but she sees an open file on the desk and pauses looking at a picture.

Inko, pointing at the photo: "That man there. Do you know how to contact him?"

All Might, confused: "Unfortunately if we could find him, we'd have solved a few problems by now."

Nezu, catching on: "Why, do you know him?"

Inko, slightly embarrassed: "Not exactly. Only met him the once. But even if he's some criminal, I think he still deserves to know he has a son now."

All Might and Nezu: *record scratch noise as they stare at AfO's file photo*

[quirkwizard]

Mr. Quirkwizard, as a MHA fan and as someone who likes mixing, matching and merging Quirks do you think that the main intelligent characters on the hero’s side such as principle Nezu or some other brainy character should utilize doctor Kyudai’s Quirk replication and implantation tech and his copied quirks instead of letting them go to waste? The doctor is no doubt a mad man, but his medical tech with Quirk is beyond desirable. (1/2)

The fact that he can create slightly weaker copies of “All for One” (only in storage capacity from what I’ve seen of the copies) and “Super Regeneration” is proof that this tech should be absolutely invaluable. With a copy of the “All for one” quirk plus the doctor’s medical tech, one could make a foundation that helps people with their Quirks and their Quirk’s shortcomings even though both “All for One” and the replication tech originates from mad men. The tech in my option should be used but what’s your thoughts on it? (2/2)

I'm really confused about that comment about "All For One". As far as we know, Garaki only had the one copy of "All For One" and there's nothing that implies he can copy it without All For One piggybacking off of it.

I disagree with this notion. I've already gone over the logistical issues of it. Garaki and "All For One" can't be replaced. Without "All For One" and the decades of research, trying to recreate it would be next to impossible. Garaki's still in the picture, but there's now way anyone is letting him out. Only one who has the chance is Nezu, who I'm certain that given his backstory, wouldn't to experiment on people. Even then, there are a lot of factors that we don't know about with the process with cloning and transferring Quirks. The only consistent examples we've seen are Nomus. So either working with corpses is a lot easier, if still difficult, or that it doesn't work out so well with a living target. I mean, the only living subjects we have seen with cloned Quirk is Tomura, All For One, Garaki. The latter two were helped along by "All For One" and we all saw the terrible stuff Tomura had to go to under get the original version of "All For One". Even if you discount that as Garaki stoking the hate in Tomrua, it still only one example and it isn't an amazing one.

And even if all of that worked, there's still the problem of putting multiple Quirks in people. For most people, they cannot handle multiple Quirks. You need a lot of mental and physical discipline to even handle two Quirks. The risk for things going wrong here is permanent brain damage or death. Who in their right mind would even attempt that with such a high risk, whether it be from experimentation with it or treatment? It wasn't just Garaki's experience that mattered, but that he was devoted and delusion enough to work on it. And Nezu is somewhat unstable, but he isn't psychotic. Then there is the issue of cloned Quirks being weaker then the original. Now, there isn't a lot of great examples of this, the most we have is "All For One" being cloned, but it has been stated several times to be the case. So if it does work, it won't always work out well. That's not even mentioning the myriad of ways this could be used for devious means. We've seen the kind of stuff that All For One and Garaki has done with it. Could you imagine if that was in any one else's hands?

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Kyudai Garaki #All For One #Nomu #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

[moth-monarch]

Ummm as long as I’m not being annoying maybe a fic of Dark Shadow interacting with principal nezu? Because neither of them are human and have been treated “less than” humans. If you don’t want to write nezu could you do kurogiri instead with the same premise? Because they are both seen as “monsters” and look so similar. (Again sorry for bothering you)

AAHHH! thank you so much for the ask! I will do my best but I've never written any kind of fanfic/one-shot down [for this fandom] so it might be formatted a bit weird! also, you're not bothering me or being annoying! I love being interacted with and writing stuff for characters I would otherwise rarely write for! I will do my best with this! thank you so much for the ask! I am really sorry this took so long [sorry about the long preamble]

it had been just like any other day for tokoyami. waking up to dark shadow screaming in his ear. going to school. barely surviving class. going back to the dorms to drop off their stuff. going home. getting kidnapped.

