#This is the would shinsou grow a beard

[ihatebnha]

WHO GROWS UP TO BE HAIRY ALL AROUND??!!! We are talking about Hairy Chest, Arms, Legs, Back, Potential to grow Mustache and Beard, AND HAIRY ALL AROUND BECAUSE I SIMP FOR HAIRY MEN:

KIRISHIMA, SHINSOU, BAKUGOU, and TODOROKI - ☀️anon

"potential to grow Mustache and Beard" LMFAOOOOOO... not to take away from the subject matter because I AGREE, but can you really imagine Todoroki with facial hair???

I know his dad has that wack ass little mustache but PLEASE, this is killing me since Sho is so baby soft!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you imagine waking up to half-red, half-white stubble one day? Would you even be able to ask why he has it???

I just can't help but think... the second he finds out you maybe... don't like/weren't expecting it, he's getting rid of it LOOOL because I mean... unlikely as it is, even Bakugo has potential for a beard, but TODOROKI? I just have to laugh.

(Sorry though, because you are correct. Shinso, Kiri and Bakugo body hair is a gd FEAST.)

#this made me laugh #i get think shinso + kiri get scratchy pretty often and i can see bakugo with like... chin hair LOOOOOL #but todoroki................ his hair is so light and fine my baby #ily tho!!!! #sunshine ☀️ #ask #anime #caitie chats

[the-lady-writes-what]

MHA Minor Characters as Adults Headcanons, Part 1

Deku (Izuku Midoriya)

He’s finally able to grow some facial hair, but he sucks at shaving. Deku will be running around the city doing hero business and he’ll have bits of tissue sticking to his face because he keeps nicking himself. Minimal sideburns and most definitely has an undercut. Size? Probably not as big as All Might in his prime, but definitely big. At his tallest, he’s gonna be at least 6′0-6′2 but no shorter than 5′11. Chiseled chin after losing his baby-face in his late teens (18-19) or early 20′s. Probably drinks sake or beer, but I don’t see him as a heavy drinker. Designated driver, hands down.

Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugou)

At least 6′3″. There is no way he’d let Deku be taller than him. Rugged, chiseled chin. Sideburns and a bit of scruff on his chin, but not enough to be a beard. Jacked as a hell especially in the arms so he can carry his grenades. Fireball whiskey kind of guy. Wears smudged eyeliner for his hero costume because he’s comfortable in his masculinity and it adds a fearsome look to his face that makes villains think twice. Mellowed out since high school.

Red Riot (Eijiro Kirishima)

Jacked as all hell. Like, there is no way Eijiro does not take after his favorite hero, Crimson Riot. He’s JACKED. 6′4-6′6, at least. He is a freaking mountain. Heavy sideburns, goatee, and hair long enough to tie in a ponytail. Spends a fortune on hair dye so it all matches. Probably as a “manly” tattoo somewhere but you’ll just have to figure out where it is yourself. Drinks whiskey.

Shoto (Shoto Todoroki)

Not as muscular as the first three, but he’s still packing some heat. No facial hair, but I imagine Shoto growing out his hair past his shoulders. Takes a lot after his mom in the looks department. Best of both worlds: lean athletic body and very pretty. You can tell he’s a handsome man, strong jaw and cheekbones that could cut glass. 5′9-6′0 as an adult. Drinks sake, wine, or vodka.

Chargebolt (Denki Kaminari)

5′11. Max. Tried to grow facial hair like the first three but failed miserably. Settles by compensating with his hair, which he changes style every couple of years. Built more for speed than brute strength like Izuku, Katsuki, and Eijiro. He’s very athletic, you can see his muscles, but it’s like the difference between an Olympic sprinter and a football player, you know? Matures so much after high school and doesn’t include himself so much with Mineta’s inappropriate shenanigans, thanks to Hitoshi’s influence. Picked up smoking but he’s trying to quit. Definitely drinks beer or white claws. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. Generally the first to get shit faced because he’s not always the brightest and he’s a bit of a lightweight.

??? (Hitoshi Shinsou)

Takes after his mentor Aizawa a little too much. You think he got bigger after some training in high school? Wait until he’s an adult and he’s jacked. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being Kirishima the Mountain and 1 being Grape Boy Mineta, Hitoshi is a solid 7 out of 10. I imagine his hero costume would include tactical yet tight-fitting black shirts in the warmer months specifically so he can show off his biceps. Little scruffy just like Aizawa. He doesn’t grow his hair as long as Aizawa, but its a little long. Undercut because why not? Drink of choice? Beer, he’s a simple guy.

