#Nem and Oboro get together

[madamenyxillustrations]

My Hero Academia. Midnight/Kayama Nemuri, college AU. Because I stumbled across: https://youtu.be/aBFWTvKHKng and got inspired.

AU idea: Nemuri is getting a degree in art and design. She finances all of that (and her fancy apartment that she shares with Hizashi, who sorta just pay for utilites while she handles the rent) with her little side hustles (e.g. OnlyFans). Meanwhile, Hizashi is running his own podcast for fun and is getting a degree in media and interns at a local radio station. I imagine him dramatically crying because she’d be able to buy expensive shit and then begs her to help him sell his feet pics so he can get some stuff for his podcast. He chickens out and consoles himself with an expensive coffee which ends up being made by a VERY cute grumpy guy and---

#One of these days I'll find the energy to draw something properly #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #au #midnight #kayama #nemuri #what sort of degrees would Shouta and Oboro get though? #hmn #Shouta could do teaching #or maybe criminology? #anyway #Nem and Oboro get together #and so do Zashi and Sho

[weirdfishy]

hc that during the majority of nights the rooftop gang goes drinking (most fridays tbh) zashi and shou get sloshed and end up making out— nem and oboro just think they’re together (and their distance during school and shit is just bc they’re At School & Professional Obv) but really they’re still pining and both completely forget the make out sessions the next morning

#bonus if the two of them are getting sloshed to be courageous and Finally Tell Him Damnit #nem and oboro have heard both of them confess their undying love over and over again #they have a weekly bet on who will confess first #fishy’s bubbles #bnha #rooftop gang #obv this all accumulates until someone else joins them and reminds them of it happening in the break room the next day and jokey #cue nem and oboro dying of laughter bc They Didn’t Fucking Remember & Are Still Fucking Pining????? Bitch What???? #the poor sod who blew this precarious game of ignorance and assumptions is sooo confused #nem rlly thought it was some kind of foreplay for these fuckers but they’re Just Stupid #The get together after that and definitely don’t drink as much during their outings #why get drunk when you can just hold your boyfriend’s hand and snog him senseless AND remember it #erasermic #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi

[dark-elf-writes]

There’s a rage in Aizawa. He doesn’t like the fact he’d been blind for so long. That he put pieces together but didn’t get the full picture. He’d stepped in sure, made his classroom a safe space but he hadn’t noticed.

Bakugou, struggling in his bonds, is still angry. It’s not fucking fair. He’d thought, hoped, believed that Deku would realize they should be bonded again. That the red flames in Katsuki’s soul need a Sky. He’s the best. He should be bonded. Not half and half.

He tries to say this but Shouta is done. He should have been done at the assessment test but no, he’d been so damn blind for so long. He’d been busy worrying about the strange relationship of Tsuna, then about flames and watching Izuku form a similar relationship as the other group with others he’d been so stupid.

(Shouta is a Sky. No one knows this not even him. Skies don’t have Quirks. But a bored man who knew of Flames and of Quirks decided to change that. When he realized the stupid Sky took not a copy but the whole Quirk, he’d been angry. He’d sent to get the boy back. He got the boy’s Sun instead, a boy with clouds for hair.

The female Mist and the male Lightning were the only bonds Shouta had for a long time, even as Nezu’s rain prowled around him. It took Snipe’s Cloud to break through. Tensei’s Storm, always on the edge, slammed through to once the break occurred. After the man admitted to what his parents did to him and Tenya, they could finally bond.

No one knows. And Shouta cannot forgive someone who wants to take a spot he lost. Not when he fought so hard against Joke who unknowingly wanted to replace Oboro. He couldn’t let it happen.)

Oh I am feral for this.

Shouta who doesn’t understand the looks Sawada and Reborn sometimes give him. Curious, sad, full is so many questions and none of the answers he wants. Getting a straight answer out of either of them is impossible (Reborn on purpose and Sawada because he truthfully doesn’t fully understand the look himself as his intuition keeps nudging him to notice but never bothers to tell him what he’s supposed to be noticing) so he waits and listens to what they don’t say.

Sawada tipping his head to the side as he hums. “Most skies don’t have quirks. Something about how we’re made and the harmony factor is thought to be almost completely incompatible with them.”

Reborn’s lips ticking down in the shadow of his hat at Nem’s question. “It depends. Some Skies never recover from the loss of an element and lash out at anyone that tries to take their flame’s place. Others try to fill any vacancies as soon as possible.”

Squalo’s scowl and pacing as he prowls around Reborn’s classroom. How he got into the building without anyone other than presumably Nezu noticing was a mystery. “Little Boss we found more information about the bastard behind everything. They say he takes and gives quirks how the fuck is that even possible?”

The pieces he has been given nudge at him. Nudge at him more while he watches Bakugou rage against the consequences of his own actions and wonders at his own anger at Bakugou trying to force his way into Midoriya’s sky. Wonders why that bothers him nearly as much as not noticing the bullying happening right under his nose.

He does notice, later, when Midoriya and Sawada close ranks in front of him, glaring at Joke who once again tried to claim him as her own. He sees the same rage he felt at Bakugou’s repeated attempts towards Midoriya reflected back in his students even as he drags them back. He files that away to think about later. Files away Reborn’s narrowed eyed look that doesn’t leave Joke until they are back on the bus on the way back to UA as well.

#the elf talks #reborn #mha #bnha #katekyo hitman reborn #rehab class au

[lovebandit42069]

Did another ask meme, this time it was this one by PrismaticUniverses!

Same as previous ask memes, putting the responses under a cut to keep from destroying everyone's dashboards but if you read all of it I love you forever and ever okay

Ship featured is:

Crash's Toyhouse is here for anyone interested! I also have a little ship explanation page set up for everyone here!

Proship and Minors please do not interact

❤️ How did they meet? Was it love at first sight, immediate enemies, or something in between?

Crash meets all three during their time in high school!!

Crash was in the same grade/classes as Hizashi and Shouta (and Oboro) and meets Nemuri through them while hanging out on the rooftop

It was definitely love at first sight for everyone even if it took them awhile to actually address the feelings 🤭

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🧡 How do they become friends? do they ask up front or is it a gradual realization?

Hizashi was hanging out with Oboro and Shouta out in front of UA before the first class of the day and noticed Crash nervously standing nearby trying to gather the courage to actually walk into the building on its first official day at UA and set his sights on befriending it. 

Crash was listening to some music to try and calm its nerves and Hizashi used that as a launching point asking what it was listening to and bonding with it over mutual taste in music. After a minute or two of discussion he asks Crash if it wants to meet his friends and the rest is history 😌

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💛 What are their favorite activities to do together? or what do they usually do when they spend time together?

Shouta and Crash like to just kinda do quiet activities together/parallel play as they do their own separate things. They especially love to take naps together!

Hizashi and Crash like to listen to music, dance and just otherwise jam together. 

Nemuri and Crash enjoy doing anything that allows them to be close to each other physically (cuddling while watching movies for example)

But also since she’s the modern art history teacher for UA I like to think they go on art gallery/museum dates a lot too. Crash loves to listen to her go on about the art pieces and Nem likes listening to Crash infodump about things like science/quirk science and retrofuturism

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💚 Do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?

All four realize they have crushes on each other pretty quickly but Crash, Shouta and Hizashi are STAUNCHLY in denial about it at first like whatttt?? Me?? Crushing on my best friends???? Yeah right hahaha!!!! *nervous sweating*

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🩵 Do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

Nemuri definitely gets a bit more flirty with Crash, Shouta and Hizashi specifically when she realizes for sure

Crash and Hizashi are a little more openly flustered around the others at times (Crash more than Hizashi, I feel like he’d be better at keeping his cool even if only marginally so heehee) but Shouta I doubt would really act any differently outwardly

They’re close friends with a lot of responsibilities though so it wouldn't be frequent enough to disrupt anyone’s lives, just sprinkled in here and there tastefully <3

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💙 Do they pine and yearn for each other quietly, or can they not stop talking about the other to their friends/family?