when tokoyami & dark shadow realized they were not where they were a second ago, all their hero training came flooding back to them and they started fighting. aimlessly, but fighting none the less

tokoyami fought as hard as they could but all his efforts were in vain. the person he was fighting was seemingly immune to his attacks.

tokoyami and dark shadow paused. the pair shared a glance. taking a moment to observe their surroundings.

a closed-off, damp, room with minimal lighting. in the center of the room floated? stood? a purple, smoke-like figure which dark shadow and tokoyami realized was one of the main members of the league of villians.

dark shadow quickly continued to attack, only to be restrained by fumikage. the three stared at each other for a long time. that was until principle nezu walked into the room, confusing dark shadow and tokoyami.

nezu explained in his far too cheerful voice that he had thought the four of them getting together to discuss the unfair treatment and discrimination they face as the result of not being what most people would think to be human.

the four quickly became engrossed in the other's stories and experiences. dark shadow taking change when the chat came to tokoyami, fumikage only injecting a few times throughout dark shadows' story.

the talk lasted much, much longer than any of the other participants had expected. when fumikge felt his phone buzz in their pocket, they saw five missed messages from his mother, three from hawks, and several from various of fumikages' classmates.

tokoyami brought this up and politely excused themself from the discussion. when he tried to get up and leave. he instead walked through a warp gate courtesy of kurogiri.

warped right back to where he had been. tokoyami quickly replied to all those who had texted him. apologizing to hawks for not being able to get KFC with him later, leaving his classmates in their class group chat on read, and explaining to his mother that he had gotten caught up talking to a friend and didn't feel his phone vibrate but that they would be home within the hour.

being a man of their word fumikage hurried home and made it just in time for dinner.

again, thank you so much for the ask! I am so sorry if this was not what you were looking for and that this took so long! until I find a tag for my textposts or any of my posts that aren't reblogs, I still need help finding that tag!

~moth☆

#mha #bnha #fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami #dark shadow #headcannons #mha scenario #i still need help finding a tag

[rarepears]

"Fans are also banned from UA" yeah like that's going to stop anything.

Nezu's going to have the security personnel literally crying for backup because Shen-sensei is right here and he won't listen to the rules.

(And let's be honest, making Aizawa a teacher was probably part of Nezu's master plan to have Shen-sensei show up in the first place. The principle has a sadistic side and thinks children crying in fear builds character)

The fan ban doesn't stop Shen Jiu, but it certainly stops Aizawa because Nedzu has threatened the precious coffee machine in the teacher's lounge.

(Shen Jiu scoffs. This is why tea is superior. It's just hot leaf water.)

Shen Jiu gives all the misbehaving children called security papercuts and then forces them to run laps. The security team listens like they are students again, not people who have been hired to stop intruders from UA campus grounds.

Let's be real, Nedzu had no grand plan. Even he's intimidated by Shen Jiu. All his prey instincts are activated by Shen Jiu's presence. Nothing the principal says can stop Shen Jiu from doing what he wants. Besides, Shen Jiu and Nedzu are probably equals in intellect/manipulation, the latter by quirk, the former by experience (and survival of the fittest).

Read more in the #shen jiu was aizawa's hero teacher and then becomes bakugou's as well au

#svsss #svsss au #svsss ideas #scumbag self saving system #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #nedzu #nezu #bnha #bnha crossover #bnha ideas #boku no academia #shen jiu was aizawa's hero teacher and then becomes bakugou's as well au

[asleep-in-the-keep-sideblog]

Asleep In The Keep: A DP x BNHA fic

Summary: Theories are made about Phantoms connections with AFO

Word count: 1160

Chapter 8: Meeting Topic: All For One

8/?