#my hero acadmia #mha #mha theories #mha headcanons #headcanons #personal headcanon #pro hero au #izuku midoriya #deku #katsuki bakugo #dynamight #eijiro kirishima #red riot #shoto #shoto todoroki #chargebolt #denki kaminari #Hitoshi shinsou #hero names #non-sexy adult headcanons

[pufflocks]

{ Watch me get more and more descriptive }

☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆

Haikyuu !! :

Atsumu -> He picks his boogers aggressively. Osamu finds it gross even though he does it just as much as his brothers, but one time on a dry ass hot ass day, he kept on. Mans dug for gold till his dry ass nostrils bled. The face Osamu had was disgusted because this mans wiped his bloody, bogie covered finger on his pants and kept it moving. 💀

Oikawa -> We all know it is canon this man is clean, but how clean ? Oikawa is a fresh dude, but he despises his nails. He does so much with them. Sure he keeps them literally clean, but not like deep clean as in cutting the fucking talons he has. He is insecure about them, but doesn't bother with his nails often because no one on his team gaf. Only way to shut him up is by talking about his nails. He get stupid defensive, it's kinda funny how quiet he get.

Kuroo -> Kuroo likes to collect odd things obsessively as if he was a nigga on the show hoarders. Sorry for my words, but I see him as a homebody. Besides his active persona and character, I think in timeskip or just when he has nothing planned, he is at home. Most of his "collections" or "hoards" are generally meaningful. It could be an old legend of zelda game Kenma gave him because he wasn't interested in it. So he handed Kuroo, which who now has a slightly weird liking to legend of zelda.. 🤷🏽‍♂️

Tsukishima -> On to the good shit. My tall stingy guy has severe acne. Not on his face but like under his jawline. I headcanon him to have a slight beard growing underneath there, and him hating the texture and how PATCHY it came out– he just keeps cutting it. His acne probably only got severe in that specific spot because he plays volleyball right ? He touches balls, sweat ect. Scratching his face with dirty ass nails and him not knowing how to properly wash his face, till his brother or mom say something. Damn, yams TRIED to tell him to use some rose water or ointments. Mf don't listen. . . 💀💀

☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆▪︎☆

Mha :

Dabi -> Smells sour like funky. All is said. And all is well said. My guy washes his body in cheap soap and rain water. I'm being dramatic, but just imagine his scent. His looks give off the assumption that uses Axs or sum- idk. But realistically, it's everything, but. Him and you could be getting freaky, but the send he get too close in missionary or something it is over. The B.O will slap you, guaranteed, bruv. 👍🏽

Hawks -> He has naturally small feet. Nothing big, but it's something people like to point out in their universe. You cannot look up his name without getting a link of his feet, about feet, feet doctors etc. He spoke on live once and said people only identify him ad the feet hero now even though he doesn't see his feet all too important. "They're just regular feet. I don't understand why there is an actual blog about 'Hawks feet & Origin'."

Aizawa -> In modern Au, he has hella tats. Most are hidden obviously because of the long clothing he wears, but you see peeks of some on his neck, wrists, and even one small cat handprint one behind his ear. If he's cool with you he would show you them in private. He takes pride in the ones that belong to his son and daughter especially. { back tattoo, on his back. Son=Shinsou Daughter=Eri } reminding him he loves them more than his perfect sleeping schedule on days off.

#ZensCanons-☆ #haikyuu headcanons #mha headcanons

[i-need-air]

Hi! I'm so happy that you have your matchups open!

Can I get a 💘 and 💗+Aizawa, please? :)

I'm a 5'9" non-binary transmasc 20 year old whose pronouns are he/they. I have short brown hair that I bleach blonde all the time and a beard that is slowly starting to come in. Normally, I dress pretty casually - graphic tees and a t-shirt - and don't really like formal wear.

I am, generally, really nice to people and really like to get on everyone's good side. That is, unless someone is rude to me at first, then they get to hear my sarcastic and rude comments right back. Even though, on the outside, I'm angry with those types of people, on the inside, I'm an emotional wreck. I can't handle my emotions that well and like to stop talking to people/retreat back into my own mind when I feel overwhelmed.

During the week, I am a teacher at a daycare, but when I'm not at work, I'm either writing, drawing, or playing video games. Overall, I don't like going out in public unless it's grocery shopping. I also own 4 cats.

Thank you very much!!!!

I assume every time people give me their 💗 character is bc it's their fav for themselves and I swear to god, majority of times they're such good matches for them. And this is the case too! Aizawa is made for you? And you for him???? I feel it.

I struggle a little whenever I think about Aizawa and Shinsou bc they're so similar and I don't wanna repeat them in the same ask, you know? But know you'd work really well with Shinsou too, ok? And TAMAKI! T A M A K I!

Tamaki:

× Okay, okay, poor babey can come off as very anxious, we all know, but he is so compassionate, loyal and caring. It's a slow burn with him, and it has to start as a friendship first, but trust me when I tell you, everything is worth it in the end.

× Not a social creature. Is up to hang out together alone and just enjoy your company. I believe your calm nature would be a relief for him at the start then you'd get to know a more opened and easy-going Tamaki.

