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🎄🎅🎁 Xmas HCs ⛄🌡❄

Merry Christmas/happy holidays! Hope you're enjoying a restful day 😊💕

Here's a lil thread of some xmas-spirit fandom thoughts to read while drinking some coco 😌☕

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EraserMic ❤️💚❤️

EraserMic where Hizashi is getting ready for xmas eve dinner, listening to "Merry Christmas Baby" as he styles his hair.

CW// xmas fluff, a couple smooches 💋 

He serenades the toothbrushes on the countertop, proudly belting out the lyrics "Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas, now I'm living in paradise!" even though they've been married for years.

Shouta watches fondly from the doorway, propped up with a small smile on his face as the whir of the blow dryer competes w the volume of the music.

Shouta decides to walk in and hook an arm around Hizashi to pull him in. 

Hizashi yelps in surprise, the noise dissolving into chuckles as he looks at Shouta sweetly and caresses his cheek. "Was just saying how bad I wanted to 'hug and kiss you, baby,'" Hizashi says teasingly, pecking Shouta on the lips.

"Still thankful for that ring, huh?" 

"Everyday," Hizashi replies sweetly, kissing him again.

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"Merry Christmas Baby" (the `Sheryl Crow version reigns supreme in my book... it's my favorite Christmas song!!)

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Dadzawa ft. Eri 💚❤️💚

I think that when Aizawa taught Eri about the holidays, he maybe left out a few key details about Santa. Because when he finds the letter she left for him, he can't help but chuckle.

CW// xmas fluff, Aizawa as Eri's caretaker 

She's left it laid out for Santa on the coffee table in the living room and has since gone to bed for the night. Aizawa skims it again and again, reading to himself:

Dere santa,

Hi my naym is eri. I lik yer bag red is pretey. Du u lik crismus or halowin mor? Thenk u for tawking to me. I no ther ar a lot of kids.

eri

She drew little hearts and what looked like both candy canes and pumpkins around the margins, and Aizawa laughs that not even once did she mention a gift she would like. 

Mirio spends the next day explaining to her in grandeur terms that Santa will give her anything and that's he magic and all she has to do is ask him for it, and she stares in awe and then considers it deeply before responding, "I like candy apples!"

Aizawa is sure she'll like the gift he got her just fine: a new hero costume, something small she can wear around school when he's in his.

He also got her some plushies. She tends to enjoy cuddling up when she goes to sleep, and he often finds her holding a pillow when he has to wake her. 

Aizawa doesn't mind not explaining to Eri that Santa already knows her name because it saves him trouble in the future. Plus, the kid is too inquisitive and bright for her own good. He'll stick with Santa being her pinpal who leaves her a surprise gift or two every year.

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KamiJirou ❤️💚❤️

I just think that the one year Kyouka leaves wrapping presents to Denki that he loses his whole entire mind.

CW// xmas hc, KamiJirou w kiddos, frustrated packaging, quirk use... 

Kyouka gets called in on xmas eve and Denki is like yeah yeah yeah I got everything. Don't worry babe. See you on xmas morning.

And he does have everything: the baking cookies for Santa, impromptu xmas music dance party while they're in the oven, watching a xmas movie, bedtime stories, and super fun red and green striped pajamas.

All is going great with the kids in bed by 9 until... packaging.

He's tearing the paper with his hands, misplacing the tape every 5 seconds, biting ribbon off the spool, and tearing his hair out to get it done. 

He feels like he's been doing this all night, staring at the clock to see an hour has gone by, but there's still a massive stack to wrap. He's already wrapped... 4... 4! 4?? He huffs in frustration, throwing a remote control car aside as he grabs the next gift. 

The doll is probably the worst one. It takes him 3 times as long to figure out the packaging than it does the other gifts, and when he sets it with the other stack of finished gifts, he's relieved. Until he finds later that the paper has torn???

He suppresses the urge to scream as he picks up the doll, electricity buzzing across his fingertips. He grabs more gift wrap, huffing exasperatedly, trying to patch it, but the doll's arm just pierces it again, and soon, before he can think about what he's doing, the paper crumples into ash as he zaps the toy with an electric current. The doll is fried, face a bit burnt and hair sticking straight up, and he grits his teeth in embarrassment, deciding maybe it's time to take a break.

He goes to "make sure" Santa has eaten his cookies with a glass of milk and then goes back to his room to reevaluate.

Just as soon as he's finished transferring wrapped gifts to underneath the tree, he hears a familiar voice behind him ask, "How's it going?"

He turns to see his wife smiling back at him, still wearing her hero gear and clearly just having walked in. 

Kyouka laughs when she sees the doll.

"I kind of figured honestly," she teases, and Denki feigns outrage.

"I can't believe you think so little of me," he pouts, and she chuckles as she pulls out another doll from the top of their closet.

"I just had a feeling..." she says, taking the wrapping paper and packaging it in a quick two minutes.

"You're magic," Denki says in awe, and she laughs.

"Whatever... You're the one that pulled off Christmas Eve all by yourself. I think you're magic."

"I love you," Denki mutters against her lips, and she gives him a peck.

"Love you." 

A/N: So basically "Toy Packaging" by Sara Groves

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KamiSero 💚❤️💚

SeroKami but ice skating!! ⛸

CW// fluffy xmas morning thoughts, basically a 🏳️‍🌈 Hallmark movie 🎄

I think that Kaminari goes skating every year, and now that he and Sero are dating, he invites him to come with.

