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Hi! I'm new here! And I was wondering if I could ask for a lil fic about a present mic X teenage daughter!reader where his daughter always smiles but is actually hurting inside because of a few bullies who really hit a spot in her. She pretend she's fine but he notices a few things off about her and catches her acting silently in her room and he comforts her?

[First request back! Sorry they’re a little out of order. I just got this one in recently and it really struck a cored with me because i do have a lot of experience in this subject! Please remember that you never know what someone’s life is like so there’s no need to be rude to someone or bully each other! I hope whoever requested this is okay, and not experiencing this issue! Your all special and amazing beans!💕💕]

Growing up the daughter of a pro hero was an experience unlike any other. While you grow up in a house hold of loving arms with a family sworn to protect you, there’s still times you feel vulnerable and helpless. While your family swears to protect you physically, sometimes the emotional hits dig just a bit deeper and those hits are much harder to protect against. Sometimes, words hurt more than any bruise or cut could.

Your parents knew things may never be easy for you. Kids could be ruthless and they were always creative in finding new ways to pick on a persons life. From growing up with an overly loud and excitable father, who drew attention anywhere he went, to things as juivinal and simple as the quirk you were born with, kids could be cruel. For you there was always the possibility you’d develope a quirk like your father’s, something loud uncontrollable and overwhelming to handle. Your father prayed you’d never have to go through the misfortunes and pains of having a quirk like his own.....and luckily his prayers were answered. Though sometimes miracles were just curses in disguise. While you weren’t born with a voice quirk like his own, you were born in fact quirkless. The daughter of the exuberantly thunderous Present Mic, was born with no quirk.

The knowledge you were quirkless was a lot harder to manage rising up through your younger years, watching your friends manifest such amazing and unique quirks and talents while you seemed to lag behind. These days being quirkless was a rarity. Almost every baby brought into this world was born with a quirk, but you seemed to just miss that mark. You often times asked your parents what it was like to have quirks and would often express discontent with being the way you were, but growing up with someone as strong and confident as your father you learned to overcome your lack of morale. You grew into a confident young teen determined to prove to the world great things come even in those who are quirkless. Though even with the great aplomb your father had instilled in you, sometimes people still found a way to break through to your insecurities.

It’d been going on for about a month or two now, ever since you’d gotten to U.A high school. Between your ambition, drive, and outstanding grades, you’d been admitted to the school as a support student. You were beyond proud when you got your acceptance letter, though now that you were here? You felt less sure of your choice, less proud to be amongst great hero’s to be, and greater minds. It seemed you were the only one who walked these halls quirkless, it made you a target for those with superiority complexes. “I don’t know why you’re here at this school.” One of the upper classmen from the hero course mocked, she using her levitation quirk to pour your lunch onto your lap. “This school is for hero’s in training, not quirkless nobodies”

You lower your head, pushing yourself away from the lunch table, food scraps falling off the front of your skirt. It was the third time this week something like this had happened to you. You’d been hiding it from your parents since you started U.A. The last thing you wanted was for your father to get involved, it’d only make the bullying worse. “I am a hero in training.”

“You can’t be a hero without a quirk dummy!” The girl laughed in your face using her quirk to flick bits of food from your lunch tray to your body. “You have no place bothering with hero’s, just because your daddy’s a hero doesn’t mean it’s a family business sweetie.”

She was right. It wasn’t like you’d ever be anywhere near as great as your father. You always admired him and looked up to him, you felt despite everything you were letting the man down, that being quirkless made him ashamed of you. Growing up your parents always reassured you that your being quirkless meant nothing to them, that you were still there little girl and they loved you just the same, but you felt it in your heart that you didn’t deserve that. It always stuck in the back of your mind, and ever since starting the semester at U.A the thought weighed heavier on your mind. “I can be a hero, not the same as you or any of the other hero course kids, but I can make a difference on my own terms. Just because I’m not in the line of fire doesn’t mean my contribution to the world as a hero means any less!”

The girl gave a scoff pulling your chair back under your knees forcing you to take a seat “don’t act so sure, the only reason you even go here is because daddy put in a good word for his little nobody. Your just s quirkless little nobody.”

Your lip began to quiver and you desperately tried to keep it together. Had it not been for the intervention of your friends, you may have lost it in that moment. “Whoa-ho and I thought this was a hero school! Picking on another student because she doesn’t have a quirk? I don’t know, doesn’t sound to plus ultra if you ask me.”

“Seriously, beat it extras, get lost! If anyone’s gonna pick on this damn loser for being quirkless it’s gonna be me got it!”

You gave a soft smile and looked up at your friends with gentle green eyes, they reminiscent of your father’s, the other students rolling their eyes and leaving the scene. “Thanks. You guys didn’t have to do that”

“Cram it you damn looser, i know i didn’t have to! I did it cause i wanted to alright! Why the hell do you let those girls pull that crap with you anyway huh?! Just tell your damn father about it and I bet they’ll leave you alone.” Bakugo huffed dropping his tray on the table with a huff.

You shook your head watching as one by one the other members of your friend group circled around the table. You felt less hungry and more embarrassed, you dripping with bits of food and drink. “I don’t need to tell my dad about it, okay? I just....I’m gonna go change into my gym uniform.” You sigh before running off.