× He's very gentle with you and is a very strong mental support for anyone but himself 💀 I do believe if you have each other's back you'd grow and learn so much together. You can talk to him and he will never judge. Just know that.

× In my mind Tamaki is a cat person. Cats would approach him and he'd love them for their nature, meaning he'd love your babies and even bring them treats if you allow it. [I legit imagine him as a cat magnet and I'm envious?]

[💗]Aizawa:

× I thought of him even without the need of the 💗. You'd get along so well, it's ridiculous how much you just click.

× I sense a mature couple and a lot of domesticity. He isn't an outdoors man and would rather spend quality time with you at home whenever he can. Helps him relax and enjoys your company.

× He's pissy with people that fuck with you. I genuinely feel he'd have a big understanding of your personality and would know whenever you just want to get out of a situation. The fact that someone bothered you will make him be terrifying and there's no stopping him. It's okay though, this man knows how to verbally end someone in .3 seconds then take you home.

× 4 cats and your company is like ✨the dream✨ for him. Like who are we kidding here? Whenever he sleeps in the classroom he's dreaming of sleeping at home with you and the cats sprawled around 💀

× Ok, but would you be interested in showing him your writing? He wants to read and support you.

× He's such a good man, istg... [i think i just started simping for him through making match-ups???]

#noire writes #valentine event

[liliesoftherain]

A Knight’s Honor

Ch 1 -  Hold a Star

Masterlist

Summary: You are a female squire, who is not willing to give up your dreams of Knighthood to become a slave to society to save face.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SLOWBURN

A/N: Here is the first chapter! It’s like 2am but I couldn’t get it out of my head so I started writing and realized the direction I want this to go is going to cause it to be a bit lengthy. SO I’m not sure if this will really count as a full on slow burn but I’m going to try my best! Thanks for reading!

The sky was a hushed dark, the only present source of light was the wisps of the sunbeams that peaked out from over the hills towards the east. Allowing light orange and pink tones to spread and fade into the midnight blues. The stars were also taking it upon themselves to disappear, leaving a blank canvas that was ready to painted on. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the new brilliant baby blue and feathery whites of clouds took over and spread out as far as the eye could see. It was always a breathtaking sight to see the dawn of a new day, a gentle reminder of knowing you were alive and living your dream.

“Keep movin’ lassie, ‘therwise yoo’ll be missin’ yer breakfest an’ ye dinnae want ‘at.”

Well, almost living your dream.

“Yes Sir.”

You continued to scoop the horse dung, going almost nose blind to the smell as you have been at it for a good 20 minuets already. It was thankfully the last chore of your morning duties for today and you could go straight to breakfast after this. Lazily you look back towards the sky, a small sigh escaping your lips as you continued with you work.

It was, and would always be, a dreadful chore to complete before you were able to partake in breakfast. Even though you only had to worry about it once per week, it was still disgusting to have to do when all you wanted was the smell of bread in your nose, not the smell of dung.

Yet you managed, quickly growing used to the idea and trying not to let it both you as you scarfed down whatever the lovely kitchen hands whipped up. You could not afford to to be hungry for the rest of the day, breakfast was always too early and lunch so far afterwards. If you could call it lunch. It was mostly a quick snack you were able to have for a few moments before being pulled into even more duties your Knight deemed of needing completion, duties that were a must to get done before you could even think about dinner.

Being a Knight’s Squire was all around exhausting and not what you once thought it was when you were a child. Sure, you were able to do extraordinary tasks that you only once dreamed about, such as overnight ventures to different kingdoms and quests galore. However, with your great Kingdom at peace, there were plenty of thrilling tasks that weren’t needed, like following your Knight onto the battlefield and helping to protect your home. Yes, you were greatly blessed to be born into these peaceful times, not have the displeasure of the blood and sacrifice of war, so you often scolded yourself when you found your thoughts drifting to battles and missions alike.

No, instead of dealing with disastrous enemies of front lines, you found your action of the practice field, and Lord knows you’ve seen that all too many times.

You often times loved the feeling training provided you, yet you were always disgruntled when you were frowned upon due to your gender. Not by many, in fact there were many more who believed you had every right to be here, but others tended to disagree. It was hard to force someone out of their backwater ways, and it wasn’t even just the elders who held onto this ideal, it was from your own peers as well. One peer in particular really, and it hurt you to a point to think someone you have known for most of your life could come to loath you so.

To this day you still had no idea as to why.

As a child, you had always pictured yourself as a Knight. Dreaming of the day you were able to attend wild adventures and the freedoms it would bring. Your mother, who had wanted nothing more than to groom you into the finer life, was always displeased at your father who gave you the encouragement to follow your heart. He was a giant of a man, towering over most, feared and respected among his peers. Yet he was always so loving and kind to you, and threw memories of him always stayed no matter how much time as passed since he has moved on from this world. He wanted you to understand the importance of knowing when to rely on someone, and when to rely on yourself. Your mother thought it absurd for you to know such things, saying how once you became of age, old enough to wed, you would be tethered to a man who could protect you better than you could ever protect yourself.

