#MHA Aizawa x reader

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BASOREXIA ⋰ ⟪A. SHOUTA ﹠ K. TAKAMI⟫

chapter four ↬ a divided night

professor!shouta aizawa x teaching-assistant!reader x professor!keigo takami

series warnings ↬ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, infidelity, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom!hawks (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary ↬ living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

chapter summary ↬ after two weeks of non-response from Keigo, you finnaly get a call from him today. Today, you'll learn just how far Keigo wants you to go? you'll do it right? after all, so much depends on you, right?

chapter warnings ↬ sm*t, 18+, minors do not interact. blow-jobs. slight face-fucking. cow-girl position. // blackmail. dubious-con. cunnilingus. fingering. yandere tendencies.

word count ↬ 4.5k

Nothing.

No texts. No calls. No emails. No nothing from Keigo. Nothing. 

A week had passed since that fateful dinner, something that changed the course of your life of course. After the dinner, he suddenly disappeared, soon learning he went to a two-week-long conference out of the country. 

On purpose, you thought to yourself, as you lay in bed, draping yourself on Shouta’s warm body. Lifting your head slightly, you glanced over at your phone, face down against the wooden nightstand. Letting out a silent breath as you rested your head against him again. The sun was barely peeking through the curtains, indicative of a new day approaching. You twisted your body, Shouta’s own unconsciously reacting to your movements as you laid stomach-down against him. Using your hands to rest your chin, feeling his chest heave slowly, up and down. His hands had readjusted themselves, resting underneath your bare ass, holding you close to him. Smirking, an idea popping into your head, as you begin to shuffle, moving yourself lower and lower. You came face to face with his boxers, his erection pressing against them, threatening to come out with one move. 

You looked back up at his resting face, before glancing back down at your task at hand. Thumbing at the elastic hem, you slowly pulled down the fabric, his length springing up from its confinements. You pulled the rest of the boxers down for some freeing space, before wrapping your hand around him. Gasping as you leaned forwards, placing a few kisses up and down. Soon you stuck your tongue, gliding yourself up and down, your hand following along. Shouta let out a deep groan, still deep in his sleep, his body moving around. Smirking, continuing your actions as your thumb soon reached up to his thick mushroom-like tip, pre-cum dribbling out of him, trailing down. Your tongue soon reaches the tip as well, swirling it around before taking it, sucking on it slowly. Slowly and slowly, you swallowed him more and more, using your hands to cover what you couldn't. 

The slightly salty taste didn't deter you, letting out a slight moan as you could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat. You drooled all over him as you sucked away at him, stretching your throat around him. You could feel your pussy throb as you gagged around him, your slick dripping down the back and your inner thighs. Your hands worked around the thick length of his cock, the slippery spit helping you. Tears welled in your eyes, your soft moans vibrating through him. Shouta’s groans and gasps echoed throughout the room, along with the wet sounds of your actions. His body jerked and trembled underneath you, before feeling his rough hands slowly sliding up your body. Glancing up, you locked eyes with dark brown ones, still heavy with sleep. Cheeks curling into a smirk, you continued to swallow him down, the feeling of his eyes on you phishing you to go faster and faster. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hands soon reaching up to your wrapped-up hair, his large hands grabbing at it, guiding your head up and down his cock. 

Gasping, coming up for a few breaths, spit and drool dripping from your lips, your hand still twisting around him. Before you could go back down, you could feel his hands leave your head, going right back to your waist. Squealing as he suddenly pulled you up, straddling you right onto his waist, giggling as you towered over him. His legs bent upwards, stabilizing himself as he lifted you up. Letting out a loud, gaspy moan as he slowly slid himself into you. The stretch was slightly painful, as neither of you prepped, but that didn't stop you. Your hands flew up to his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare skin as he sunk further and further into you. You whimpered as he thrust into you one time, testing the waters.

He hummed and waited a few moments before doing it again, this time you whimpered dripping with pleasure instead of pain. 

“Shouta,” you gasped, clenching around him as he speedily thrust into you, taking in every sound that you make. 

He said nothing, only humming as his hands rested on your ass, easily lifting you up and down his cock. Your moans soon got louder and louder, echoing against the otherwise empty room you both lay in. You moved your head down to look at him, his eyes closed, face contorted in pleasure. Smiling, one of your hands reaching up, thumb stroking at his face. Slowly, your hips ground against him, following along with his rhythm. You could feel his hands squeeze at your sides, keeping you stable as you rocked yourself as well, following along. The two of you locked eyes, looking into his deep brown ones, gazing down at his rough stubble. Your hands were stretched out, pressing against his naked chest, feeling the hairs on his chest scratching against your palms. Head thrown back in pleasure, spit dripping from your mouth as your mind hazed over. 

Legs trembling, your eyes rolled back to your head as you were thrust into your orgasm. Your nails dug moons into his skin, stabilizing yourself from the erotic feeling. Shouta let off heavy grunts before reaching his own climax, letting off low moans as he filled you up. Breathing heavily, slumping up against his sweaty body, laying across his chest. You could feel his hands sliding up and down your back, his actions providing an unknown comfort. As your mind and body began to relax, eyes lowering further and further, you couldn't help that one last glance before turning your head and body, facing your lover. His head was turned from you, his phone in hand. Glancing over at the screen, you could tell he was scrolling through emails, rolling his eyes at certain ones. Glancing down at his face one more time, you couldn't help the swell within your heart as you pushed yourself up, kissing up along his beard. 

Shouta groaned which formed into a deep chuckle as he suddenly placed his phone down before turning and facing you. You giggled as he basically scooped you into his arms, pushing right back into your previous position, straddling him, and pressing against his now soft dick. 

“Insatiable, is what I should call you?” His morning voice was so much deeper than his regular one, and his regular one was already so deep. 

The low vibrations only caused you to ache further, inhaling and breathing out slowly, lowly moaning as well. 

“I can’t help it, when you look like that,” your voice alluring to him as his hands slide right back down to your waist, beginning to continue your ride as well.

You were still dripping wet, a mix of both his and your juices mixing and sopping out of you. Just as you were about to reach down and put him right back inside of you. A sudden sound jolted the both of you. The two of you glanced over to your left, seeing your phone rigging and vibrating against the nightstand. Sighing, you leaned over as much as you could, grabbing the device off the table. Your eyes glanced down at the caller ID before widening in complete shock. 

Keigo is calling…

Your heart was beating in between your ears, you could do nothing but stare at the screen. You must have been staring for too long because Shouta’s voice soon cut through your trance, “are you going to answer that?”

Inhaling sharply, you turned to look at him, “hmm? Oh..” you started, looking back at your phone.

“...yeah, give me a minute, “ you mumbled, swinging your leg off of him and the bed. 

On the floor, you grabbed his shirt before flinging it on and walking to the bathroom. You opened the door before closing it behind you, before walking over to the toilet, opening it up, and sitting right on top of it. Your hands were shaking, you could barely move your thumb to the white and green sliding button. 

You answered the call. 

“Hello…”

“Heyyy, good morning? Hope I didn’t wake you up!”

He answered as if nothing was amiss between the two of you like it was him calling to see if your plans to go to the coffee shop were still on. 

You sniffed a bit before answering, “umm no, I was… I was already awake.”

He hummed, “that’s good, that’s good. Listen, I was wondering if you had any free time today to hang out this morning, head over to the coffee shop we always go to?”

“Um… I don’t know if I’m free right now…?”

“Oh no, that’s perfectly fine! I understand this was all short notice.”

You almost sighed in relief but you held that until you pressed the glaring red button. Just as you were about to say your goodbyes, Keigo suddenly cut in. 

“But you’ll be free tonight right?”

You blinked, heart racing again, “to…tonight?”

He hummed, “yes tonight, you’ll come to the address I’ll send you right? Be there at 8?”

“Keigo, I—”

You could feel your heart dropping as Keigo’s tone suddenly turned into a desolate coldness you had only a taste of during the dinner, “it’d be in your best interest if you were free tonight.”

Blinking away the tears, you slowly nodded your head, sniffing a bit, “okay, okay… I’m free tonight.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you tonight!”

Click.

Whole body shaking, you could help the fumble as you tried to catch your phone, but it was no use, the electronic device clanging and hitting the floor. You covered your mouth, muffling the frantic sobs that were beginning to spill out of your mouth. You sank to the floor, hitting your head against the sink cabinet. Tears burned in your eyes, nearly blinding you as you tried to blink and wipe them away but it was no use, the hot liquid streaming down your face. The heavy sinking feeling within grew larger, like a ball of lead habituating within your stomach. Your mind was hazed, like black smoke slowly filling your thoughts, and your senses, you could only rock yourself, hoping to find some kind of lifeline, but you were hanging on by a thread.

What were you going to do? Do you tell Shouta, do you just break things off with him and continue… whatever Keigo was offering towards you? Or do you lie to him… lie to him about what Keigo has been sending you? Lie to him and not tell him how he’s been stalking the two of you since the summer times?

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You gasp, looking towards the door, your eyes clearing as you heard his voice. 

“Love… are you okay?”

Inhaling sharply, you pushed yourself up as quickly as you could, turning to look at yourself in the mirror. You turned on the sink, cupping your hands underneath the running water before splashing your face multiple times to clean your face of the snot that had begun to drop down your face, as well as the tears that had dried and made white streaks against your face. Grabbing the towel, begin to wipe your face before walking towards the door, and opening it. You looked up at Shouta, taking on a confused look on your face. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine, just got a call from my mom, about my grandmother? She… she had a real bad scare but they said she’ll be fine.”

Your grandmother was currently in hospice, in the final year of her life. You felt slightly sick to use her life as an excuse for your troubles, but you had no other way to explain your red eyes and croaky voice. Shouta’s face turned from confused to a more wistful look. He reached out towards you, pulling you into an embrace. All you could feel was his red-hot guilt running through you. You don’t deserve his comfort, you don’t deserve his hugs, his love, and his tranquility that he brings with him. You soon wrapped your arms around him, your tears only reigniting, the salty liquid hitting Shouta’s bare skin. 

You may not deserve his comfort, but by god, were you going to take what you could. 

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You stood in front of the house, the large frame daunting in front of you. It was a modern house with a contemporary style, as if he was trying to show off in every aspect. Every light was off, including the ones decorating the edges of the very large driveway, which conveniently, only had one car in front of it. It was the one you would see him drive all the time. So you knew, this was his home.

You wore a large, leather coat, one of the many gifts Shouta had given you. Two hours before arriving here, you got another text from Keigo, it was a picture of you, during the summer. You were alone in said picture, but you knew the implications behind it and just happened to see familiar dark hair standing not too far from you. 

Wear the outfit you wore in this picture, exactly to the tee. 

It was a black jean mini-skirt, with chains wrapped and hanging on the fabric as well, along with a lace-see-through bodysuit. You had paired it with the long leather coat along with knee-length platform combat boots as well as see-through black stockings with black dots all over them. The hairstyles were different of course, you had your natural hair pressed and flat iron in a silk press while your hair is currently in butterfly locs right now. Sighing as you slide away from the pictures, before suddenly landing on a picture you took of you and Shouta a while back. You couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on your face as you

Your phone buzzed in your hands, lifting up to see a text from Keigo. 

Are you gonna stand outside and catch a cold, or are you gonna come inside?

You gazed up at the house once again, before letting out a breath and walking up towards the door. You could do nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing and your boots hitting the pavement. You soon stood before the door, hand shaking as you curled your hand into a fist before knocking on it one, two, three times. You brought your hand down, hands fidgeting at your side. 

He didn’t come to the door, the cool wind blowing at your side. Was he watching you stand out here? You shuffled a bit, side to side. He definitely knew you were out here, as evidenced by the text he sent you. You picked up your phone, glancing at the text still lingering around on your lock screen. 

The deadlock clicked, your eyes widening as the sound of the doorknob turning caught your attention. The door barely squeaked as it was opening. Standing behind the construct was the man himself. He wasn’t in the fancy attire you had last seen him in, rather he was wearing a baggy shirt, along with some gray sweatpants, hanging off of his waist. His amber eyes gazed down at you, lingering off your figure before looking at you dead in your eyes. The sudden sharp look jolted you, taking a step back in shock. 

He then smirked, before taking a step back, turning his body so you could enter the home, his arm gesturing out for you to do so. With no other option, you entered his abode. 

The decor of his home shocked you a bit, expensive looking, one might think too expensive for a professor’s salary. The entire right wall was made of windows, allowing you to see the greenery behind you along with the sun-setting sky. He could feel his aura standing right behind you, as you moved into his living room. There were a multitude of couches spread out throughout the large living room. 

“Pick anywhere to sit at, make yourself comfortable.” He called out in front of you, before brushing past you, heading towards something that looked like a kitchen area. 

You could only nod your head, before walking towards the couch that faced the large fireplace, which was on, heating and illuminating the room. You rubbed your hands together, to gather heat between your hands. You could hear the clacking of glass and proline against each other in the background for a bit before the sound of the footsteps replaced it. Looking over to your left, you found Keigo walking towards you, holding a tray in his hands. 

He came around you, placing the tray right on the expensive coffee table right in front of you. In the tray, you saw an assortment of different treats, along with two steaming hot cups of what looked like hot chocolate. Your eyes caught movement as you glanced up, seeing his form walk access the space between you and the table before taking a seat a few inches away from you. 

“I just got back from a really big conference, so I couldn’t do much grocery shopping but there was the sweet store and bakery that I thought you might really enjoy! You like wafer cookies, right?”

You blinked, wafer cookies were your favorite cookies, you almost always got them whenever you went out to bakeries and sweet shops. You glanced down at the tray before making eye contact with a multitude of different colored wafer cookies. Green-colored matcha-flavored, there was a light pink strawberry-flavored cookie, with the filling squished in between them. Chocolate flavored, and your favorite flavor, vanilla. 

You nodded your head, before looking away from the table, looking at the carpet resting on top of the brown porcelain floors. Cold hands jolted you as you felt pads of fingers pressing into your face before the hand turned you towards your right. 

“Come on,” he smiled, although his smile did not reach his eyes. 

“I put in all that work in Paris to get you these snacks, you don’t know who I had to bribe in order to get this back here.” In his other hand, he held the creme-colored wafer in his hands, holding up close to plump, glossy lips. 