After lunch the rest of the day seemed to drag by, your motivation and creativity plumitting to an all time low. Shamefully your mind dwelled on the incident for the remainder of your classes. You couldn’t help but let it soil your mood. The moment you got home, you trudged your way to your bedroom, dirty uniform hidden in your backpack. Your mother had noticed you come home in your gym clothes yet again, her worry guilting you up the stairs faster. She cringed at the harsh slam of your bedroom door.

Tossing your backpack onto your bed you yanked your school uniform out of the bag and tossed it to the corner in frustrstion. You were stupid and dumb to think you could do this. Gently your fingers began to thread through your hair, unsteadily making their way from the sides of your temples all the way around to the back of your skull. You yanked as your feet carried you back and forth, eyes clenched as you tried to steady your breathing. You were naive and gullible to think a school like U.A was were you belonged.

Your chest began to grow heavier and tighter, the ability to breathe becoming less effortless than usual. You were a disappointment to your family, to yourself, you shouldn’t have even tried to apply to a hero school. Wh-why? Because you like to fiddle with technology and-and you have ideas for some things that are mildly interesting or hardly helpful it qualifies you to even THINk you belong in a hero school? Let alone one as prestige and notable as U.A? You were wrong, everything was wrong, you didn’t know what to do what to say, you felt helpless. You were helpless. You were-

Your feet stopped moving when a gentle but firm knock echoed through your room. You stood silently, chest heaving as you were watched the door, almost as if you were anticipating it to open. There was nothing. Your heart pummeled your ear, echoing around in your head. “Shout out to the cutest listener in the world, you cool if I come in?.....”

No no, of all people why him. Why your father? You could feel the tears boiling at the edge of their ducts, you panicking to calm your voice, but ultimately failing. “I-I’m kind of tired dad, maybe u-um....m-maybe later.”

That was all your father needed to hear, that hesitation in your voice. The man wiggled the handle of the door, the wooden rectangle swinging open. You stood with one hand gripping the hair at the back of your head, the other hand clung close to your chest as tears poured down your cheeks. “You wanna tell me what’s up with those big sad eyes and those damp cheeks?” He asked, one hand in the pocket of his slick leather pants the other on your door knob. “It’s okay to talk to me, Y/N. Come on’ let’s have a little one on one air time, call in with your problems. What’s got my lil birdie feelin’ so blue?”

Slowly and cautiously he entered your room, closing your door behind him. Whatever you were about to tell him, he could sense you wouldn’t want your mother to hear. It wasn’t long before his frame was in front of yours, those long arms of his pulling your body right into his chest. “Come on y/n....”

You couldn’t help but bury your face into his chest, nothing but sobs coming out as your fingers dug into the fabric of his leather jacket, the material squeaking as you clutched it. You didn’t know where to start or how to start, the only thing you could think to do at this time was cry and ramble in your state of mass hysteria. “I’m a quirkless nothing. I’m sorry I’m a disappointment and I’m sorry that I can’t be what you want. I feel like I’m letting you down, because I can’t be the hero that you want me to be! A hero like you and mom and I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so quirkless and so.....helpless.”

Mic was confused, where in All Might’s good name was all of this coming from? Useless, disappointment? Gently the man slid a finger under your chin, lifting it up so your gaze would meet his. “Hey hey, in and out baby in and out. I want you to calm down and listen up ya dig? You aren’t a disappointment to me Y/N-“

“I am! I-I’m quirkless and I-“

His gloved finger pressed to your lip, he closing his eyes with a heavy sigh “Zip the lip birdie, just for a second alright? Let me finish this set and then you can say whatever is on your mind, DJ’s honor.”

You swallowed your next few words and did what you were asked, remaining silent. You wiggled your chin out of your father’s hold, instead choosing to rest your temple against his chest. Soothingly his hands began to rub small circles at your shoulder. “Being quirkless is not a limitation, and no means a factor in my choice of loving you. You are my daughter Y/N, quirkless, loud quirk, flashy heroic quirk, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m always gonna love my lil song bird just the same.” He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your forehead as he felt your body burrow closer to his. “It’s okay....hey hey it’s okay....you can cry this one out listener...”

There was a silence between the two of you for a long moment before he began to speak again. “You know, me and your mom couldn’t be any prouder of you. Just a little FYI.”

With a little hiccup you pulled your face from his chest, glossy blood shot eyes glancing into his. “Why though? I-I’ll never be a hero like you guys.”

“True, but who said you had to be just like us? I’m proud that my lil birdie stands out against the crowd. My girl is strong, brave, and she kills the bugs in the house for her old man.” He chuckled gently squeezing your torso shaking you back and forth. “if that isn’t a hero than what is?”

Not even you could stop from laughing at his ridiculous joke. It felt nice to get these feelings off your chest for once. Holding it in made the lines of reality blurry, you couldn’t tell the truth from the distortions your stressed and anxious mind made you feel. “Dad....w-we can talk about anything right?....”

Those emerald green eyes of his were warm and inviting as he pressed a finger to your nose “anything lil listener, you’ve got a captive audience.”

“Can we talk about school?...A-and some issues I’ve been having.”

“Of course we can, go ahead and sound off.”

Your father was truly an amazing hero, on the clock and off the clock.

#my hero academia #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha requests #present mic x reader #present mic #dad mic

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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Hey guys! I’m not dead!

Sorry for me extreme absence over the last few months. Things have gotten hard in my life and I’ve had to readjust and switch my entire life around. It’s rough and I’m struggling just a bit but I wanna come back to writing!

Speaking of writing I want to actually scream because an idea I’ve come up with has been stolen.

