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boytouya · 1 year

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𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌

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pairing: aizawa shouta x male reader

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY WHOO!! BEFORE THE DAY ENDS WHO WANTS TO CONFESS THEIR UNDYING LOVE FOR ME i hate this so bad

Love is in the air, a thickening aroma that’s much too sweet for your liking. It sticks to the peeling wallpaper within your room, it clings to your goosebump ridden skin, it’s plastered to every screen you turn to. It’s excruciating. It’s exhausting. There’s something wary, deeply injected into your bloodstream, that dims your eyes and dampens your expression when you catch another enamored by the undeniable paradox of love.

Still, there’s a twinge in your chest that you can’t quite place. Of something forlorn, something distant. Your jaw aches as you unclench your teeth and search for the remote tangled in your bedsheets. You assume your neighbors face the same tiresome debacle, with the sound of a creaky headboard smacking into the wall that separates your apartments. You’re not jealous, the thought of brushing your fingertips against warm, bare skin is almost nauseating. Of that, you are sure.

Valentine’s day, you deduct, is equal parts Heaven and Hell. Sweets are discounted, customers of your average, 9-5 job are a tad bit more relaxed— it’s the personal conquests you have to battle. Even the little things, like remembering how you left the remote in your living room.

You sigh, practically sinking into the floor as you drag yourself past the safety of your bedroom.

Quietly placing your feet on the ground, cold floorboards moan in protest with every painstakingly slow step you take. Your feet drag behind, making a humiliating mural out of your already pathetic appearance. The doorknob feels heavy as you twist it, sliding into the dimly lit living room with strained ease.

The impenetrable force of gravity pulls at your limbs as you search plush cushions, stress racking your body as a blanket of sudden tremors. The loud knocking at your front door startles you awake, your hunched back suddenly straightened uncomfortably. The idea of your friends (or maybe, lack thereof?) prepared to bother you into the night slows your stride, but something about the persistent knocking is unfamiliar. Not nearly as annoying.

Swinging the door open, you stretch the collar of your shirt with your pointer finger. The fabric doesn’t protest, loose enough to distort your silhouette to your liking. Leaning against the doorframe, you take in the piercing eyes staring back at you. The man, whoever he is, looks excruciatingly tired, with dark circles that cast shadows down the entirety of his chiseled face. Though, surprisingly enough, his stubble is cleanly shaved, not a hair out of place. Long, dark hair frames his face in two symmetrical strands, though they seem to have come loose from his low ponytail. Despite the styling he looks disgruntled, as if the crisp white button up is too tight at the collar, and his slacks are clinging to his strong thighs. Suspiciously your type.

“If you’re here to ask about how often I pray—“

“I’m not,” He blinks, slow as his eyes open and close. They look rather dry, heavy lidded and sleepy. His voice catches you by surprise, deep and smooth— but nonetheless warm and comforting. Still, he shifts in the doorframe, crinkling the gift wrapped bouquet of flowers in one hand, and nearly smacking the heart-shaped tin of chocolates in the other. Then, almost hesitant, he holds them forward, pressing them against your warm chest. “I’m your boyfriend… For the day.”

Suspicious rises in your throat, and your eyebrows furrow. Whatever that means, you don’t like it, even if he does wear the uniform to the overwhelmingly busy and overbooked ‘boyfriend-experience’ café downtown. He sure doesn’t look the type.

Plus he seemed much too eager to add in that last part.

You grunt, ready to slam the door in his flawless face before he opens his mouth to speak again and uses his foot to catch the slamming door. He doesn’t flinch, instead sighing as if this isn’t the first time he’s had his toes (and shoes) crushed beneath the weight of wood, “I was hired as a gift. From your….friend.”

Something tells you his lack of enthusiasm is highly against protocol.

You can’t help but discreetly laugh at his dryness, slowly opening the door to stare him down. Friendly enough, considering he’s being paid to be here, and you have to admit— the chocolate was a nice touch. Maybe your friend paid for that too. He lets you take the gifts from his hands, finally, with warm fingers brushing his knuckles. Admittedly, the contact is nice. Maybe even more than that. “You can keep your shoes on, I don’t care.”

You allow him to step into your apartment, disregarding the lack of emotion in his face as he takes in the sight of your house. Homely, clearly lived in— but bone chillingly lonely. His posture straightens at that, eyes settling on your back as you disappear into your bedroom. To change, he presumes, as you’d opened the front door in just boxers and a t-shirt. Cute.

He watches you waddle back out, socks padding against the floor as you scratch the nape of your neck nervously. What were you supposed to say? What do boyfriends who aren’t-really-boyfriends… do?