With a singular press, you held back a whine as you slowly opened your mouth. Keigo smirked, before prodding the sweet into your mouth. You bit down, a noticeable soft crunch before the saccharine flavor hit your tongue oh-so-perfectly. The vanilla bean was noticeable, paired with most high-grade sugar along with the perfect crunch of the wafer cookie. This was superior to the wafer cookies you would buy at the grocery stores. You hated how much you enjoyed it, how much the flavor, the filling, and the cookie melted on your tongue. You swallowed the dessert, already missing the flavor before feeling the slighted ragged edge pressed up against your lips. 

Keigo continued to feed you the cookie, following up with another flavor as well. He wouldn't let you feed yourself the cookies, possibly fulfilling one of the many things he wanted you to do. By the time he stopped, he had fed you one of every flavor, which was quite a few before suddenly lifting up one of the streaming cups up to your face. 

“Drink,” his voice was soft, but there was a stern tone, he wasn’t asking.

You bent your head over slightly, pushing your locs away from the side of your face, before taking a long sip of the smooth, silky hot chocolate, perfectly sweetened to the taste. You couldn't help but shiver as it hit your stomach, warming you from the inside. Keigo said nothing, shifting around a bit as he placed the cup down. You could only gaze down at your hands, seeing how the slight tremble was beginning to stop, your once nerve-wracking heart palpitations slowing down. Closing your eyes, sighing as you lean back against the leather couch, the cold feel only allows you to relax further. 

The press of something soft had you opening your eyes, making eye contact with a Keigo holding a soft white napkin in his hands.

“Here, you have some crumbs on your face.”

Before you could protest, he pressed the wipe on your face a little harder, not enough to wipe away the makeup you had put on your face but enough to wipe away the mess you had made. You sat still, waiting for him to finish on his fonding. You took the time to really take in his home. With the lavishness and modernity of it all, you wonder just what he does for the university to make a living like this. You couldn't help but compare to Shouta’s quaint two-story home, and wondered…

Just how much power did Keigo have?

With money comes power, and in comparison, Keigo… Keigo may have the upper hand. 

“... hello… hello?”

A snap broke you out of your trance, gasping a bit before quickly turning to the right, seeing Keigo’s concerned expression on you.

“Hey, you okay?” He placed a large hand on your knee.

It was like lightning struck, as you felt his caressing and rubbing away at your smooth skin, the softness of his in rough comparison to Shouta’s own. His hand slid down towards your inner thigh, all while his fingers rubbed circles in your skin. You let off a breathy gasp, cutting yourself off as you felt that familiar ache. You nodded your head, albeit a bit shaky as you tried to move a little to the left. His soft touch suddenly turned harsh, gripping your thigh and commanding in his own right. His face didn’t match the grip, the “concern” only shining further as he got closer to you. 

“No, no you don’t look all right, you look tense…” His hand slid down further, a slight squeak erupting from your lips. 

You tried to grab his hand, a last respite, but his other hand came up around, grabbing your hand before guiding it towards your other thigh. He used your hand and his one to part your thigh before the original hand continued toward your now-moist panties. You can feel his fingers slowly press against the fabric, right on top of your clit. The sudden feeling had you squirming in his hold

“Just let me help you,” he whispered, moving his head right near your ear. 

“Keigo… Keigo wait ,” you tried to interrupt but he immediately cut you off, by suddenly tugging your panties to the side. 

Your calls went unanswered, cut off as he slipped a finger into your wet pussy.

“Shush… shh …” he whispered, “do exactly what I say when I say it. You remember right?”

The flashes of Bambino enter your mind, the dinner that sets everything off for you and the next possible course of your life. Jet black hair and dark brown eyes flashed in your mind. You had to get him off of you somehow, but then something else popped into your mind. The texts, the emails, the pictures, the damning evidence that can ruin both your and Shouta’s lives together. The plans you had made after you had graduated, everything… 

You let out a choked moan as Keigo sunk another finger into you, curling up right up to your g-spot. His fingers were wet with your lube, he moved them slowly in and out within you. Deeper and deeper you fell as he pressed his thumb against your clit, not before dipping it in your juices before doing so. Your body arched against the couch as he did so, squeezing and clenching around his long fingers. 

“You feel good, baby?” He mumbled in your ear. 

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything, you could tremble in his hold as he twisted and coiled his fingers. You could only let out another moan as you hunch forward as your leg quivered, clenching tighter around him. Your lower abdomen felt ablaze as tears fell down your face you let out a sudden screech, your climax hitting you at a sudden full speed. Your nails dug into your thighs as you spilled over, having a death clench around his fingers. With a heavy breath, you fell back against the couch, sweat dripping down your face. An emptiness echoed in you as Keigo slowly pulled his fingers out of you. With what strength you could muster, you turned your head to look at him just as he placed them right on his tongue, letting off a muted moan as he sucked the juices off of them. 

After a few seconds, he pulled his fingers out, wiping his salvia on his sweatpants. Finding yourself, you placed your hands on either side of you, before beginning to push yourself up. Keigo must have heard you move because you felt two hands suddenly come up at your hips before suddenly turning your body. You squealed, back hitting the seats of the couch, long locs spread out under you. Your skirt rode up to your hips, revealing your pulled-back panties and soaked pussy to him. 

“Wait, wait what are you doing now…? Did you get what you wanted?”

He only smirked, pulling your legs closer towards his hunched form, “that was just to help you relax, this is what i really wanted.”

He pushed your legs back as far as they could while still wearing the dress. You could feel his fingers curled underneath the fabric of your underwear, before basically ripping it off your body, throwing it onto the floor. With no other warning, he went at you like a madman, sucking and eating away at your cunt. Keigo sucked at your already sensitive clit, causing you to squeal and buck in his hold. 

“Oh my god,” your voice cut in through the sound echoing through the house. 

“Fuck, I can taste him… you were with him this morning weren’t you?”

You could only let out a whine, body shaking as much as could whilst he pinned you down. 

Keigo lifted his face slightly before spitting right in your sopping cunt before diving back into you. Your back arched against the couch, unable to grapes anything. You could feel his tongue flicking your clit before his lips would wrap around it, sucking away at it. He was so messy with it, unlike Shouta, who would prefer for you to sit on his face and was a bit more refined with it. You could feel his lips smirking against you as he licked up and down, his tongue sticking into your hole. You couldn't help but take a glance at Kiego, seeing his face with your juices. The sight only caused you to lurch and buck right into his face.

“Oh,” his voice vibrates right against your clit, causing you to let out a gasp and moan, “someone’s enjoying themselves. What would dear ol’ Aizawa say?” He teased, laying long wet kisses right on your clit. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, causing you to look back down at him. 

“It’ll be our little secret.” 

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Any chance of getting a fluff headcanon for Aizawa, Fatgum, and Bakugos first date with Reader?

If you like it, please be kind and reblog it 🥰

Aizawa

The first date would be at your place. Perfect for his wish of privacy and not in his rooms because he tends to be overly careful at first.

You two will cook together but without a plan on what to do. You would look into the fridge and just make something up along the way.

Drinking some wine along the evening, Aizawa always looking that your and his cup is filled with enough red wine.

After eating, you two would end up on the couch. In the background a movie would run, set on nearly no sound so you could talk in a low voice. Aizawa and you would be talking for no hours.

Somewhere in that talking, the atmosphere would shift, growing more comfortable around each other and slowly getting more physical.

It will at least end with you cuddling against his side and will at max end with a lot of heated kissed and looks.

FatGum

The first date would be in a really cozy restaurant where Toyomitsu knows the owner. Because of that, you two get the best place in that restaurant: Right on the rooftop. Decorated with beautiful flowers and lights, making it really romantic.

You two would talk for hours while enjoying your meal.

Afterwards you would stargaze on the couch. Ironically it is the only couch there, big enough to lay down but not big enough to avoid skin contact.

And such, you two begin quickly to touch each other, holding hands, stroking the hair of each other and cuddling.

It does not take a lot to finally get kissed under the stars. And boy, you do not wish that it ends.

Bakugo

It would start with training. Of course it does. Bakugo and you would be training after he shouted at you for a match against each other.

After really powering yourself out, you two would lay beside each other on the ground, watching the clouds fly by.

After some minutes, finally some talking began between the two of you. A low murmur, getting right to the deep questions because Bakugo does not do smalltalk.

It takes some time but after a while, you can feel how a hand sneaks up towards yours, carefully playing with the fingers until he finally pulled your hands towards his and intertwined his fingers with yours, content to finally been able to do what he wanted to do.

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` ♰ . . . SHOUTA AIZAWA.

[ Things to Love ]

We know he loves cats. But he likes to the feed stray cats in his area, he's done it so often that they all congregate in the same area every evening to wait for him.

He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth and prefers dark chocolate over any other type. He gives sweeter foods he isn't keen on to those around him who do - maybe you, definitely Eri and Hizashi.

His love language is acts of service. He isn't good with words, and he's only physically affectionate towards you and Eri. His most usual sign of love is flowers every Friday, for the end of the week with a sweet thank you. Also, picking up your favourite snacks when he sees them.

He prefers baths over showers. He likes to relax and sometimes he falls asleep in the bath, especially when he leaves the lights off, it's scared you multiple times.

He believes in the paranormal, he finds the stories interesting and he has many of his own stories from over the years of late night patrols.

He's also a great storyteller. He's not much of a talker but when he's telling a story everyone becomes mesmerised.

He literally pretty much only has black clothing. Even his socks and underwear are black. There's a few odd colours that is kept tucked away because he doesn't like how disorganised they look in the rest.

And funnily enough, his pink joggers are his favourite to wear around the house. He bought both you and Eri matching pairs, now all three of you wear them a lot.

He is an incurable insomniac, but he hates energy drinks. They give him the vilest headaches and he generally hates the taste of them.

He has nice handwriting, sort of hard to read because it's in cursive though.

He's an android user and doesn't customise anything. His lockscreen is of you and Eri with cats. But that's the only thing he changes.

He has a love for spicy food and he handles spice like a pro. He loves food in general but spicy / savoury are his favourite.

He doesn't snore when he sleeps but sometimes he mumbles, and he has nightmares pretty much every night. But sometimes he's tired to the point he doesn't dream at all.

He doesn't cry much but when he does he prefers to do it when he's alone. He's only cried two times in front of you and that's because of his past and when he hadnt been able to protect you as well as he could have. It broke your heart.

He loves lazy kisses. Cuddling while sharing soft kisses in between small conversations, it's sweet and cute and it's a reminder of how comfortable he feels with you.

He has scars littered across his body. Some bigger than others and though he doesn't pay much attention to his body he does wonder if you find the scars unattractive, even when you trace and kiss them.

Speaking of his body, he's ripped, big and beefy and tall. To keep in shape to do all the work he does, he needs to stay fit and usually wears baggy clothing so it hides how muscular he really is. He will admit he's most proud of his thighs and shoulders - they're big.

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#12 Shota Aizawa x Nakano Kaneko

'Sunglasses off...'

Honestly, just got into this anime after i binged Naruto (because of Kakashi, why else, for the plot? Nah.) And Aizawa? Nice. Really something for someone with a soft spot for teacher/student fanfics. So yeah. Maybe it becomes a Multi-Part story...maybe not. Honestly, i hope it does, but no promises, as always. Now, have a "Prologue"

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"Sunglasses off in the classroom, cool kid..." Your new homeroom teacher told you with a lackluster yet stern voice, already moving towards you to probably take it off your hands.

Unfortunately, you couldn't give them to him.

"I can't..." You reply easily just as lackluster, having heard the same complain from your last teachers and similar people. "You can't or don't want to?" He asks in return, now standing in front of your desk, arms folded in front of him. Why did you have to choose first row again?

Oh yeah, because your eyes are jack shit with these damned glasses. Also, unfortunately, you still can't take them off. You're still trying to convince your parents to let you go back to the eye doc to let you get better ones.

"A bit of both. Kinda don't want to go blind mid-Academy years...just when I might become a hero afterwards." Your parents would be too proud of their own Hero-History to accept their youngest child becoming a failure in their bloodline because of a birth and a "useless" quirk that's become "defect". "Kinda don't wanna ruin my future."

His already flat eyes squinted at your "rebellious" response, as your parents would call it before lecturing you for another thirty seemingly unending minutes, before he gives a dry and somehow almost intimidating chuckle, "Usually it's wearing sunglasses indoors that ruin the eyes of kids nowadays... Hand them over, you get them back at the end of the school day...if you're working hard enough."

If the room's lights weren't so bright that your glasses adjusted themselves to be basically entirely non-see through, he would be able to see you squint back as you scowl, "I won't." "First day and you're already being such a handful, kid..." He sighs out, sounding more than done with your shit already, "Wanna know what i do with kids like you? Expel, no questions asked."

He wouldn't even ask for an explanation on why you wore your glasses? Actually, he probably wouldn't care or believe you anyways, that's what this man sounded to you like. Like an asshole.

"Without even asking for the reason I'm wearing them?" You try anyways, aware that the whole class was now eyeing you, the new foreign student. You came from a different "hero school", from abroad. America had their own heroes too after all, like the rest of the world. But you're Japanese anyways, just not born here.

"Well, looking at you, probably to stick out more from the masses as the weird new kid. But, you know, enlighten me, i guess..." "My eyes are photosensitive or light sensitive, florescent and or bright lights and especially daylight...it feels like it burns my eyeballs straight from their sockets. Even now, they maybe don't hurt me, but this room's lightning makes me fucking nauseous..." It was the easiest, simplest way to describe your condition and suddenly his demeanor seemed to...change? For a second he almost looked sympathetic beyond his tired "why am I here again?" gaze.

Instead of continuing his strict demand on your protective gear and his talk about expelling you within the next few minutes, he nods and turns his back on you, "In that case, you better show your worth in the first test today. I will determine if you're still a viable Option in becoming a hero nonetheless, just like with every other student in this room. If not, no glasses will save you from losing the possibility of ever becoming an official hero."

Your eyes — slightly bloodshot from accidentally looking out the window this morning without your glasses — widen. He wouldn't dare, not after you aced your entry exam for foreigners! You were the best of your group!

You would show him just how strong and resilient you are!