Shouta pines quietly for the most part but I think it’d be cute if he slipped up every now and then and accidentally said or did something that showed his pining 😌. Glancing at one of them a little too long, putting his hand on their shoulder/other forms of lingering touches, more subtle things like that

Hizashi would pine very loudly but wouldn’t realize just how obvious he was being about his crush unless someone said something about it. Just constant yapping about how great/cool/handsome/pretty/whatever he thinks the other three are that he thinks comes off as purely platonic but very much does not to anyone that’s actually paying attention lmao

Crash would be incredibly similar to Hizashi though it realizes a bit more quickly that its compliments are coming off as a bit more than just platonic and gets flustered/starts to deflect any way it can

Nemuri is definitely the most straightforward about her feelings for the other three, openly flirting with them (which they misinterpret as just something she does with everyone), talking dreamily about them to mutual friends/coworkers, etc

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💜 How do they confess? Is it a grand gesture or in a more mundane moment?

I guess it’d be classified as being a more mundane moment?? Nemuri gathers everyone on what they assumed would just be a regular friend hangout and just drops the “We’re all crushing on each other, what are we going to do about it” bombshell onto the other three prompting a bit of fake confusion that melts into them being honest with each other about having developed feelings leading into them forming a polycule <3

#🐱 haggard looking man 🐱 #🎤 loud mouth 🎤 #💋 midnight the stars and you 💋 #🐎 Y2K Okay 🐎

[quirkless-accident]

Danny knew exactly what's going on almost as soon as Aizawa became reluctant friends with a certain loud blond. The question is how long would it take for them to bite the bullet and accept that their together?

Or Danny, Oboro, Nemuri and Tensei makes bets on how long until they become official and how they confess

happy pride and happy gay pirate season 2 renewal I will be on my bullshit when it comes out, this is your only warning (also its weird having gay pirate and danny phantom brainrot at the same time. it's not a crossover i thought id be making but, well, here we are i guess) --------------

Danny has been friends with Shouta since they were in diapers.

Their moms were friends. They were there for each other's first words. For each other's first steps. Danny was there when Shouta got his quirk, and Shouta held Danny when he was diagnosed quirkless. And then he was there again, holding Danny after the accident. They've known each other for so long, reading each other is like reading an old, worn book that they've gone through a million times before.

It's why Danny can see it before anybody else.

When Hizashi sidles up to Shouta their first day at U.A. He's bright and loud and has such an obnoxious, infectious joyful attitude that it's hard not to play along.

And man, Shouta falls for it hard.

But he's never had a crush. Not any one that mattered, anyway. Not like Danny's had, with Sam briefly, and then Valerie for a few months before she broke it off. Shouta has never been one to love easily. Hell, he and Danny have been best friends their entire lives and Danny has to pull teeth on the best of days to get Shouta to open up to him about anything.

But this? This is different. Shouta has a crush on this loud blonde. And it's beautiful to watch as he opens up a little more, laughs a little easier, smiles a little brighter. The slow transformation his best friend is going through is one-in-a-million.

And very easily profitable, because nobody knows Shouta like Danny does.

"No, it's totally obvious," Nemuri tells him with an upturned nose. Danny, her, Oboro, and Tensei are walking down the sidewalk, arm in arm as they sip at their bubble tea and gossip about the two that are missing from their current group. "They'll end up together before the end of the year."

"I agree with Nem on this one," Tensei says. "They've been looking at each other with heart eyes since the very beginning. I even heard them talking about getting the same hero to intern under."

"Sho's got it bad," Danny says. "But he's also incredibly emotionally stunted. My guess is it won't happen until either the end of our second year or the beginning of the third. No sooner, no later."

"I think it'll be after we graduate," Oboro says. "Shouta is emotionally stunted, but Hizashi is a big fucking idiot. He's not going to realize Shouta has a huge crush on him until it's almost too late."

"You're not giving their true love enough credit!" Nemuri whines.

"I think I'm giving them just enough credit," Danny says dryly as he takes a sip of his drink. "Anyway, I bet like, thirteen thousand yen."

"My bet is twenty thousand," Oboro says without missing a beat.

"Fifty thousand!" Nemuri calls out confidently with a swish of her hair.

"I think I'll match Danny and go thirteen," Tensei says, narrowly avoiding one of Nemuri's wildly gesturing hands.

"I cannot wait to profit off of you all," Danny says cheekily.

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He ends up winning, but only because he convinces Hizashi to buck up and confess his feelings. They never agreed to not interfere in their own ways, and as the guy who's known Shouta his whole life, Hizashi was more than willing to take his words to heart.

And he almost completely forgets about the bet. It was over a year ago, after all, and so much has happened since then. But when Shouta walks in to his bedroom, bright red and nearly panicking, he can't help but grin.

Shouta has been messed up ever since the incident at his work study. For months now, he's been down right depressed, with no end in sight. And he's gotten better, in his own Shouta way. He can't sleep at night so he cat naps throughout the day, and he's started opening up to them more. And, well, now that he and Hizashi are a thing, it looks like that progress will get sped up a little bit.

Danny takes the earnings he wins from Nemuri and Tensei and he treats Shouta to a night on the town in celebration. There's laughing, and nervous panicking, and a lot of doubt, but Danny assures him that Hizashi wants this just as much as Shouta does. He would know. Hizashi only went on about it the other day hours into the night and into the early morning. Not that Danny was sleeping much anyway, what with his nightly escapades into the Zone, but if he had been sleeping, he wouldn't really have appreciated the four paragraphs about Shouta's eyes alone.

He saves what money he didn't spend taking Shouta out, and ads in another twenty thousand yen from their fallen, and holds onto it. For nearly four years, it sits in a little box, slowly accumulating more loose bills over time because he knows it's gonna take a little more than seventy thousand yen to throw a party like this.

He helps Hizashi ring shop for Shouta, and he takes Shouta out on one of the best nights of his life the night before he gets hitched. The money is used to pay for their wedding gift, while the rest is paid out of pocket by Danny, Nemuri, and Tensei.

It's only after that Danny presents the both of them with the gift, as well as the origin of the money. After the ceremony, after the reception, and after all of their drunk hero friends hobble off to go save someone from a purse snatcher.

"I thought if he couldn't be here with us, he could be here," Danny points to the canvas he gives them, trying not to smile at the way they gasp and tear up.

It's a painting of all of them. Shouta and Hizashi in their suits while they make out at the alter. Danny behind Shouta, and Nemuri and Tensei behind Hizashi. But right behind Danny is a painting of Oboro, with his shit-eating grin as he leans over Danny's shoulder. The artist aged him up to match the rest of them. Because even after all these years, he's never truly left them. Not in the way that matters the most, anyway.

Hizashi and Shouta don't say anything. Instead, they gently set the painting to the side, and they hug Danny like he's a lifeline. All of them are crying, and holding onto each other as tightly as they can, even if it hurts just a little bit.

"Thank you," Shouta says in his ear, gripping the back of Danny's jacket a little tighter.

"Only the best for my bro," Danny says. A promise he's told Shouta their entire lives.

"Yeah," Shouta says with a wet chuckle. "Only the best."

#shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #eraserhead #present mic #danny fenton #danny phantom #ingenium #tensei iida #midnight #nemuri kayama #shirakumo oboro #loud cloud #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[scream-mans-friend]

I cant write fanfic rn bc no time but I really really want to rn

#im thinking about the dadmic fic. im sprinkling in some past cloudnight for just after HS for them. nem is ace/aro but sex and romo posi #but nem didnt want to hold oboro back and so they broke up on good terms and were fuckbuds for a bit until erasercloud happened #bc oboro is very romantic and he was struggling with their level of romantic stuff not growing ya know? it wasnt the right fit for them #but theyre very good friends. nem was the one who made oboro realize how much he likes mic and eraser #a little after erasercloud gets together micnight become fuckbuds and this will also appear in the fic soon ehehe

[officalaizawa003]

First kiss (ft. Young erasermic/oboro still alive au) Warning: ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! Inspired by a comic made by I<3IBLITZ

"'Being in love with shouta is so tough, Oboro! I dont know what to do! I mean I thought he was in love with you but then you said you were straight and now is my chance but-" My rambling was cut short by Oboro placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey man! Dont worry. You know you dont HAVE to go tell him now. Maybe when he's...ya know...in his school uniform. Nemuri was just teasing you. I know better then anyone that Nemuri isnt going to say anything to him. Dont sweat it okay. Maybe another day. C'mon, Nem's probably waiting for us on the roof."

He was right...I knew he was...I smiled at him. Then I brought my attention back to the window. Aizawa was outside training again. Even though it was lunchtime and he shouldve be up on the rooftop with us. I took Oboro's hand off my shoulder and ran out onto the field. When I got to Aizawa, I grabbed him by his hands.

Aizawa: Hizashi, before you ask, No, I am not going to the roof to the eat with you guys, yes Ive already eaten, and-

Me: No...thats not what I was asking! I came to tell you something that..Ive felt for a long time.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at Me.

Me: I..Im in love with you..Shouta.

Aizawa starred into his eyes before pulling his hands away: Oh yeah? Prove it.

Aizawa picked back up his scarf before I turned him back around again. I smiled nervously as I lifted up his chin and gently led his lips to mine. We kissed. As his lips pressed up against mine, I could feel my heart about to come out of my chest. He seemed to relax as he placed his hands on my wrists softly. I got nervous at this. I thought he was trying to tell me to stop. So I opened my eyes and softly departed our lips. He looked at me and I looked at him. He pushed me away and whispered, " You idiot..". I felt my heart drop. I shouldve known...I turned around and starting running to get inside again, trying not to cry.

Suddenly I feel something on my elbows. I start getting pulled backwards and Im being wrapped up in something up to my chest. Soon enough, Im face to face with shouta again. Shouta's checks are bright pink and he looks calm.

I tried to keep it together, " Im sorry for kissing you...I hope this doesnt ruin our friendship..

Aizawa looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Oh, it did. In fact, it destroyed it.~"

I think thats when I finally couldnt hold it together. Tears were starting to form in my eyes quickly. I tried to struggle out of Aizawa's scarf before I started crying but he had a tight grip on me. A tear or two escaped my eyes

"I dont want anything to do with our friendship anymore. I think...I think I might be in love with you."

"...W-what? But arent you mad?"

"Yeah, Im mad..." we were so close at that point that are lips almost brushed together, " Im mad that you stopped kissing me." This time, he kissed me.

He kissed me much harder then I did to him. But its okay, because god, I enjoyed it. As I closed my eyes, I could feel his scarf slowly coming off of my body and dropping to the floor. Aizawa led my hands to his waist and left them there for me to hold. Soon enough, we were slowly making out.

The world around us didnt matter...until the bell rang. I heard a teacher yell at us and we opened our eyes. Turns out, Midnight screwed up and accidently screamed, 'OMG THERE KISSING' while she was watching them from the window. One by one, people came out and took pictures and awed and booed and made fun of them. Finally the teachers caught on and were NOT happy. We both got afterschool detention. And the whole time we just eyed each other's lips. We both had fallen madly in love with each other that day. The moment we walked out of UA that day, we kissed again.

All we wanted was each other. And thats how I knew your dad was the one, Eri. Oh dont worry. You'll meet someone when your older. What? No if you date that Kota kid I will murder him-"

THE END!

Also here is the comic I got the inspo for this from!

@sara576sf

#bnha eri #aizawa shouta #erasermic #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #bhna #mha #anime #boku no hero academia #midnight mha #young nemuri #young present mic #young oboro #young aizawa #UA #ua students #ua academy #love

[incineraryperiphery]

can u give more vigilante rooftop squad hcs 🥺🥺🥺🥺

absolutely.

They all live in a shitty little apartment that is definitely not big enough for all of them, but they make it work! It’s up on the seventh floor and none of their windows have curtains, but their bedroom’s got several sheets duct taped to the wall to block out the light so it’s always dark as hell in there. Tenko’s technically got the only other bedroom, and it’s painted up to look like an old forest, but he usually ends up in the middle of the crew because of reoccurring nightmares.

Mentioned this in the tags somewhere, but Nemuri works nights at a call center. She hates it but the boys keep her relatively updated and entertained throughout her shift. She also screenshots a lot of Shouta’s snapchats (for blackmail purposes).

Hizashi’s got a side hustle as an English tutor but he does some pretty damn good graffiti when he isn’t busy being Respectable. Dude goes through so many gloves and has a reputation among the heroes for being slippery as fuck (but also mostly harmless). His quirk’s uh, pretty recognizable, so he takes extreme care to not use it outside their apartment.

Shouta ends up babysitting most of the time, but he’s also the most lenient of the four and Tenko absolutely knows how to weasel into getting his way despite the sheer reluctance of interacting at first. He’s also the most protective and is 100% down to fight little kids whenever he wants to go to the park and play or just walk around. Nem’s definitely got pictures of them napping together, too.

Oboro is the token cis 😔 /j. In all honesty, he’s the one with the most parental instincts out of all of them despite the fact that Nem has the braincell 90% of the time. Shouta and Tenko conspired to get the rest of them #1 dad shirts (Nem doesn’t like to be called mom at all, even if she finds the idea of being a milf hilarious) and Oboro definitely cried the most over it. 

bonus: they don’t actually do a lot of vigilante shenanigans together, because they run on different schedules, but get all four of them together in a fight? prepare for no one to escape unharmed.

#bnha #ask games #aloys writes #rooftop vigilantes au #i love this poly qpr to the death and i will die on this hill

[jutsuuu]

what about cloudnight for 001? have a nice day!

Ahh hell yeah cloudnight!!! ty you have a good day too!☺️

when I started shipping it if I did: when I read their chapters in Vigilantes

my thoughts: they are so sweet. There’s just something that gets me about the whole concept of first love, lost love that makes my heart hurt for them. Also simpakumo is just hilarious

What makes me happy about them: Oboro gives off the energy of a dude who is the biggest fan of his wife, and they could have so easily been That Couple. For the characters where one got naked in class and the other fought villains in a trench coat there is something so soft and innocent about their affection. Under the raunchy jokes and teenage dumbassery there’s an underlying feeling that they could be any new couple you could find anywhere, just being smitten

What makes me sad about them: the fact that Midnight never had a chance to get closure of her own about what happened to Shirakumo. I think all the rooftop squad has their own little portion of misplaced guilt and she could just as easily feel responsible for what happened because she found him and Aizawa an internship, she told them to handle evacuations that got them caught up in the attack. And she wasn’t there for the Kurogiri interrogation. She died without knowing anything more than what she knew the day he died and that kills me

things done in fanfic that annoys me: I don’t read a lot of fanfic and the cloudnight stuff I’ve read has all been lovely

things I look for in fanfic: softness! that’s it really

Who l'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Oof that ship has sailed but erasercloud / cloudmic for Oboro or midjoke / micnight for Nem

My happily ever after for them: that would be some AU where everything turns out fine Shirakumo regains control and Midnight is around to see it but otherwise if he regains some control and eventually dies at least they’d technically be together 🥲🥲

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Shirakumo is bigger so usually him but Kayama never misses an opportunity to make him feel all safe and secure. Only thing is if he wakes up first he’ll just act like she’s a backpack and walk around with her on his back until she wakes up properly

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: shenanigans. they seek out Mic to go annoy Aizawa about whatever they can think of. Otherwise their favourite couple activity is doting on Sushi. Those two will walk around with Sushi on his own little cloud being like ‘yes hello this is our son isn’t he handsome?’