Sero agrees without a second thought but acts bashful when the night comes.

They get some hot cocoa when they arrive, and Kaminari notices that Sero seems to look nervous, holding onto the cup tightly and darting his eyes to the ground nervously.

"Hey, you okay?" Kami asks him, and he chuckles a little.

"Y-yeah. For sure. Uh-" 

He scratches the back of his neck, his face flushed, perhaps from the cold or otherwise, as he admits, "I just, uh- well, I don't actually know how to skate..." Kaminari smiles big at him, and Sero returns it as they both start to laugh.

"Oh! That's fine, babe. I mean, we definitely don't have to, but... I can teach you." Sero smiles big and nods at him, taking his hand as they go to rent skates.

He's unsteady when he steps on the ice, and the look of panic in his eyes when he steps onto the rink sends Kaminari into a giggling fit. 

He holds him tight, but his wobbling just encourages Kaminari's chuckles until Sero's feet are sliding up from under him and sending him and Kaminari into a heap on the ice.

Kaminari is inconsolable, and Sero can't help but smile, even with the ache from hitting the ice so hard.

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Serroki ❤️💚❤️

Serroki where Hanta goes to The Todorokis' Christmas dinner

CW// Shouto getting overstimulated, cute boyfriends fluff

They haven't been dating for long, and this is their first Christmas being together, but Shouto asks him to come because Christmas dinner always proves to be difficult in his family, and he'd feel better having Hanta there with him.

Hanta knows how short Shouto's social battery is, particularly around his family, so he's prepared when midway through their meal, Natsuo starts to argue with their father and Shouto stands up abruptly and shuffles out of the room without a word.

He had been attuned to the way Shouto had been fidgeting with his fingers, drumming them against the top of his thigh before his eyes went vacant altogether for awhile, tuning it all out.

Then he was gone, and Hanta excused himself politely soon after to find him.

It didn't take long. Just down the hall was a coat closet beneath the stairs where he found Shouto nuzzled beside some boxes and totes, cradling his knees.

Hanta just smiled and sat down beside him, leaving a few inches of space between them as he pulled out his phone.

He sent him a request to play an iMessage game, and Shouto accepted it without looking up, playing a round of Connect 4 as Hanta listened for Shouto's breathing to level.

After a couple more games, Shouto had leaned into Hanta, allowing him to cradle him closely, placing kisses on his cheek.

They passed a chunk of the evening there in careful silence, and the family hardly noticed they had gone when they finally slipped back to the living room after Shouto had calmed down.

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That's it! Hope you liked it!!

#erasermic #kamijirou #kamisero #seroroki #dadzawa #my hero academia christmas #christmas headcannons #merry christmas #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff

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Fuck it. UA instructors as...things the staff from my college have done, I guess?

Because it's been three and a half years since I graduated and I miss that place every single day

Principal Nezu

Principal Nezu has everybody's names, faces, and quirks memorized before the first day of school. This is never acknowledged.

(Recovery Girl also learns everybody pretty much right away, but she interacts with them a bit more directly than Nezu, so it doesn't seem quite as weird)

Somehow Nezu manages to both be so chill and yet have no chill.

Nezu once texted Mic to ask if he was available for a call about some program at school and when Mic didn't answer within 15 minutes because he was DRIVING Nezu just called him anyway and was like "is this a bad time? I can call you back :)" Like, no,no, We're both here now, let's have this conversation now. Go ahead

One time Nezu pulled the Big Three out of their classes and brought them into his office to sit them down like he was about to have a Big Serious Conversation, and then he just says "Do you think...it would be possible for you to visit the first year hero classes...and tell them about your experiences? :)" Mirio and Nejire are both going "yeah, sure", while thinking why did we have to get pulled out of class like this was something really important? Amajiki is hyperventilating.

Power loader

Power Loader is like some kind of cryptid.

He just shows up when things need to be fixed, fixes them, and then disappears again. He never says a word. Don't question it, just be grateful and let him stay in his hiding place

Random knowledge. Whenever the rest of the staff has some random question that no one else can answer. Ask Power Loader. He knows. He always know. Don't question that either, he's just one of those kind of people

Power loader and All Might are the only two teachers who were asked to come to UA instead of having to apply

13

Actually 13 falls somewhere inbetween applying and being asked to join the staff, because she kind of created her own job.

She just had a meeting with Nezu one day to be like "Your students need an Unforeseen Simulation Joint! Here's what that means and why you need it" And Nezu went "... :) You're hired!"

All Might

Toughest person anybody knows. Can not handle spicy food.

Everybody loves him. Anybody who doesn't isn't cut out for hero school. This is not bragging, it just happens to be true.

All Might once listed one of his credentials as BAMF. (Izuku absolutely lost it that day)

While discussing I Island with Izuku, All Might very casually stated "My ex husband lives there" as if that isn't an Absolute Bombshell to drop You can't just Say That and NOT ELABORATE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE AN EXHUSBAND!?!!???? (Izuku lost it even more that day)

Present Mic

Mic has a bad habit of talking a little too fast. Nobody's ever 100% sure what he said.

Also he swears. Like. A lot. Like, he would get in trouble as a student for swearing.