"Actually, we're wasting enough time already, get up and follow me. Said test will be held NOW." Mr. Aizawa, as he formerly introduced himself, led the class out into the hallway of the building and all the way to the changing area for the outside training grounds. Filing into the female changing room with the rest of girls, you open the locker with the key — that you had been given with your other school equipment — that had the same number on it. Surprisingly they actually had provided you with the right clothing size...one plus point in regards to your former school in NYC.

"H-hey...my name's Ochako...i, well...i just wanted to say that I'm sorry about your... condition?" The slightly timid auburn girl suddenly appeared at your side. Had you activated your quirk, you would've sensed her beforehand. But you didn't, so you basically jumped right into your closed locker, ramming your head full force into it with a shout, "God fucking damnit, OW!" You curse as you rub your head, quickly fixing your glasses before you accidentally looked at the painfully bright locker room lights. "Yes,...ngh...also nice to meet you. But don't do that again. Please." You reply, squinting as you hoped you didn't dent your locker. You didn't, thank the gods.

"I'm sorry about that as well. It won't happen again!" Little did you two know, it would become a common problem.

"But about my condition... there's absolutely nothing to be sorry about. It's part of my quirk, it's a quirk defect. I was "born" with it." The girl looked at you with surprise, "I didn't know people get quirk defects that affect them outside of using them...what is your quirk anyways?"

You're about to explain it to her when a strong knock against the opposite door leading onto the training grounds pulled you from your short conversation. "Hurry up, we don't have all day. You won't have it in a battle either!" Mr. Aizawa shouts impatiently through the closed metal door, it being your cue to shrug at Ochako, "Guess you'll see it in action first..." Excited, she nods, "And you'll get to see mine!"

Giving her a thumbs up as your non-vocal agreement, you tag onto the group of girls at the very back, trudging out of the locker rooms with even less enthusiasm than you thought you would have. You had already finished your second year in America, but due to differences in teachings between the two countries...well...your once again stuck in year one. So all this "We'll test your quirk's strengths" shit was old news.

Bakugou was, as you already figured out within the first minutes of being stuck in a room with this idiot, a real handful. Nicely said of course. Your real opinion was a bit harsher but also still very surface-level. Maybe he turns out to be a good person...no matter how idiotic.

So of course, he boastfully went on about how he would rock this test, absolutely break the records and all that stuff. Mr. Aizawa in turn gave him the opportunity to show that he was actually capable of backing up his quite big words.

By using his quirk, Explosion, he threw 705.2 meters. You choose to remember his distance, already making a mental note to put everything you had in your cells to beat his distance. No matter how basic your current opinion was about him, about basically everyone of your classmates actually...if you could show someone their place, you would. A hero that thinks too highly of themselves, even boasts about it, they will never turn out well. You have witnessed it before, watching these people change to the worse and sometimes even changing teams...

Even if your quirk is strong, don't push it into other people's faces, mock them if they got weaker ones or even demand to fight on your own in case "the others might get in your way".

The first Station was the 50-m dash. Easy enough, you thought. You were last on the "contestant" list, letting you easily make note of everyone's quirks, quickly also noting that Midoriya seemingly didn't show any attempt at using his quirk. Then it was your turn for the first time.

Activating your quirk, you hear someone's quiet and shocked gasp behind you. Due to the deeper, mature tone to it, it had to be Mr. Aizawa? Was it your quirk's "give away", as people called it? Maybe because it looked similar to his? Floating hair, floating scarf (Though it wasn't like his, it was a normal one.) it was a telltale sign of yours and as you had researched Japan's pro heroes two months ago, his apparently too.

But you couldn't let that destroy your concentration, you needed it right now for your quirk. 'Hyposensibilty, Muscles! Cell Control Feet and Legs!'

Getting into the starting position, you look to your right, your opponent was ironically Ochako. Did she just...sparkle a bit?

Ignoring it for your quirk's sake, you waited for the signal.

Go!

Behind your glasses, which you could've discarded with your quirk now active, but you don't have time for that, your eyes focused on your goal in 50 meters before you lifted your body from the ground, running off.

You easily left Ochako in the dust as you sprinted towards the goal, passing the line, barely able to catch yourself as your mind planned subconsciously to continue running.

"4.10 seconds." You heard the machine tell out loud as you finally managed to take a turn back to the group, losing down to a more relaxed jog. But you didn't deactivate your quirk. If you did now, you'd be too exhausted in your legs to continue for the next station. That was one downside. Both of your two quirks worked against you, being the subtle cause for you various hypersensitivity problems.

"Holy crap, Kaneko, you're really quick!" Kirishima exclaims, Bakugou huffing annoyed behind the actually really nice redhead who cheered you on. You blush just a bit at the kind words, scratching the back of your head, "Thank you, Kirishima, but you weren't bad yourself...". Ochako came up behind you, panting just the smallest amount, "I didn't think you were that quick, quicker than Bakugou too!"

Said blonde eyed you with certified anger in his eyes. Oh you were going to have so much fun... hopefully. You still hated the test itself, no matter what. It's still a waste of time.

Next was: Grip Strength!

Everyone was handed a device that they were supposed to grip as hard as they could, basically. Having long reset your quirks strengths in your lower body parts, you now gave your needed arm the same treatment, forcing your muscles to go to their current limits and using your other quirk to desensitize said muscles and to lift the strain they would be put under due to that. Taking the device in your hand, you flex your muscles as you grip it.

276 kg.

Apparently, from reoccurring grunts from the explosive Blondie, better than his number, again.

Moving on to the next trial, you did the same as before, once again strengthening you leg muscles, specifically your thighs, but also your stomach and back muscles to keep your balance mid jump.

With just some small stagger, you managed to clear the box, barely keeping upright as you almost ate some of the rocky ground, Ochako eyeing you in fascination and Mr. Aizawa seemed to slowly get over the fact that you wore "sunglasses", your results seeming to impress him a little bit even. From all students in class, until now you could use your quirk(s) for all test stations, something that would bite you in the ass later on. Yet your strategies wouldn't change, as your Quirk was just too adaptable and you even had two more aces up your sleeves — though very dangerous, especially for yourself — that you're currently training to be more versatile and under your control to alter as you wish.

Your next station to pass was repeated side steps, which had quickly been cleared by you as you sped up your body's adrenaline production and the reaction speed your brain's cells needed for the station. Mineta of course was much much faster than you with his odd...balls, bouncing in between them. But at least you left a certain fuming someone once again in the dust. The next station turned out to be the infamous Ball throw from the beginning of Bakugou's slow downfall.

Taking the last ball, you test its weight by shorty throwing it up into the air and catching it again. Medium to heavy weight, not unbalanced in any area. It was going to be fairly easy. Focusing, as many times before, you take your favored stance for throwing objects before launching the ball far...farrrr away.

900m.

Unified gasps from your fellow classmates went across the training grounds as the machine called out the result, a slight smirk appearing on you usually relatively neutral face. You had a real good day today and ate well in the morning, perfect to show what you're capable of.

Cleaning off your hands from shortly before touching the ground, you turn to Mr. Aizawa, "I'm done, i believe? What comes next? The sun is fucking torture." The black haired teacher had a one-sided grin for the split of a second, something only you seemed to witness, "Eager, aren't we, cool kid?" He asked you, with the same stupid nickname from before before he waved everyone to follow him for the last few stations. Those, you also went through with ease. As expected, since you had gone through a test very similar before after all.

Even now that all tests had been over, you kept up your quirk and your glasses too, now long too lazy to pocket them. You didn't need everyone to see how you felt after using your quirk. Not yet. How it used you and your energy up, no matter how well you had it under control, other than Midoriya apparently.

The list was via a hologram. On the top was your face and name, then came Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki. Only after them, you saw Bakugou's face. Holding back a childish and definitely girly giggle, you continue down the list, smiling when you saw that Ochako did well enough to not land last place.

No...that place...that place was reserved for none other than Midoriya, who broke his finger with his own quirk. He had to learn how to control it, quickly too, Mr. Aizawa had been rough but right so with his words when he first erased his quirk as Midoriya went to throw his ball.

Guess that was it for the poor green head, right?

"But no. Nobody gets expelled today. Lucky, huh?"

You seemed to have tuned out when Mr. Aizawa spoke to the class, now only able to dumbly stare at him from your place behind some of the others. Something he apparently didn't miss as he threw his clipboard straight against you sweaty forehead, almost taking off your protective glasses in the process. "Learn to listen, kid...and the test is over, you can deactivate you quirk now. Or do i need to help you out with that bit?"

Oh god, please don't let him erase your quirk right now, not in front of everyone! "J-just give me a hot minute, Sensei!". Though he was definitely the type of person to just say "no." coldly before simply deactivating your quirk for you without asking, he no longer seemed to want to do that with you, not after the test. His demeanor seemingly shifted for you after you showed your potential. "A minute, not any longer. The rest, go change, classes are over for today." The more excited kids cheered, running to the changing rooms while the more down to earth ones calmly did the same.

Once the last student disappeared behind the metal doors and said doors closed, leaving you alone with your teacher, you quickly deactivate your quirk, coming to regret that immediately.

As you hair looses it's floating abilities, you lost you ability to stand as well. The pain you felt right now was nothing like the kinds you felt after training all day on high intensity or after fighting in you old school. Be it villains or test battles against classmates or teachers. Nothing to truly worry about.

The current level of pain was describable as a mid-level full body cramp. "Fucking...BITCH!!...ARgh.." you grunt, fisting against the hard and slightly dusty ground, your eyes squeezing shut immediately in reflex when your glasses fell off your reddened face. Your legs and arms subtly went on spasming as you hear Mr. Aizawa coming closer with his heavier steps.

"I was already wondering what your quirk's drawback is. After all, everyone has one..." He did sound a bit concerned after all, no matter his words, as he kneeled down next to you, "But the real question, is it controllable, like Midoriya's—" "No. It's the quirks' natural backlash. The more i strain my body using it, the more it hurts me back physically afterwards... that's why I don't deactivate it too early, if i do it before my fight is over, i would be at a terrible disadvantage." It was the sad truth, you own quirk could get you into the hospital. Which it already did various times before.

Nonetheless, it may not be controllable but it's very well trainable. The tougher your natural muscle structure is, the more strain their cells can take. And that includes everything you're made of, everything your body produces to make you a human like anybody else, bones, muscles, nails, teeth and so on. When you first began training your quirks for hero school in NYC...you broke down every time you had finished normal Training, sometimes spent hours in the stupid infirmary.

"But I'm training to...to lessen its blow on my system." You claim, trying to control the ongoing cramps with mostly success. Yet at some places it felt like a knife was buried right inside your body, twisting and going deeper. It was nothing against what you had felt before. "You're very strong, Kaneko—" "So...you do know...my name!" You interrupt him with pants in between, hearing his annoyed grunt in response, "Stop interrupting me, kid." "No..." You reply flatly, slowly sinking to the ground at the same time, finally feeling the integrity of your cells in your body reach normal levels again.

Hearing you glasses move from their place they fell at, you first mumble something incoherent into the floor, "Give them back."

"Anything else than your eyes that is sensible?"

Was that just a lucky guess, curiosity or did he know that it couldn't be JUST your eyes?

"My whole body is a hot mess with the quirks' i possess." "Plural? What even are they? The foreign student files still haven't been given out to the teachers by the Principal. And because of that profile existing and being official too, you have never been asked to fill out the one of the UA. You're mostly a mystery as of now, the only identification we have to make sure you are you is with DNA, your picture, name and your current residence."

"Hyper-/Hyposensibility and Cell Manipulation. They work in tandem, a bit at least..." The ground tastes like dirt. Not much of a surprise. But the unfortunate mouth full of dirt of course didn't sate your now adamant feeling hunger that grew with every minute passing of your body regaining normal Levels. "So you're mostly changing you own body...is there anything to your quirks that give you long range attacks?"

His questioning went on for a little while, until he finally stopped, sounding quite tired, giving you back the one thing that actually kept you from leaving him and his interrogation — Or more, his analysis. — your stupid glasses. "I've heard enough. I will give you some one on one training, if you think you need it. And here, your sunglasses." "I don't need this extra training, I'm NOT Midoriya! Until now i have been capable of training my drawback on my own quite well, what even makes you think you're able to understand my situation, Mr. Aizawa!?"

Shrugging at your little outburst and ignoring your in fact rude behavior towards a teacher — just for today, he tells himself foolishly — he turns on his feet to leave you to your festering own, "Just think about my offer. You don't have to take it, forcing you into it wouldn't be of use. In that case, you would get the same treatment as the rest. Now go home and rest up, i can't have you down in class tomorrow, kid..."

He was probably right with that though, you should head home as well like the others. But you also needed to train a bit more if you wanted to lessen your quirk's blow some more. Which was something that had time for another day.

When you went into the locker room, everyone else had already gone home, after all a minute easily became 10 minutes with your cramps and Mr. Aizawa asking you out about your quirk.

Your way home was quiet and the sun beamed down unrelentingly, even your glasses bearing only just enough safety. As you enter your home, you throw your door shut.

"I'm home..."

No reply.

Right.

You're all on your own.

All alone.

"At least no constant reminders..." You mumble, walking into the small kitchen connected to your living room that also was your bedroom. Remembering to open your balcony before you began to cook — otherwise you and your bed would smell of beef for a week again — you open your fridge with a goal.

"Mhhh, Salad with Teriyaki Beef Strips...if i got enough left after eating diner, i can take some to school with me tomorrow..." Talking to yourself had become something of a bothersome habit with absolutely no one around you. At least you now had the school, people to talk to.

As annoying some might seem, they are better than your empty four walls that only listened but never could reply. They sent you all on your own. The only things that reminded you that you weren't actually a bloody orphan right now are the monthly payments your parents managed for you, like rent and water/electricity money. And some monthly allowance that did get you around somewhat.

But they made very sure that it was JUST enough so you could eat properly and buy all school utensils you needed. Never more. After all, you're not here to enjoy yourself, you're here to stop bringing shame to their hero names for being the runt of the litter...

Your two siblings...they both inherited your mom's and your dad's quirks. One of them hers, one of them his. And you? Not even similar. And they all let you feel it the moment your quirk showed. Before that, you had been the little princess, treated equal to your older siblings, had even some very happy memories, but those stopped after you turned four.

Letting your anger out on the lean beef cutlet sitting on your cutting board, beating it soft for further use, you shake in your spot. Even now, they still managed to get to you, even though they didn't even bother calling to check up on you...

"Why...why couldn't I be like my siblings?"