#ahh ty it’s been so long since I felt so sad about cloudnight :’) #ask game

[nasaty]

Forget me not

Aizawa-Sensei x Y/n-Sensei fic

TW: (eventually) violence, discussion of past death, just some bad feelings all around.

Part 9/??

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“She’s got a decently bad concussion. She should start feeling more normal soon but then the pain is going to hit her. I’m going to have recovery girl come in and help her a bit, but you still need to keep her awake for a while. She can sleep in small segments but don’t let her sleep for more than two hours at a time for the next twelve hours.” The doctor gave Shouta a sheet of paper with instructions and a prescription for pain killers. They discharged you after that.

Shouta had called Nemuri to have her come pick you both up and take you back to the dorms.

“Oh honey…you got fucked right up.” Nemuri said as she opened the back of her van.

You heard Shouta talk to Nemuri and explain the situation. He leaned down towards you.

“Is it okay if you stay with me tonight so I can keep an eye on you?” He asked

“…oh…we can have a sleepover.” You said, still a bit dazed.

“Hah…yes we can have a sleepover. Nemuri is going to take us back now.”

“Thank you, Nem.” You gazed at her, and she ruffled your hair softly. Aizawa lifted you up into the seat of her car and sat on the other side. You laid on his shoulder and he whispered to you sweetly, not that you could tell what he was saying.

You took a short nap on the way back to UA and when Nemuri parked you woke up, feeling a lot more clear but you had a splitting headache.

“Oh wow this sucks.” You stated. As you got out of the van, hand in Shoutas hand for support.

“Hah…yeah it does. Do you want to take some medicine to help?”

“Yes please”

Shouta mouthed a sincere ‘thank you’ at Nemuri and she mouthed, ‘you owe me’ back.

As he was unlocking the door to his room, Midoriya appeared in the hallway.

“Aizawa-sensei? Y/n-Sensei?”

“Go to sleep, problem child.” Spat Aizawa.

“Oh don’t be so mean to Midoriya.” You defended.

“What’s going on?” Midoriya rubbed his eyes.

“Y/n-Sensei has a concussion. We ran into a villain tonight.”

“Are you and Y/n-Sensei dating?!” You both forgot you were wearing dress clothes rather than your usual casual or hero costumes you wore to school.

Aizawa sighed, “Go to sleep, Midoriya.” He ordered and you giggled.

He let you into his room and lead you to the couch, made you some tea and gave you a couple pain pills.

“Thank you for taking care of me Shouta.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He said.

“Yes you did. You saved me and you took me to the hospital and you’re taking care of me.”

He hummed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have been more help.”

“You saved that boys life.” He stated.

“The student?”

“Yes. He was from Shiketsu. If you hadn’t been near him when that villain hit you both, that blow would’ve broke his neck.”

“Oh….”

“You’re not really confident in yourself as a hero are you.”

“Yeah….not really.”

“You should be. I mean you beat me sparring, it’s not like you can be that bad.” He smirked.

“Yeah but I can’t do anything when it counts. Just in practice.”

“Your intuition kept that kid alive. I wouldn’t say thats nothing.”

“I just happened to be there though, it’s not like I helped.” You looked Shouta in the eyes and saw tears welling up in his eyes. “Shouta??”

“I would’ve done anything to have someone like you with me and Oboro. Maybe he’d still be alive. That isn’t nothing.”

You vaguely remember the news story about Oboro Shirakumo when you were in late middle school, the year before you started at UA. Your parents brought him up to try and get you to not attend, and you thought that was disrespectful.

“You we’re with Oboro?” You asked.

“Oboro was my best friend. Me and Hizashi’s.”

“Oh….wow….” Your eyes traced the ground frantically thinking of what to say.

“You saved more than that boy tonight, believe me. A whole community of people have their friend tonight. Their colleague, their family member. That’s because of you…. Please understand that.”

Tears streamed down your face and Shouta grabbed a tissue to dab your cheeks. He kissed you above both of eyes, and you fell asleep in his arms.

———————-

Shouta woke you up a few times in the middle of the night as he was told, and you continued your conversations. He’d let you sleep for an hour or so and then gently nudge you awake and you’d stay up, talking where you left off before. He kept notes on his phone to remember the things you talked about so he could bring it back up when you awoke again.

“Sometimes I feel like UA failed us.” You said.

“It’s gotten a lot better since we’ve returned.” Shouta observed.

“Fair. I just was thinking about the whole general studies/hero course thing because of Shinso and I was irritated. I was forced into the hero course but they never taught me the things I needed to do to actually work in the field, to keep myself safe. They acted like I had a strength quirk or something but then when I couldn’t measure up, they just ignored me.”

“I can see that. It was similar for me, but I decided to only pay attention to physical and practical hero work after Oboro passed and let everything else fall by the wayside. But they seemed to think that was fine because I was strong.”

“They needed to teach us how to work together more. And rely on each others strengths.”

“You’re right about that one. I’m hoping we’re doing better with that now.”

You fell back asleep.

——————

“Shouta why haven’t we worked together before? Like hero work? Not like….tonight… but like in general. We both have stealthy quirks, I feel like it would work well.” You asked.

“You want to know the real reason or are you just suggesting we team up?”

“Both I guess.”

“I realized recently I was ignoring you and being rude because I really liked you. I was trying to make my feelings go away but I couldn’t….so I just kinda gave in.” He admitted. “But we should do hero work together. You could find the villains with your quirk and I could erase them before they even know we’re there. And we’ve finally learned how to communicate so maybe it would work out…heh.”

“Did we really learn how to communicate? Or did we just stop being shit heads.”

“Same thing.” He smirked.

——————-

“I like the dress you wore tonight. Even thought it’s a bit destroyed now…you looked nice.”

“Oh but I don’t look nice anymore?” You teased.

“That’s not- I didn’t-“

“I’m kidding Shouta. Thank you.” He sighed in relief, and you continued. “So do you only have that one blue tie?”

“HAH yes. I bought it for the one press conference I had to do.”

“I knew I’d seen it before…you looked nice in it though. We should get you some more.”

He blushed at your use of ‘we’. “I’d like that.”

———————

“Shouta what kind of smells do you like?”

“What….kind of smells?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I was putting on perfume and tonight and I didn’t know what you would like.”

“Um…I guess I don’t really know. Never thought about it.”

“What cologne do you wear?”

“I don’t…? I’m just hygienic I guess..?”

“So you just naturally smell like sandalwood?!”

“I don’t know what that is.” He chuckled.

—————————

“Have you just been wearing that suit this whole time?!” You realized it had been hours and he was just sitting with you.

“I…..didn’t want to leave you alone while I found something else to wear.”

“Shouta.”

“What.”

“Go find something comfy to wear! I’ll be right here, I’ll be fine.”

He left the room for a moment and came back with a dark t-shirt and bright pink sweatpants on, another big shirt folded in his arms.

“Oh. My. God.” You bursted out laughing.

“Okay okay get it out of your system. Zashi bought these for me as a gag gift years ago... but they’re really comfy.”

“I love them. This is fantastic.”

“I brought you a change of clothes too if you’d like.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with me borrowing your clothes?”

“What kind of a stupid ass, irrational question is that?” He joked.

You gasped, “I’m serious!”

“Please wear my shirt.”

You giggled, “okay.”

——————

“Shouta.”

“Hmm?” He replied

“Do I have to work tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“Oh thank god,” you sighed and he snickered. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“I took the day off. I thought I would just hang around and make sure you’re okay.” He said.

“You‘re sweet, Shouta.”

“I’m glad you think so. Sorry for….the way I treated you before.”

“I’m sorry too. We were both stupid.”

He laughed, “yes we were.”

———————

“Shouta.”

“Yes, y/n?”

“Was this date…and like the time in the showers…all a one time thing?”