I was planning to get working on a 1950s AU for Present Mic and Aizawa, where Mic is a greaser and Aizawa is a flower child. I shared my idea with a cosplayer who i felt comfortable offering the idea to, in hopes of collaborating with them. I messaged them offering my idea saying would you be interested in cosplaying my version of mic and portraying the AU I’m writing for him. She was okay with the idea, told me to give her what I had set up for mic, which at the time was a written description of his appearance and a few songs I felt could be used to make videos of portraying the story line of the plot i was planning. They took the ideas and told me when the fiction is ready to go out, let me know and I will start the cosplay for it. I’ve found out recently they’ve already put the cosplay up for it and are already sending out videos using the 1950s AU and are claiming it as their own. They cut me out of the idea and collaboration I presented and are taking credit for the idea. Its just frustrating the disloyalty these days. Third time in a row I’ve been lied to and burned.

My point for this message is: Who would like to see the ORIGINAL concept for the 1950s EraserMic AU.

It’s a romance story filled with angst, fluff and some of my favorite songs from 50’s-60’s era of music! I have the entire fiction plotted out it just needs to be written. If anyone is interested in reading the idea sound off below! I’d really still love to write the idea and I’d still love to give you guys the story I invisioned and planned considering i worked very hard on it.

I will be working on the fiction between working on filling request from the ask box again. I do apologize they’ve been so neglected. Life is hard and I didn’t ask for the misfortunes i was hit with to overcome my life. I do apologize and hope you all can forgive me.

As I said, sound off below. Do you like the 1950’s EraserMic AU and do you want to see it? Depending on the feed back, I may open request up to do one shots for reader x Greaser!Mic and reader x FlowerChild! Aizawa.

I’ve missed writing so much so regardless i will be working on requests and things in my inbox!

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #erasermic #1950sErasermic #1950sAu #Greaser!Mic #Flowerchild! Aizawa

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[nice to see tumblr is still coding my draft box in HTML code no matter what I try to do to fix it 😑 however this is a fair request since I did leave the blood bending one shot on a bit of a cliff hanger I’d be happy to write the conversation between yagi and his SO! Definitely read the first if you haven’t! Also the next few post will be Toshinori and hizashi relates becuase those boys need some love on the blog! @jinxpikachu

You almost dreaded the walk back to your shared home. The way toshinori looked at you after his fight, it broke your heart to bits. You could see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes as he walked, his body closed off from yours. He’d been honest with you about everything in his life. His past, his present....even the knowledge of his quirk was divulged to you. He trusted you more than you ever were able to trust him, and that was a bitter truth to swallow. It was never your intention to hurt the pro hero, but you didn’t know how to explain yourself. The fear in his eyes as he witnessed you reduce the man on that battle field to a puddle of sobs...it crushed your spirits. It was the reason you’d never told him. Having him gawk at you the way he did, to look at you as if you were dangerous, it was too much to handle.

Gently pushing open the door, guiding the other in, you turned the living room lights on. As a series of violent coughs tore through the meek and frail mans body, you couldn’t help but flinch, listening as he gasped for breath. “How could you not tell me?”

His tone was venomous, almost terrifying to hear. Swallowing the lump that formed in your chest you moved to guide his body to your shared couch, fingers delicately walking over the scrapes and cuts the other wore shamefully. You dodged his question instead choosing to draw the focus to his wounds. “Stay here let me go get the medical kit...your injuries aren’t deep I should be able to fix them mysel-“

“Forget about that right now Y/N alright? Just....why didn’t you tell me the god damn truth?....I’ve trusted you with every secret I’ve ever had, down to the very core of who I am...and you couldn’t even be bothered to tell me the truth about your quirk? Why?” He demanded to know, cutting off your words. His tone were serious and commanding, and the blue glow from those hollowed eyes of his shook your body. You didn’t know how to explain yourself, what were you even going to say to him about the situation anywa. You knew insecurity isn’t a valid reason to lie, if anything it’s just a cowards way out of a situation.

Desperate to change the topic, you couldn’t help but cringe as the other coughed once more, the sight of his red stained palms alarming you. “Please let me care for your wounds, then I promise you, I’ll explain everything.”

Weakened by the worry in your eyes, toshinori gave a soft sigh. He had to admit, he was in an immense amount of pain, and while the pain of his wounds hurt, the pain of your lies cut deeper. With his eyes drawn on the speckles of red in his palm, he nodded once agreeing to let you doctor his injuries. As you quickly worked to calm and clean his body of scrapes and cuts, your eyes couldn’t help but cast anywhere but his. You truthfully were ashamed to look his way, though you knew you couldn’t lie to the man anymore he deserves to know the truth. “I didn’t tell you about my quirk becuase of my own insecurities. I know you of all people would understand being insecure but...I hate my quirk, I don’t like to even acknowledge it as my own. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to pretend I’m normal? I hate that this evil villainous quirk lays dormant inside or me. I could kill a man with my eyes....i could end his life just with the glance of my eyes, and that terrifies me. I don’t want to hurt anyone! I’m afraid of my own quirk Toshinori. It’s not that I didn’t tell you out of lack of trust, I didn’t tell you because I am afraid of who I am...and I’m afraid...” your breath hitched in your throat, as your fingers wound tighter around the bottle of cleaning alcohol in your hands. “I-I am afraid you’ll fear me too.” Tears began to stream down your cheeks, they rolling down one after the other almost frantic. You tried for so many years to hide who you were, to pretend your quirk was nothing. “The only reason I used my quirk against that villain was because I couldn’t stand the thought of loosing you for a second! I saw the intent to kill in that mans eyes! He held no quarries about extinguishing your life, and you were in no shape able to stop him”