“Shouta Aizawa,” He— Shouta introduces himself, bowing his head in your direction. He clears his throat, listening to your voice chime in his ears as you introduce yourself in return. He lets you speak, though he was already told your name. While it’s a bit chilly outside, he considers the sight of you on a ferris wheel, watching as the Sun sets below the horizon, yellow light dancing on your face and across your eyelids. He remembers your interest in reading, and how you have an embarrassing passion for romance storylines. “Where do you want to go today? My treat.”

It really was his treat, the books you’d shyly bought despite assuring him time and time again that you didn’t need anything, resting in a cutely designed plastic bag that he held for you. Sure, it came out of his paycheck, but your shell was cracking. The previously hard and standoffish demeanor from your initial meeting was melting away. And, really, you just seemed very lonely. Aizawa falls into the boyfriend role much faster than he’d like to admit, sometimes clasping his hand around yours to get your attention— he’s a man of very few words. Each and every time, without fail, your face would brighten, as if the missing pieces of your puzzle were found and completed.

You get a few comments from strangers with genuine smiles, very polite and quiet responses of how cute you are together, how well you compliment each other. There’s a twinge in your chest that you can’t quite place whenever you hear it. Something forlorn, something distant.

Finally, Shouta lets you pay for the freshly made, heart-shaped meat-buns that happen to be twenty five percent off for the holiday, your cold hands curling around the warmth of the treat. He opts for a cat-shaped one, absentmindedly trailing his fingertip across the scored whiskers as he takes a bite. Your heart catches in your throat, beating loudly in your ears as you take note of the endearing habit. Your gaze must linger, because the same dark eyes from before are staring back into yours, almost looking right through you.

You laugh nervously, sinking your teeth into the warm dough before he can comment.

Selfishly, you don’t want the day to end.

He listens to you talk about your hobbies, interjecting more often than not with grunts of engagement. Your voice was nice, a smooth tone that made his heavy eyelids even heavier, and had it not been for the high pitched meow that interrupted your train of thought, he’d surely end up asleep in the middle of the sidewalk.

The two of you swivel around, sharing a silent glance as a stray cat scurries across the street. You’ve seen it before, a black and white tuxedo cat with lime eyes and a flat attitude. Its walking is tired and sluggish today, as if it’s had a particularly long one, and you quirk your head to the side, “He kinda looks like you.”

He tilts his head in the opposite direction, narrowing his eyes at the cat. He settles by the grass, sleepy and disgruntled eyes closing quickly after curling in on himself. The pattern of his front legs make a poorly drawn heart, and he wonders if you got him to look so closely solely because of that. Heat rises in his cheeks, but he buries his face into his sleeve, clearing his throat. Warmth floods the man’s stomach, planting sunflower seeds and blue skies. He turns his face away from your survey, clearing his throat as the air suddenly becomes much too humid. It seems you take his silence for an answer in itself. Very funny.

“No, really! I feed him sometimes, his posture’s crazy and he’s always tired.”

Ignoring the potential dig at his posture, Shouta takes a moment to imagine you feeding stray cats, snaking your fingers at them and running your hands through their soft fur. Your presence must be so comforting, so kind. You remind him of a prince, with warm features and a soft smile, albeit a little awkward.

Heart fluttering in his rib cage, Aizawa starts to feel like maybe he was the one who rented a boyfriend.

Continuing down the streets of Musutafu, Shouta doesn’t mind the way your shoulders brush. The way your cold hands brush against his, or the way your pinkies find themselves locked together. Comfortable warmth blooms from your body, and he wants nothing more than to hold it in his hands, cherish the comfortable silence and bathe in your body heat, hidden away from the chilly air that signifies winter’s overstayed welcome.

And, like clockwork, his deep eyes make contact with the bright star occupying the setting sky. Difficult to see through the trees and amalgamation of branches and leaves, but it shines through the cracks and into your hair. The smell of your skin lingers in the air, Aizawa’s mind empties, and his thoughts simultaneously erode whilst coalescing into a serene hum stuck in the far back of his head. The bittersweet tranquility floats above him for just a moment, descending as soon as sunlight leaks out of the trees. It stares back into his chestnut eyes, taunting him.

With a makeshift, golden halo, you speak. Unknowingly shining brighter than the brightest star in the sky. He can’t afford to fall in love on the job.

Shouta breathes, ragged and rushed and oh, so rocky as his heart hammers in his chest.