His smile fell. “…did you want it to be a one time thing…?”

“No…I want it to be a lots of times thing.” You giggled and looked away.

“Oh…good.” His smirk returned and he kissed you on the cheek. As he pulled back you took his face in your hands and gave him a deep, loving kiss. You felt the tension release from his body and he threw his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “It’s a lot’s of times thing, then.”

#aizawa fanfiction #aizawa x female reader #bnha aizawa #bnha #mha #aizawa slow burn #shouta aizawa #aizawa angst #aizawa fluff #aizawa smut

[bravobeavo]

Bonnie & Clyde AU Drabble!

@megglepie - I promised you a first kiss, didn’t I? Let’s set the scene - Hizashi & Shouta have gotten separated from Oboro & Nemuri, who had gotten away in their original vehicle after a relatively successful heist.

Hizashi stole the first car they could get their hands on - only to find when he hot-wires it that one of the headlights is out! No worries, the other headlight still works so they hightail it out of the town they’d traveled to and begin driving on the dark, empty highways through the desert back toward Shouta’s hometown/their rendezvous point.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Hizashi cursed loudly as the remaining headlight sputtered and then went dark with an audible ‘crack!’ of electricity.

As they were plunged into darkness, Hizashi kept the wheel steady and slowed down to a stop in the middle of the desolate road, muttering under his breath.

Shouta shifted in the passenger seat and glanced over, “The other headlight?”

“Yep,” Hizashi’s face was barely visible in the sudden darkness, but the lines across his forehead had drawn tight with frustration. He huffed loudly before wrenching the driver’s side door open and climbing out into the open road.

Shouta blinked as he watched the tall blonde stomp up to the front of the car, hands braced on his hips in a telltale sign of annoyance.

He disappeared from sight when he knelt down in front of the car’s darkened headlights and Shouta shifted to brace his feet against the dash, letting his head loll back onto the top of the seat.

He sighed and tapped one foot against the dashboard idly.

He could get out to offer help, but unlike Nemuri and Oboro he knew next to nothing about cars so it was probably better to just let Hizashi look over the problem without getting in the way.

A shimmer in the lapsing moonlight caught his eye and he turned his head slightly to peer over into the back seat, shifting completely to get a better look.

On the floorboard of the backseat, next to the bag of stolen goods and the jacket that Nemuri had dropped, was a single golden earring; one of the heavy diamond ones that Oboro had stolen from a pawn shop a mere month ago.

He’d initially stolen them for Hizashi, but Hizashi had sheepishly grinned and cited the fact that he preferred to only wear silver jewelry. Shouta and Oboro had both scoffed loudly while Hizashi insisted that gold looked tacky with his blonde hair - which had even gotten a laugh from Hitoshi, who usually tended to ignore their antics.

Shouta thought Oboro would have worn them himself if Nemuri hadn’t snatched them up and tried them on, falling in love with the pair.

They were exact type of fancy earrings that she saw on high-class ladies - the ones who turned their noses up at her when she walked by the high-end salons in downtown.

The ones that Nemuri hated, envied... wearing them made her powerful. He could respect that out of his sister.

It must have been in the pocket of the jacket that he had grabbed, after all it had been her jacket that she’d dropped in the chaos of trying to get away. He reached down and slipped the earring pocket, knowing that she’d be wanting it back.

He twirled it between his thumb and index finger in his jacket pocket, still tapping his foot. His feet that were clad in shoes without holes in them for the first in as long as he could remember.

So much had changed over the past few months... all thanks to two men careening into their lives by pure coincidence.

Hitoshi had even done well on his last pop quiz because he’d been able to make flash cards out of some of the paper that Shouta had stolen for him.

He smiled as his heart ached.

Then his gaze drifted, to the object of his thoughts.

Hizashi was still at the front of the car, cursing loud enough that Shouta could hear him even through the closed doors.

His frustration seemed to crest as he stood back to his full height and delivered an angry kick to the burned out headlight, subsequently busting the glass.

Shouta chuckled and pushed his way out of the car, “Well, I suppose that answers my question about whether or not it can be fixed.”

Hizashi gave a weary sigh and then shot him a sheepish grin, “Yeah... piece o’ shit.”

Shouta laughed again and shuffled up to the hood of the car, walking around so that he could lean against the front of the car on Hizashi’s left side - the side he knew the blonde had better hearing in.

He tilted his head up to take in the view of the night sky stretched out above them, feeling Hizashi’s shoulder brush his own. 

“The moon might be bright enough to drive without the headlights,” Hizashi observed, gaze drifting up as well.

Shouta pushed his shoulder lightly against the blonde’s, “Are you kidding me? There are too many clouds coming and going.” 

“Aw, c’mon, what’s the worst that could happen?” Hizashi whined, sticking out his lower lip even as the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. 

Shouta scoffed, “Hmm, we crash and burn? I don’t know yet if your eyesight is as bad as your hearing.” 

“Ch,” Hizashi rolled his eyes dramatically, “Shou~ you’re the last person I expected to underestimate me! Nemuri I could understand, but you?” 

“Why don’t we stay here and look at the constellations instead?” Shouta looked back up and drew in a slow breath, “The view here is so much better than it is at home... less trees.”

“Constellations?” Hizashi’s voice was lilted with genuine curiosity as Shouta shot him a glance.

Shouta blinked, “Er, yeah - they’re like... pictures in the stars? I don’t really know how to explain it... they’re stars that form a pattern or picture.” 

“Pictures?” Hizashi’s eyes had gone wide with child-like wonder, the look that always made Shouta’s heart skip a beat, “Well then don’t tell me, show me!” 

“Sure, we’ll start with one that’s easy to spot,” Shouta chuckled lightly and pressed closer so that the blonde could follow his pointed finger, “See that line of stars right there, the one that curves down? That’s the handle for the big dipper.”

Hizashi was looking up with avid concentration, “Oh! Ha! It looks just like a big scoop, huh?” 

“Yeah, exactly,” Shouta hummed, smiling lightly as he watched Hizashi’s lips part in awe.

They stayed there for what felt like hours as Shouta showed the blonde constellation after constellation, sometimes explaining vague origins and other times listening to whatever tangent it sparked from Hizashi.

Finally after watching most of the clouds let up and the moon got bright enough to easily see the road ahead of them, Shouta let the conversation die down as he listed the last constellation that he knew in sight.

“Where’d you learn all this anyway?” Hizashi asked, his tone warm with amusement as he turned to look at the dark-haired man.

“Oh, ah...” Shouta reached up to rub the back of his neck, “I read it in a book when I was younger.”

“A book, huh?” Hizashi’s tone grew heavy with revelry, “I never learned how to read... not very well, at least.”

“Oh,” Shouta shrugged lightly, almost embarrassed at the admission, but relaxing a bit when he registered the sheer admiration in Hizashi’s gaze, “My Ma taught me.”

“Mm,” Hizashi nodded and braced his hands behind himself against the still warm hood of the car as he stared up at the night sky, “I had a... friend who tried to teach me. But he wasn’t around much and... it’s not like I had the stuff to practice on my own.”

Shouta sighed, already familiar with the sad reality, “Nemuri grew up that way. By the time I came around, my Ma had saved up enough for some school supplies... they’re expensive.”

“They’re a luxury,” Hizashi agreed, his voice tight as he shrugged slightly.

Shouta looked away from the stars and at the blonde, “Too many kids can’t get by cause they don’t have the right tools. Pisses me off.”

“That’s why you take the things you do when we raid corner stores, yeah? Pencils, erasers, books...” Hizashi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, “So no one else has to grow up like that.”

“Mm,” Shouta hummed in agreement and nodded once, returning his gaze to the stars.

They stood there in simple silence for a few minutes, sharing each other’s warmth as they stared up at the night sky.

“What do you think it would look like? If we... were up there, looking down here?” Shouta asked, the low rumble of his voice sounding loud even to him in the silence of the night.