Taking your sharpest knife — one of the many things you had to buy off your allowance on your own by literally begging them to send you a bit more for that month — you cut the meat into fitting strips for your unfortunately "Ready to use" Teriyaki Sauce. It was probably loaded with sweetener and other stuff that didn't belong in good Teriyaki based foods. But it would have to do until you saved up for fresher ingredients.

You made a habit of taking down every yen your parents sent you onto your bank account to give the illusion that you used it up at the end of the month. But in reality you saved up everything you didn't use that month. That's for example how you bought yourself more fitting lightbulbs for your eyes, they don't hurt your eyes — if you don't directly look at them of course.

When you finished making your salad, you take a plate and dump a certain amount on top with two juicy, protein-rich beef strips before moving to your couch, oh how you missed it! While you ate, you also began to digest the curiosities of people you met today. Especially your homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa.

He thought he could understand your quirk from day one, that he could help you handle it. He wasn't the first to make that mistake. You gave one of your teachers the benefit of the doubt before him...

As nice as it sounded to maybe actually have found a mentor for your difficult abilities...it most likely would end up being just wishful thinking. Everything always ended like that.

But what...what if you gave yourself another chance? If you actually gave your new Sensei a chance? What if he got hurt...you surely would get expelled, your parents would be now fully sure of you having been a waste of time, money, love and food. They...they would definitely abandon you.

Just as they promised you if you failed the school.

Tightly gripping your fork at that nauseating thought, at them, you growl before ejecting it from your hand with enough force to find its metal prongs stuck in your undecorated white wall of your similarly empty living room. So empty.

"Fine." He wins, you'll let him try to mentor you. Anything to not be left for dead in a country you barely knew but apparently belonged to...

Anything to no longer be called a waste of space.

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[milkttea]

Hey hun. I was wondering.. could I get an Aizawa x Reader, with Aizawa walking into the reader crying due to all the stress that’s topping them and he comforts them with things like “it’s going to be okay” and “you’re doing great”?

A lot of stuff is happening and im fighting a lot of this on my own. This would be a comfort for me. Thank you. ❤️

Of course love! I hope things get better for you!❤️

Aizawa

Things haven’t been so good for as of lately, a lot of things piling up into a mountain of stress and worry that was hanging on your shoulders. It was awful. You’d been spending more and more time indoors and you hadn’t been eating or drinking properly. It was beginning to affect your work and your social life, as well as your relationship with Aizawa.

Now he wasn’t really one to cling onto another person but this was an exception when he saw how you were struggling with all the work you had to do, the rise of villains and how the children of 1A had been stressing you out with how badly their first year was.

This all came to a head when he came home from work and saw you crying in the kitchen with some burnt food and figured that this was the tipping point. So he slowly walked over to you and moved you to his arms, wrapping his scarf around your neck as he tried to calm your breathing down to match his.

“You’re doing amazing,” he mutters after a long breath of silence, the tv you had on merely white noise as your cats watched and slowly rubbed themselves against your legs. Their purring helping to ground you back to a semi-stable condition.

“You have been an amazing partner, an amazing hero and an amazing teacher and mentor to the kids.”

You breathe in a shaky breath as you feel Aizawa move his hand up and down your back while the other smooths your hair. He eventually moves a bit to face you and wipe your tears with his thumbs.

“I’m gonna make us a little bit of food and then we can sit on the couch and just watch something dumb alright? Or whatever you wanna watch, I really don’t care.”

You nod slowly as he meanders around the kitchen and you watch as he makes a sandwich with some of the meat that you bought earlier in the week. He comes back with two sandwiches and your favorite drink and leads you to the couch.

The cats, seeming to understand that now was not the time to mess around just sit near you and purr loudly to help you in some way.

For the next couple hours you both sat and watched a show that you had both seen before and had a talk about managing stress in a healthy way.

After all this and the dishes were cleaned you both continue to lay on the sofa surrounded by your rescued cats and lay in silence. With Aizawas arms around you, things felt much better and not so overwhelming.

#bnha #bnha aizawa #mha #mha aizawa #mha aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa x reader #aizawa comfort #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta #my hero academia aizawa

[genshin-obsessed]

Excuse Me, I'm Married | Shouta Aizawa x Reader

my god, i've had this fic written for over a month i think and I finally got around to posting it. It's kinda funny? It's mainly supposed to be fluffy. Now! This fic is based off of [this] post. It made me giggle and after I saw it, I couldn't stop thinking about this fic. So, I wrote it out and just didn't get around to posting it. So, here you go <3 I really have forgotten all the stupid tags and I hate it

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Work, work, work…

That’s all your life felt like sometimes. You’d had a rather exhausting day and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with your husband and sleep.

The heaviness of the day's events dragged your body down, making you sluggishly walk down the hall and towards your shared room. A shiver ran through your body- it was a little colder than you imagined.

Finally stepping into the master bedroom, your eyes fell upon your husband. You leaned against the door frame with a dazed smile on your face. He was such a beautiful man… you couldn’t help but blush like a person experiencing their first crush.

Finally coming back to reality, you walked to the bed, reaching out, placing your phone down onto the nightstand. Another light yawn escaped your lips as you peeled the sheets back to get into bed. That’s when Shouta reached across and held his arm out.

“What are you doing?” He asked, making you tilt your head. Your finger pointed to the bed as you responded.

“Getting into bed?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m married and I can’t share the bed with you.” You stared at him before giggling a little.

“Oh shut up, Sho.” You tried to push his hand out of the way, but he was adamant.

“Listen, cutie. I can’t be seen with you. My spouse won’t appreciate it. You’ll have to take the couch.”

“Oh my god. You’re such a loser.” You laugh, pushing him away a little. Shouta quickly jumped onto your side of the bed and held his arms out.

“Nope. Loser or not, this spot is for my spouse.” Your laughter only increased as you tried to wrestle him away.

“Ok, Eraserhead. I’m not sure who in their right mind would marry you.”

“You take that back about my beautiful spouse.”

“Your spouse sounds stupid.” You winked before he quickly wrapped his arms around you and tumbled onto the bed. You squealed as your back hit the soft mattress, immediately feeling Shouta’s weight on your body.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” His hands immediately attacked your sides, making you laugh and squirm. He was quick to dodge your hands as he continued to tickle you.

“AH! Sh-Sho! Ok, ok! I take it ba-back! SHOUTA!” You were finally able to breathe when Shouta stopped his tickle attack, giving you a moment’s rest. You could see the adoration in his smile as he gently pushed your hair out of the way.

Though you were still tired, you no longer had that small frown on your face. You’d completely forgotten the stresses of your day…

“Good. Now. Get outta here. I can’t be seen with you.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head against his chest. You breathed in his scent which was a mixture of lemon and sugar.

“You’re such a loyal husband…”

Shouta’s arms finally encased your form, holding you close to him. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he kissed your head.

“Yeah well… my (y/n) is my world and I can’t just betray my world.”

“Oh god, that was so cringy.”

“Well, you did marry a loser.” He teased, flipping onto the bed. You hugged his form and shook your head, looking up at him.

“No… no, I didn’t. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. I thank the universe every day for giving us the chance to meet.”

“Now look who’s being cringy.” He laughed, kissing your lips.

After your little moment, the two of you quickly fixed the bed before getting in- it was already late. Shouta turned off the lights and quickly slid into bed beside you.

You were quick to throw your limbs all over him, getting comfortable.

“Excuse me, I’m married.”

“OH MY GOD-”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #mha aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader

[veethewriter]

Animal party - aizawa - panther

Uhh hi this is my first full x reader fic, so I'm sorry if it looks weird but I'll try my best! ❤ btw you and Aizawa are already married in this one and the time at the beginning is set around 7-8 pm. There are mentions of nudity but nothing sexual happens.

You turned to him after you had finished getting your shoes on "babe, are you sure you wanna go out?" Aizawa nodded "of course I want to, it's our first year anniversary." You smile softly at him "I know but I also know you don't like the public that much", you kiss his cheek and grab his hand. "I do kitten but I'll do anything for you," he grabs the house keys before walking out of the house with you.

You turn to him as you both start walking, "so where are we going?" "Just to a small restaurant down th-," he starts to say before quickly pushing you out of the way as someone threw dust in your direction. He coughs loudly, accidentally breathing the dust in while you're looking for the person that did it. "That's so weird where did they go, are you okay, babe?", turns around to look at him.

Doesn't see him until I look down and see a panther on his clothing, is confused for a second "I- aizawa?" He doesn't realize what's going on before he goes to talk and makes a chirp noise, looks at his body confused and realizes that he's an animal. He starts making a whole bunch of noises confused on what happened. You sigh softly and lean down to pet him, to calm him down, "love calm down, that person probably used their quick on you."

He starts to calm down and you pick up his clothes "we should head home before anyone sees you, I don't think they would take kindly to a random panther being in the city." He follows after you, as you start walking back to the house. "I guess there goes our plans for today," you sigh softly. He rubs against your leg as an apology and chirps again. You look down and pet his head, "I don't blame you baby, thank you for protecting me."

Opens the door and walks in with him following behind me. Aizawa lays on the couch looking at you as you go to put up his clothes. "I'll have to call into your work tomorrow, saying that we're sick until you turn back." He makes another noise at you, as he gets off the couch and puts one of his paws on your foot. You look down at him "what is it?" He mentions towards that kitchen with his head. "Oh, you're hungry," slowly heads to the kitchen "what do Panthers eat?"

You think for a second, "I'm pretty sure you guys only eat meat, right?" Grabs some raw meat, opening it before setting it on the floor for him. Aizawa starts eating it slowly as you start cooking food "we'll have to stay inside for today, we'll find another day to go out." Aizawa finishes eating and nudges against your leg "don't worry I'm almost done cooking," you finish cooking and grab your plate "how about for tonight we eat and just watch a movie together."

You sit on the couch as aizawa also gets on but lays his head in your lap, you pick a movie you know you both will like and start eating. After you finish you set the plate on the table and cuddle with aizawa on the couch "I already miss you in your human form," you laugh a little "but I guess you are kinda cute as a panther." He licks your cheek as you fall asleep, and he stays up.

The next morning you wake up, aizawa is already asleep so you pet him for a second before getting up and calling into his work saying he got sick from the food you two had last night. You grab your stuff and leave but not before leaving out some food for him in case he wakes up. The whole day you were anxious if he was okay by himself and hoped that no found out about him. Once you finally got off, you were glad and hurried home quickly.

Once you walk into your house and look around you notice everything looks okay, you look around "aizawa?" He comes out of your bedroom, looking like he had just woken up and stretches but he's still in his panther form. You sigh softly "well you're still not back to normal, " you pet him softly "we'll get you checked out tomorrow if you're not back to normal by then." He rubs against your leg, and licks your hand while making a chirp noise. You go to the kitchen noticing he ate his food and you start to get some more out for him.

All the sudden you hear a loud bang so you rush into the living where aizawa was. "Babe you okay-," you quickly cover your eyes after seeing a naked aizawa on the couch "you're naked!" Aizawa looks around, confused for a moment before realizing he's back into his human form. "Oh, yeah, but it's not like you haven't seen me baked before." He says as he passes by, you to get some clothes on. You yell at him embarrassed, "that's not the point." He just laughs at your response.

When I looked it up it said that Panthers make like chirping noises so of I am wrong correct me and I'll fix it!

#x reader #mha aizawa #mha aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #mha fanfiction #short writing #my hero academy fanfiction #aizawa x gender neutral reader

[frekydeki]

Hiii i know me AGAIN (oneshot) sorry i just like to read long stories

So...aizawa, we have this dream (n idk what is it hahaha it can be singing/acting/ ANYTHING... Bcs we r quirkless n bcs i can see aizawa only date quirkless) n we finally got in for interview n we just want Aizawa to be there for us, but he didnt, he knows that moment we r in interview, he tried (but not hard enough) to clear his schedule, i mean he can came if he is BOLD enough not to care abt work that much n then u just tired of trying bcs he always does that thenn aftermath he start to hving more time with us bcs he regret n bla bla bla... But we just decide to give this attitude of tired of trying more longer bcs he just need to learn from his mistake ?

:3 this idea kept me awake

A/n | ppsssshhhh this took me for fridgin ever I’m sorry Chibbiiiii. But gosh it got real angsty, it’s the only way I could see this playing out. I also wrote in one of my OC’s, not sure why, but it happened and I sort of vibe with it... anyways, here ya go love! XOXO and take care of yourself!!!

Pairing | Aizawa x Quirkless!Reader

Masterlist

You should know better.

Really, you should. Better than to expect anything different from him. To allow the curling and churning in your stomach to catch your attention; it upsets you that it’s even happening. You should be able to brush the sight before you off of your shoulder — you knew it was going to happen this way when he gave you that look when you told him about the interview — and direct your fumbling, messy, burning emotions to the real problem at hand…

The real problem is the heavy stack of papers sitting tucked away in an ugly yellow envelope in front of you. The real problem being the red ink you know you’re going to see splashed across every page in there; and you’re going to have to take it on the chin despite pouring every last piece of yourself into the words printed on those pages. The dread is almost unbearable, but you think you can bare it better than the dread of knowing what you’re going to hear if you answer the phone buzzing in your pocket right now.

Tucked away in the corner of a small coffee shop just down the street, shoes untied and scarf barely hanging onto your neck, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. You left the apartment in a hurry and didn’t even bother to grab your wallet, let alone tie your shoes, and if your phone wasn’t already in your jackets pocket, you would’ve left it there too… You think it would’ve been easier to take a deep breath if you didn’t have it, in fact. The constant buzzing in your pocket keeps recalling him to memory, he can still reach you…

What the hell sort of thought is that? Trying to get as far away from your boyfriend as you can? Like cutting all ties and contact with him for a few hours will just make all your emotions disappear… It’s just how you’ve always done this though. It’s not the first time he’s upset you, or the first-time things have gone down the drain so quickly. If that man of yours has any brain cells in his head, he’s heading to this coffee shop right now. Your chair grinds loudly, a terrible sound on your sensitive ears, against the ground temporarily drowning out the chatter of others in the shop. You wonder if he’ll even try looking for you right now, considering he’s on a short break from his shift and must be back in five minutes. The folder is smashed against your chest while you exit the shop with your head low, eyes flicking up to apprehensively examine the other faces speeding past you.