“I’ve always wanted to adopt a cat,” You start, nervous embers igniting in your lungs and smothering you from the inside out. It shouldn’t matter, maybe you’re crossing a boundary. This was his job, to make you feel cared for.. loved. Just for the day, he’d said it himself. Just for the day, which was nearing a close with every step closer toward your apartment. “A stray, I mean. I think the one we saw earlier has a partner, though.”

Aizawa raises an amused eyebrow at that, briefly thinking about his cat at home, “And?”

“Do you think on their first… date… That probably, honestly, wasn’t really even a date and happened on, uh, circumstance…was really a date? Like, did he ask his partner for a second one—could there be a second one? But… Without the…circumstances?”

“I think he speaks in circles,” You wince at his flat tone, nodding deprecatingly as you wait for him to continue. Your keys feel much heavier in your pocket, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Did he think his partner would say no?”

“Would he?” You ask, carrying yourself up the steps to your front door.

“No,” Aizawa stays where he is, watching as the gray stone sits unbothered beneath your feet. When you look back, it’s the first time you’ve seen him smile with teeth, pink lips quirked upward, and a bit wobbly from lack of use. “He’d agree to a second one. Free of charge.”

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that-guy-sleepy-miles · 3 months

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The rate at which I make Aizawa MHA trans is crazy

#sav art #mha #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #nemuri kayama #yamada hizashi #mha fanart #bnha fanart #trans woman art #transfem art #TMFoAS

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luciferten · 5 days

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I love having multiple headcanons for the same character. Like, yes, I headcanon him as a cis man, but I also headcanon her as trans feminine.

#this applies to the following characters:#chai hi fi rush #aizawa shouta #spock #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #shigeo kageyama #luigi #:P #trans #transgender #headcanons #text #fandom #forgot to put down:#bruno madrigal

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jasontoddssuper · 6 months

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Momo Yaoyorozu is a Miles Morales kinnie.To explain:

Teenage superhero of color

Black and red-coded

Child genius

An absolute sweetheart

Socially akward and dorky and lowkey weird(complimentary)in a way that makes her be coded as having autism,adhd and anxiety

Easily flustered

So cute and innocent looking you just wanna protect her from everything but she can handle herself and then some and then SOME MORE

Cool as all fuck

Witnessed an adult mentor of hers who's super flirty and cocky die in the line of fire(Hearing Midnight be killed/watching Uncle Aaron get shot)

Another adult mentor she has is a gruff yet sweet dilf with decades of experience in superheroing(Aizawa/Peter B)

Fashion sense is usually wearing big comfy clothes and/or layers

Self-eestem issues

Not canonically pastel punk or super into 'kiddy' interests but feels like she should be

RIZZ RIZZ RIZZ

Continuation:The people she's pulled are her best friend who's a gnc punk musician that loves talking shit and instantly latched onto her and protects her when other people are dicks to her(Jirou/Hobie),her other best friend who's on the opposite side of the autistic spectrum as her yet somehow also on the same one and has a rbf,an abusive and corrupted dad and a whole lotta shit going on for a long ass time but she helps him be okay and they make eachother feel normal and are a battle couple who're completely oblivious that they're in love despite acting like they're already dating 24/7(Shouto/Gwen)and a spunky black girl who's super self-confident but kind and has a unique design that makes her look not human(Mina/Margo)

Deserves a break big time and constantly gets underestimated but saves the world better than a lot of adults anyway

So in conclusion:

@malikselfindulgence

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shrkichigo · 1 month

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Happy trans day of visibility from class 1a !

And the league of villains

#mha headcanons #trans day of visibility #izuku midoriya #mha deku #yuga aoyama #koji koda #shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #tenko shimura #aizawa shouta #keigo takami #hawks mha #transgender

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soopjoy · 2 years

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It was the Birthday of two of my Best Friends in August, @/ivorylungs and @/ghostalebrije, pls say HBD to them even if belated 😭💖💖 I love them so much!!!

Transing their faves for their bdays 🥺💖 (and I am also a huge fan of Trans Mic djsmgjdn) 🏳️‍⚧️💖

#present mic #bnha #mha #yamada hizashi #my art #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #aizawa #erasermic #eraser head #suggestive #trans mic is just canon at this point tbh

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iwmmbfahw · 2 years

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the underground (x3) hero’s summer patrol save: drugstore cool drinks for <¥100

#present mic #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #erasermic #midoriya inko #erasermicinko #bnha #mha #nonbinary present mic #trans aizawa shouta #hero midoriya inko #shes an underground hero #and also 31 #heres another low effort post cuz i dont wanna write

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punkeropercyjackson · 17 days