Which was completely and utterly injudicious.

You were most definitely able to take care of yourself, and you found no need for a man to constrain you into a submissive lifestyle that would no doubt lead you to dread the mornings you were so fond of. All because that would mean if you were awake, you would still be in the nightmare of a domesticated life.

You wanted an eternity of freedom, not a lifetime in a prison cell disguised as your home.

“Thenk ye again lassie, ye wark strong. Jist need tae quit starin’ at th’ sky.” The man chuckled, patting your head roughly with his large hand.

This man, Sir Campbell, was a Knight you helped during this particular morning chore. He was one of few to come and serve the Kingdom from a foreign land, causing his differences in tongue and spirit. While this was and always will be you’re home, the feeling of some kind of sturdy connection was formed.

He was different from his peers as were you.

It was the similarities of the differences you carried that had brought you together, you thought of him family as he did you.

“The sky is an endless adventure, Sir. Can you imagine if we were able to explore the noble skies as we did the rolling plains of foreign lands?”

He grinned at your words, an own thoughtful expression pulling on his thinned lips as he held his bearded chin in mock thought.

“Lass, ye hink tae much. ‘en again that’s whit makes ye sae sharp-witted isnae it?”

You smiled back, eyes shining with mirth at knowing you once again thought of something your elder had not.

“I’d like to think so Sir, although I get my wonder from you, as you do not think of such things on your own.”

He barked out a laugh, horses whining at the sudden noise that had caught them off guard, and echoed around them.

“Ye will be th’ death ay me yit!”

“I hope that is a day that will never come to pass Sir, not until the stars have been held in our own bare hands.”

“Ah pray ‘at day come tae pass, lassie. noo rin alang, gang enjoy yer weel deserved breakfest. Duty will be ringin;’ shortly.”

“More like screaming.”

“Aye, ‘at Sir Hizashi surly can yeel i’s true. Rin alang noo!”

You bowed your head respectfully before taking your leave once you finished putting the shovel away in its rightful spot. His laughter still ringing in your ears, causing your mood to uplift as if following suit with the edges of your mouth.

You made your way to the water spicket that was as tall as your breasts, and lifted your arms to pump the bar till water flowed from the spout. Using it to rinse your hands and face clean of a hard morning, you then dried them on your tunic, which you wore over your chain mail.

You of course wore a protective layer under the chain mail. No matter how much heat you could withstand due to your ability, you were not immune to the burns and irritations it could leave if it was placed directly on unclothed skin. You wore somewhat lose trousers, but it was only baggy enough to not be mistaken for tight undergarments, as your tunic fell down to your mid thighs. A belt holding your sword was wrapped securely around your waste, the simple leather having immense strength to hold up not only you sheath and blade, but other necessities you found yourself carrying in pouches which were also strapped on.

A simple look, but the look of a squire indeed. Not one of a high Lady of the Court.

Your feet carried you to one of your most favorite spots, the place by the kitchens. It’s were the meals were held, meals of those who lived in the castle walls yet were unable to sit at the table that was intended for those of higher status. It was an austere little place, but that did not mean it wasn’t full of life. Few rows of benches were pushed together right near a door that led into the kitchens themselves, lanterns placed along the wall behind them. It was a place that was never overcrowded, but quaint enough to be able to sit together and laugh and talk about the hardship of the days like it wasn’t a problem at all.

You spotted a man you knew very well already sitting at the only available table, and gladly quicken your pace to reach your destination faster than your fatigued body would have liked. You snatched a roll from his plate once your were close enough, taking a bite from the delicious bread as you sat to his right. He barley glanced your way before reaching out to grab another roll from the basket to his left, letting out a sigh while he did.

“Tis too early to be dealing with you.”

“Ah, you flatter me kindly Shinsou.” You laughed.

“Anything but I assure you, (l/n).” Even with his exasperated tone seeping into his guttural voice, he threw you a small smile in welcome.

He enjoyed your presence and often did seek you out for it, ignoring the few who once scolded him for it years prior. He did not care you were a woman, woman or not you could kick anyone’s behind if you saw fit. You were here, just like everyone else, training to become a Knight. While many would complain, he knew you had the most reason to. Yet you never once spoke of the hardships of training. You bared through it, proving time and time again that you wanted to be here and you deserved to be as well.

“I say, you become Sir Aizawa more and more with every passing day, tis almost disturbingly so how you two are alike in manners.” You shook your head, grinning as you grab a bowl and began to fill it with warm porridge that was present on your right. That was one of the perks of finishing earlier than expected, besides having more down time, the food was still warm.

“If I am becoming my mentor than you must know you are surely becoming yours.”