Your body racked with sobs as your hands, unable to hold steady anymore, dropped the first aid products they were holding. Immediately your hands flew to hide your face, turning your body away form the man in front of you. “Toshinori...I’m-“

“Don’t. Don’t say sorry...” he sighed stopping your words before they could fall. With a grunt the rail thin male stood to his feet, his hands coming to cup against your cheek. All this time he assumed you were weak and quirkless, that you were the one in this relationship that needed to be protected. He was beyond wrong. Moving to brush his thumbs against the undersides of your eyes, his finger whisking away your tears, he pulled his forehead right against his. “You can’t be sorry for saving me. You’re right. I didn’t have the strength to stop that villain. If you hadn’t stopped him when you did, I’d be a goner love. Now I’m not entirely fond of the fact you lied to me all this time...but you’re right...hell. I understand being ashamed of yourself and being afraid to show who you are....but Y/N your quirk isn’t evil. You did something amazing tonight. I’m not gonna lie, I was a little thrown off guard to see you take that man down with a look of your eyes, and the flick of your wrist...but I’m not afraid of you.” He whispered, bone thin lips pressing against the edges of your mouth. “Just, swear you won’t keep any big secrets like this from me anymore okay?”

You couldn’t help the way your body collapsed against his, your hands balling at the back of his shirt as you blubbered. Of course this man would be the most understanding person this world had ever been blessed with. Some days you didn’t feel worthy of a man like him. Giving a soft groan when your grip became tighter, toshinori let his hand rest on your shoulder, he forming a distance between the two of you. “Easy dear. I’m still pretty banged up” he chuckled, those oversized palms of his rubbing circles into your shoulders. “You are so much more than just your quirk Y/N. I could never stop loving you over something so surface level. You’re amazing, strong, talented, beautiful....you’re everything I don’t deserve, especially looking like this. I know a thing or two about being insecure about yourself, youre right about that, but the only reason I’m the slightest bit comfortable with who I am these days is because I’ve got you by my side.” He murmured, lips searching to consume yours, he holding back the cough threatening his chest.

You were moved to bits by the mans words. Happily you leaned yourself into his mouth, your body melting into the kiss almost forgetting the others fragile and injured state. It wasn’t until he pulled back to let the cough he’d been holding free, that you remembered his need for medical attention. Running a your index finger along both the water lines of both of your eyes, you took a deep breath moving to examine his body. “I promise you I will never keep another secret from you Toshinori. Let’s get you fixed”

The ghostly hero, hummed with a singular nod. No more secrets. That was a good thing to know. It felt right thst the two of you were honest about everything you had to offer. For the rest of the night both you and Toshinori spent the time discussing your quirk and how it worked. You felt less self conscious about it, knowing that the man you loved took fascination and interest in who you were instead of making you feel invalid or dangerous. You were truly lucky to have such an understanding man in your hands.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #all might x reader #bnha all might #all might

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Nathan Evan on TikTok

If you’re saying you watched this video and didn’t think this was something the U.A teacher’s would do to 1A (Mainly Aizawa and Present Mic) then your lying to me.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa

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“Aizawa handling seeing Mic for the first time since being revealed as the U.A traitor.”

[Ive been thinking about writing something like this for a while now, but after seeing these two (http://vm.tiktok.com/dNCBgb/) bring this idea to life i couldn’t help but sit myself down, cry for a minute, and then FINALLY write it. I know this is a bit different than we’re used to on this blog, but bare with me here. This is an Aizawa x Traitor!Mic one shot, so sorry to disappoint those of you who don’t ship it or don’t believe in Traitor Mic ooooor are only here for my teacher trio x reader content! I promise you that content will be continued after this!]

[PS to Lizzie and Jordyn: I am SO SORRY that this has taken substantially long :) fun fact I’ve restarted this fiction uh about 4 times, because I couldn’t solidly figure out how to open the fiction. I didn’t forget about it, nor was I promising you false dreams here haha I’m just absolute booty when it comes to openers. Hope you enjoy.]

[photo credit to the amazing artist @ask-hizashi-and-shouta]

A flash of dulling lumincent light crawled out from the underside of the local night market’s weathered canopy, it’s haze contouring along the right side of the clinical erasure pro’s face as his feet seemed to aimlessly carry him back towards the solitary isolation of his haunted home. These days the underground hero blew through the streets in a desperate attempt to avoid the memories that tainted the walls of his living space. He could remember a time when being in the comfort of his own company was the envy of his dreams, but now he did just about anything he could to avoid being alone with his own thoughts. The down pours of tonight’s abysmal sky hardly phases the man as heaven’s tears began to soak through the bangs of Shouta’s rich raven hair. After the week he’d had a few droplets of moisture condensed from the atmosphere did little to cause a reaction from him. If he was being entirely honest he couldn’t feel a damn thing, both emotionally and physically. His body had began to grow numb to the world around him as his mind shifted to disconnect from the unwanted reality he had been presented.

As thunder crackled through the ghostly alley of the eerily quiet market the hero began to show a slight urgency in his pacing. While he wasn’t afraid of the sound, he knew logically being caught in a storm like this wouldn’t be a genuinely smart thing. Moving with slightly more purpose, the man couldn’t help but grow distracted as his eyes caught the top headline of the news stand just in the edge of his view, “Present Mic: The Famed U.A Traitor Still At Large, Authorities Have No Leads.”