Hizashi was quiet for a moment as he tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, “I dunno, never really thought about.”

Shouta continued to stare up at the vast open sky, eyes flitting between the memorized constellations that his mother used to read about, “I think everything would look awfully small... insignificant.”

“Hm,” Hizashi huffed an almost laugh and leaned closer to follow Shouta’s gaze as the dark-haired man lifted a finger and traced Orion’s Belt, “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind things seeming small and insignificant for once.”

“Why’s that?” Shouta asked, turning partially and nearly jolting in surprise when his nose brushed against the blonde’s due to their close proximity.

Jade green eyes blinked back at him as Hizashi stayed in place, “Well, problems down here seem so out-of-proportion sometimes, ya know? Overthinking things and... and such.”

Shouta swallowed, feeling a distinct warmth spread through his chest despite the relatively chilly night air, “You overthinking things? I thought that was my job.”

His joke felt hollow and flat, breath shallow with anticipation as Hizashi’s gaze flickered down to his parted lips just briefly.

“I only overthink one thing,” Hizashi said with a weak shrug, his voice coming out barely above a hushed whisper - so light that the faintest breeze might have carried it away before it ever reached Shouta’s ears.

“Care to share with the class?” Shouta leaned impossibly closer, their shoulders pressed flush together.

Hizashi stared at him unwaveringly, “We’ve got a good thing going, the four of us and Hitoshi. Oboro and I, we... we consider you lot to be the closest thing to family that we’ve got.”

“You know Nem and I feel the same,” Shouta answered, a wry smile twisting at his lips, “And Toshi’ll come around... we’re a family now.”

“Mm... I’d be a damned fool if I went and ruined that, huh?” Hizashi said finally, a faint tone of remorse ringing in his quiet voice.

Shouta’s heart stuttered in his chest and for a moment, he just breathed. The desert around them was dry and desolate, the crisp night air sharp with the musty smell of gasoline from the car and the sweetness of the cactus blossoms scattered across the sandy hillside.

“Ruined it?” Shouta breathed, his dark eyes going half-lidded, “What would ruin it?”

He knew the answer, had felt it himself, but god he wanted nothing more than to hear it said aloud in Hizashi’s raspy, melodic tones.

Hizashi exhaled slowly, his warm breath ghosting over Shouta’s parted lips as he inched closer, “The way I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Closer, closer until their noses brushed and Hizashi’s lashes fluttered closed as he inhaled sharply in anticipation.

The corners of Shouta’s lips quirked into a smile.

“Then I guess I’m a damned fool too,” Shouta murmured as he finally closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a dry, chaste kiss that both of them melted into.

Shouta couldn’t help the reflex to raise both hands and tangle his fingers in Hizashi’s long hair, grinning into the kiss when he realized that it was just as silky smooth as he’d always imagined it to be.

They kissed until they were light-headed, grinning dopily as they pulled apart to gasp for breath, but stayed close enough to press their foreheads together.

Hizashi’s emerald gaze sparkled with amusement, “Clouds are gone... it’s light enough to drive again.”

“Is it?” Shouta asked with an equal air of mischievousness.

Hizashi chuckled warmly, then pressed forward for another brief kiss before he spun them around to reverse their positions and began pulling Shouta around the car by his loose tie. The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow as the blonde bypassed the driver’s seat and opened the back door.

“Probably safer if we wait till morning, though.” Hizashi winked at him, and Shouta laughed aloud as he clambered into the cramped back seat with the blonde.

It felt like they were the only two beings that existed in the entire world in that moment, under the stars. And Shouta would have been a damned fool if he didn’t cling to every moment that he could get.  

#bonnie and clyde au #drabble #my fics #THEY DID THE KISS KISS #and maybe more than that hehe we'll never know #this is mega cheesy #so I hope you all still like it #erasermic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #*sigh* this feels a little disconjointed to me??? #idk I’m not 100% satisfied with it - I think because it’s both too long and too short

[dark-elf-writes]

Can I ask 💝 for any or all of the rooftops? That includes our beloved cloud boy!

Send in a character or characters and an icon and I’ll give you…

💝 A headcanon about their love language

Shouta

Acts of service but like in a way no one would never notice.

It’s Hizashi’s preferred tea always being in the cabinets. It’s a pillow always in the exact place Nemuri likes to sprawl when she gets stressed out, exactly where she lays her head every time. It’s Oboro’s shrine being meticulously cared for even though no one ever sees someone do it. Not even on the cameras.

It’s compression gloves on Izuku’s desk and microfiber cloths tucked in the exact place he knows Tenya will look. It’s two dozen of the fluffiest blankets he could find stashed in every nook and cranny in the dorms that his kids could possibly look in. It’s a thousand little things that no one would ever notice but all of them appreciate.

Hizashi

Quality time. For all that Hizashi doesn’t shut up his love language is quality time. With three jobs Hizahsi is always being pulled in one direction or another but he always has time to gossip with Nem about whatever idiot confessed his love to her Thai week. Always is around for Shouta to lean against when he needs a quick nap. Always, without fail, visits Oboro’s shrine in UA on his birthday and the anniversary of his death to tell him about the things he’s missed just in case there is an afterlife so his friend won’t have to feel so alone.

He doesn’t have set office hours if the kids have questions because they are always welcome to come to him if he’s at the school and ask. He spends hours helping Kyoka balance her love for heroic and her love of music to lesson a bit of her guilt. He has open study sessions where he helps Denki with not just English but with whatever subject he’s having problems with. He’s there for when Ochako finally breaks, so tired of being alone before the dorms and having the same schedule as her parents so she can’t just call them. Whenever someone needs him he’s there with open arms and his signature smile.

Nemuri

Words of affirmation. even before she was a teacher she was the older sister of the group. ‘I love you’ of course has always fallen so easily from her lips for the smallest of things. But it was always more than that.

‘I’m believe in you’ she tells shouta every time he gets that haunted, desperate look in his eyes like he’s sixteen again and unsure of his place in the world. ‘I’m proud of you’ she breathes into Hizashi’s hair whenever he’s bitten his nails down to jagged nubs, a signal that he misses a smoke (one that he hasn’t touched since they were seventeen and Shouta pitched his last pack into a river). ‘you did your best’ she tells a picture not the one at his shrine. Never at the shine. He wouldn’t be there anyway. He would be following them on one of his clouds, laughing as they playacted at being responsible adults and teasing them for getting so old.

‘You’ve come so far’ she tells Yuuga, brushing his hair back out of his eyes. ‘You are enough’ she tells Momo, wiping tears from her cheeks. ‘I’m proud of you.’ She tells all of them, these children that have become soldiers. These kids holding their crumbling world together with bloodstained hands. These babies cracking under the pressure but trying so hard. She tells them all time and time again as many times as they need to hear.

Oboro

T O U C H. The cloud boy is a clingy one at all times. He flops on Shouta like a massive weighted blanket to keep him feeling warm and safe when he naps. He braids Hizashi’s hair, humming off key to whatever song they have playing and telling him how cool it would be to take his usual spiky style and made it way bigger like a calling card. He paints Nemuri’s nails, calloused hands from hours of practicing with his bo staff so gentle as he wipes away streaks of color until he gets them perfect.

And in the PYT AU

He kisses Inko’s face until she’s laughing, breathless and with tears in her eyes as she bats at his chest. He lifts an arm without thinking to accept Izuku flopping on him when they’re burnt out and need to recharge. He lets them both curl into his warmth on movie nights, resigning himself to tingling limbs after they fall asleep halfway through but unable to make himself move when they’re so content. Just feeling them breath, knowing they’re alive, knowing that if he was a little less lucky, a few inches in a different direction he could have never had this.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #;_; I had this finished ant tumblr ate it #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #nemuri kayama #oboro shirakumo

[megglepie]

I had a b&c AU thought and I couldn’t resist poking you with it 😙 I’m imagining since Hizashi shared a room with his siblings that on occasion, or even regularly, he had to sleep on the hardwood floor. He might’ve had clothes or a blanket to use a pillow or for warmth, but he’s still used to sleeping in very uncomfortable places.