“I am not as boisterous as you believe, Sir Hizashi is a man whose energy knows no bounds. No one can thinking of beating him in such a game.” You rolled your eyes, already picturing the assault your ears were to be faced with today as soon as you went to report. Sir Hizashi was a pleasant Knight and wondrous mentor, with many talents and a vast knowledge no one gave him enough credit for. Yet, he was always so terribly loud, often forgetting his surroundings and letting loose with wild battle cries and deafening laughs that stayed echoing through the valleys for months.

“You cannot play me for a fool, (l/n). I see it grow in you each day.”

“If you see me as Sir Hizashi then you must realize you will never be able to rid yourself of me.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow, a wooden cup up to his parted lips to drink the lukewarm liquid, “what is it that makes you believe such a tale?”

“Our mentors are both kindred spirits of course, they have known one another since childhood and they continue to be in each other’s life to this very day.” You beamed, a such intense look of happiness on your face Shinsou could not find it in him to pull away from it.

“How joyous,” his hand came to pinch the bridge of his nose as your dazzling look became devilish with the smug smile that taunted him so, “ you will only serve to deepen my scars of sleepless nights.”

“Oh Shinsou, I am afraid my presence can do nothing more to what is already permanently etched into your skin. Not even help it I’m afraid.”

“You may bet right.” He chuckled, looking down at you and plucking the apple from your hand that you had just picked up not a second prior.

“Oi-” He cut you off with a loud crunch of a now ruined apple, his chewing only serving to fuel your anger.

“You sly fox what was that for?”

“You always pick the most juiciest apples from the bunch, tis only natural I may want a taste for myself.” He used the red fruit to hide the twitch of his lips at your bewildered expression.

Your reactions were always the best to witness, always making an exaggerated face for no reason other than you could, or perhaps it was just because you never realized how much emotion you actually shown to others.

“I pick the tastiest apples for myself, not to share! You gluttonous cutpurse!”

The sound of loud footsteps heading in your direction caused the pair of you to halt your conversation and glance up, seeing a pair of Squires making their way to your table. You sent out a quick huff of breath, unsure if you were willing to deal with his attitude so early in the morning. Shinosu kept his mouth shut, unwilling to express his distaste as verbally as you, but still felt it nonetheless.

“Ah Shinsou! (l/n)! Tis good to see you both in high health this fine morning!” One smiled, taking a seat in front of you while the other boy took a spot to the left of him, diagonally from you.

“Kirishima.” Shinsou let out a curt nod, having no will ill towards this gentleman at all. Only confusion, if not pity, for how he has to put up with the child next to him.

“Good to see you in such high spirits as always Kirishima.” You gave a polite smile, quickly snatching your apple back from Shinsou’s unsuspecting hand.

You innocently smiled at the red head in front of you as if you did nothing wrong, ignore the glaring and grumbling from the boy beside you.

“You two are the ones in high spirits it seems!” Kirishima laughed as the exchange, seeing your pleased expression and Shinsou’s exasperated one.

“Tch.”

The noise caused a flutter of irritation to pass through you, but you ignored it and glanced at the blond who had not spoke a word yet. Focusing on filling his bowl with breakfast instead of pleasantries. He bit harshly into a roll, setting the ladled down once he finished scooping the now cooling porridge.

“Good morning Bakugou.” You spoke shortly, not wanting to be rude to the other member of the table.

“Shove off.”

You clicked your tongue, not knowing why you bothered in the first place as you knew that would be his response. Kirishima gave you an apologetic smile, changing the subject to ask about future events the current day will hold for the lot of you. He was always able to lift the mood so easily, no matter the circumstances.

It was an enjoyable breakfast while it lasted, save for the brooding boy who only chimed in with insults or annoyed grunts of disagreement.

“As lovely as this has been, I must be off now. I am assisting Sir Aizawa in his visit of a neighboring kingdom. We are simple escorts of the Chamberlain and his youngest brother. “ Shinsou sighed.

The sun was more visible in the changing sky, almost fully so. Only a sliver of it hidden from view as the sky lightened because of it, allowing the dim lanterns to be shut off and replaced by a brighter source.

“Oh,” You frowned, “I assume you will be gone for a few days then?”

“Three at most, if it can be helped.” He mirrored your reaction.

He never liked leaving you alone. He never has doubted your ability to take care of yourself, that wasn’t the issue. More so it had to do with the glaring boy sitting a few feet away, sharp crimson glaring daggers into warm violet. Bakugou was by no means the kindest man to his peers around him, but he seemed to have an extra special case of bitter anger for you that exceeded his normal gruffness by tenfold. Shinsou knew it weighed heavily on you, once friend turned foe all because of a dream. Yet you always pushed through, it was one of your most admirable traits in his opinion.

Your unwavering ability to overcome anything.