Clenching his jaw he turned his head away from the article, constricting his fingers around the thick plastic handle of the bag he carried, the sudden force causing the top of his knuckles to fade white. He knew it was irrational to care and hurt the way he did, but that didn’t stop his emotions from betraying his mind. Pushing past the feelings the clawed to free themselves from both his tired eyes and heavy chest, Aizawa finally arrived home. Haphazardly he dropped the bag right where he stood just inches inside his front door, he not caring about the safety of his items. It was just pantry goods anyway, things he kept for when...company came. Christ, he didn’t even know why he still was continuing to buy these crap snacks, something in him just compelled him to grab them. It wasn’t like they’d be eaten. Factually Shouta never cared for sweets, so the likelyhood they’d be consumed by him was slim. Drenched and dripping, he uncomfortably made his way through the house heading for his bedroom. Not making it more than two footsteps, an unease began to grow inside the typically steady pro. With the sound of a faint thud coming from the room he’d been inbound too, his hands constricted around the damp scarf that clung to his neck, he approaching with caution. Great, a break in was the last thing he needed right now. With the same stealth and swiftness he was known for in his work, he deployed his weapon, the fabric of it tightening as it made contact with a body. “You must either be really stupid or have a death wish to intrude her-“ he couldn’t help but pause as shock rushed his body. Stood in front of him were a set of painfully fimiliar green eyes and a smile that killed him to see. While his apprerance had been altered drastically, the long blonde locks the other sported now dyed and chopped, he was still recognizable to the Eraser hero. Uncontrollably his lip began to quiver, teeth digging into his tongue as he pressed it roughly to the inside of his cheek. Releasing the weapons hold, he turned his back to the fimiliar stranger, aggressively rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. “You’re an idiot. Why are you here?”

“I had no where else to go...” came the response. It was quiet and almost defeated, and while sensibly Aizawa knew he shouldn’t have cared....he did.

Not responding to the traitor behind him, his body instinctively began to close off to the other. His arms moved to cross over his chest as he stood distanced both spiritually and physically. It was a subtitle change in the mans body language, but Hizashi could see it. After sixteen years with the stoic man he’d finally began to pick up on the minute tells the other let off on the rare occasions he let himself display his emotions. While it wasn’t something most people would take notice too, Hizashi did. It was evident to him the man was hurt. “Come on, don’t do this. Please just talk to me...” The tone of the once admired voice hero sounded nearly as broken as his counter part felt.

As if some nerve had been struck inside the shorter of the two men, Shoutas body spun to face Hizashi his fist wrapping around the fabric of his shirt. What nerve did the other have to think he could just break in and act like nothing even happened. “Don’t....don’t you walk back into my life and pretend like this is okay. It’s not okay! None of this, is okay.”

The former blonde was taken back by the harsh emotion filled outburst his ex lover, ex friend, and ex confidant had displayed. For Shouta to express himself like this, it must of been bad. “Just...calm down...listen to me alright? I never meant to hurt you.”

An audiable laugh came from the typically reclused ravenette. “As if you’ve been truthful with me up until this point. I trusted you....I let you in when I should have kept you at an arms length like I do everyone else. Tell me exactly why I should believe a single thing you say to me. Out of the sixteen years I’ve spent with you how much of it was lies.” He hissed hand moving to press the others body harshly into the wall “out of sixteen years, how long have you been pretending to be my friend, to care about me!”

“I never pretended....I’ve always cared about you Shouta. Everything I’ve ever said to you about how I feel has been one hundred percent! Everything I have ever done has been to protect you alright!” Tears began to form in Hizashi’s eyes as his hand moved to rest against his friends, he working to loosen the other’s grip. “I don’t care if you wanna believe me or not okay? That’s your burden to carry, but I know that every time I ever looked you in the eyes and told you how much I loved you, alright that was real! Every time I ever smiled or laughed, or told you that you meant the world to me, that was real! I didn’t take this traitor gig to hurt you alright, I did it to protect you!”

“Protect me, oh that’s laughable!” Shouta let his hands drop the others body, the tears he’d been fighting back for a week now starting to bubble to the surface as his finger tips moved to trace over the scar under his eye “this? This was protecting me? Do you have any idea how idiotic and illogical you sound right now!”

Hizashi turned his gaze away from the others face, it riddled him with guilt to look at the thick scar the other wore. “I was promised you weren’t going to get hurt....you’re not the only one who was lied too....” gently rubbing his hands over his face, the no longer boisterous voice hero gave a groan. “They only wanted All Might. I was just suppose to tell them where and when to find him. Information in exchange for yours and the kids safety. That’s all it was suppose to be. I wasn’t banking on All Might powering down before the trip even started, okay? How was I suppose to know the guy was gonna be a no show and they’d go after you and the kids Shouta!”

“Because they are villains Hizashi! They were villains and you just bent right into their will! What did they have on you that was so incriminating that you would trust them you idiotic loud mouthed -“

“You! They had you...” hizashis voice was abrupt, a small crack to its tone as he spoke. Casting his eyes to the floor his lips twitched from side to side, as he tugged at his collar. “Call me idiotic or irrational or whatever else you’d say typically say to me....but these guys aren’t the local band, they’re the headliners in this rock show and they are some seriously terrifying cats!”