There is a drawer on Mic's desk that's labeled 'Present Mic's Top Secret Hiding Place' and anybody who notices it is just like ??? because it's clearly labeled and Not a Secret. But Mic is very scatter brained and will lose anything as soon as it leaves his eyesight. Having a specific place to put things help with that.

EraserMic

Married. But they don't really talk about it, and they don't act married in front of the students, so a lot of them don't realize it

It's actually surprising because they have pictures of them and their kids on their desks. All you have to do is go to the teacher's office. It's not a secret. It's right there.

There's a class for the second years on like, heroism and personal lives or something. Eraser and Mic get to teach part of that unit because they have experience being married heroes.

One year when Aizawa says that he's married to Mic one of the students asks him why

That same year, when Aizawa reveals that there is one teacher he will never be friends with (like, even more than all the other teachers), just because they have nothing in common other than working at UA, and the same student asks him if it's Mic

People assume Mic gets special treatment as Aizawa's husband. This is not true. If anything, he's more likely to get the short end of the stick and be asked to cover for Aizawa.

Eraser Head

Aizawa forgot that there was supposed to be a chaperone for the remedial licensing training and said he would probably be the one doing it. He was not. He sent Mic. Thus proving the previous statement true.

Bad at interpersonal relationships

Has a bad habit of mumbling. Students are never 100% sure what he said

At some point, the people around him start referring to doing anything overly rational as 'pulling an Aizawa'. Yeah. ...yeah...

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Did someone asked for a sweet little Eri bothering her favorite grumpy dad on the morning ?

No? Ah, that's okay, you can have it anyway 👀

(pls, do not repost this on others platforms ;;)

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Doodle of Aizawa with a cat.Coloring the background takes too much time,so I didn’t

Close up

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Hello friendsss!! It's my favorite holiday of the year: SPOTIFY WRAPPED DAY WOOOP

So let's kick this off with my favorite prompt off all time. Submit your pairings and #s below!! Can't wait to write some cute lil drabbles for you guys! <3

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #spotify wrapped #writing challenge #writing prompt #bnha #mha

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MIC AND SOME PRO HERO FRIENDSSS✨️✨️

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CW// NSFW, ElectricWings, implied age gap, mention of underage drinking, dubcon (both characters have been drinking), nightclub setting, semi-public blowjob

Keigo found himself right back at his usual spot: on a leather stool towards the end of the bar, eyes fixated on the glowing presence of a stunning blonde. He looked young, maybe too young, and Hawks wondered if he was getting his drinks with a fake or relying on other patrons. But he looked like he came alone. No, he looked lonely, more specifically, even as pretty as he was. His shorts rode high up his thighs, a pair of black net stockings running down his slim legs underneath. He wore a cropped graphic tee with a rough sketch of what looked somewhat like a smiley face. His hair was slightly spiked, and a crooked streak of dark hair caught his eye. Hawks wondered to himself idly if the kid did it himself or if it was natural as he nursed the drink in front of him. He'd downed enough that he knew what was next, and with such a pretty little thing so close by, there was no stopping it.

The all too familiar, dizzy feeling set in his stomach as he reached the bottom of his drink. He had just enough to energize him, pushing him to his feet on instinct where he glided over to where the giggling beauty flirted with the bartender.

“Hey, handsome,” Keigo tried, flashing a smug smirk at the young man sitting in front of him, twirling his finger along the rim of his mixed drink. “Whatcha drinking?”

“Vodka sour. Why? Tring to mooch off my drink?” he teased, and Keigo chuckled a little.

“No, just seeing if you’d like a refill, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I’ll need a couple more refills before you can call me that again,” the man teased, playing it off like he was disinterested as Keigo tsked lightly.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that? You don’t like pet names? Or somebody already call you that?”

“No, I’m just not a cheap drunk, so if you were trying to pepper me up, it’s gonna cost ya…” Keigo snuffed, slipping into the barstool next to him as he gestured at the bartender for a refill.

“Lucky for you, I’ve got plenty to spare. So to whom do I owe the pleasure?” Keigo said in a playfully chauvinistic way, haughty in manner.

“What? Is that you asking for my name?” The man teased, and Keigo knew he was in for a treat if the teasing was already being laid on this heavy.

“Wow, you must be psychic or something, huh?” The man rolled his eyes, emptying the rest of his drink as the bartender brought them fresh glasses.

“It’s Denki.”

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As the night progressed and the words exchanged got a little looser, seeping through with the alcohol for enhancement, Denki warmed up just like he had expected him to.

“Sorry I gave you so much shit,” he mumbled, looking into his cup contemplatively.

“For what?” Keigo asked.

“The flirting. It’s just… Just had a guy dump me.”

“Aww, had your heart broken, sweetheart?” Keigo tried his luck again with the pet name, nudging Denki gently. “Want me to kick his ass?” Denki snorted in response, taking a long sip from his drink.

“Nah, it’s whatever. He was a dick anyway. Doesn’t know what he’s missing…” Denki slurred, smiling a little. “Only went out with him for a couple months. Wasn’t serious. I ‘as too good for ‘em.”

“Yeah, you were, sunshine,” Keigo encouraged, and Denki looked up at him with glassy eyes, intrigue filling them before a smile spread across his face.

“I like that one,” he said seriously, and Keigo grinned.