So one night when he and Oboro are at the Aizawa’s house (their relatively comfy/good-sized house because it was their parents’) he lays on the floor and lets Nem and Oboro have the couch. They’re all sitting around talking when Oboro is like “Shhh, guys, Zashi fell asleep!”

And Nemuri looks over at him on the ground and she’s like “What? No way, that’s so uncomfortable!”

But then they see his open mouth and soft little snores and she goes to, “How could anyone sleep like that? This floor is so uncomfortable!”

And Oboro gets kind of quiet and then he just softly says, “He liked to let his sisters take the bed.”

And the Aizawas are just quiet for a moment as the realization dawns on them. Then Shouta slowly slides onto the floor by Hizashi’s head and, very carefully, lifts his head to gently rest it on his thigh as a pillow (I think this would be well before they get together). And Nemuri hurries off to her bedroom only to come back w/ a blanket that she puts over Hizashi.

Oboro covers his mouth and bites his lip as he feels emotion well in his chest cause this moment just confirms the feeling of belonging that they’ve had with the Aizawas.

Kdkskfjskjf im sorry but nnnn that scene just invaded my brain.

HOLY FUCK YOU SENT THIS AGES AGO AND I FORGOT TO RESPOND AND PUBLISH IT AAAAAAAAAAAA

but like oh my FUCK 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ren you got me fucked up this is so precious and also hhhh pierces my heart with melancholy, zashi’s been thru so much 😭😭😭 oh wait WE made him go thru all that

#found family brainrot [activated] #bonnie and clyde au #bravobeavo #ask

[bookworm-blogs]

It’s Been Too Long

Midnight’s heels clack against the marble tiles and echo through the vast halls of Tartarus, figurative trails of ice following her in her wake. The workers sent to escort her stay at a safe distance behind her, wary of the violent aura surrounding the middle aged woman. Shouta called her only a few hours ago, and once she heard the news, once she knew who Kurogiri was and how he was made, she dropped everything and demanded to be allowed into Tartarus to see him. Nobody stopped her, given her history with Shira-- Kurogiri, how could they?

His cell is hidden in the deeper parts of Tartarus and is completely airtight, surrounded with a special type of padding that negates warping to a degree. Midnight has no idea how it works, but frankly, she doesn’t care. The only thing she cares about is seeing her old friend for herself. 

The doctor in charge of his cell bristles when Midnight steps up to him, “M-Midnight-sama! What are you doing here--”

“I need to see him,” Midnight says firmly. 

“I-I’m sorry, but he’s asleep right now--”

“I don’t care. Let me in.”

The doctor looks like he wants to object more, but he wisely presses a few buttons and the large, metallic door opens up, revealing darkness in the form of a man on the other side. The doctor clears his throat. “L-let us know if anything happens,” he says. 

Midnight doesn’t bother replying. Her red heels carry her inside the cell and the metal door seals shut behind her with a metallic hiss. The room is divided into two with a large glass plane separating her from Kurogiri, and from his side of the room, the only furniture Kurogiri has is the chair he’s strapped to. Kurogiri looks exactly like how he did at USJ; wispy purplish black mist cloaks his entire body and thin lines of yellow mimic closed eyes. At first glance, he and Shirakumo look nothing alike, but now that she has context, she can see similarities in the hair.

Midnight’s hands curl into fists. “I can’t believe this... I mean, Shouta called and told me everything, but...” Midnight sets her hand against the cold glass, a shuddering sigh escaping her throat. “Oboro, is that really you?”

Kurogiri says nothing.

It’s been too long since those years gone and passed, but somehow Midnight remembers those days like the back of her hand. She smiles bitterly. “High school was really fun with you around, you know that? You always had this... contagious energy that you brought with you everywhere. Even though you always were an air-headed idiot.” She laughs weakly at her own lame pun. Shirakumo has always loved puns, though she didn’t know what she was hoping to get out of telling one. 

“You don’t deserve any of this. I swear to God, I will find All For One and the League and I will tear them apart.” Midnight watches the misty man’s face very closely for some sort of reaction, but predictably, he doesn’t move. Midnight presses her forehead against the glass and allows a few stray tears to drip down her cheeks. How could this happen? He was so young and lively, but all of that was stolen in an instant. Robbed of his life much too soon

“Why...?” Midnight whispers, her tears strangling her voice. “Why did it have to be you? Why you? Oboro why...?”

“N... Ne...”

Midnight’s eyes snap open and she lifts her head. Kurogiri is awake and staring at her with his wide, unfamiliar yellow eyes, but something strange is happening to the right side of his face. The yellow hue is disappearing, and the mist itself is warping into half of an extremely familiar face.

Midnight couldn’t believe it. “Oboro?” she whispers.

“N-Nem... Ne...” Oboro’s voice is strangled and warped, almost like he and Kurogiri are speaking at once, but Midnight knows that face anywhere. Aside from the new scars on his eyebrow, he looks exactly the same as he did fifteen years ago.

“Oboro!” Midnight shouts. Damn this glass wall! She wants to go through it right now and hold his face between her hands. To drag him away from whatever hellscape is holding him. “Oboro! It’s me! Nemuri! Oboro!”

“Nem... Nemur...”

The speakers in the room crackle to life. “Midnight-sama, we’re detecting unusual brainwaves coming off him. Please leave the area.”

“OBORO!”

“I...” The other half of his face is shifting, too. Now, he looks almost completely like Shirakumo but with hazy, misty features. “I’m... so... rry...”

“Don’t be, Oboro! Just hang in there!”

“So... rr...”

Black mist erupts from his body and swirls up into the air like a darkened tornado before collapsing in on itself. Kurogiri’s body slumps forward and Midnight digs her acrylic nails into the glass as if to grab him. The metallic door hisses open and several doctors come in to grab her. The world is numb to her, and Midnight allows them to pull her away from the glass and toward the door.

She should have been with him that day, she should have pushed him out of the way and taken his place under those piles of debris, she should have enjoyed their time together longer... she should have visited the roof more, she should have been more persistent with him, she should have told him how much he meant to her. If she had...

Maybe her best friend would still be himself. 

#bnha #mha #Shirakumo Oboro #Oboro Shirakumo #Kurogiri #Original #my writing #midnight #Loud Cloud #Kayama Nemuri #Shirayama #Night Cloud #Kayama x Shirakumo

[tired-college-student-writing]

Here we go Loopty Loo pt4

Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being.

It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

pt 1

pt 3

pt 4 (HERE)

pt 5

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Loop #49

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To ask for normalcy in this class was too much, Aizawa knew this.

It was like asking it to rain gumdrops to expect these 20 idiots to behave like normal human beings for five minutes in the original timeline, and it had only gotten worse as they all fought off apathy at their time stuck just kept going.

But how Aizawa wished they would stop getting caught so he didn’t have to deal with the other teacher questioning it.

Cockatoo: Uh Shouta?

Cockatoo: Should I ask why Bakugo and Kaminari are yelling ‘Fuck your chicken strips!’ at a shellshocked Todoroki?

YallMight: I think it has to do with them finding out that Endevar and Hawks are dating.

Chloroform: THEY WHAT????

Sleepis4theweak: I wish Yagi was joking

YallMight: At least they aren’t singing ‘She thinks my tractor’s sexy’ this time.  

He glared at the tall blond he was eating lunch with, “Fuck you, I know you put them up to that.”

“No proof,”

“Shut it,”

“If I make you smile will you, forgive me?”

“Maybe,”

Yagi just grinned, “I just helped Jiro finish a parody song of Aint No Rest for the Wicked, called Aint No Rest for Endeavor, where they diss Endeavor for three minutes straight, including some… uh, classified information and are going to play it during the Cultural Festival with Shoto taking lead vocals.”