With the departure of the heroes, only six people were left in the room. Most of them Toshinori trusted, officer Tsukauchi and principle Nezu being longtime friends, along with his mentor, Gran Torino. The two women from the Hero Commission, he couldn’t trust them further than he could see them.   

“Please have a seat, Mr. Yagi.” Ms. Makoto eyed him down, letting her facial features reveal nothing. It was obvious she didn’t like him. In their previous interactions, she had always used his formal name rather than his hero one, like she did everyone else. Toshinori just hummed and took a seat opposite Tsukauchi. “Since you were not present in the last meeting, I will go over what was discussed. The new villain Phantom. Now-”  

“Do we truly know enough about him to call him a ‘villain’” Principal Nezu interrupted. His face held a smile that was as consistent as his All Might smile. “I didn’t say anything before, so as not to undermine your authority to the heroes, but don’t you think the Hero Commission is being a little too hasty with their analysis of the situation?”  

“One would think a creature of your intellect should be able to understand how much of a threat he is. In these situations, we must assume the worst as he gave us no other choice.”    

“I hardly think him saving my students,” Young Midoriya, he should not have been in the fight, “along with countless others, is giving you ‘no other choice’ as you chose to call it. We must look at this on all sides. Ignorance will only lead to devastation.”  

“What makes you so quick to defend him? Did you not read his file? Are we lowly humans not smart enough for you to even bother?” She leaned over the table glaring down at him. The stress must really be getting to her.    

“You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that, I’m sure you are very smart,” despite having a level voice, Toshinori would say that principle Nezu was being condescending, “And as for your file, I found it very biased and quick to an unfounded conclusion.” Nezu lifted his tea to his mouth, which must be cold at this point, and closed his eyes as if enjoying its flavor.   

“Enough of this!” Gran Torino yelled out, “The boy has already proven to be dangerous and unpredictable. When he took down the Nomu, my body couldn’t move, not even to save Izuku from that creature…” Gran Torino looked down at his shaking hands, “We know nothing of the boy’s alliances. He has enough in common with All For One, so we should treat him as such” And that was the topic of the meeting. All for One. They all knew it, but a chill spread through the room affecting all but Nezu and Ms. Makoto. After reading the report, however biased it was, Toshinori could feel there was a connection between the two. He knew it was almost impossible for the man to be back, but dread filled his heart and his missing stomach ached at the thought.   

“We cannot judge what we do not know. Phantom had no hostility to the heroes except when they moved to attack him, and even then, he didn’t fight back even though he clearly could have. I do not believe that he and the League are working together. There are too many inconsistencies.” Nezu's logic was reasonable and his voice firm, despite that, Toshinori couldn’t find much comfort in his words. Of course, they were working together.    

Phantom was released alongside the rest of the Nomus. Not only that, but only a few blocks away from where stain was caught was a LOV sighting, as if they were watching how he did out in the field. It was hard to draw up a different conclusion.  

“Who cares about the Inconsistencies? If there is even a 1% chance they are working together, we must assume that is the reality. We cannot wait for the boy to reveal whose side he is on and risk harm to the public. All for One is too dangerous to take that chance.” Toshinori understood Gran Torino. He and Toshinori had already lost too much to AFO to take that chance. He whipped some of the blood that was leaking from his mouth.   

“You are letting your fear blind you.” The words bathed Toshinori in ice water, yet Nezu continued, “He is just a child. A child we can still save. Would you really be willing to kill someone just to find out that they were innocent in the end?”  

“If the other option is to let even more innocents die if I’m right, yes” Gran Torino was colder than Toshinori had even seen him. His mind would not be changed.   

“What inconsistencies were you speaking of before, Principle Nezu?” Toshinori didn’t want to see his mentor like this, so he quickly changed the topic.   