“Sunshine?” And Denki nodded enthusiastically in response. Keigo chuckled, rubbing a hand on his shoulder. “Alright, then sunshine it is,” he beamed.

“Wanna dance?” Denki asked, and Keigo grinned, agreeing.

“Yeah, I wanna dance with you, sunshine. I mean good god, look at you…”

And just like that, Denki was pulling them from their seats and onto the dance floor. They weaved through the crowd, the music becoming central, pulsing through them as they clung close to each other. Denki started to dance, and Keigo's hands fell into place in his waist like they had always belonged there.

Their bodies moving as one on the dance floor, they fused together like they were meant to be. Denki’s tight little ass grinded on him so nicely, it didn’t take long before he was sporting a semi, nudging Denki to press against him harder.

Over the roar of the music, Denki took Keigo’s jaw in his hand, turning his head so that his lips pressed to Keigo’s ear, his back pressed flush against Keigo’s chest as he said, “You know, I really came here to get laid.”

Keigo’s grip tightened on Denki’s waist, pulling him closer. “That makes two of us, sunshine.”

And like that was the magic word, Denki grabbed his hand and began wordlessly pulling him through the crowd again, the bright, flashing lights blurring his surroundings as he pushed through sweaty bodies out to the edge of the room.

In no time, they were in the restroom, and as soon as they reached a stall and Denki had secured the lock, Keigo fell to his knees like he was programmed to do it, making fast work with Denki’s belt.

He didn’t waste any time past the obligatory “I’m clean" that Denki promised, but it didn’t matter to him much anyway at this point whether that was true or not. He just wanted this gorgeous, electric force of a man to become a moaning mess under his touch, taking the same effect that he had had on him throughout the night.

“Oh, fuck,” Denki cursed, quickly bucking up into the touch of his lips as they encased his ripe tip. “Yeah, that’s good…”

Keigo began to take him as far back as he could, smirking at the shell-shocked look on Denki’s face as he took him down his throat without any give, showing off the fact that he had no gag reflex. Denki’s hands threaded in his hair instantly, pulling tight as Keigo bobbed his head, working along his shaft as he fondled his balls with his free hand.

Denki’s mouth formed a pretty little “o” shape, soft pants and whines filling the bathroom as Keigo took his cock like it was a full-course meal.

It was a pretty little thing, studded with jewelry on the tip, his swollen pink head like a cute little scowl instead of a threatening grimace. His whole body was cute as a button, thin and lean, delicate and dainty. He felt so luscious against Keigo’s cheek, and he was ecstatic to pull another one of those sweet little moans from Denki's lips when the stubble on his chin scuffed up his balls a tad.

Keigo grinned, wrapping both hands strongly against the back of Denki's thighs and leveraging him forward to take him deeper. The movement made Keigo struggle a bit, gagging slightly, but Denki jolted with pleasure, hands going slack against the wall of the stall as he sank down a bit, posture sagging against his will as he fell deeper into the pit of pleasure. Soon, each breath was a curse, and his fingernails, painted black, threaded through Keigo’s hair to pull him down harder on his cock. The pre leaked more and more, and Keigo smirked against him, humming a little to encourage him, drinking up and savoring every little sound, little movement, fidget, whimper.

And soon he was spilling down the back of Keigo’s throat.  He tasted heavenly, warm and salty yet slightly sweet. Keigo could relish in the flavor all day.

Just as he pulled off with a pop, the door of the bathroom swung open, the creaking hinges indicating that another bar patron had entered. Denki and Keigo both went rigid, exchanging glances before Denki started giggling, and Keigo couldn't detain his own grin.

“Wanna get out of here?” Denki asks, and Keigo nods in agreement.

#electricwings #denki kaminari #hawks #keigo takami #hawks smut #nsfw #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #smut

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“Zashi!” Shouta bellows as he storms into the house, pulling the door open with his one free hand, “I need wash assist, immediately!”

CW// EraserMic established relationship (they're husbands <3), Shouta finds a stray cat

Hizashi turns a corner with a towel on his head, using it to dry the water from his ear before he can slip his hearing aids back in. “Huh? Dishwasher help?” 

“Not that kind of wash…” Shouta says, but he doesn’t have to clarify because the small animal in his arms does plenty of filling in the blanks for him. Hizashi’s jaw drops when he sees him – the tiny kitten that can’t be more than 6 weeks, meowing up a storm from his place wrapped up in Shouta’s arms.

Shouta’s still in his hero costume, and the kitten is all bundled up in his capture weapon to keep him warm. It’s evident it had been raining, and from the looks of how thin the kitten is, he probably wouldn’t have survived the night. Hizashi is wise enough to know that there’s no question in whether or not they’re keeping it. Shouta doesn’t ask for much in their marriage, but when he sees an abandoned kitten that needs his help, he won’t pass it up – ever. It’s not like Hizashi minds anyway – something about seeing his partner so soft is endearing, and it makes Hizashi’s heart light up with little flares of endearment, flooding with the joyous reminders of why he married this man.

With a smile that holds years of commitment behind it, he removes his towel and puts his hair up, shooing their two grown cats out of the room before they can get too keen on the situation and develop an attitude about it. They will be introduced on the right terms at the right time, but now, the issue at hand stands with pertinence.