“Worried your protection will not be around to save you, (y/n)?” Bakugou sneered, his gaze never leaving Shinsou’s.

“You assume false, Katsuki. I have no need for anyone’s protection but my own.” You spat back, hating how the bastard wouldn’t even look at you.

As if he seen you as something less than a person, something that didn’t even deserve his time of day.

“Come now you two, please no fighting so early! Let’s end this breakfast in good spirits and go on with our day.” Kirishima pleaded, always being the mediator, bless his soul.

“A day is only so lovely when the face of that wench is not in my sights.” Bakugou hissed, clenching his teeth as he felt the anger rise in him as Shinsou stood and grabbed your arm.

You were half tempted to lunge at the foul-mouth boy, but Shinsou’s strong hand on your upper arm held you back.

“Leave the man-child be, let us be on our way. I bid thee good day gentlemen.” Shinsou spoke, cold eyes turning away from Bakugou to address Kirishima, the only person his goodbye was intended for.

“Enjoy your day, may it go by swiftly for you,” You spoke to Kirishima who just gave a wavering grin, uneasy at the tension that had grown. You faced Bakugou who finally had the decency to look at you, and you could see the vexation boiling in his eyes, “you hog-hearted knave.”

You left your farewell at that, ignoring the shouts he threw as you and Shinsou as you grabbed your dishes, bringing them over to be rinsed and then set inside the kitchens for proper cleaning from the kitchen hands later.

You glanced back at the table to see them both barley rising to follow what you two have just done, before turning back to your friend with a displeased frown.

“I wish you were not my voice of reason.”

“You would be damned if I were not.” He pointed out, turning to walk away.

“You are right, of course. Yet that does not mean I like it.” Your frown lifted into a tender smile as you reached out to stop him from walking off, knowing you going to have to bid your best friend farewell.

“Like it or not, I will always be.” He turned back to face you, saying those words on purpose. Understanding the weight of them. While the kingdom was at peace, that did not mean all danger was vanquished.

It was simply hidden better.

“Aw, so you do agree that we are kindred spirits? Shinsou you sappy sack of flour!”

“Hush your tongue, wretched girl,” He grinned, “You best behave while I am gone, understand?”

“Yes yes, I am able to to take care of myself and be without problems for a measly two days.” You rolled your eyes, mischief all over your face though the words you spoken were intended for innocence.  

“I am serious.” He deadpanned, noticing the look that only grew at his words.

“And so am I.”

“I do not believe it.”

“You are right to do so.”

He groaned as you laughed, shaking his head at you in mock disappointment. His look then hardened and he took your hand in his, as if he were about to shake it.

“In three days.” Seriousness in his eyes as he whispered.

This was an unspoken tradition between the both of you. A silent promise to return, return alive, in the allotted time given.

“In three days.” You repeated, your grip on his hand tightening before releasing altogether.

A smile crossed you both before you took off down separate paths, you glancing up at the sky wishing to see the stars once more without having to look back at the boy walking away. Because you knew, Shinsou was the closest thing you would get to accomplish your wild dream of holding a star. It may be silly, but if it would be anyone, it would be him: a shining star who had the world beneath his feat and the endless sky around him.

However, unknown to you, a different kind of star was staring into your back as you left. This star was as big and bright as millions of stars together and was known as the sun. And be damned if the sun was out shined by a measly twinkle in the sky he owned.

#bnha #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha headcanons #bnha bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x reader #bakugou #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugō #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha au #bnha female knight au #a knights honor #ch1 #mha #mha izuku midoriya #bnha izuku midoriya #bnha shouto todoroki #bnha shoto todoroki #bnha hitoshi #bnha hitoshi shinso #bnha mirio #bnha mirio togata #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha medieval au #knights honor

[wildcrisis]

A Child’s Wish

Tis the season, and while I know they don’t celebrate Christmas in Japan the way we do here in the US, I couldn’t help but write a little something festive and close to my heart. It’s not something that’ll appear in Flourish, but it is a part of the Flourish-verse (Aizawa adopting his nephew, Hitoshi). I wrote it up in a hurry and didn’t edit it -- consider it a quick gift! 

Summary: Five-year old Hitoshi notices the mall Santa, and absolutely has to tell him his wish for Christmas.

Below the cut!

Aizawa had always been rather neutral about the Christmas season. Growing up in the environment that he did, his family didn’t really celebrate the season much -- nor did their broken family really have much to celebrate. Throughout the years he’d played along with the normal Christmas traditions for Hizashi’s sake; trading gifts, helping the blonde decorate, enjoying a piece of candy or two. But, he’d never felt any passion about the season, not the way he saw it in Yamada’s eyes. He enjoyed making those close to him happy, sure, but all the trees, the gifts, the decor, the songs, they hadn’t really done much for him. 

Not until Hitoshi came along. 