Shouta couldn’t stand to listen to the other any longer, his fist clenching at his side. Even if there was a truth to anything the former pro had to say, it infuriated Aizawa that the other thought this was a battle he needed to fight alone. Knowing if he stayed in the same room any longer with the painfully recognizable face in front of him, he was bound to make a move he’d immediately regret. Turning his back, he clenched his jaw exited the room. Against his better judgment, the irrationality of his emotions kicked in. He could feel his eyes sting with aggravation and sorrow, his chest weighted and tight. “You can stay for tonight. So help me, you better be gone come morning Hizashi, or else.”

With no more left to say to the other, Shouta blew his way from the bedroom slamming the door behind him. The moment he was out of view of the other, the tears aggressively poured from his eyes, all the hurt, all the anger, everything he’d been feeling for a week finally coming to a boil. He knew it was ludicrous to let the other stay here, and he knew he’d come to regret that choice at a later time, but what was he suppose to do. He still loved that idiot. Traitor or not, you can’t erase sixteen years of memories, no matter how badly he wished he could. Desperate to put this day to rest, Shouta threw the emotionally drained husk that was his body aggressively to his couch. Forcing his eyes shut he tried to forget the aching pain in his chest, the feeling making his body feel anxious and heavy. He could feel the overwhelming rush of emotions as he bit his tongue fighting back more tears. He refused to cry, it was unreasonable to shed tears for someone who could care less about him. With his face buried into the back of the couch, the typically stoic and impassive man finally fell to sleep.

When morning came, the overly tired and uncharacteristically emotional hero gave a groan. Sleeping on the couch may have been the biggest mistake of his life. While it was comfortable for sitting, hed forgotten how uncomfortable it was to sleep on. Retrospectively it was hitting him that he should have kicked his former lover onto the couch instead but, he guessed that’s what happens when you let your judgements cloud with emotions. Dreading the walk towards the bedroom, his heart rate escalated as he touched his hand to the door. Some masochistically dejected part of him almost hoped the other was still behind the door despite his warnings last night. He knew it would just bring him more pain and anguish to see him, but he couldn’t help it. The pain was better then going back to the feeling if nothing. Slowly letting his hand pry the door open, his heart sank to find an empty room, the window wide open. He knew he shouldn’t feel dispondent from the sight of the empty room, but he was. Cautiously entering the area with his guard still heavily held, he made his way towards the center of the room. As he glanced around to assure the other wasn’t hidden, his eyes became distracted as they caught on a folded white piece of paper. Reaching out with unsteady hands, Shouta let his fingers trace around the edge of the paper. He could feel the way the tension churned at his stomach, pitting every emotion he never imagined he’d feel in his gut. Tired dark eyes locked on the sloppy handwriting scrawled across the page, truly hizashis hand writing was abysmal. He unraveled the folds to reveal a winded letter laying behind them.

Shouta,

Seeing as you wouldn’t listen last night, i wrote this all down for you. I know the chances you’ll read this are slim. I know you’re furious with me, and I can’t say that I blame you. I wouldn’t be shocked if you threw this letter out and forgot about me all together, but I can’t leave knowing things are the way they are. You deserve to know as much of the truth as I can tell you, which isn’t really much. Just know, i promise this was all to protect you. I know you’re probably rolling your eyes at that, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t have given up being able to see you every single day if I didn’t have a cause. I’d rather live my life miserable and distanced from you knowing you’re alive than have to live with the fact you’re dead because i tried to fight these guys. Just know, that even if you stop loving me it’s okay, I’ll never hold it against you. Even if it’s not with me I want to know you’re happy and safe. You asked me last night how long I’ve been lying for. It’s only been for the last year that I’ve been keeping secrets, but never once did i pretend to be you’re friend or your lover. Every moment of our love was genuine, a hundred percent baby. Every smile I gave you was palpable, every laugh was legitimate, and every kiss authentic. If you believe me about nothing else, I’m begging, please believe that every time I said I loved you I meant it. Every single last time. I still love you, and I won’t ever stop. I miss you, seeing you last night made me realize a lot of things. One of the most important ones being that i should have came to you and let you know what was happening, but I thought i was doing the right thing trying to protect you. I’m sorry that I was a giant idiot babe and screwed things up for the both of us. Please take care of yourself. Since I’m not there to nag you anymore babe, shower daily. Don’t forget to feed yourself, and sauce packets aren’t a meal! I love you three thousand baby, and I promise you that’s the god honest truth. Catch you on the flip side Eraser.

Hizashi

Tears ran down Aizawas face as his fingers dug into the corners of the paper, his body shaking with sobs. Stood with the note in his hands, salt water blinding his vision, the erasure champion couldn’t help but kick himself. He wished he could have heard these words for himself last night, but he was to stubbornly idiotic for his own good sometimes. Pressing the ball of his palm to his right eye, the other continued on to read the small blurb at the bottom of the note. That idiot would leave a post scriptum after writing such a heartfelt note. It was probably something ridiculous and childish.

P.S

I left something in the closet for you. Hold onto it for me. Im gonna need it back one day, and I know it’ll be safe with you.