Nezu, taking the hint, moved on without letting anyone else speak, “Wouldn’t Phantom have caused more chaos rather than mercy? Wouldn’t he have helped Stain? Speaking of Stain, I don’t believe he’s a part of the League either, but that's a different topic. My point is, he has done nothing to ally himself with the League, and don’t say he’s trying to trick us or gain our trust, that is a flimsy theory.” He looked briefly at Gran Torino, “He would’ve stayed with the heroes, boasting his accomplishments, instead of fleeing the scene”  

Toshinori knew Gran Torino had much he wanted to say, but instead he sat quietly in his chair.   

“What is your theory then,” Ms. Makoto, obviously not pleased with how the conversation was going, questioned.   

“I have several.” Nezu said with a glint in his eye, “Many of them you don’t need to know but I will tell you this one.” Nezu stood up on his chair, but it didn’t give him any more height, “He is a Nomu.” tension filled the room at the implication. “At least that’s only one of my theories. Not enough information to prove or disprove the others.” He sat back down as if aware of the bomb he just dropped.   

If that was the case, Toshinori couldn’t imagine what the poor boy had been through. AFO had abused and isolated his own brother, and that was his way of being ‘kind’. The boy must have been experimented on for God knows how long to be that stable with that many powers. Even the Nomus, who were engineered to handle more than one quirk, had lost all facets of their humanity. Why had this boy not suffered the same fate? Perhaps it had to do with the boy’s quirk before AFO interference? Or maybe…   

“Principal Nezu! Are you saying this boy is All For One’s son?!” It would explain the resemblance and how the kid was able to handle so many quirks…  

“I didn’t say that,” Nezu said with a smile. This guy would suck to play poker with. “But that could be one possibility.”  

“If that's the case, why go against his own father?” Tsukauchi reasoned.  

“You just said why” Nezu gave no explanation.   

“Are you saying this is some kind of teenage rebellion?” Ms. Makoto rubbed the bridge of her nose.   

“It could be.” Nezu responded back, “If this is indeed the case, I would like to have him at UA if you capture him. We have the same goal, and I’m sure he would prosper in a less harsh environment.”  

“PRINCIPLE NEZU YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!” Toshinori had transformed in his panic.   

“You really think the Hero Commission would hand him over to you when he is appended? We have much more efficient ways of molding youths into becoming heroes than your academy could ever provide.” She had a smirk hidden in her eyes. No, a challenge.   

“If you think so.” Nezu sidestepped, “But that is if you are actually able to catch him.”  

“What?!” Ms. Makoto was starting to get pissed.  

“If UA is able to take him into custody, we will not turn him over to the Hero Commission. He will remain under our care, and we will give him the education and environment he deserves.” Nezu closed his eyes again and nodded, satisfied. Ms. Makoto looked ready to explode.   

“You do not have the authority to do such a thing” she spoke with her teeth clenched. She was still trying to hold it in.  

“I very much do. UA has been independent from the Commission for some time now.” Nezu jumped down from his chair and started walking towards the door, “Make sure to tell your president that this is the deal” Slowly as if the spell that bound them in the meeting lifted, everyone except the HC employees left, following after him. Even Gran Torino has exited the room.  

Toshinori sent one last look at the remaining occupants, before fully exiting the room, and bowed “Have a good rest of your morning, Ladies...” Ms. Makoto was pale. He shut the door behind them.  

~★~ 

“Are you sure that's a good idea, sir,” Yagi Toshinori asked, walking slightly behind Nezu in the corridor.   

“Of course it is, Yagi. We can’t leave that boy out there where All for One could still get to him.” He had a lot to plan if he really wanted the boy at UA. He would need a full medical exam and maybe even a therapist, who knows what horrors he had to endure under AFO. A hand unconsciously raised to his scar. They have a few things in common…  

One thing was for certain.  

If the Hero Commission captures him, he’ll be hardly better off than with AFO.   

If UA was able to take him in, it would be a chance at a real life. At freedom.  

Being a living weapon? Or being a free person?   

It was a race to get to the boy first.  