Mic had, as he was wont to do, made Hitoshi’s first Christmas a big deal. At the time, Shouta had just gone along with it again -- his child was a baby who didn’t understand what was going on. They’d had a small, fake tree in their tiny apartment, with little gifts for Hitoshi under its glossy branches, tinsel and decor hanging just out of a small child-who’d-just-learned-to-walk’s reach. But, seeing “Santa” or opening a gift, it didn’t mean anything to a child that small. He got a little more into it the next year, Hitoshi giggling with glee as the paper shredded in his tiny hands -- a colorful toy hiding beneath. Again, Hizashi made sure it was well-documented; a picture of a beaming Shinsou and a reluctantly smiling Aizawa hidden away in a small photo album in his bedside table. 

By the time Hitoshi was three, he’d gotten a little more grasp on Christmas. He was beginning to understand who Santa was, thanks to Hizashi. Shouta bought Christmas-themed books to read to his son, who fell asleep too many times to count to stories of Santa delivering gifts and Rudolph proving his worth to the other reindeer to save the day. 

It was the first year Shouta felt it. The Christmas spirit. When he woke Hitoshi up that morning, and watched the look of awe, surprise, and glee on his son’s face when he’d noticed the gifts that had magically appeared under the tree overnight ( “Looks like Santa paid us a visit, Hitoshi. He brings gifts to all the little kids who’ve been good all year long, remember?”), it finally warmed his heart to the idea of Christmas. 

That single look of magic in Hitoshi’s eyes. 

The following year, Aizawa got more into the festive spirit. He played Christmas music occasionally in the house. He and Hitoshi built a gingerbread house together -- somewhat, anyway, as parts of it definitely disappeared into Hitoshi’s stomach. That year, he taught Shinsou about buying gifts for others -- like Uncle Beebee. While he still didn’t bother with buying a real tree (there was no way it would fit into the apartment), he at least bought a few new, flashier decorations for their plastic one, and a couple of stockings to hang up as well. He helped his son write a letter to Santa, detailing all the good things he’d done that year, and asking for an innocent gift;

“What would you like to ask Santa for, Hitoshi?” 

“To be a hero!!” 

“Hmm, how about something a little smaller for now? I don’t think Santa has enough room in his sleigh for a hero’s education this year.” 

 “ ... A mustache!” 

“Alright, kiddo, a mustache. How about a friend for Beans, too? Don’t you think he could use another kitty friend?”

“Yeah! A new kitty!” 

When Christmas morning came, Shouta felt his heart melt once again. Hitoshi, giggling with pure and innocent happiness, thanking Santa as he opened a gift and showed it off. He couldn’t help but smile as his son cuddled his new stuffed kitty close, as he marveled at the milk and cookies that Santa had “enjoyed” the night before, as he babbled about how much he loved Christmas. Hitoshi was more than excited to show off his new kitty, and booklet of fake stick-on mustaches, to Yamada’s family at Christmas Dinner later that day. 

Aizawa spent two decades of his life not really feeling much of a thing for Christmas. Not until his son came along. 

Now that Hitoshi was five, he was asking more questions that Shouta was having to defer to Yamada about. How did Santa deliver all those gifts? How did he keep track of everyone? Why does everyone celebrate Christmas? Could they stay up and try and catch Santa? Was Santa a hero? His son, however adorable, was a questions machine. 

Aizawa managed to stem the flow of endless Christmas-related questions by reminding Hitoshi that they needed to go pick something up for Hizashi. His son completely switched gears, grinning ear to ear with his bright, gap-toothed smile, purple eyes shining with delight. Shouta bundled Hitoshi up in his warm coat, wrestling a warm cap over his unruly mop of indigo locks, and hurried them off to the mall to look for something Hizashi would enjoy. 

Hitoshi’s hand clung hard to his own as they walked through the crowded mall, two sets of perpetually-tired eyes glancing over stores, over all the shining toys and gifts on display, over all the Christmas-themed clothing, reds and greens abound. Aizawa had to hoist Hitoshi into his arms so they could discuss what they thought Hizashi might enjoy, the noise of the crowd making drowning out Shinsou’s naturally quiet tone. Shouta carried his son down the walkway, holding him close, taking a moment every now and again to look at see that endless, joyful emotion reflecting in Hitoshi’s eyes. 

However, they didn’t quite make it to the store they’d been headed to. Instead, Shinsou let out a loud gasp, hands flying into the air and nearly smacking his father in the face, his little voice ringing out, “Daddy, daddy! It’s Santa Claus!” 

There in the distance was the mall Santa -- a surprisingly well done version, proudly plump, with red-dusted cheeks, a full white beard, and a genuine, kind smile. There was a small line to see him; children waiting impatiently, some bouncing on the balls of their feet while others stared forward, obviously a little terrified. Shouta knew it could go either way with Hitoshi -- he tended to be a little guarded with strangers -- but there was no harm in asking his son what he’d like to do. 