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Todomomo is literally the closest you can get to a autistic4autistic t4t ship without it being canon or intentional.Shouto's dad is an abusive hypermasculine prick who's implied to be misogynistic(teaching Touya his views on women as a kid,that they're 'useless' based off their genders)and Shouto wants to grow up to be the man he never could and refused to be and dosen't care about gender at all,much less conforming to it's roles and gets called a pretty boy a lot and is way closer to his mom and sister than he is to either of his brothers,Momo is the daughter of a rich couple who adultified her to the max in order to make her the ultimate 'proper prim lady' with little regard to her emotions and mental well-being and only care about her when she lives up to their impossible expectations and she had to get that 'I have to be perfect or else i'm WORTHLESS and NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING' mentality from somewhere and it's not like she wasn't isolated from her peers by not being allowed to be a normal kid in any way(her mom didn't even let her go festivals and she had to sneak off on her first one with a fear of her finding out in the back of her head the whole time!That is NOT normal behavior for your child to exhibit,Doña Yaoyorozu!!!)and she presents femininily in a way that's viewed as artificial by assholes but it's just genuinely who she's made herself to be!Shouto explicitly inhereted his mother's build and hates that he keeps looking like his dad as he gets older and Momo's said to look older than her girl classmates even disregard her body type and towers over most teen guys!!!

Shouto has a neutral expression that looks purely deadpan and just a bit angry/annoyed and he's awful at socializing and he's insanely good at flirting with Momo but IT'S NEVER ON PURPOSE and Momo has a resting smiling face as her default look and she gets scandalized at regular teen behavior and she's an expert at navigating social situations with practiced politeness and they both take things literally and don't understand the dumb kind of norms and have a special fondness for a particular food because it gives them comfort(cold soba + tea types)BUT ALSO!!!!They have matching additional food motifs(bubble tea specifically + strawberry based things)and cordinated outfits with their own aesthetics(their sweaters,,,,,,that got turned into a running thing in the games and i believe official art too)and are canon cat people(*insert that 'All cats have autism' pic here*)and Momo is a bookworm while Shouto is a comics nerd and Momo got into alt music thanks to Jirou and has a love for desserts and Shouto writes platonic love letters to Rei and perfers the spicier/savoury kinds of japanese food AND THEN THEIR ACTUAL RELATHIONSHIP

Shouto voted for Momo because he thinks she's the best they're is but didn't verbally communicate it to her because it never occured to him he'd need to and Momo admires Shouto just as much and said it outloud to his face from the start and Aizawa being the only that helps them clear up the mix up?????His old autistic man ass that's married to audhd icon Mic?So Shouto goes into detail to Momo's face too about how cool he thinks she is and that's when they officially becomes friends and he never shuts up about her to anyone from then on,this nigga's new special interest is his best girl friend he's got a crush on,and he did notice she was sad when no one else did in an earlier part but had no clue what to do or say to cheer her up so they spend time together now that they're really buds and they both know just what to say to eachother by the War Arc and Momo finds Shouto being a fucking doofus with geeky ass tendencies and moments she could make a youtube compilation out of it if she was lil meaner to be so attractive she says he's perfect for Prince Charming as a role in a play Class 1-A did in one of the novel's.Izuku broke Shouto out of his ice,Jirou and Mina broke Momo out of her doll shell and now neither of them need to mask but what brought them together was being next to eachother at their worsts and at their bests and only thinking the latter no matter what or who said otherwise.Including themselves

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piedpiperart · 1 year

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TW: blood

Part two of Ghost Hero!

Part one

Part three

#danny phantom #aizawa shouta #dp x mha #recovery girl #if you are confused Danny gets thrown through a portal to the mha universe and Eraserhead shows up #these two are great #we stan dadzawa #mha #trans danny fenton #check out my insta for more lol #ghost hero comic #piedpiperart

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unidentified-ending · 8 months

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"Out of the Shadows"

Aizawa and Class 1a x ftm!bullied!student!reader

Angst with a happy ending

This may turn into a two/three part series

This is quite long so buckle up!

This is also set when the dorms were placed

Tw: Bullying, injuries and swearing

It all started when you were openly trans in UA, everyone was supportive or just couldn't give a shit about anyone's identity. Or so you thought.

There was this one group of kids in another class that would keep picking on you, first it was just the occasional teasing but when they realised you couldn't give a fuck, they got more serious.

Blood was pouring down your mouth and nose, as your bruised body lay in the hands of Iida and deku, running towards your classroom, shouting for aizawa or any teacher that was there. You laid there, barely able to stay conscious, unable to say anything from the lack of strength and energy you had in your bones, you wondered, what did you do so wrong to deserve this? As your mind slipped into unconscious, you heard very, very shallow footsteps coming towards you.