#dp #danny phantom #dp cross #dp crossover #dp fic #dp x bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #Nezu

[yaimlight]

Heroes vs Villains

A/N: I have no clue what this is or what I’m even doing. This has nothing to do with what I am currently working on and honestly I don’t even know where this even came from. I’m blaming sleep deprivation. Any way, I thought I would post it and see what you all think. Who knows, if it gets enough interest maybe I’ll make it my next project.

“You can’t be serious,” Snipe’s voice rang out across the silent office and Aizawa sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes. “She is a convicted criminal and you want to let her loose on the students”. They had been going over this for nearly an hour now and all he wanted was to crawl inside his sleeping bag and ignore them. He wouldn’t get to do that though, not for a good few hours and definitely not till he had justified his decision to the understandably worried teachers that had gathered to watch the horror show that was about to unfold.

“They need to lean and she offered,” Aizawa grumbled, sinking back into his seat. Honestly it was a little insulting that they were questioning him about this. Over the years Aizawa had certainly pushed his students to their limits but he had never intentionally put them in dange and was no different now. Even if he did think that half of them would probably end up in Recovery Girls care before the day was out. “Nothing is going to happen to them, she knows the rules”. Aizawa glanced over at All Might who had come to his defence, the once hulking man now frail and sickly looking. He looked so sure of the fact and Aizawa really hoped it was true. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the girl, just that he knew a past like that was hard to move on from and something like this would bring it all crashing back around her, especially if things went wrong. A possibility he didn’t want to bring to the other’s attention.

“We must put our faith in our students and trust they will be able to handle whatever is thrown at them. They will be graduating soon after all,” Principle Nezu said cheerfully. His beady little eyes were already fixed on the screens, not even nothing to look away as he spoke to them. The whole room fell silent, every one of them watching him intently and waiting for him to say something else but the rodent stayed quiet, sipping at his tea and still watching the black screens like there was something there worthy of his attention. Aizawa probably should be worried about the level of interest Nezu had in this but at this point in his life he was just too tired to care. As long as no one got seriously hurt everything would be fine.

“So that’s it then?” Midnight huffed from where she was lent against the wall, her arms folded over her chest and eyes darting around the rest of the silent occupants in the room. “We just split them into two and see what happens?” That was putting it a little simply but for the most part she was right. Friendships would be tested, students would undoubtedly get hurt and people’s true worth would be known. It was a dangerous game to be playing but it would give the would be heroes a taste of what was waiting for them outside of U.A’s walls.

The small clock struck ten and all the screens flickered to life, flooding the otherwise dimly lit room with a hazy light as it began to flash up small clips of all of his current students in mid fight. They all turned to watch as Present Mic’s voice boomed out loudly from the speakers, a noticeable air of anticipation filling the room despite the earlier concerns. ”Welcome listeners to U.As first ever Heroes Vs Villains 3A slam down. Two teams, twelve hours, five objectives. Will our band of courageous heroes come out on top or will the dastardly villains grind them into dust. Only time will tell so stay tuned because it’s going to be one hell of a fight”.

The screens turned white, the words Heroes Vs Villains: Ultimate Showdown flashing up on the screens before changing to a live video feed of the inside of the heroes base of operations. Groaning, Aizawa slumped down even further into his chair. On screen Iida was already rattling off some complaint about health and safety whilst Bakugou glared daggers at the class rep and Midoriya tried to appease Iida whilst also subtly moving him away from the explosive blonde. This was going to be a disaster, Aizawa was sure of it and if they weren’t careful the villains were going to end up with a solid head start without even having to lift a finger. “3000¥ sais the heroes kick ass.” At some point Midnight had moved next to him, leaning down so she could whisper in his ear without risking the others hearing. On screen a motorcycle raced through the abandoned city, its two occupants seemingly with a clear destination in mind. The villains were on the move.