Aizawa is nowhere in sight. You hate that there’s a slight pang of disappointment poisoning your gut — this is exactly what you want, after all — and lift your lip in annoyance as you spin on your heel while beginning to map out where you’re going to hide for the next fifteen minutes.

“Shota, you stupid-“ a heavy breath erupts from your nose as you quell the insults about to spew from your lips. You’ve never been able to call him names, or spit your frustrations out in sentences that you know you’d regret saying a few hours after… It’s not to say that your frustrations haven’t been enough, but it’s that a very small fraction of yourself understands why he does things like this. His dedication to his students warms your body from your core out, and his resolve to be a hero isn’t anything to sneeze at either. That’s just Aizawa Shota, a man who, before anything else, is a hero and teacher.

Which makes you even more angry. You just hate that you have to understand all the time. Why can’t he understand?

A small bookshop is where you decide to bide your time and wait out Shota, who’s surely raging around the apartment in proper Aizawa fashion: sitting on the couch with hands folded over his mouth and leg bouncing frantically. He should be leaving any minute now, his path back to the school leads right by this bookshop, in fact, and you wonder if you’ll be able to catch a glimpse of him walking by… You turn your shoulder towards the large glass window at the front of the shop with a scowl twisting your features into a look that could kill; you just don’t want to see that handsome face right now for fear of breaking down and blowing the whole reason you left the apartment in the first place.

You cannot see, speak to, or think of Aizawa Shota in the slightest. You don’t want to.

It’s a messy little shop, books stuffed in every crevice, some stack from the floor, a small old woman smiling at you from behind a desk piled high with books on either side. The beads hanging from her gold glasses frames jingle as she waddles to you, pushing the frames from low on her nose to the middle of her bridge. The wrinkles at the corner of her eye exaggerate and a shaky smile giggles onto her lips with a raspy chuckle in her throat. You shrink in her gaze while she looks you up and down and hums; what the hell is she doing right now? You feel vulnerable in her gaze as your hands tighten around the folder more and your shoulders push slightly forward. You smack at the tickle of hair on your cheek and shoot her a short-lived smile with a trembling glance. The color in her opalescent eyes is deep, open, and clear, but you can’t quite understand her intentions. Even though her gaze on you, you wonder if she’s actually looking at you, or through you, because of the far off look in her eye… Is she gonna put a curse on you or something?

“No cursing here, dearie.” Her raspy voice finally presents itself as she turns her short frame — she stands a few heads shorter than you — and wraps her boney hands around your scarf, giving you a gentle tug. “Follow me.” It sounds more like a demand coming off her lips. Your mind runs rampant with ways to get yourself out of this situation and out of this shop; but you walked in here you can’t quite play that off without telling the truth and you really don’t want to tell the truth.

“If Shota were here…” That’s the stupid thought you have sneaking into your mind when you stop in your tracks and curse at yourself. The old woman continues to walk, pulling at your scarf; her long white hair taps against her waist, a pendant in the shape of a crow hanging from the hair tie wrapped in her hair midway down her back. The old woman clicks her tongue and shakes her head, still leading you through the maze of bookshelves; this shop really doesn’t look this big from the outside!

“That Aizawa Shota… He’s being a real stick in the mud.” She ends her sentence with another short chuckle.

“How…” You swallow thickly and eye the curious old woman stopping and finally turning to look at you. “How do you know about him?” Her eyes curve with a gentle smile playing on her lips, it’s a knowing smile, but she only shrugs quickly and turns away. She continues to march toward a door in the back of the room, struggling up the steps a little, and you find yourself holding her elbow firmly to steady her.

“Is it just my wise old age, or magic?” She laughs as her hand finds your own and pats it gratefully.

“It’s your quirk?” You guess with lidded eyes and flat brows. Disappointment hangs at the corner her lips, which you thought were stuck in a smile permanently.

“Yeah, it’s my quirk.” She monotonously responds. She sighs before discontent vocalizes at the back of her throat. The old lady stops abruptly and turns to you, a stubbornness in those opal eyes. “My quirk is mind reading, but my power is empathy.” You blink at her with wide eyes; what the hell does that mean? Irritation blips across her face. “It means I feel others' emotions.” Heart shriveling up slightly, you cast your eyes down to the stained wooden floor. You’re quite possibly the worst person she could meet right now; your emotions are in tatters, fluctuating somewhere between livid and heartbroken.

“Alright, alright!” The old lady smacks her hand down on your shoulder heavily with a sudden burst of strength. Where the hell did all this strength come from? You meet her eye before noticing that she almost looks younger and spritelier now. “We’ll do none of that, dear. Let’s keep going; I have something to give you!”

“I didn’t bring my-“

“It’s free!”

“Oh no.” You out your hands up and shake your head, “I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

“Hush now.” The woman unlocks the door to the room and glances at you from over the rim of her wire glasses, “I don’t take just anybody back into this room!” Your lips smack shut. The painted door creaks open to reveal a messy – yet organized – room. Stones and crystals are neatly placed on almost every surface, books stuffed full of scrap paper are scattered about, and jars of herbs you couldn’t even begin to name line the walls.

“How long have you been with him?” You assume she’s talking about Shota, “Yeah, that one.” You smile as you step farther into the room and pick up a pink stone.

“About four years now…” Your smile falls before your head shoots up and you shoot an irritated look at the old woman who’s digging through her clutter. “Don’t you know this already Mrs. Mind Reading Empath?”

“Humor an old woman will ya?” Your silence tells her that you’re not going to argue. “Does this happen often?”

“Him blowing me off for work?” She hums hesitantly, her quick hands slowing as she spares you a short glance. “Yeah.” The woman remains quiet, and you mindlessly continue. “A lot of the time I can ignore it. When he cancels a movie night or a lunch, or when he can’t make it to a night out with friends. I can handle that, but it bothers me the most when I have dinner ready though... It gets lonely…” You ramble, that same annoyance swelling up in you that you’d forgotten when this eccentric old lady approached you.

“Aha!” The woman exclaims, her sparkling eyes brimming with joy as she gazes down at a green stone clutched tightly in her hand.

“What’s your name?” You wonder at her as you quickly step through the narrow path in the room to help her down from the step stool she’s standing on.

“Oh! I never told you!” She smiled sheepishly up to you, “You always forget to give your name when you automatically know everyone else’s!” She laughs as she moves to sit in a chair placed diagonal to another. She holds her hand out to the other chair, and you quickly sit once she’s gotten all settled in. “My name is Tatsu.” She turns her eyes to you, and offers one of the kindest smiles you’ve seen, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” She turns the rock in her hand about before looking to the folder clutched in your hands.

“What do you do for a living?” You shuffle uncomfortably, but don’t try to hide the folder, knowing that this woman already knows all about you.

“I’m an author… Well, I want to be an author…” You correct with a nervous and breathless laugh.

“Your interview went bad?” You sigh and hang your head, looking anywhere except that drilling gaze Tatsu is offering you.

“It was never good to start with.” Your voice is quiet. The woman inhales a deep breath before letting it out slowly and leaning her head back against the chair.

“When I was about your age, I wanted to open a bookstore.” She smiles. “Before that I wanted to be a spy, and even before that, I wanted to be a superhero.” You raise your eyebrow.

“Why’d you end up choosing a bookstore?”

“Well, I tried being a superhero… Two or three times, I think?” She laughs to herself, “You can’t really save others with my quirk… So, I decided to be a spy, a super spy if you will. I was one hell of a woman for a few years, but something felt wrong.” She holds the stone up between the two of you, “I’ve always been a spiritual girl, so I bought myself a crystal like this. I made it into an earring and still wear it to this day.” She turns her head so you can see the simple little earring dangling from her ear. “It’s called Moldavite.” She offers it to you, and you hold out your hand to take it. “She’s a powerful crystal, that one.”

“What happened after that?” You urge her to continue, curious about how a stone plays a part in her story.

“It’s a crystal dear, not just a stone you find in your moms front yard garden.” You nod and chuckle. “That very week, I got a terrible injury on my next mission.” A warm smile is permeating on her face, and you stare in horror. Why is she happy? Is she a masochist? “I met the love of my life while at the hospital. He was there too for some injuries he got while on the job; he was a superhero.” The glimmering look in her eye is adorable, but you’re still not making any connections.

“How romantic! Two injured people waddling around the hospital together!” You tease lightly, to which she lets out a giggle.

“I know!” She’s serious. “When we got married, his parents offered us this shop, and I finally got to open my bookstore.” It’s a cute little story, but you’re not sure where the connection is between your situation and it. She had the time of her life, and you’re on the verge of losing your boyfriend and your dream.

“When I got that injury, it was the hardest time of my life.” She softly explains. “Like I was losing everything I’d ever dreamed of.” Her eyes knowingly turn to yours. Oh.

“I want you to keep that crystal, Y/n. I want you to think long and hard about Aizawa. He’s the real problem here, not that damn book.”

“What am I supposed to do with a stone?”

“It’s not a stone! It’s a crystal! A cry-stal!” She snaps in correction. A small grin flashes onto your lips.

“Fine. What am I supposed to do with this crystal?”

“Let it work its magic. She will bring you luck, bring you what you should have, and get rid of what you don’t need.” She nods slowly. Aizawa’s face comes into your mind, and a little bit of fear licks at your fingertips. Gets rid of what you don’t need… Why is he on your mind now that you’ve heard her say that?

“Now, it’s safely been twenty minutes, and I heard Mr. Aizawa go by.” She begins pushing you out of her shop.

“Heard him? How?” She giggles.

“He’s so loud when he’s thinking about you, and even louder when he’s worried.” When you’re on the short step outside of her shop, watching her with a bewildered look and the green crystal in your hand, she smiles cheekily to you.

“Good luck, sweetie.” You begin to nod and take an unsteady step away from her shop. “I can’t wait to see your book on my shelves!” A grin pushes onto your lips and you clench the folder in your hands, almost ready to confront the contents of the pages.

“I’ll come visit you again!”

“You better! Keep trying, and someday you’ll be amazed with yourself!” You can feel some sort of weight lifting off your shoulders as you walk away from the shop, a small smile stuck on your face. It’s soon replaced with a realization that puts a heavy weight back onto your limbs, numbing them up, and making you nauseous: Shota will be home in a few hours. Unconsciously, you tighten your hand around the crystal, and wonder if it’ll work.

You’re not sure you believe that sort of stuff, but Tatsu sure does, and she had some sort of way of almost persuading you to believe it too. If it does work, you’re nervous of the outcome… You’ve not admitted it to yourself over the years of your relationship, but you guess you’ve always known you’re a little unhappy. That thought makes your throat tighten and itch, and eyes burn a little. You blink rapidly as you push your apartment door open and swallow thickly.

Dropping your keys onto the kitchen counter, you get yourself a glass of water and try to shoo away the feeling in your throat away with a few sips. It’s not like you’re wholly unhappy, if you were, you would’ve left Aizawa a while ago. But it’s an itch on your back you’ve never been able to scratch, a creepy shadow that’s always lingered over your shoulder… You flick open the folder you’ve crumbled up from squeezing it to your chest over the past hour, and sigh. There are red marks all over the first page; you’re not quite sure you can even concentrate on doing that right now, so you begin to tuck it back in before completely taking it out all the way.

You opt to sit in your bedroom and put on a comfort show. Not that you pay too much to it, as you’re busy staring at a picture of you and Shota sitting on your nightstand. The photo is evidence that you two have shared very happy times together, and truth be told, you love that man more dearly than you’ve ever loved anything… Yet you doubt he loves you the same way. Once you considered that you could live with that, loving him more than you got in return, but that’s easier said than done. Your eyes dart to your phone screen, the four missed call and six text messages still showing to you. It’s been close to an hour since your little meltdown, so you decide to see what he has to say for himself this time. You’re not surprised to see the usual:

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I have an exam to give to the students this morning, I won’t be able to make it.” You knew that he wasn’t going to make it even before you read the text message, you knew when it was five minutes til and he still hadn’t showed. “I can still make it to lunch though. You’re favorite?”

You didn’t respond. You were busy getting your ass handed to you by your editor. Your throat begins to burn as you tighten your hand around your phone — barely resisting the urge to throw it as hard as you can — and clench your jaw. It’s not like you ask for much. You just want to matter a little bit more to him, to be worth just enough for him to take some time off of work for. At the very least, you’d like to feel supported, but you’re not even getting that… You’re not sure that something Aizawa would ever be able to do. Frankly, you’re not sure if anything could matter more to him than his job as a teacher and pro hero. Once, you loved him for the determination and passion; now it’s tearing your relationship to shreds… is this something that you can tolerate for the rest of your life? You’re not quite sure.

It hurts badly this time, evident of the tears biting at your eyes and itching your cheeks, and you know it only gets worse each time. If things keep down this road, you can see the day that it starts permeating into your being, and you suddenly realize that you’re numb; that you can neither love nor hate him for it. Dreadful is the day that you become indifferent. You want to save your relationship, tell him what’s bothering you, and see the change.

It’s funny, but you’re not one with words. You can write a whole novel but can say one word to explain yourself. You delete the rambling text you’d planned out while indulging your frantic thoughts.

You’re in utter turmoil. Stuck between heartbreak and drawn out heartbreak. On one hand, you know that you couldn’t stand not having Shota in your life, but on the other, you don’t think your strong enough to handle this sort of hurt regularly. You groan and fall into the soft pillow, your comfort show doing absolutely no good. You pull your blanket over you and get comfy; a nap should do you right.

…

Maybe you should talk to Shota about it… Yeah… Flinging up in your bed, you grab hold of your phone, and type his number in; You’re not the type to go down without a fight…

A fight... What if you start a fight? You deflate and lay back down with a dull look in your eye. Fights between the two of you are the worst. Reason being that you both don’t do well with confrontation. He gets annoyed and leaves while you just shut down.

Shutting your eyes, you decide that you’re just too conflicted to do anything about it right now. You’d rather just take a nap than do something you’ll regret.