Shoutas heart stopped, his body hardly even hesitating to fly to his closet. Yanking the door open, he froze to see the other mans hero costume, complete with directional speaker set up in the safety of his closet. He didn’t know what intentions the other planned to act on, but he knew three things. One, this was not going to be the last time he ever saw Hizashi. Two, that man intended to clear his name. Three, Shouta wasn’t sure how, but he was going to make sure he was there to help. As much as it pained him, he believed Hizashi. Uncaring of the consequences the underground hero set off in search for his friend. If he knew his lover, which he did, the man had a half baked idea that would probably get him killed....and there was no way Shouta would let him do it alone. Gathering both his and Hizashi’s equipment, the man headed out leaving everything he knew behind. Love was irrational and for once, Shouta was fine knowing that. He’d rather be seen as a traitor, aiding and abetting the other, then live in a world without him. Even after the monumental betrayal of the other, he still trusted him.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #traitormic #present mic #present mic x eraserhead #yamada x aizawa

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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I hope your hand is doing better! Are we allowed I know what stories you have in progress? You don't have to answer that question if you don't want to.

[of course you guys can know what’s in the works! If you ever wanna check up on request feel free to put in an ask or DM privately if you’re more comfortable. For starters I’m VERY far behind in the process of getting requests out! My hand is doing much better now thank you for asking, so I finally have been getting more request out as you guys have noticed, but lately writing and being creative is something my brain is fighting me on it and things are slow getting out! I’ll list the latest things I’ve been working on for you guys down below! Thanks for the ask 😌]

[ps don’t get discouraged if you don’t see something you requested on my start list. Everything submitted to me will get done! I never turn a fiction idea away because I appreciate the creativity and the trust you guys give my tonwrite these ideas for you! Just know even if it takes me a while they will get out out!]

Current works

Aizawa x Traitor!Mic- This ones half way done, I’m hoping to have it up in the next or the following week after.

I’ve been working on a full fledged Chapter Fiction I want to put out for you guys. It’s an Aizawa x Reader fiction to the song Happier By Marshmello. It’s going to be an angsty one. I was originally going to post it as a one shot, but the way I see it rolling out I REALLY wanna place it into chapters and do one big fiction out of it!

I’ve got a heavily angsty Present Mic x Reader request to the song Undrunk by Fletcher. Warning to everyone, this fiction is going to be darker. There will be talk of depression, anxiety, substance abuse, and mentions self harm. As someone who has struggled with three of these issues, I know it can be very triggering to read this kind of content! When the fiction goes up I will reissue the trigger Warning but just prepare from now haha. I will be tasteful about these mentions but i also will not be watering them down. This fiction I have a very specific idea for this one so I’m sorry in advance.

There’s a request for a part two for the Toshinorinx Reader Fiction I’ve posted recently where Toshinori finds out his S/O has a blood bending quirk. That will be mild angst with a fluffy ending.

I also have one that isn’t a request but i do desperately want to write. It’s a fluffy Easter fiction for a Young Toshinori x Reader where the reader reveals to Toshinori on Easter they he’s going to be a father.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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MASTER LIST!

[I get a lot of questions of if there’s a master list for all the fictions and head canons I have in the blog. So for the ease of you guys, I’ve been working on compiling this list. Hopefully this makes your experience with finding things on the blog a lot easier! I realized searching for something on the blog myself the other day that things are a bit hectic! Truthfully I should wait till my draft box is empty again BUT! Here we are.]

Aizawa x Reader:

Aizawa x Reader USJ fluff

Aizawa x Reader Wisdom Tooth Removal (Aizawa)

Aizawa x Vigilante!Reader

Aizawa/Mic x Reader Dimensional Quirk Pt 1

Aizawa x Reader JealousZawa

Aizawa x Reader Tender Smut

Aizawa x Reader Song Request: Stuck With Each Other by Shontelle Ft Akon

Aizawa x Clueless!Reader Flirtzawa

Aizawa x Reader Class 1A Meeting His Southern Wife

Aizawa x Reader Wisdom Tooth Removal (Reader)

Aizawa x Reader Villain Attack

Kitsune!Aizawa x Reader Can I have A Kiss?

Dadzawa x Reader:

Aizawa x Daughter!Reader Provisonal Exam

Aizawa x Son!Reader Bring Your Kid To Work

Aizawa x Reader Mall Trip With Eri Ft Shinso

Aizawa x Reader Meeting Their Future Child

Aizawa x Daughter!Reader Finding Out Their Best Friend Has A Sibling In 1A

Aizawa x Reader Ft Uncle!Mic Baby Sitting Mishap

Aizawa x Reader Eri Calling You Two Mommy and Daddy For The First Time

Aizawa x Reader Eri and Shinso Reacting To Getting A New Sister

Present Mic X Reader:

Aizawa/Mic x Reader Dimensional Quirk Pt 1

Present Mic x Reader Song Request: Tequila by Dan + Shay

Present Mic x Reader Song Request: Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco

Student!Reader Caught By Present Mic Having Puppies In Their Dorm

DadMic x Reader

Present Mic x Reader Mic’s Daughter Breaks His Headset

Toshinori x Reader:

Toshinori x Reader Song Request: Cringe by Matt Maeson

Toshinori x Reader Song Request: Beautiful by Bazzi Ft Camila Cabello

Toshinori x Reader Meeting Toshinori’s Southern Wife

Toshinori x Reader Finding Out The Reader Has A Blood Bending Quirk

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #hizashi x reader #yamada hizashi #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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Headcanon!!

The reader and Present Mic have toddler daughter together and Mic reacts to his child breaking his Hage Headset.

[No body requested this, but mamas in the mood for Dad Mic 😍 maybe we’ll have a Dadzawa head canon next]

Today was the first day in over two weeks that your husband finally had a proper day off. Nothing ever slowed this man down, he was consistently a rolling stone refusing to gather any moss. Between his day time teaching at U.A, nightly patrols, Put Your Hands Up Radio occupying his entire Friday night leading into the early hours of Saturday morning, and his home duties as a father and husband, the man hardly ever had a chance to rest.