Smirking, Aizawa offered Midnight his hand. “You’re on.” They shook hands, seeking their deal and never once taking their eyes off the screens in front of them. This was probably going to be the easiest money he had ever made and he didn’t even feel bad about it. You would think by now people would stop underestimating his students, considering all they had been through. After today that would finally stop because none of them were going to give up without a fight and this was going to be one hell of a show down.

#mha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #fem!reader #tctc #todoroki shoto #no clue #what is this #ideas that go nowhere #twos company threes a crowd #todobaku #bakugou x reader #bakugou x todoroki #todoroki x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x reader x todoroki #bakugou x fem!reader x todoroki #todoroki x fem!reader #villain

[everytsukauchi]

#bnha #naomasa tsukauchi #mangacap #chapter 342 #ft. principle nezu

[a-ghost-that-writes]

Trusted

Ship: Katsuki x Setsuna

Inspiration: One Word Writing Prompts [pt. 4]

AU: Pro-Hero Life

This was one of the biggest parties Setsuna’s been invited too. It was the UA class reunion and to see how everyone has been doing since they all graduated. For Setsuna, it was like a home coming, for she hadn’t seen her old classmates since her wedding with Katsuki. Old principle Nezu was going to retire this year and wanted to give a proper farewell to the two classes that changed the school forever. It would be interesting to see what everyone has been up to. 

She and Bakugou arrived at the old auditorium:

Izuku was all smiles and was blushing with his fiancée Momo Yaoyorozu. Shoto Todoroki came with his new wife Asui Tsuyu. Itsuka and Shinsou were there as a couple as well. So many of their former classmates were either married, getting married, or just simply together. With Setsuna and Katsuki, they just mingled a bit, reminising about their days as students with their friends. There was a common joke about how the pair got together and shocked the heck out of everyone.

Little did they know, Setsuna was actually pregnant. She isn’t showing yet so it will really shock the hell out of everyone once she actually starts to show. Overall though? The event was a nice get together for everyone involved. When it was time for everyone to head home, Setsuna held Katsuki’s hand the whole way.

She even put his hand to her stomach as they walked. She knew he was blushing, he didn’t even try to hide the fact he was happy he was going to be a father. 

It was the start of a new chapter for the couple, and they couldn’t wait to begin it.

#BNHA #BNHA fanfiction #BNHA oneshots #Katsuki x Setsuna

[lexcos101]

ALL TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL 3

(I am sorry. But do not feel like writing about the hero vs villain or the sports festival. Everyone knows what happens. Plus, I do not know how I would input Y/n in those situations because it is all even. If you all want me too, I will but till then. I will stick to not writing it.)

Y/n’s Pov

U.A high, I finally get to join and work alongside amazing people and their quirks. I was to stop by Uncle Nezu’s office first to grab all the need-to-know things. Since my papa would not tell me. The school is humongous, and it is extremely easy to get lost. But then I felt a tap on my shoulder. A girl with orange hair looked at me and smiled.

“Hello, are you looking for someone?” She looked at me and tilted her head.

“More like somewhere. Can you please help me find Principle Nezu?” I smiled to her, returning her smile back and she froze for a moment.

“Y/n Yazawa, right? I am a fan. Sure, I will show you to Principle Nezu.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me with her.

“Sorry for not asking before, but what is your name?” I followed behind her.

“Itsuka Kendou, Class 1-b" She stopped, abruptly and I ran into the back of her.

“I am so sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry. I did not give much warning.” She nodded her head then the bell rang.

“I must go now. See you are, Yazawa.” She walked off and I knocked on my uncle’s door.

“Come in!”

I walked in and he jumped onto my shoulder.

“My favorite niece.”

“I think I am your only niece.”

“Which makes you, my favorite.” He smiled and went back to his desk picking up a folder.

“This is all the classwork you must make up. The Class-1A students have been through a lot. But they are about to start some hero studies internships. During that time, you will stay here and work on assignments and missed out training.” I nodded along.

“I must warn you; your Papa isn’t easy on his students. But I believe in you. I will walk you to your class. So, follow me.” Uncle Nezu jumped back on my shoulder and started to point me in direction until we made it to a room labeled, ‘Class-1A’

“Good luck, my favorite niece.”

He then left me here.

I knocked and walked inside.

My Papa looked at me, then towards the class.

“This is Y/n Yazawa, my daughter. I will not hesitate to expel you if you try anything. Many you Mineta.” My Papa motioned me to step forward, to introduce myself more fully.

“Hello, like he said. My name is Y/n Yazawa. Just call me Y/n. My quirk is elements, which if you do not know include; water/ice, fire, earth and wind. I hope we can all be friends.” I smiled at everyone. A pink haired girl caught my attention, she was smiling and wiggling in her seat.

I smiled walking past her; I went to the only empty seat in the back. Assuming it was mine.

“Alright, now back to what I was saying. Hero Informatics. You need code names. Time to pick your hero identities.”

The class started to jump around with glee.

“This is related to the pro-hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together. Normally, students don’t have to worry about the draft yet. Not until their second or third year actually, but your class is different. In fact, extending offers to first- years like you, pros are essentially investing in your potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interest in you dies down after graduation, though.”

There was a bang on a desk.

“Stupid, selfish adults.” Mineta looked at his fist.

“So, what you’re saying is, we’ll still have to prove ourselves after we’ve gotten recruited.” Hagakure said and my Papa nodded.

“Correct. Now. Here are the totals for those of you who got offers.” The chalkboard started to show a chart. I looked down and started reading class work, dissociating from the world around me.

“You’ll have hell to pay later!” I knew that voice.

Aunt Nemuri!!

She gave me a small wink before taking her stand at the podium.

“What you pick today could be your code name for life. You better be careful, or you’ll be stuck with something utterly indecent.” She stood beside my papa and looked around the class.

“Yeah. She’s got a good point. Midnight is going to have final approval over your names. It's not my forte. The name you give yourself is important. It helps reinforce your image and shows what kind of hero you wanna be in the future. A code name tells people exactly what you represent. Take All-might for example.” Papa started to zip up his bag. I poked Todoroki's back.

“Does he sleep in here a lot?”

“Yea. Every class or ever other class.” He turned back around. I then looked down at my wrist. My soulmate's mark started to glow again. Like it did back in elementary school.

I took the board and the marker and began to think. It didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted.

“Already know?” Momo shared a smile my way.

“Yes, I have thought about this for a while. It’s a name to grow into.” I looked back down at it and smiled. Thinking of the phone calls mom and I had.

“Now students, who amongst you is ready to share?”

Aoyama stood up, walked to the podium and put his board down.

“Hold your breath.”

“The Shining Hero. I cannot stop twinkling! Mon Amis. You can’t deny my sparkles.”

I covered my mouth to not laugh, not wanting to sound rude.

“It will be better this way. Take out the ‘I’ and shorten the cannot too can’t.” Aunt Nemuri changed words around.

“It’s stunning, mademoiselle.”

Some of the students bickered.

Mina went next.

“My code name: Alien queen.”

“Hold on, like that horrible monster with acidic blood? I don’t think so.” Aunt Nemuri looked scared. Mine walked back to her desk sulking.

“Ribbit! I think I’ve got one. Okay if I go next?” Tsu raised her hand.

“Come on up!”

She stood up from her desk and walked to the podium.

“I’ve had this name in mind since grade school. Rainy season hero: Froppy!”

“That’s delightful, it makes you sound approachable. What a great example of a name everyone will love!”

The class started to shout her hero name.

“I’ve got mine, too. The Sturdy Hero: Red Riot.” Kirishima said looking tough.

“Red Riot? Interesting. You’re paying homage to the chivalrous hero, Crismon Riot, yes?” She pointed a finger at Kirishima.

“That’s right. He may be kinda old school, but someday, I wanna be just like he was. Crismon is my idol.” He raised a determined fist.

“Hm. If you’re bearing the name of someone you admire, you have that much more to live up to.”

“I accept the challenge.”

Everyone gave him a smile.

“The Hearing Hero: I’m Earphone Jack.”

“Now that’s a good one.”

“The Tentacle Hero: Tentacole.”

“Oh, I like what you are doing with that. A nice portmanteau.”

“The Taping Hero” Cellophane!”

“That’s on the nose. Good work!”

“Martial Arts Hero: Tailman.”

“No surprise with that one, I guess!”

“I’m the Sweets Hero: Sugarman!”

“Perfect”

“Pinky!”

“Make those looks work for you, girl!”

“Stun Gun Hero: I am Chargebolt. Electric don’t ya think?”

“Makes me all tingly!”

“The Stealth Hero: Invisibke Girl!”

“That really suits you!”

“Now come on, who’s gonna step up next?” Aunt Nemuri reached her hand out.

“I hope I can live up to this name. The Everything Hero: I am Creati!”

“Creative”

“Shoto”

“Just your name? Is that it?”

“uh-huh”

“Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi.”

“Ah, God of the night!”

“Fresh-Picked Hero: Grape Juice.”

“Very Kitschy!”

“Petting Hero: Anima”

“Yep. All about it!”

“King Explosion Murder” I looked up and was met with an angry stare. Katsuki couldn’t be serious.

“I’m gonna say that one’s a little too violent.”

“Uh, what do ya mean?!” He started to bicker with her.

“Why don’t you be explosion boy?” Kirishima yelled across the classroom.

“You shut up, weird hair!”

“This is the name I thought of: Uravity!”

“I just love that!”

“To be honest, choosing names is going faster than I thought it would. All we have left is young Bakugo, who needs to re-think his, Iida, Yazawa and oh Midoriya too.”

“Tenya”

“You’re using your real name, too?”

“Midoriya? Are you ready?”

He got up and walked to the podium.

“Really, Midoriya?”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah, man, remember, that could be your name forever.”

“Right. I used to hate it. But then something changed. I guess someone taught me it could have a different meaning. And that had a huge impact on how I felt. So, now I really like it. Deku. That has to be my codename.” Midoriya sat back down, and I stood up.

I walked to the podium and my aunt smiled at me.

“I am the Elements Hero: Mother Nature”

“That reminds me a lot of your mother's hero name. Make sure you make her proud.”

“I will!”

I went to sit back down, and Papa stood up.

“Now that everyone’s decided on their hero names, we can go back to talking about your upcoming internships. They'll last for one week. As for who you’ll be working with: Those of you who are on the board will choose from among your offers, everyone else will have a different list. You have a lot to think about. There are around 40 agencies across the country who’ve agreed to take you on interns from your class. Each agency has a different specialty that its heroes focus on. Keep that in mind.” Papa looked over at Aunt Nemuri.

“Imagine you were Thirteen. You’d want to focus on a place that focuses on rescuing people not fighting villains. Understand?” She finished and smiled to the class.

“Think carefully before you decide.” Papa picks up a stack of papers.

“Yes, sir!”

“Turn in your choices before the weekend.”

“We only have two days?!” Sero looked at his teacher.

“Yeah, so you should start now. You’re dismissed.” My Papa walked out, closing the door behind him.

Everyone was talking about their internships and who they would choose. I tried not to get into the converstation as I had nothing to contribute. So, I just decided to stick to my late classwork assignments.

A few minutes passed and the students were leaving.

I felt 3 pairs of stares on me.

When I looked up, the stares were no longer on me. But Mina was in my face.

“Um, hello.” I tried to smile.

“Can I walk with you home? Please.” She jumped around me.

“Of course.” I stood up and walked towards the exit with her. Feeling the stares again.

“Have you spoke to your soulmates, yet?” She looked over at me, as we changed into different shoes.