“Would you like to talk to Santa, Hitoshi?”

Shinsou’s innocent eyes fell wide with surprise, his mouth falling slack, “I-- I can talk to Santa?” 

Shouta chuckled, patting his young son’s back, “Only if you want to, kiddo. We could always write him a letter instead. He’ll understand.” 

Hitoshi chewed on the thought for a moment, his violet eyes turning skyward as he pondered. Finally, he nodded, “I wanna talk to Santa. I know what I wanna ask for this year.” 

Aizawa smiled and set Hitoshi down on his feet, leading him over to the line, “Alright. You wait for you turn in line, and I’ll be right over there with the other parents, okay?” 

There was a little reluctance in the way Hitoshi let go of his hand, but Shouta kept a close eye on his son as he stepped away, giving the nervous child a small, reassuring smile and wave every time he glanced over. Aizawa was proud, oh so proud of Hitoshi for being brave enough to stand in the line, alone, to talk to Santa on his own. Ever since his quirk had developed, Hitoshi had been a little nervous to speak to others; always shy and quiet with his eyes and head bowed. But, now, he was facing forward with determination, his little hands curled at his sides, violet hair poking out from underneath his stocking cap. 

What was so important, Aizawa pondered to himself, that Hitoshi would have such determination to tell Santa?

Ten minutes passed before it was Hitoshi’s turn to visit with Santa Claus. His steps were a little shaky as he marveled at Kris Kringle with awe in his eyes, filled with surprise and giddy energy. He was set on Santa’s knee, and Aizawa stood close by on the other side of the small gate with the other parents, listening in for a clue as to what Hitoshi could possibly want that had been so important. 

“And what’s your name, son?” Santa asked heartily, smiling dearly at the young boy. 

“H-Hitoshi,” Shinsou stammered back, clearly a little intimidated despite the joy he’d been feeling only a moment ago. 

“Now now, Hitoshi,” Santa rumbled a laugh, “No need to be frightened! Please, tell Santa what you’d like for Christmas. I know you’ve been a very good kiddo this year.” 

Shouta watched as his young son steeled his nerves, taking a deep breath and relaxing. He brought his little hands together in his lap, looking up to Santa for a moment, before turning his eyes to the ground. 

“ ... I wanna ask for something for my Dad,” Hitoshi mumbled as he fidgeted with his hands, finally turning his eyes back to Santa’s jolly face, “My daddy works really hard. He has two jobs, and he still always takes care of me -- and sometimes Uncle Beebee too, and he never asks for anything. I wanna ask you to give my daddy a present this year, cause I know he would be so happy to see one, like me. Please, Santa? Bring something for my dad too?” 

Aizawa wasn’t sure what reaction was on his face -- surprise, heartbreak, absolute adoration? His heart felt like it was going to melt out of his chest and drip into his boots. He pulled his scarf up around his face, turning his eyes away so that Hitoshi wouldn’t assume he’d been listening in. He heard Santa agree with another booming laugh, and glanced back only to see Hitoshi hug the man in red and thank him. Shouta needed more time to collect himself -- his face felt warm, and the ends of his eyelashes just a little damp. As Hitoshi rounded the corner, fast little footsteps quickly making their way towards him, Shouta reached out a hand for him, keeping his mouth hidden away. 

“Did you tell Santa what you want for Christmas this year?”

“Uh huh. Now we gotta find Beebee’s present!” 

“Right. Let’s get back to looking.” 

A week later, as Hitoshi woke up and ran to the tree in the morning, beating Aizawa to it, Shouta heard his son’s happy squealing voice. He rounded the corner into their small living area, rubbing the lack of sleep from his dark eyes as Shinsou bounded over to him, a box in his arms. 

“Daddy, Daddy! Santa brought you a present!!” Hitoshi grinned bigger than he ever had before, his violet eyes glistening, “Open it!” 

Shouta chuckled, taking the box from his son and setting it next to him, pulling off a big, surprised smile for Hitoshi’s sake, “Did he now? That’s quite the surprise. Let me have some coffee first, okay? You go ahead and open one of yours, and I’ll let Uncle Beebee know you’re up so he can join us.” 

Hitoshi bounced back over to the tree, crawling around to peer through his small pile of gifts. He sat on the floor, fingers tracing over the bow on one present -- and Shouta only barely heard the little whisper he gave. 

“Thank you, Santa, for making daddy so happy.” 

It was a moment Shouta would never forget, even as Christmas’s continued to pass by later in life and lose that magical spark they once held. 

Thank you, Hitoshi. Every time I think I couldn’t be happier or more proud to call you my son, you prove me wrong. 

You’re the greatest gift I could ever wish for. 

#wilds fics #flourish fic #aizawa shouta #shinsou hitoshi #dadzawa and shinson #bnha fic #wilds drabbles #christmas #i'll have to reblog this later when people are actually awake