That’s why when you knew he had an upcoming day off you did the best you could to make sure nothing bothered him. That included taking care of you’re one year old daughter, though to be fair it wasn’t like the baby was a hand full to begin with. Despite her father’s boisterous and overzealous attitude and personality, your daughter was a relatively calm child. One of the few blessings she’d received from you as well as her beautiful eyes and soft pretty lips. The rest of her was the spitting image of her father however. She was lucky enough to get his beautiful luscious blonde locks, the same facial structure, and the same cute little nose. She was the perfect combination of both you and your husband.

Waking up earlier than Hizashi, you rolled from bed and made your way to the nursery, happily pulling the baby from her crib. It always made you grin the way she’d pull herself up to her feet and wait for you to come free her in the mornings. It melted your heart just how much you loved this lil birdie. The child babbled and happily wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, she looking curiously around the room. “Da...da....”

“Daddys sleeping, shhh.....how about you and mommy go have some breakfast and then we’ll watch Ponyo together, how’s that sound baby girl?”

As planned you fed yourself and the baby, not even bothering to cook in advance for your husband. You knew Hizashi could sleep until mid afternoon on his day off, so it was best to just wait for him to wake up or he’d end up with cold food.

Everything seemed to be operating smoothly....until it wasn’t. While carrying the baby on your hip, you had gone carelessly numb to the fact that your husband had left his hero equipment laying on the dining room table....again. Honestly for a man with brilliant wits to him, his stupidity seemed boundless. There was a reason you’d constantly nag the man to hide his hero gear away from the baby. In all honesty you probably would have ignored the minor fact he’d left the headset hanging around out of place if you hadn’t heard the loud cracklings of plastic popping followed by the soft little “uh oh” that passed your daughters lips.

Curiously you sucked in your bottom lip, biting down softly at it. Had you stepped on one of the babies toys and broken it? Looking down and around you, there was nothing on the ground, in fact there wasn’t a single toy near either of you. When the popping noise came again, your eyes drew towards the sound. Looking down at your daughters hands your face began to drain of color as you saw the remains of your husbands iconic headset. “No no....baby what did you do.” You panicked instantly moving to free the equipment from her hands.

Stubbornly, she refused to release them fussing as you tried to take them away. “Please give it to mommy?...please give it to mommy....please give it to mommy!” You grunted your patience growing thinner and thinner the more you asked.

The child whimpered and pulled at the same exact time you did, causing one earphones to completely crack off, it hanging only by a wire. “Noooooo” the baby cried as you finally pried destoryed headpiece from her small hands.

You cringed as the baby’s cry grew louder, the room shaking. So much for your husband sleeping in today. It wasn’t long after that Hizashi, half awake, wandered his way to the living room, his torso bare and flexing as he raised his hands up to cover his ears. “Yo yo yo, what is going on in here?”

Caught with the broken headphones in one hand and a screaming child in the other, you look up at your husband with soft damp eyes. “Im sorry zashi....” you managed out in a broken voice, handing him his destoryed tech as you bounced the crying baby in your arms.

“How’d this happen?” He asked dangling the broken plastic in one hand, the other taking his daughter effortlessly onto his own hip, easily calming her tears. “Hey hey, relax lil listener, it’s chill. No more tears birdie alright?....Babe, did you drop them or something? What happened?”

“Well...not exactly. Remember how I’m constantly nagging you not to leave you’re equipment laying around the house where the baby can get at it?...” Tears began to form in the edges of your own eyes. “Well...there’s a reason for that...zashi I’m sorry...I-I didn’t know...I-I should have been paying better attention-.”

Giving a hum, the sleepy loud mouth let out a yawn glancing down at his daughter before interrupting your panicked thoughts “did the baby get hurt?”

You stopped mid sentence, eyes closing as you titled your head in confusion. “W-wait what?”

“Did the baby get hurt?”

“N-no?....” you were confused, what did that have to do with anything? “she was fine up until I took the broken headphones away from her.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Hizashi...I don-“

“Are you hurt?” He repeated once more setting the headphones down on the table to rub his hands over his face with a sigh.

“Well no?....”

Leaning in carefully, he hooked his free hand around your waist. You were confused when his lips pressed casually against your temple, his hand sliding down to rest happily against your rear. “Then stop worrying about it babe. They’re headphones alright. Yeah they’re my work phones, but I can just get a new set no biggie. They’re replaceable, you and this lil birdie aren’t ya dig? Stop freakin’ out alright. It’s okay, I’m not mad about it.” He smiled placing a gentle kiss at the bridge of your nose.

You couldn’t help the way your lip quivered, you rubbing the tears away from your face. He gave a gentle sigh squeezing your body into his side. “I can go for a few more Z’s.....and our bed is real lonely by myself..” he smiled “I think it’d be a lot better with my girls laying next to me, what you think lil miss?”

The baby on his hip just gave a soft grunt in agreement her little hand pressing happily against his cheek. You gave a smile and a nod of agreement yourself, following your lover back to bed.

Your husband was right. He wasn’t mad about the entire incident...well at least not until the following day when he realized the inconvenience that was him not having a set of headphones. He walked around feeling naked for about a week....but hey it made a funny story.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi #hizashi x reader #yamada hizashi #bnha requests #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #present mic x reader #present mic #dadmic

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