The kitten is all black with the most beautiful cerulean eyes and long, white whiskers. Hizashi already knows how sick it makes Shouta to find a black cat left so carelessly outside to suffer because studies show that bombays are most likely to get dumped solely because of their association with paganism. People can be so heartless, and Hizashi sure doesn’t like it any better, but it seems that it resonates even deeper with Shouta – maybe because of his heart for the sweet and defenseless that get cast away by the world for their “villainous” abilities. It hits close to home, and maybe even more so since Sushi. If there’s any one thing that defines Shouta, it’s his tendency to leap in and protect the weak or the naive from the pain of this world. Shirakumo taught him that – in more ways than one, and it changed him – made him speculative, more careful, calculated, rational; but Hizashi knows that it also made him softer, sweeter, gentler, and attuned. It’s no wonder Hizashi’s been a sucker for years.

“I’ll run a bath if you grab the soap,” Hizashi offers, and Shouta nods, the mewling fading into the other side of the house as he goes. They’ve done this before, most recently when they brought Sausage home. Shouta had adamantly called the puffy, long-haired cat “Box” because, creatively enough, that’s where Shouta had found him. At least he didn’t insist on “garbage” or “trash can,” considering the placement of the box, and Hizashi did show him some mercy for that. However, with his arms crossed and feet planted a nice 6 feet from his smelly husband who was still fragrant with residual waste, Hizashi scanned the fat cat who growled with a low gripe of discontent, and he decided: “Sausage, because he’s hefty, and he smells like the back of a Korean BBQ joint.” Shouta had just nodded once, Sausage vocalizing his offense, but all was forgiven when Hizashi opened a can of wet food for the cat and put on a quick meal on the stove for his husband.

Shouta entered shortly after Hizashi had drawn a shallow bath, warm water coating the bottom of the tub in their master bedroom. He came bearing the dish soap in his free hand as the kitten tried to wrangle free from its combines. It was no use – the device it was trapped in was warm and flexible like a scarf, but it wouldn’t give in to the small animal’s frantic moves, the metal elements keeping it bound tightly and safely, likely how Shouta made it home using just his arms.

The kitten didn’t act feral – not if the way it purred against Shouta’s skin was any indication, and Hizashi just hoped it wasn’t chipped. It would break Shouta’s heart to have to give the thing up, especially to someone he deemed irresponsible enough to let the poor thing roam free outside. Hizashi had faith that this kitten would remain theirs, though.

As Shouta unbound the kitten from his capture weapon and placed him in the tub with strong but caring hands, Hizashi began scrubbing. For such a small little being, the stench it carried was awful, and Hizashi could already tell that the vet bill would be… a feat. With the seamlessness that accompanied experience and partnership, Hizashi wrapped the kitten up in a towel and hurried to dry it, working with Shouta in tangent to get the kitty clean and comfortable as efficiently as possible.

Shouta handed the cat over to Hizashi as he stepped over to the drawer by their sink to rummage around for the clippers and a treat. Hizashi stared face-to-face at the kitten and cooed at it, even as it howled unhappily in tiny little screeches what with having been caught and bathed. It was good though, needed, with all the plants it had evidently been tied up in. Hizashi wondered idly where Shouta found the little guy (but he needn’t ask less he wished to spark a debate on why the cat should not be called “creek” or “thorns” or “nighttime”). He quickly found when the sweet thing managed to turn over in his arms, that he liked to have his belly rubbed, an unusual spot for a cat to enjoy, and Hizashi couldn’t help but think of how puppy-like the angelic little fur-ball acted. It was adorable, and Hizashi was already wrapped around the thing’s little paw. Sharp little paws, he dutifully noted when it took a playful bat at his hand. Shouta was at his side shortly after, holding the clippers in one hand and the squeezy-tube treat in the other. Hizashi repositioned the kitten in the towel so only one paw stuck out the top of the fabric and began administering the treat as Shouta skillfully clipped down the kitten’s nails. The runt barely noticed, too occupied with the feast in front of him, and Hizashi couldn’t help but giggle softly as he watched the tiny body scarf down the delicacy like it had never seen food before.

Even as quick as the kitty devoured the snack, Shouta was faster, knocking out 10 claws like nobody’s business before moving to the hind legs. This was easier, harder for the cat to pull away, and Hizashi just kissed and cuddled the tiny meow-machine, taking note of a very thin patch of sparse white hair right between his eyes.

“Check the sex?” Hizashi asked, and Shouta hummed in thought, crouched by the fuzzball’s stubby, restless legs.

“Male, I think… But it’s too early to tell. His fur’s a bit long there.”

“Cute little thing,” Hizashi remarked and Shouta agreed.

“Had to chase him through that little stream down off of 6th street, little bastard. He was a shivering mess by the time I caught him. Good thing I was in uniform because otherwise, my socks would have been soaked through in no time.” At that, Hizashi snuck a disapproving glance at Shouta’s boots and grimaced, seeing the layers of mud caked on that he had undoubtedly dragged through the entire house. But it was all inconsequential; Shouta would clean the mess tomorrow, and they’d have a new kitten, one that would make them both incredibly happy, and that happiness would be tenfold for Hizashi because seeing Shouta have something to fawn over was pure bliss.

“I love you, baby,” Hizashi says sweetly, and Shouta almost blushes, despite the ring weighing heavy on his finger that proves that statement indefinitely. “You have such a sweet soul, and I cherish you, my love. Look at this sweet little life you saved.”