 …                                

 The familiar weight of a hand running up your side – slowly and hesitantly – brings you out of your nap. You sigh, snuggling up against the softness of your pillow. The weight of another person shifting the bed next to you is a comforting sign; it means Aizawa is home… A small, content smile slithers onto your lips while the warmth of his hand reaches your cheek, running down your jaw line so softly you could barely feel it…

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says softly, his voice drenched in guilt and wrung tight with worry. His long black hair, tangled from a day’s work, tickles over your skin as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. With his warm hand sliding down your arm to stop and tighten at your elbow, he continues in nearly as whisper, “I let you down again, didn’t I?” He pauses for a second, and you can hear the frustrated breath tumble from him before he corrects, “I let us down…”

You’ve been shaken from your sleepy state like someone poured ice cold water on you. Breath stopped entirely, your body runs cold and shudders at the sound on Shota’s tongue.

When you fell asleep, you intended a short nap. The room is run over in shadows, the moon gazing in at you with a sneer on his face while he dangles high in the sky. Everything is so still, air stagnant, the only sound you can pick up is Shota breathing. This isn’t what you meant to happen.

“There’s not much I can put before my job.” Somehow – even though it feels like you haven’t taken in a breath since you first heard Aizawa – your lungs shrivel up to raisins, and your eyes begin to burn… You want to be first to anything… “I know how badly you wish it wasn’t like that.” He continues, and your eyes begin to flutter as you try and bite back the tears; body rigid with the dread coursing through you. You want to mean more to him than anything in the world. He’s quiet as he pushes himself off of you, your own body crying out for him to come back to you with cold shivers, and he leans up against your headboard. You feel his fingers playing in your hair as he rests his head against the wall.

“You know I can’t sugar coat things.” His hand stops moving, “This probably isn’t going to be the last time I do this. You and I both know this.” His voice is low and quiet, the cold lick of his own strangling emotions extending into your body and reaping havoc. “Can you… Can you handle that?” Jaw clenching, you shut your eyes; you can’t just pretend you’re sleeping; he knows you’re awake. You inhale a trembling breath, your anger reaching into your throat in an acidic burn.

“You’re asking a lot of me, Shota.” Your own, low, quaking, and raspy voice finally mixes into the silence. It’s quiet as Shota nods slowly. “Why can’t it be any other way?” You inhale a gasp of breath. “Why can’t it be me before anything, just once Shota? I’m here for you every single night, and after every patrol, every fight, and every night out with your friends. Why can’t you just be my boyfriend for one damn day?” You blubber in frustration.

“I am your boyfriend, Y/n. It’s not like I forget that when I go to work.” “It sure as hell feels like it.” You snap as you sit up quickly – your head throbbing loudly at the quick motion – and you smack the tears falling onto your face away harshly. “I just wanted two hours today Shota. Two hours! Two hours is too much to give to me?” You look at the face of your phone, seeing that Aizawa had texted you often throughout the day; for some reason that makes you even more angry… Why the hell wouldn’t he come home if he was actually that worried?

“We talked about this when we first started dating.” He sighs at your retreating form. He crawls off the bed to follow you, his own heart hammering in his chest, but face still stuck in that unimpressed and unbothered expression he always holds. “I said that there were going to be periods that I can’t give you as much time as I wish I could.”

“We also talked about boundaries.” You turn over your shoulder and catch his dark eyes with yours, taking all of his breath away at your frustrated and hurting expression. His mind is robbed of all thoughts while panic freezes him in his place and opens his mouth slightly. “We talked about being there for each other when it matters the most.” You grab the yellow folder on the counter and throw it on the table now standing between the two of you; some of the pages spill out, revealing the hack job your editor performed on it. Aizawa eyes them before turning his eyes back to you. “This was one of those moments.”

“Y/n…” Your quivering lip steals all of his words from him again. What can he say? For some reason, this issue feels like it can never be resolved, no matter what he says. He knows that apologizes can only take him so far – especially when he’s done it so much – and he also knows that he can’t promise that it won’t happen again. He refuses to be moved from the reality of it, and you’re quaking to withstand it; he can see you’re barely holding on… It turns his eyes down to the floor and forces his breath from him.

“Can it really not get any better?” You ask quietly, almost pleadingly. Truthfully, you’re asking him if he’s really not willing to try harder for you, to care more about you… Asking him to put his job as a teacher and pro hero aside is not a light request, and you know it… But him asking you to put aside your hurt and happiness for his job is just as heavy. You don’t want to be the only one sacrificing it all anymore.

His head begins to shake slowly, his wide eyes brimming in tears; he knows what this is going to lead to. Your expression contorts into a sob and your head falls.

“God dammit Aizawa.” You growl through your tears. Hands tightening on the back of the dining room chair, and body crumbling in the wake of your emotions, you try to collect yourself enough to look him in the eye. “Why?” He’s silent across from you, his shoulders slumped but eyes widely taking in your shrinking form. He’s hissing in breaths, trying with all of his strength to keep from crying himself, and his hands clenched tightly into fists in his pockets. He’s frozen in the wrath of all his emotions rushing through him

The door unlocking has your entire body freezing stone cold. Eri’s home. You exhale slowly, the sound of her giggling voice making you want to combust and cease existing entirely; this is going to be the last time you see her…

You know what you have to do. This is for yourself…

“We’re done, Shota Aizawa.” You say between the two of you, and then turn to greet Eri with your jacket in your hands. Despite tears being scattered across your cheeks you smile brightly and warmly at Eri; her expression falls to horror as she takes in your appearance. Toshinori shuffles in behind her while humming softly and out of tune.

“How was patrol tonight, my friend…” However, his voice trails off as he catches the state the two of you are in. You’re speeding toward the door with a forced smile, and Aizawa swaying on his feet with wide eyes brimming with tears and staring at where you just were.

“Is everything okay, Y/n?” Eri’s voice chimes lightly, her own eyes running red in frustration; you know she adores you like her own parent.

“Yeah,” You stop in front of her and caress her cheek lightly with a solemn expression, “we just won’t be seeing each other much anymore.” You crouch and kiss her forehead, “I love you, princess. I’ll miss you.” You whisper before taking in her reddening face and speeding toward the door.

“Are you going somewhere Y/n?” The nerves in Toshinori raise his voice an octave as he turns to address Aizawa, “Is everything okay? Should I bring Eri back later?”

“No.” You sternly say. “I’m leaving.”

“Y/n-“ Aizawa begins with a thick voice, cracking under the weight of his own emotions.

You shut the door.

And you walk away from Shota Aizawa, the first dream you’ve ever given up on.

 …

 “What if he completely poured his heart out to you in the rain and also bought you dinner?” Hizashi sighs as he holds out another outfit to you. You’ve got another interview with your editor today, to look over your revised novel that you poured yourself into for the past month; the only thing that’s kept you sane after giving up Aizawa.

“Hizashi,” You sigh with drooping eyebrows and a pleading look in your eye, “Do we really have to talk about this again?”

“I can’t just keep silent! I introduced you guys!” You shake your head at the selection and continue to prod through the clothing wrack at the store.

“Some things aren’t meant to be.” You unconsciously bring your hand to finger the caged stone you have dangling around your neck. Since leaving Shota, a lot of things have looked up for you. You’ve found the energy to delve into your work, which has shown to your editor, and you’ve been able to reflect on what you really want in life.

You want to come first, before anything else, in your life. Sometimes you wonder if you’re doing what Tatsu tried to guide you to, or if you just ruined the relationship you had with the best man in the world on the whim of some old crazy woman… You don’t like thinking about it too much, otherwise you find yourself almost dialing Shota up to take you back.

“It’s not like I didn’t try working with him on it anyways.” You grumble to your friend. He begins complaining again, refusing to hear what you’ve been trying to tell him since the day after the break. “He said he can’t compromise with work, and I realized that I can’t handle being so secondary.” You give a melancholy smile, “I’m so selfish, huh?”

“What if I can persuade Shota otherwise?” Hizashi negotiates. You shake your head with a dry, humorless chuckle. “I know he’s stubborn, but he cares so much about you! He doesn’t just stick around with someone for four years just because!” You try to protest with him, but he continues on his tirade, “Aizawa was never interested in relationships, so he never got into one. He doesn’t do anything unless he wants to! He wanted to be in that relationship with you! He’s just so… So…” He lets out a frustrated noise and takes a quick drink from the cup clenched in his hand.

“Hizashi… I don’t think there’s any persuading him. I’ve been trying to do it for a while now.” You quietly say as you pick out a nice shirt. Frankly, this talk has killed your mood for a new outfit, and at this point you’re just picking through clothes, so you don’t have to look your passionate friend in the eye.

“Fine. Let’s get back to your studio… Your appointment will be soon, we should make sure you have plenty of time to get ready.” You almost feel guilty at the dejection in his usually strident voice.

Both of you ride in the taxi in silence. But you’re quick to wonder to him out loud what’s been on your mind:

“Do you think I made the wrong choice?” Hizashi looks at you clearly with his blue eyes and he shakes his head with a soft smile.

“I think you did exactly what you needed to do. Albeit maybe a little drastic with actually breaking up with him… The silent treatment would have worked just fine… Sometimes what a man needs is time away to realize how badly he needs something, and how much he’s willing to pay to have it.” You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Then why aren’t you bothering Aizawa about this all the time, huh?”

“I am.”

“Then stop bothering me!” You snap. Hizashi chuckles at your outburst. You can’t truly be upset with Hizashi, knowing that he’s only bugging you about this because he sees the sorry mess you are on some nights, and reports that Aizawa is knee deep in sorrow and depression. He wants things to go back to normal, but you don’t want to. You don’t want to go back to the constant fight for his time, for his support. If you ever went back to Shota, he’d have to take time off of work before your very eyes to make you believe that he’s willing to change his ways. 

That’ll never happen. You’ve excepted that. Hearing about Aizawa’s heartbreak doesn’t surprise you either; you know he cares about you on some level, but it’s not how you want it to be. It’s a mutual break up, one made between two loving adults who realize that they aren’t what they need for each other...

You look to the rambling blond next to you - he’s on again about some scenario of you and Shota coming back together in a surprise visit this time - and sigh; you just need to make Hizashi understand that the relationship is done for...

“Hizashi...” You whine again at his romanticized dramatization of a meeting you’d much rather not even imagine. If it ever did happen, you sure as hell wouldn’t be the composed person Hizashi is making you out to be; you’d be a sobbing, blubbering mess and puddy in Aizawa’s hand... 

“I’m just saying that if you ever run into Aizawa at a very convenient time while you’re all dressed up and he’s got flowers then you need to say yes to dinner.” He surrenders his hands as he helps you out of the taxi and ushers you to your apartment. There’s a spark in his eye that unsettles you.

“That’s oddly specific.” You mumble to him.

“I like to daydream about it.” He grins to you with a cheesy sparkle in his eye. “Now, let’s get you ready!”

“It’s not like I wouldn’t ever try with Aizawa again…” You mindlessly ramble as you follow Hizashi through your apartment. “It’s just that I don’t think right now is the right time…”

“There’s no time like the present, Y/n!”

“I know but we’ve got different goals right now and-“

“I understand Y/n.” He smiles gently, letting you know that you don’t have to explain to him at all anymore. “But,” You let out a fake sob at his continued antics, “Maybe one months difference is all the time you needed to get to the right time!” In the end, you decide to pretend you don’t hear him. Persuading him will have to wait for next time, when you have more patience.

Hizashi dresses you in your finest, and forces just the right number of accessories on you. You complain to him while he drills you on walking with confidence to the editor that you don’t have to be so entirely dressed up for a simple meeting.

“It’s not just a simple meeting!” He scolds as he firmly slaps his hands onto your shoulders. “This is your future and happiness we’re talking about! I’ll be damned if I slack on this!” He nods firmly, stepping away from your dazzling form and grins. “Beautiful! Stunning! Breath-taking! You are a fearsome being, Y/n!”

A grin bubbles over onto your lips with a stupid chuckle as you bashfully give him a shove, “Oh, stop it.”

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” He says as he backs toward the door, picks up your nicest jacket, and hands it to you, “Put this on and come out when you’re ready!” He slides out the door before poking his head back in and saying, “Remember! If we see any wild Shota’s on the street, we always say yes to him!” You groan at him.

“Hizashi!” He laughs and finally closes the door behind him.

He’s really been pressing you about your breakup with Shota. He says he thinks that you’re both meant for each other and this is only a misunderstanding in the road to a long and happy life together. You kind of wish it was like that too. But it’s been an entire month, and you haven’t heard a word from Aizawa since – except to pick up the rest of your things from his apartment -  so you highly doubt that you’re going to encounter a “wild Shota” on the streets. He’s always at work anyways…

Shaking your head quickly and tapping your cheeks, you bring yourself back into the present moment. You have another dream that’s just within your reach right now. You want to gain this one, before you mourn the loss of another.

“Hizashi! I think I’m going to head out a little early for the meeting, so I have time to get there!” You walk into the living room while buttoning your jacket around you. “I want to stop for a warm drink, it’s so cold out-“ your words fall to a nearly silent whisper as you gaze into your living room, “Side…” You slowly finish your sentence with wide eyes. Your next breath gets stuck in your throat.

“Aizawa…” You watch him with a severe look crossing onto your expression. In his hand he holds a beautiful bouquet of purple hyacinths, and white and red tulips. He’s nicely dressed, a white button up under a black suit jacket. His black hair is nicely pulled out of his face in a half-up half-down style. Soft pink colors in on his cheeks, and his eyes steadily drink you in, afraid that if he looks away, you’ll disappear. “What…” Your voice wheezes out of breath. He’s supposed to be at work. What is he doing here? At your apartment? With flowers?

“Y/n, I-“ His sentence falls short as his dark eyes dart repeatedly to the blonde man leaning on the counter and watching the exchange with bright eyes. Hizashi nods ecstatically to urge him to continue. Aizawa blinks quickly before drawing in a breath and returning his gaze to you; he’d prefer it if he didn’t have an audience… So, he takes slow steps near you, watching your every movement for the slightest sign of discomfort at his proximity, to try at some sort of privacy. “Look, I…”

The sound of disdain comes from Hizashi at how Shota was about to begin. Again, the dark-haired man is diverted from his goal. Hizashi shakes his head quickly.

“Can we have a moment?” Aizawa coolly asks his friend.

“Oh,” Hizashi startles as he nods and scoops up his drink, “Yeah.” He pats his pockets for his wallet before picking it up on the counter, “It’s dinner time! Gotta blast, see ya Y/n!”

When it’s just the two of you in the apartment, Aizawa clears his throat and shuffles on his feet. He looks down and holds the bouquet out to you. He keeps his eyes averted from your own.