Aizawa wasn’t fast enough to stop the snort from escaping, “These fucking kids,”

“It’s better than Bakugo’s idea of writing a parody of “Fuck You” to call out Overhaul or All for One… or both.”

“As long Dabi gets a recording,” Aizawa chuckled, “I’m going to allow it.”

“You were going to allow it either way,” Yagi teased, not even batting an eye at the fact that Aizawa basically adopted the villain, “But I suppose he would like to see his younger brother roasting their father.”

Aizawa shrugged, “I’ll talk to the kids when we get back, making sure they time the parody when they have the largest crowd. I’m guessing I’m going to be on ‘Stop Endeavor from burning down the school’ detail again?”

“I can take Eri during it if you would like,”

“Nah, I’ll let Mirio handle her, she misses him anyways. They can’t make more of a scene then the Host club they held last year. ”

He glanced back down at his phone, to see the flurry of texts had continued.

BloodyMess: Why is your class full of the troublesome ones? And why haven’t you expelled any of them??

Cockatoo: Cause Sho is soft for his ‘problem children’

Chloroform: Yeah, plus they take care of his daughter like they’re her big siblings and I’ve never seen Sho look softer.

YeeHaw: Soft? Are we talking about the same man?

Cockatoo : *SmilyBoi* Read em and weep

BloodyMess: Oh shit, the dude can actually smile and not look like he’s trying to murder you

SpaceCadet: Aw, he’s wearing a bow!

Cockatoo: Eri put it in his hair, he wasn’t gonna remove it after she called him dad

Cockatoo: Oh shit

Chloroform:???

Cockatoo: Monoma said something to a table of Class 2-A kids and Shinsou appeared out of nowhere and brainwashed him. He’s now dancing to Toxic by Brittany Spears in the middle of the courtyard.

Chloroform: Omg, please say you’re recording!

Cockatoo: I am, but now Kaminari and Sero are being backup dancers

Cockatoo: Mina just had to stop Kirishima from taking off his shirt when he joined

Cockatoo: We have a full-on flash mob going on right now.

Cockatoo: Sho, come get your kids. I don’t know when they had time to choreograph this stuff but it’s not really school appropriate

BloodyMess: Aizawa, control your class

Chloroform: He’s probably trying to stop a migraine from forming

YallMight: No, he finds the whole event funny.

Cockatoo: How do you know????

Yagi smirked snapping a picture of the usually stoic teacher wheezing at the mental image of his stupid kids before the picture was texted over the group.

Chloroform: Oh? Having a picnic together, are you?

Sleepis4theweak: And? Aren’t we talking about my dumbass class?

Cockatoo: Pretty defensive there Sho, anything you want to share?

Sleepis4theweak: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Cockatoo: Come on Sho

Chloroform: Let’s change tactics

Chloroform: @YallMight are you fucking Aizawa?

YeeHaw: You trying to kill the man, Midnight?

BloodyMess: The man spits up enough blood without you being like this nem

Aizawa shot his companion a look, “Don’t you dare,”

Toshinori raised a brow, a shit-eating grin crawling onto his face, “Too late,”  

YallMight: Rawr (*ΦωΦ*)

Aizawa could hear the screaming from here, though that was probably just Mic losing control at the unexpected response from the world’s Golden Boy for all that was good and pure.

Oh, if they only know how corrupting spending 145 years with mostly horny meme teenagers is.

Aizawa couldn’t breathe at this point, putting his head down on the table they shared, gasping for breath around his gales of laughter the stitch on his side pulling. Toshi looked way too pleased with himself, as his full belly laughter echoed around them. After a minute the taller man shifts and looks away, laughter drying up almost as quickly as it had started.

Aizawa squinted up at him, “What?”

“Should we let them think we’re dating?”

Shouta felt a slight flush crawl over his cheeks as he leaned across the table, “Aren’t we?”

Yagi relaxed at the words, “I… wasn’t entirely sure where we stood on that. You know how tricky emotions are in these loops.”

Aizawa shrugged because he knew the man was right. Sexualities and attractions seemed as fluid as everything else in the loops. He’s gone through marriage, dating, divorce, breakups, flings, and hookups at this point, whether he weathered them himself or just recalled them from the memories he received from each loop. He had been romantically involved with Hizashi, Nemuri, Tensi, Oboro, Emi, and even Yagi at one point or another.

In this timeline, however, he had been devoid of any romantic attachments, his timeline memories not recalling a single long term partner, and only a handful of one night stands. His emotional attachment for the kind, gentle, flawed man went beyond anything that resembled normal, but what in their lives was normal anymore, and he wasn’t going to deny that even in the timelines where he was straight the number one hero was attractive in both forms.

He would admit that this was a loop where his physical attraction was... fairly overwhelming.

Aizawa just grasped Toshinori's hand in his own instead of answering, earning a blinding smile that made his heart flutter. If the attraction is mutual then, why not allow themselves some happiness in this mess?

His phone pinged again, his Class chat text tone… That rarely bore good things if he was tagged in it.

Sonic : *MaybeWeWentTooFar?* @dadzawa @DadMight um help?

“I’m gonna kill them,” He sighed as he opened the picture of Monoma standing on what seemed to be an ice version of Pride rock, holding Nezu aloft while most of 2-A and 2-B were kneeling at the base.

“And having them all prank you before you remember them next timeline?” Toshinori teased, puffing up as he rose from his seat, “I don’t think so.”

The homeroom teacher sighed but silently agreed. Dying before graduation seemed to dump affected loopers earlier in the loop then everyone else. They could arrive anywhere from a few hours before everyone else, to years earlier and there didn’t seem to be a set reason for how long they were sent back.  After the first three times, the class seemed to come to a silent agreement to mess with each other as much as they could during the time they spent before everyone else remembered. Aizawa was still proud to say he had the best prelooping revenge on his problem children, even if it started accidentally.

“If I told Hizashi that we were engaged, what would you do?”

The sunflower man choked slightly at the out of the blue question, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he deflated once again.

Aizawa continued walking hiding his smile into his capture weapon as he neared the courtyard.

Yagi jogged slightly after him, already puffed back up, before offering a counter with a shit-eating twinkle in his eyes, “If you dodge the question until tomorrow I can have rings by morning.”

He slipped his hand into the other’s hands in his way of answering. They were practically married anyway, pretending to have a secret engagement wasn’t gonna be hard in the slightest. Toshi even came over enough that Eri probably not question it either, and it just gave them longer to be the happiest they could be during the loops.

His hair rose as he glared at Shinsou, capture wiping out to grab Nezu away from Monama as his grip slackened as the mind control faded from his system.

The whole courtyard whirled to look at them, and Aizawa notices too late how Midoriya’s eyes flash between him and Yagi, down to their hands and over to where Mic was still filming, a straight-up evil smirk flashing for barely a second before it was perfectly covered in a scandalized mask.

“OMG AIZAWA-SENSEI ARE YOU FUCKING MY DAD?!?!?”

Welp murder was outweighing the possible embarrassment of preloop pranks. Maybe he could bribe Dabi with those embarrassing pictures Toru had taken of Endeavor...

“Young Midorya!” All Might gasped, chopping his hand through the air similarly to how Tenya would do, “That is highly inappropriate! What my fiance and I get up to in our free time is our business and our business alone!”

Make that two murders.

Definitely two murders.

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Taglist: @i-like-fairytail-and-stuff @plaguedoctorsnake (I’m so sorry for forgetting to tag yall in pt 2)

#bnha #boku no academia #yagi toshinori #aizawa shoto #all might #erasermight #all of class 1-a #midoriya izuku #presentation mic #midnight #bnha monoma #shinsou hitoshi #endevour #fuck endeavor #dabi is a todoroki #these children are memes