Shouta takes the trash from Hizashi’s hand and discards it, closing in around Hizashi and the kitten to place a kiss on his forehead and then the kitten’s. “Thank you for always putting up with my bullshit.” Hizashi snorts at that, setting the kitten on the countertop to finish drying it meticulously so it doesn’t go into shock from the temperature change. Shouta takes that as his cue to go and gather up some miscellaneous supplies: a litter box here, a tunnel there, some bowls for food and water, some toys. Hizashi returns to finishing his moisturizing routine, and he still has a few emails to send out, so he draws the bathroom double doors shut and plops down onto the bed, pulling his laptop into his lap.

The sound of bells ring as a ball gets tossed around the bathroom and paws softly hitting the floor with rambunctious acrobatics bring a smile to Hizashi’s lips. It isn’t long before he can’t help but put work aside to leave for tomorrow, curiosity getting the best of him as he opens back up those double doors.

All he can do is stare for a while, a smile sitting permanently on his face as he takes in the sight of a still fully dressed Eraserhead sitting in his master bathroom, knees laid to his side with a pole in one hand, a feather dangling from a string attached to it and a little bell that rings with each and every turn and twist of the toy. The kitten leaps up in the air, trying to capture the enticing green feather, but it quickly shimmies away, skittering across the floor. The kitten goes pouncing, and Shouta wears a satisfied grin, not even noticing his husband in the doorway as he swings the toy back and forth, content doing only this for all of the night.

“You should probably try to rest, love. Work early tomorrow morning…”

“I know,” he agrees, tone amiable as he continues to hype up the little kitten. “I’ll come to bed soon.” Hizashi only smiles knowingly, making his way over to give Shouta another kiss. Shouta leans into this one, capturing Hizashi’s lips as they come closer to his.

Yep, Hizashi considers to himself, I have the cutest husband on the entire planet. And he’s happy for it.

#erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #hizashi x shouta #shouta aizawa #yamada hizashi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff

[artificial-sleep]

"Wow, that's a long time," the youth reveled, looking at the men in front of her, sitting side by side, hands folded together as they nodded.

CW// established EraserMic, older EraserMic being nostalgic, fluff, Hizashi is hard of hearing 

Yamada chuckled, nudging Aizawa a bit. "Yep, we made it past the 7 year itch," he said with a sly grin, expression saying he intended it playfully but was still sincere. 

"And the 12-year stretch," Aizawa remarked unimpressively, although his voice was a little kinder with age, more relenting -- stripped of that seriousness he needed to harbor when on duty. Age had softened all of his rough edges. Or maybe Yamada had done that. 

Aizawa always seemed a bit more at ease with Yamada, a little less complacent when he warmed up to his husband's side like a cat stretched in front of a fire.

"And the 25th anniversary," Yamada said matter-of-factly, gesturing at the young woman in front of them. 

"What was so bad about 25 years?" Aizawa asked with furrowed brows, and Yamada whipped around to look at him.

"The family," he stated obviously.

"Ah," Aizawa agreed, and they shared a knowing grin. "Your family 𝘪𝘴 pretty intolerable..." Yamada just rolled his eyes, nodding lightly as Aizawa teased.

"Yes, well, you see, 25 years, and everyone wants to be involved," Yamada explained to the younger woman. "They worm their noses into your little world, and that's when the in-laws start piling in, asking for a place to stay, a spare bedroom to be put up in as they crawl out of every corner of Japan. It's all really just a lot of prying and whatnot." Aizawa just nodded in agreement with Yamada's words, adding quietly, "I just want to be with you." Hizashi gave his hand a squeeze. 

The young girl shook her head with understanding, eyes wide like she wanted to learn something.

"So you've been married for... what? 40 years then?" 

Yamada looked at Aizawa as he said with hesitation... "Forty... what? Forty-six years? Forty-seven?"

Aizawa just nodded again, replying quietly, "47."

"Huh?" Hizashi asked, and Aizawa grinned.

"He can't hear for shit," he added, looking at Yamada who frowned. 

"HUH?" he yelled for emphasis, clearly teasing at this point.

"Pipe down, old man, or we'll all go deaf," Aizawa grumbled.

"Bold of you to call 𝘮𝘦 the old man." They both chuckled.

"Don't let him fool you," Yamada says to the girl. "Shouta actually is the one with terrible selective hearing. Oh, and he's slow. You should see how long it takes him to get ready in the mornings." Aizawa rolled his eyes, sinking further into his chair. It was clear the two were more comfortable now, teasing and bantering like young boys again.

"Wow," the young woman announced to the open air as the couple seemed to sink further into nostalgia. "Almost 50 years."

"Mmhmm," Yamada said, squeezing Aizawa's hand tighter. "A looooong time..."

#erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #aged up au #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff #hizashi x shouta

[artificial-sleep]

Hitoshi heard the roar of laughter echoing off the walls of his house as soon as he entered. A smile broke onto his face automatically as he crept inside, shutting the door behind him softly and setting aside his brief case, being careful not to make a sound. 