“Two days after you left me,” He begins quietly and slowly, “Eri asked me why you wouldn’t be around anymore… I had to explain to her what it meant to break up with someone; she didn’t really understand.” He chuckles dryly. “You always have been better at explaining things to her.” You take the bouquet slowly, drawing your fingers across one of the soft petals.

“That doesn’t tell me why you’re here.” You quickly say, pulling your eyes up. He exhales and yanks his bloodshot eyes to your own. His heart is hammering and doing flips in his chest while seeing you stand here like this, listening to the words that are about to come out of his mouth with that solemn expression on your face. AIzawa doesn’t want to cross the line, but god, he wants to take you into his arms so badly and kiss those perfect lips and ravish your body until you’re full of him and swimming in his absolute adoration for you-

A smirk jumps onto his lips with a chuckle to cover up the fact that his mind is running over with such thoughts in a moment like this.

“She didn’t understand why we wouldn’t be together if we loved each other.” His mouth thins into a grave line as the corners bury into his cheeks, “And I couldn’t tell her why. I love you to death, and I don’t know why I wouldn’t do a damn thing to keep you.” He sounds confused as he lets out a chuckle. “I realized a lot of things...

“The bed is colder with one body, and an apartment hollow without someone to come home to… Not someone…” He stares meaningfully into your eyes, with an uncharacteristically glassy look in his own, “You… It’s lonely and wrong without you, Y/n. I wanted to be honest with you by telling you that I couldn’t put you before work, but I was being selfish… I didn’t even try.” He holds his hands out to his sides. “I decided I might as well try, so I took some time off of work today to get here today in this stupid suit…” He yanks at the jacket on him and bites his lip. “I came here hoping you’d forgive me for being a dense asshole… That you’d let me escort you to this meeting, and then take you out to dinner?”

You blink quickly, biting on your lips as you try to keep the blubbering tears in your eyes from stealing your dignity from under you. But they flop onto your cheeks no matter what– you’ve never been one to be able to hide your tears easily – and rush to press yourself into his chest.

“Aizawa, you’re so stupid.” You snap weakly at him. He chuckles as he tightly embraces you.

“I’m sorry…” He sighs as he rocks you from side to side with a content smile lifting his lips and relieved tears putting a blush onto his cheeks. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

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Kindle [Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader]

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Part 4

Bindings held me tightly, the owner of them only sighed and gave them a tug, pulling me towards him. "Your moving too slow still, and your moments are predictable." Clenching my teeth I stared up at the older male, my mind running a mile a minute before I smirked. "What are you smiling about, you've lost all of your one on one matches with me." Without saying a word a shifted into my cat form, and slipped from the bindings. My paws hit the ground before pain shot through my body. I cut the scream that clawed it's way up my throat off by snapping my jaw shut. "Shit"

••• Time Skip •••

My body was tense, sore from the weeks of training I had put in to get to this very moment. Although it was something I was able to ignore for the most part. "The first match of round one will begin with Kamina Yagami from class 1A! He will be up against L/n Y/n from General Studies!" My eyes moved to look at my surroundings, the amount of people still throwing me off, not matter how many times I've seen them walking into the arena. "The winner of this match will move on to the second round and go against the winner of the second match."

My eyes soon drifted to the male on the other side of the fighting arena I had entered. "This will be a piece of cake" the words were followed my his fist being punched into the other, a smirk pulling at his lips. My eyes narrowed at this and lowered myself to prepare for whatever he threw my way. "Begin!" As I expected he had run directly at me, his hand being incased in the familiar cackling of electricity. 'Perfect' stepping to the side as the male neared me I smirked, my hands reaching for the exposed portions of his UA uniform. As I had expected electricity soon flowed through my body before I pulled away.

"I wouldn't make it that simple" he turned and opened his hand, his palm facing me as he lit his palm up with more electricity. "Let's see how you like this!" My feet moved before I could think of what would happen and I ran straight to the male in class 1A. My own hand opening as I prepared for my first attack. "Wha-" before he finished his words he had let his quirk loose and the flickering lines of yellow danced about my body, what threw him off however was that I hadn't stopped running. "My turn" I muttered my hand wrapping around the males arm, the electric he had used on me being passed back to him and increased in voltage, something I learned by sparing with AfterShock.

His teeth clenched after a moment, his body I assumed wasn't used to the voltage I was sending through his body. I shifted my weight and strained my muscles to lift the male and throw him in the direction of the edge of the arena. His feet dug into the ground, stoping himself from crossing the line and stood, his body swaying slightly before he looked up to me. My feet brought me into a sprint before pulled my d/h arm back, hand clenching before I swung at the male, my arm lighting in electricity as it made contact with the males arms and threw him off balance. And I watched as he fell back, his arms going out to cushion his fall, he however landed half outside the small arena we had been fighting in.

"The first winner of round one is L/n Y/n of General Studies!" The crowed remained quiet for a moment before soon erupting into a frenzy. The main thing I had heard revolved around one question "why isn't she in the hero course!?"

••• Flash Back •••

"You want to continue?" The erasure hero sounded conflicted, his eyes scanning over me momentarily before he sighed. "What did recovery girl say?" Straightening myself I clenched my jaw slightly. "She said I'm good to go" he mad an unamused noise and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his posture slightly slouched. "I can tell you're lying." I clench my hands. "I can't just stop fighting when I'm hurting. A villain wouldn't care..." my eyes moved to look to the ground. "I'm already behind everyone in the hero courses... I can't get left behind!" When I looked back up back eyes were narrowed and staring directly into my e/c eyes. After a moment I saw a twitch from the males mouth before he smirked. "I won't be going easy on you."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

••• Time Skip •••

"Aizawa!" The words seemed to fall to deaf ears and I huffed. "Senpai!" The blonde who stood next to him had turned to take a look in my direction, a look of confusion in his eyes. "Erasure" the tired male hummed his eyes following where the blonde was looking. The raven haired male lifted his yellow goggles to rest atop his head and he watched as I closed the distance between the us. "Did you see the match?" I pulled my arms towards myself, raising myself into my tiptoes in excitement. "Yeah" the one word response had me dropping my heals to the floor so I was standing properly once more.

"You two know each other?" My eyes moved to the blonde next to Aizawa and I took a surprised step back. "Ahhh!" The surprise little scream I let out had the blonde take a slight step back in surprise. "I-uh... sorry!" I bowed quickly and clenched my jaw in embarrassment when I hear Aizawa click his tongue in annoyance. "Ahh it's no problem listener" the blonde rubbed his neck and smiled at me as I stood up straight once more. "You didn't tell me you knew Present mic!" I had now turned my attention to the tired male beside the blonde. "You never asked" was his grumbled reply.

"So" I turned to the blonde hero as he started to speak. "You're in general studies"  nodding my head slowly I turned my eyes to look to the people who were passing by. "Do you want to be in the hero course?" Nodding once more I looked down to my shoes, my eyes closing as I prepared myself for what ever he had to say. "Well" my hands clenched at my side, shoulders tensing. I soon heard a loud laugh, and a hand was to placed on my head. "Do your best!" He playfully messed up my hair when I looked up to him in shock. "Eraserhead and I will be cheering for you!" I smiled up at the male and nodded "right!" The blonde chuckled and Aizawa only sighed, he turned walking from the blonde voice hero and I.

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Written February 13, 2019

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[loveandfictionforall]

Hii~ How are you doing? I was wondering if you want to write something about Aizawa and a civilian reader? Maybe reader trying to rest? He seems so busy and tired all the time. Maybe them having some fluff moment.

If you like it, it would be kind to reblog 🥰

- Aizawa was working nearly 24/7. You were sure he would work more of he had not you and his cats. After all, he likes to cuddle with you and needs to feed the kittens.

- You ha a normal 9 to 5 job and thus were nearly always home when he came sporadically and irregular.

- The time together was cherished from you both and it would always start the same.

- Aizawa would come home, greet you with a kiss and then you two would eat. Afterwars you would cuddle on the couch while a movie played. Most of them time, the movie will finish but both of you will not remember the plot after the second halt of it.

- Aizawa and tou tend to fall asleep by then, cozy from the warmth of each other and with a full belly.

- It was nearly the only rest Aizawa gave himself because he always tried to better himself, be it with more patrols or thinking about the next lessons.

- But since you were his partner, he would need to give you affection and time - this was always his reasoning behind it while you just knew he liked how you played with his hair while he clung to you like a cat.

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[milkttea]

Hi again! Uhmm... probably getting tired of seeing my name I get ya, um! 🥺

1. How are you?

2. Have you been drinking plenty of water?

3. Aizawa and Amajiki with a s/o who distance themselves because they’re depressed and don’t want to worry them but end up breaking down?

The reason as to why is up to you! 🥺

I’m sorry I just love these two and I live for angst. I hope you don’t mind request number 3 from me. Thank you, have a good day/night, take care of yourself, and remember... I love you! 💖

Hello again!!!! Oh no I love seeing you pop up you always have really nice requests!💗 I love you too darling💖💖

1. I’m doing pretty good as of recently! Got a higher dose of my meds so I’m seeing how it affects me!

2. I am now, I officially am on doctors orders to drink more water 😭😭 blood too thick gotta drink more water type thing

3. Of course!!! Love those two so much! Remember to take care of yourself too love!!!💕💕

Warnings: depression, anxiety, reader not having a good time, mentions of medication, if you don’t feel comfortable reading please don’t! Wouldn’t want you to be upset, comfort from Aizawa and Amajiki respectfully.

Aizawa Shouta

- So it happens quite often where you distance yourself from Aizawa, not on purpose but it’s been a habit ever since your depression first started to get really serious. Add that onto Aizawa being a reserved person anyway and it didn’t really help.

- Obviously with him being your significant other, you were both close and he knew about your depression and how it could cause you to distance yourself, he never tended to take it personal. Usually it would last for a couple days where you would get quieter and he would do little things to comfort you.

- It did start to become a problem though, when you had been at a very low point mentally. You couldn’t pin point it on one specific thing, but everything just felt suffocating and started weighing down on your psych. This lead to you taking more depression naps, not eating enough, not drinking enough and this concerned Aizawa.

- Normally he wouldn’t ask you point blank what was bothering you since you remain quiet about your problems since you don’t want to bother him. So him asking wouldn’t do much. He opted to just be there for you, letting you know that if you needed anything he was there to help.

- He did take direct action when he found you breaking down in the kitchen one day with a knife next to you, he thought the worst and immediately ran to your side checking you for injuries. Nothing happened physically, you were fine but your mind just took over and you started sobbing and fell to the floor.

- He went to your side immediately and held you as you sobbed. He wanted to ask what was wrong but couldn’t because you were so out of it. It took a while for you to get back down to a level where you could speak.

- It worried him a lot and he was glad that he was there for you to help you calm down. He kept telling you how you had him and that you can always look for him when you’re not having a good time.

Tamaki Amajiki

- Now this poor boy is a walking ball of anxiety, God help him, but he is surprisingly very good at calming you down. It took a bit of time at first for him to be able to do that since he’s usually the one needing to be calmed down, but it works out.

- When you have your off days where things get a little bit more unbearable you tend to go through it alone since you don’t want to worry Tamaki but it actually worries him more.

- You tend to shut down and don’t talk as much, and when you’re the one in the relationship that talks more it’s very noticeable when something is wrong.

- At first Tamaki didn’t want to say anything in fear that you’ll get mad and it ends up in a fight, both of you don’t like fighting, but he’s just really worried.

- He notices that you’re not eating enough, not getting enough water and you haven’t taken your meds on your own. For the past week he’s had to remind you to take them and even then he’s not sure if you actually did take them.

- This all comes to a halt when he comes home from his patrolling a little later and doesn’t hear anything when he walks in to the apartment you both share.

- Normally he wouldn’t mind since it was usually pretty quiet since he didn’t particularly like loud noises, but he felt like something was off.

- He followed the usual path to your bedroom and he saw you on the floor with your hands covering your ears with a dent in the wall and ripped pieces of paper on the floor.

- “Bunny, what’s wrong?”

- “…’s too much.”

- He didn’t hear you completely, but he opted against pushing you talk too much and sat with you on the floor, cradling your head as he calmed you down enough to talk about what’s wrong.

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[lady-vixen-17]

Kindle [Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader

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Part 3

My days at UA we're slow, get up, go to school, do school work, go home, sleep, repeat. I wasn't ungrateful, there are many other people who would kill to be in my position, it's just that I wasn't in the hero course like I wanted to be. I can heal injuries, and turn into a house cat, something that many people don't normally see as heroic. When I got my quirks I thought 'I won't ever get to be the hero I dream of becoming', but I want to prove everyone wrong now. Show people what they can be a hero without a flashy quirk.

"Alright students" my eyes drifted to the pro hero that stood at the front of class, eyes closed, her hands clasped together and rested upon the podium at the front of class. "UA will be having it's annual sports festival in a few weeks, most of the students in the Hero courses won't be notified of this till a week before but I decided to remind all of you of this event." My attention was drawn to the teacher right away, if I had been in my cat form I'm 99% sure my ears would have perked up. "For many of you this may be just an event you are required to attend and participate in, for some of you" she paused her eyes glancing around the class before she smiled.

"This will be your chance to show us that you should be transferred to the Hero course." My hand shot up immediately. "Yes L/n?" The teacher asked, her eyes showing surprise at how quickly I had jumped in to talk, normally being the silent one who only answered when called upon. "When is the date of the sports festival?" At my question the hero smiled. "Three weeks" nodding my head I leaned back, my hand opening up my note book. Writing on the front page that I had left blank until this moment as I wrote 'THREE WEEKS. SPORTS FESTIVAL!'

••• Time Skip •••

The air I had in my lungs was forced from my body harshly, leaving me in a coughing fit. "Come on get up" the voice of the electric hero AfterShock echoed through the empty training grounds. "L/n" taking a deep forced breath in I pushed myself up, ignoring the fire that burned within my chest. "You have a lot more to work on then everyone else." I willed myself to take in full breath of air, the aching slowly dulling into nothing. "Your quirks aren't physical, they don't give you any advantage in a fight" my jaw clenched as the reality of my dream was once again held out in front of me. "I know."