---Flashback to the day it started---

You were walking down the empty corridors of U.A, as the evening settled in, the sunset poured through the big glass windows, casting a warm and golden glow across the almost empty corridors.

Everything was peaceful until it got interrupted by some boys laughing down the corridor. You looked towards them to see 5 of the most disobedient and troublesome boys in the entire school.

Minato, he was their leader. Always intimidating people by his "awsome" quirk or stealing peoples phones or jewellery to keep for himself.

Haruki, he would manipulate people to think his actions were their fault and spread rumors about people and it would go around the whole school

Riku, he would mock people's physical appearances and call them names, which was detrimental to their mental health and harass and be violent towards his victims.

Asahi, he would force people to do bad things for him, stealing, bullying and giving him mercy ect. And he would always blame it on the victim

Then there was Kyou, he wouldn't do anything he would just stand behind the rest when doing there antics, everyone thought that he was forced into this and other thought that he wanted to be an actual hero but never knew how to become a proper one.

You snapped out of your thoughts and walked down through corridor, every step you took got faster and faster, when they passed you, they just looked at you and continued they're day. You sighed in relief as they passed you, unnoticed by the intimidating group.

Just as you thought you were free from them, Minato stopped in his tracks and turned around, you were a few feet away from them, keeping your distance and not turning back in case of any trouble.

"Hey you, turn around" Minato demanded, your heart sunk into your stomach as your heard his words, you turned around and looked at the group, staring you down like you were some sort of insane creature.

"Your that disgusting wanna-be-boy from class 1a aren't you" Minato laughed and all his friends chuckled in the background.

You huffed and started walking down the corridor again, knowing they were only going to continue throwing slurs at you for the evening.

"OI, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?!" Haruki shouted at you but you ignored them until your heard multiple running steps coming your way.

You felt a shot of adrenaline pump through your veins and you ran as fast as you could, you ran so fast that you felt your shoes getting hot. You bolted out of the school gates and quickly got your bike from the bike station and unlocked the lock with the key and quickly biked off into the distance.

Just then, the boys got to the exit but you were already gone

"Don't worry boys, we'll get em' tomorrow. Let's go." Minato told his friends and they went on.

As for you, you cycled all the way into your neighbourhood, you definitely got your cardio in for the day. Though all your thoughts were surrounded by Minato and his friends, all you had to do was avoid the kids, how hard could that be.

Luckily, your patents were supportive so you didn't have two problems on your hand.

The second you walked into U.A the next day you felt heavily on edge, like someone was watching you or observing you, though it was the early hours of 7:45 and class started at 8:25 so almost no-one would be here at this time.

Suddenly a hand was put on your shoulder and you zipped around in an instant, fear having the tightest grip on you, enclosing slowly but surely though when you turned you were only met with the worried look on Izuku's face.

"Hey Y/n, you look scared, what's up" Izuku asked worriedly as you relaxed under his touch.

"I'm fine Midoriya, I'm just a bit tense," You say as you turn to him and smile "what did you come and ask me for anyways" You say taking your bag off your back.

"Oh uhm its just that Iida saw you yesterday with Minato and his friends and we were wondering if you were hurt or anything" Midoriya asked quietly

"I'm fine really, I got away in time but no need to worry about me, I'll be fine. It was just a little dispute." You say knowing it was much more than that.

Midoriya grew skeptical by the second but let it go and said his goodbyes, you said you'd see him at the start off homeroom with the rest of the class.

You continued to get things out of your locker until another hand made its way onto your shoulder, you thought Midoriya or another one of your classmates wanted to ask you something but when you turned around you were with 5 boys surrounding you.

Without hesitation, Haruki forcefully seized your bag, flinging it aside, while Riku plucked your phone from your pocket, promptly passing it to Minato.

"Give it back, I'm not in the mood" You say, anger bubbling inside of you like a volcano ready to erupt.

"The freak isn't in the mood, just admit it, you're not a real man and you can have all your shitty stuff back." Minato challenged.

That did it, you grabbed Minato by the shirt and slammed him into the locker.

"I'm not fucking doing this shit today, give me my phone back and my stuff" You say, not up for the nonsense of the 5 boys.

"Alright, Alright. Boys give him back his stuff, here's your phone" He says while you let him down and he gives you back your phone and your bag is placed on the ground and they walk off like nothing even happened.

You were about to question it to yourself but then the bell went, you were going to be late for homeroom with Mr Aizawa

That'll be it for Part 1, the more action things happen on part 2 so stay for that. :D

I hope you liked it. If you did, drop me a like and remember..

Drink some water and eat something today, you deserve it ❤️ :D

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