CW// ShinKami parents, fluff 🥰

He heard his toddler shriek from the kitchen, giggles erupting afterward as Denki's strained chuckles followed. Feet shuffling, shoes thudding against the wood floors as eager little legs carried the toddler around and around the island countertop like a carousel. Hitoshi took off his own shoes and walked with hushed steps to the kitchen where Denki had cornered their child between cabinets, creeping softly toward her with a wide smile. "Oh, I GOTCHA now!!" he exclaimed in victory, grabbing her and hoisting her into his arms as she squealed and screamed, giggling and squirming to try to escape his tight grip.

She melted into his arms as he placed little kisses on the top of her head, making dramatic smooching noises that made her giggle even harder.

Hitoshi’s heart beamed as he stepped around the corner, and his little girl leapt out of Denki's arms and ran excitedly toward him.

"DADDYYYY!!" she yelled, running to wrap her stubby arms around his legs, nuzzling against his knee caps before he picked her up and planted a big smooch on the top of her head.

"How's my little shining star, huh? Were you good for dada today?"

"Yeah!" she answered with enthusiasm, scrunching up her nose and squeezing her eyes suuuuper tight before pressing her nose against her father's. Hitoshi mirrored her, drawing back and giving her a soft boop afterward that made her scream again. Hitoshi chuckled, setting her down and rubbing over his ears with a, "Wow. She's really got some range."

"Pipe down, starlight," Denki said as their toddler made it to her feet again and immediately started running in circles around the countertop again, shrieking in overexcitement.

"Hi," Denki said finally after a little chuckle, caressing Hitoshi’s cheek and leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Hi, love," Hitoshi responded with a soft grin, draping his arm around Denki's shoulder. "How are you?" 

"Well, she's been a hoot, for sure, but we had a really fun day" Denki said sweetly, looking at their daughter with fondness. Her tufts of wavy blonde hair fell over her shoulder, her violet eyes bright as the moon. 

She looked like a ray of sunshine illuminating their kitchen, filling their space and making it feel like home. 

"How was your day, honey?" Denki asked as Hoshi came back around and tried to climb Denki's pant leg, her way of gesturing to get him to pull her back into his arms.

"Perfect," Hitoshi replied, taking his two most favorite people back into his arms. 

A/N: Hoshi means star in Japanese 😭😭 Denki is Hitoshi’s sunshine, and Hitoshi is the moon that orbits him, and their daughter is their guiding star.

I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE and also I'm not an astrologist, so don't come for me, okay? It's just a romantic analogy

#shinkami #parents #denki kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff #domestic fluff

[artificial-sleep]

"Shoooooutaaaaa, smile~" Shouta’s mother hummed, holding the camera lens in front of her child's pouty, unimpressed glare.

CW// quick drabble, young Aizawa and his mother, super fluff 🥰

Her son kept that gloomy expression like he depended on it, holding out despite his mother's encouragement.

"Oh, just two seconds," she said in a playful tone, tilting her head to the side and looking past the small screen. Shouta stood with his arms crossed, bookbag hung over his shoulders all dressed up in his little uniform for his first day. 

"C'mon, you look so handsomeee... just oneee. One little picture, and I'll let you go. Just smile. Pleeeease?" 

Shouta huffed, turning his head toward the pavement as his mother set the phone down and got closer to him. She pinched his cheek a little, a smile coming across her face as she poked and tickled gently, and Shouta squirmed and fought, trying to wriggle free. 

"Oh, I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you've got a smile somewhere in there, Sho! You can't convince me you're not excited!"

"Stahhhhp," Shouta whined, trying to push her hands away even as a tiny smirk slid onto his face, despite his desperate attempt to conceal it.

"AHA! THERE IT IS! I KNEW YOU HAD A SMILE IN THERE!!" Shouta started chuckling as his mother stepped back and aimed her camera again. "Alright, let's see it, Shouta! Let's see that handsome grin!" Shouta gave her a final look of mock disapproval before flashing a massive, eye-to-eye unnerving grin. 

It made his mother keel over laughing, capturing many pictures of his creepy little smile which was clearly more mocking than anything.

Nonetheless, she tackled him in affection, pulling him into her arms and planting kisses all over his face as he playfully resisted, laughing hard.

"Okay munchkin. I love you!! And I'm so proud of you. You know that?" she exclaimed, and Shouta looked to his feet with a small smile.

"Yeah, I know..."

"AND I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THAT HANDSOME SMILE!" she yelled as she turned to head back inside the house. 

"Yeah, whatever," he said, turning to head to the bus stop.

"Have a good day!!"

"Love you, Mom," he grumbled, waiting until he had turned around to smile freely.

"Love youuuu," she cooed before shutting the door and watching him from behind the window. 

A/N hi I woke up exploding w soft parenting ideas. And just ask any of my friends; I could talk about my hcs for Shouta’s mom for daysssss. But here's just a quick lil drabble I thought up while I was reading today. Hope it made you ✨️smile✨️ hehe 😁

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #kid headcanons #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha

[artificial-sleep]

Hizashi and Shouta had settled into bed for the night when Hizashi hums contentedly and draws Shouta’s attention.

CW// fluff, they need a day off, pillow talk, implied playing hooky, established EraserMic

They're lying in the dark, Hizashi tucked into Shouta’s side, who asks gently, 

"What're you doing?"

"Fantasizing," Hizashi replies in a low tone and then waits for Shouta’s response, casting a glance over his shoulder at his husband.

"Fantasizing?" Shouta echoes, and Hizashi only hums in agreement, smirking to himself as Shouta goes still and quiet for a moment.