"Then do something about it!" His first steps had my body tensing, and soon I was moving on pure instincts, my body moving to dodge, eyes looking for an opening. 'Come on....' he swung at me with his left hand and I bit back a smirk as I noticed the difference in speed and accuracy on his left side. "I lack a physical quick" I took a step back to avoid a strike from his right arm. "But I can make up for that" my feet took me into a side step and my arm was quick to lock AfterShocks arm in place. Applying pressure to his elbow. "So you noticed." My eyes moved to look at AfterShock in confusion.

"Weak side..." my eyes narrowed before they shut entirely in pain. The electric shock AfterShock sent through my body felt as through it rattled my bones to the core. "I show that for a reason." I fought through my body's instinct to let go of the cause of pain and instead applied a stronger force to the males arm. This caused him to grunt in discomfort, his left hand clenching before I heard him moving his right arm. Glancing to my left I ducked down, pulling the larger male down and forward as he swung at me.

"I'm not... giving up" the shocks of electricity stopped and I took this moment to shift my weight, flipping the male over my back before throwing him so he roughly landed on the ground. Taking a moment I forced my aching body to move, my (Dominate hand d/h) clenching tightly preparing to strike. "I'll be the hero I want to be" my jaw clenched, fist tightening as I swing my hand towards the male just getting up from the ground. My hand felt as though it wasn't shoved into warm water as I made contact with AfterShocks jaw. The light dancing around my hand stopping me from making any other movement.

"What the hell..." my eyes moved to look up at the older male. "A third quirk?" Clenching my hands I let the sparks of electricity die in my palms. "I...."

••• Time Skip •••

"What did you need AfterShock?" The unkept hair of a raven haired male stood before the the hero and UA student. "Erasure, I need some help with L/n" the hero in all black shifted into a more slouched looking position. "This isn't something I do." The yellow goggles the hero wore was moved and lifted so that they now rested on his neck. His charcoal eyes gazed lazily in my direction before he turned his attention back to the hero at my side. "You would most likely be better at teaching her things, my quirk isn't flashy" his hands were soon slid into his pockets, his body turning to leave.

"L/n wants to get transferred into the hero course" at these words the erasure hero paused mid stride, his back now turned to us. "Why?" His question confused me, although I took a step forward. "I want to be a-" he cut e off before I could continue. "I know you want to be a hero, but why?" His was back still turned to us, and I thought over his question. "It's not a hard question, what do you want? Money, fame? What?" His head was slightly turned to glance at back at AfterShock and I. "I want to prove to people that I can be the hero I dreamed of becoming, because growing up I've been told over and over again that my quirks aren't heroic... they aren't... but-but AfterShock and I have figured something out."

Pausing I watched at the hero in black tuned to face me fully now. "I have a quirk, I didn't know about, and I need help understanding it more" his eyes narrowed in disbelief and I let out a breath, my eyes closing as my head tilted down to the ground. "I know.... three quirks?" My ears picked up slight movement from the erasure hero and I clenched my hand, preparing for the rejection my mind told me I'd get from the tired looking hero.

"If I help, you better do your absolute best, because it's illogical to try and become a hero if you aren't going going to go plus ultra" his smirk caused a shutter to run down my spine, my teeth clenching in excitement, slight fear deep down, which I shook of quickly.

Word count 1203

Posted February 5, 2018

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Kindle [Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader]

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Part 2

Y/n hummed quietly to herself as she observed class 1A demonstrate their quirks. One after another they all showed off what they could do. "Kaminari" the blonde stopped what he was doing and turned his attention to the female hero who had called his name. "Yes L/n-Sensei?" CopyCat held out her hand and grabbed the blondes, this caused him to stumble over his words, Y/n however ignored his words and pulled him to the front of the class. "Todoroki" the mentioned boy turned to the female, she motioned for him to follow her also before she turned to the rest of the class.

"Alright" she let go of the blondes hand and clasped her hands together. "Who here knows how my quirk works?" Almost as soon as she finished that sentence the green haired boy raised his hand. "You can copy another's quirk simply by touching someone" she hummed to herself and smiled. "That's the general explanation of my quirk" she turned to Kaminari and moved him to be in front of her. "It has to be skin contact" she lifted her hand and watched as the yellow waves of electricity danced around her palm and up part of her arm. "I can't touch someone's clothing and gain their quirk"

She moved to stand behind red and white haired hero to be. Her hands coming to rest upon his shoulders. She lifted both hands and the class watched as they were only painted in the light of the electricity running throughout and around her hands. "My only limitations are my physical capabilities, and what types of quirks I can use." Her eyes scanned over the class. "Mutant quirks are ones I can almost never use, transformation quirks, difficult but not impossible, since I myself have a transformation quirk it's not as hard. The easiest for my to use are Emitter quirks, some are difficult to use, but overall emitters are the only type of quirks I'll always be able to borrow."

She moved to stand next to Endeavors son and held her hand out to him, he looked at her hand in question before he placed his hand in hers. "I can only use one persons quirk at a time" she lifted her hands once more and the class watched in amazement as ice formed along her right hand, while flames danced around her left hand. "Although I have this little thing with my quirk, I can do what some people like to call stock piling" she looked back to Kaminari and killed the ice and fire within her palms before letting electricity dance around in her hands. CopyCat smiled as she clasped her hands together behind her back "Would any of you with emitter quirks like help, I can help as best I can"

The students with emitter quirks instantly started to get her attention. Although their energetic ways died down almost as quickly as it had started. Confused the hero tilted her head. Although as soon as she felt a hand fall roughly onto her shoulder she understood. She smiled as she looked back to the students who seemed to shiver in mild fear. "Careful... she bites" as if to add to the words Aizawa had just said CopyCat opened her mouth before snapping her jaw up.

She watched as a few students widened their eyes at the display the female had given them. "Aizawa-Senpai, thank you for reminding me, do you mind?" The raven haired male grunted quietly in reply and the class watched in confusion as the female grabbed Aizawa's arm, lifting his arm till the flesh along his palm was close to her mouth. "If you dislike blood, I suggest you look the other way for a moment." She smirked as she opened her mouth, her eyes scanning over the faces of bewildered students.

"H-her teeth!?" CopyCat hummed before she bit down one the raven haired teachers hand, drawing blood easily. "Is she a vampire or something?" The female hero laughed quietly to herself before she stuck her tongue out as licked the blood that had started to roll down the teachers hand. She placed her hand over the wound she inflicted on Aizawa before she turned her attention to the rest of the class. "With my quirk, the longer I have skin to skin contact with someone the longer I can use their quirk." She looked back down to the teachers hand and noted that the wound no longer was there and she let go of the tired mans hand and continued to speak.

"Something many other hero's have joked about is putting someone on my costume that says 'caution, will bite' simply because I contact with someone isn't always available." She looked over the confused faces of the young hero's to be and smiled in a reassuring way. "Someone's blood, it's part of the person, and I can used blood as a substitute to constant contact with someone." The female hero smiled as the saw the green haired problem child nodding his head to her words, completely in a trance by her talk of her quirk. "Because of this I'm often on call for things that call for a specific quirk."

"Need more water manipulating quirks but there are no more to call? CopyCat is there" she turned to the tired male behind her, only to note that he had once again fallen asleep. "Need someone to erase a quirk but Aizawa-Senpai is sleeping, don't worry CopyCat can help." To get her point across she activated the erasure hero's quirk and hummed quietly to herself with a playful smile. "People are injured? She can help! Here to save the day is CopyCat the multipurpose hero!" She lifted her hands up and pretended to play the drums in the air.

The sound of the bell going to signal lunch had the female frowning to herself. "I didn't realize how quickly this class would pass. I'll try to come back to help you all individually, and if your teacher is up to it we can spar, then maybe I can go against all of you one on one." This received many words of excitement, although CopyCat hushed the students right away. "You're All dismissed." The students were quick to run off, excited to get their lunches.

CopyCat kept her attitude up until the last student was out of sight. Once they were she had turned to the raven haired yellow caterpillar on the ground behind her. "That was so exhausting..." she flopped herself down onto the ground with a long exaggerated sigh, her head finding a place on the sleeping bag cocoon Aizawa had placed himself in. "I told you" the sudden words hadn't startled the girl, she only huffed in reply before she turned to look at Aizawa's tired expression. "Shōta" the male hummed and turned his eyes to look at the girl using his body and sleeping bag as a pillow. "Let's go eat" after receiving no reply from the teacher CopyCat huffed. "You aren't sleeping all lunch"

"Why not?" Was Aizawa's simple reply, through the simple words L/n could see the start of a teasing smirk tugging at the tired mans lips. "Because" a grumble came from the caterpillar man before he rolled onto his stomach, letting the females head fall to the ground. "I'm tired." Huffing the girl sat up. Her eyes on the yellow caterpillar before she stood. "I'm tired too, now come on we are eating"

Following her words the female and bent to pick up Aizawa's feet, proceeding to drag the male to the staff lounge.

Word count 1276

Written January 31, 2019

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Kindle [Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader]

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Part 1

"Take your seats and settle down." the rowdy heroics 1A course students quickly shuffled to their designated seats at the unexpected early arrival of their home room teacher. Their postures tense with eagerness for the lessons to come. "Today will be a special lesson" the raven haired teacher looked as uninterested as ever, his eyes scanning over his students. "With another pro." Chatter arose, excitement filling the room. The erasure hero huffed quietly to himself. "Quiet down" he took a stack of papers and handed them to the first person of each row.

"She will be in later today, sometime after lunch" the erasure hero himself held a paper in his hands, looking over the last minute scheduling the hero coming in wanted them to know, and what she expected of them. "Listed on the papers I've handed out is a list of everything she expects of you and what you should know." He sighed quietly at the muttering that seemed to grow by the second. "Excuse me!" Iida and stood up abruptly, his arm straight in the air. "Yes?" Iida stiffened his posture and straightened himself out. "Who is this hero?"

"CopyCat"

The class was made aware of the presence behind their teacher when his posture stiffened. "That wanna be Hero?" A females voice drifted through the class, her voice had the students standing, their eyes holding fear, although for most it was masked by a layer of determination. "My my, such a willing class of first years you have here Erasure... try anything and he dies." The female slyly peaked over the shoulder of the raven haired teacher, in her right hand was a blade, held to his throat.

"Aizawa-sensei!" An amused laugh left the girls mouth and she hummed. "So willing to help" the lower portion of her face was covered by a black mask, highlighted tints of blue. Her eyes seemed to sharpen as she looked over the students. "Your willingness will get you or someone else killed" she shifted her right hand catching the light from the ceiling. "Do you know my quirk?" Her question was left unanswered, she moved her right hand once more, allowing her arm to drape around the erasure hero's shoulder. "Have you assessed the situation?"

Using the hand she hand just moved she pointed the tip of the blade the erasure hero's chest. The classes eyes shifted and the tensed at the sight of a smaller blade being pressed into the area the raven haired males heart was. She hummed in an almost disappointed way. "Clearly not." She let the erasure hero go and moved to stand next to hims silently. "Eh?!" She laughed quietly at the reaction to the class, her hands dropping the knives onto the podium with a soft clunk. "I apologize, this was one of the few ways I thought I could get an accurate assessment on you lot." One hand went to rest upon her hip, the other lifting to pull the mask down to hang around her neck.

"Ah!" The green haired problem child smiled excitedly towards the girl at the from front of the class. "It's the copy hero! CopyCat" she smiled sweetly towards the boy before she turned her attention to the tired teacher beside her. "You said you were coming in later" she smiled sheepishly to the teacher "apologies Senpai" the noise the students had suddenly erupted into at the word senpai had the female heroin turning to the class in confusion. "You just called Aizawa-Sensei, Senpai, did you two go to school together?!" The pink girl was back to standing up, her arms pulled tightly to her chest. A twinkle lighting her eyes with excitement.

The moment next to the female hero went unnoticed by everyone but her, and momentarily turned her attention to the raven haired male, who had pulled a yellow sleeping bag out of nowhere and was now on the floor, half leaning and half sitting against the wall. "Ahh" she turned back to the class and smiled, her eyes scanning the class once more. "No I wasn't in school with Aizawa-Senpai" her hands moved to the mask around her neck and removed it. "Miss CopyCat!" The green haired boys hand was in the air, his body barely sitting in his seat. "Yes?" CopyCat tilted her head, her hands moving to pull her hair back into a high ponytail. "What happened to your hero costume?"

She dropped her hands and her eyes drifted to the costume of all black she was currently wearing. "I wore this specifically for the situation I wanted to put you all through. Don't worry though" she smiled to the green haired boy once more. "I still have my signature costume, I can wear it in next time I come in" she lifted her hand to her mouth. Pointer finger being placed to her lips in a shushing manner as she smiled. "Today I mostly planned to talk" she smiled in a sheepish manner however as she continued speaking. "I didn't take into account however how long it would take for me to actually get my point across for everything. So" she clasped her hands together and smiled.

"I'll be able to help most of you close to the end of class, some of you how ever I won't be able to help, and I apologize for that. You can however take my speech to heart. Or whatever you would like to think of it." Her eyes shifted to survey what the students facial features said about what they were currently thinking about what she had said. "My name is L/n Y/n, I'm 25 years old, I worked as a sidekick up till I was 23 years old. I graduated from UA, class 3A." Her eyes scanned the class, her eyes falling to the antsy green haired boy, a worn out book on his desk, pencil in hand. "When I was accepted into UA I wasn't in the hero course." Her words gained a few mumbles, but the class otherwise remained silent.

"I was in General Studies, I wasn't even in the hero course." This sentence cause an uproar of questions. CopyCat only hummed quietly, her hand waving the students off. "I showed the teachers I had what it took to be in the hero course, I worked hard, and that hard work paid off." She leaned forwards on the podium and took the time to read each students facial expression. "It's something that works both ways. If you don't prove to the teachers that you deserve that spot you can be removed and relocated to another class, while another student who worked harder than you takes your place."

CopyCat looked to the teacher beside her, napping on the floor like it was the most comfortable place on the planet. "It's a harsh reality" she turned back to the class. "But your places in this classroom aren't set in stone, and it's not just class 1B you have to worry about, there are some people from General Studies, maybe even the support class who want to be in your position. Don't mess around and don't act all cocky, or you might just be knocked down a level" the smile she sent that class had most shuddering in their seats. The similarities with the smirk she sent the class had them on edge.

"So. I'd like to see your quirks, and use some of them"

Word count 1246

Written January 27, 2019

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