After a few beats, he finally asks, "About what?" nuzzling his jaw against Hizashi’s neckline.

"Mm... about..." Hizashi starts, huffing a bit humorously before admitting, "if I woke up with a fever tomorrow and couldn't go into work." Shouta snorts, and Hizashi follows after him with a laugh.

Shouta asks more seriously, "Are you sick?"

"No," Hizashi groans, slinging his forearm over his eyes, and Shouta chuckles lightly.

"Well, good thing..." he adds, "because if you had a fever, I'd probably have to call into work, too..." Shouta said with an implication of playfulness.

"Oh nooooo," Hizashi said with sarcasm, making Shouta sighed amusedly. "That would be terrrrribleeee, Sho..."

"Mhmm," Shouta agreed, tugging Hizashi closer to his side.

"It really would be crazy though, huh?" Hizashi asked, and Shouta hummed in reply. "If we both woke up suddenly violently ill?"

"Well, let's just hope for the best then, shall we?" Shouta said, and Hizashi smiled, knowing that he had successfully gotten Sho on board with his "fantasy." 

(A/N: It's me. Fighting the incredibly strong urge to pretend to be ill tomorrow so I don't have to go into work at 6am lol)

#erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha

[artificial-sleep]

I've been thinking about dull razors as a trope since that Sam Hunt song "Vandalizer" from 2013.

Imagine ShinKami where Denki uses Hitoshi’s razor and obnoxiously being like "Feel my legs!! Feel! They're so soft!" And Hitoshi batting him away, pretending to be annoyed but breaks out laughing instead as Denki tackles him.

The next day, when Hitoshi goes to trim his stubble, he can't help but smile like a kid because his razor is full of that idiot's leg hair, and he loves that idiot.

#shinkami #shinsou hitoshi #denki kaminari #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff

[artificial-sleep]

WTF DENKI WITH KIDS??? AGHH! Omg imagine little toddlers, just teetering around on wobbly little legs; they would LOVE him!! They'd giggle and he'd smile really big and coo at them and they'd just grab his face and laugh and pull at his hair AGHH and he would just be so SWEET

Just imagine him laying on the floor, propped up on one arm with a picture book in front of him, and he makes up a story using the pictures as this baby tries to tackle him playfully I'm SCREAMING

#denki kaminari #bnha kaminari #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff

[artificial-sleep]

This is a repost bc I originally couldn't decide which pairing it was but it's ShinKami

CW// domestic fluff 🥰💕✨ 

Hitoshi: *still awake w his laptop perched on his lap, curled up on the couch and typing away at a report in the living room*

Denki: *walking past him to go to the kitchen for some water* You're 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 working on that?

H: Yeah I'll finish up in a bit

D: You promise? 

H: *looks up to find Denki in jammie pants that are dragging on the floor, exhaustion in his eyes -droopy and heavy with sleep- hair a mess and voice groggy and mumbly*

H: *smiles sweetly* Yeah, baby, I promise

D: mmkay *shuffles out of the kitchen, mumbling,* g'night 

*plants a lazy kiss on Hitoshi's lips*

H: Goodnight sweetheart

D: *shuffles off to bed cutely*

H: *can't even focus on his work anymore because of how adorable Denki is* *shuts laptop* *climbs into bed to cuddle*

#shinkami #hitoshi shinsou #denki kaminari #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff

[artificial-sleep]

In honor of Spotify Wrapped coming out *this week, I present to you: each MHA character's top played.

*This thread is reposted from twt and was originally posted in December of 2022

If this is your first time seeing this post, you can access the beginning of the thread here!

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Lastly: ☠ villians ☠ 

Shigaraki

Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine

A robust and haunting ballad that I associate w Shigaraki's metamorphosis: how we watch him grow, evolve, becoming fuller, passion intensifying. I think this song feels like that transformation. 

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Dabi

Cradles by Sub Urban

This song sounds like Dabi fusing his fucked up past w his identity and taking ownership of his madness. He's perfectly content w becoming a monster (and God that makes him UNREASONABLY sexy ...sorry) 

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Toga

Fire Drill by Melanie Martinez

Melanie Martinez has that sweet, school-girlish feel that Toga embodies so well, and her lyrics contextualize the fragility of life and how the world has a tendency to alienate. And it just fits. 

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Twice

Running Up That Hill (cover) by Placebo

I think Twice found his place w the LOV but spent most of his life on an uphill battle. And this version of this song specifically feels like that heavy sorrow associated w finding where you fit in too late. 

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As per request, I am adding Fat Gum 😌

Juicy - Better than Ezra

He's giving fun, kinda goofy vibes just like this funky little bop. I envision that Fat Gum is the life of the party. He doesn't have any enemies, and he's a happy-go-lucky type of guy. 😊

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Hope you found some bangers in here 💕 

Here's a link to a playlist w all these songs. You might go insane if you just hit shuffle LOL bc almost every song belongs to a different genre but also go for it bc why not 😄

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This thread is part of a series because Tumblr only allows me to link up to 10 songs in one post :)

You can find all of the posts in this series here:

Class 1-A (pt. 1) Class 1-A continued Shinsou, The BIg 3 Top Heroes and Teachers Villians, Special Requests [this post]

#my hero academia #spotify wrapped #fandom playlist #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha