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waterfallofspace · 1 year

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27 and 61 for E/rasermic with Mic being the sick one?

Thank you again for the requests!! (I've said this on previous ones, I'll say it again, as I'm thankful for them all!!) Writing M/ic as the sick one was new for me, so I hope I did a satisfactory job! I adore E/rasermic, so it was quite fun to explore their dynamic some more! Hope you enjoy!! <3 1.9k words, prompts 27 and 61, story under the cut! 27. “How long have you felt like this?” 61. “I can tell you’re sicker than you’re saying.”

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By the time Aizawa gets home, it’s well into the evening. Class had ended on time, but several students had questions about assignments. Because of that, grading papers was pushed till later, leaving him exhausted, and running several hours behind. As soon as he sprawls on the couch, Mic walks into the room, giving a gentle, albeit slightly strained, smile.

“Welcome home!”

“Thank you. I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a minute.”

This week the long days had quickly turned into long nights, with Aizawa spending all of his daylight at the school, and pulling all-nighters to catch up on hero work. Mic’s been supportive, but they both feel the strain of not seeing each other as much.

“Dinner?”

Aizawa manages to pry open his eyes to look at his husband as he approaches the couch. Mic’s signature smile is on, but his sunglasses are off, and his hair isn’t gelled up, just messy. ‘Probably laying down before I got home. 8pm is a touch early for him to be going to bed though, maybe just a nap, or watching a show?’

“I’m okay, had something while I was at school.”

“Was it enough?”

“For now. I don’t have patrol tonight, so I’ll eat breakfast with you in the morning, I promise.”

“Alright, love.”

With that, Mic presses a kiss to Aizawa’s cheek, before walking into the kitchen. Aizawa hears the familiar sound of the coffee pot being filled, ‘Mic’s making coffee in the evening…? Maybe he wants to stay up talking, it has been awhile since we’ve gotten a free moment together.’ before a not so familiar sound starts up.

“ihhngt’shii-! ehhgnt’iee-!”

“Mic, everything okay over there?”

“Yep!”

The answer is short, and Aizawa feels his mind slipping into teacher mode, trying to calculate every possible reason. ‘Those were likely sneezes, but for some reason he’s stifling. Trying to hide them, probably. His voice sounds normal, but he’s keeping his responses short, that’s not like him… making coffee in the evening… looking like he was sleeping before eight…’ Realization dawns across Aizawa’s face, a game plan starting to form in his mind.

“Hey, you brewing some coffee?”

“Yep, want some?”

There’s a layer of congestion to Mic’s words that wasn’t there a minute ago, Aizawa pretending not to notice as he strolls to the kitchen, cuddling up against his husband and taking the pot from his hands.

“Let me do it instead. Your coffee is okay, but we both know mine is better.”

Mic just hums in approval, letting himself lean against Aizawa for a second, before quickly straightening up. Aizawa gives him a questioning glance, before letting a smirk replace it. ‘His nose is twitching. He’s trying not to sneeze again. I’ll give him an out, just for now, only to get him out of the kitchen so I can switch this coffee for some tea.’

“Why don’t you wait for me on the couch? Pick something for us to watch before we head off to sleep, I could use a little time to destress.”

“Of course, Sho. Rough day?”

“Not particularly, just a lot of questions to answer. Those students may be great heroes one day, but they’re still teenagers for now, and some of them are struggling with the most recent course material.”

“eh’kNG’shhii-! hH’INktt’shiew-!”

Despite hearing the double quite clearly from the kitchen, Aizawa lets Mic continue believing they passed unnoticed. Finishing up with the kettle, he walks back into the living room, heart fluttering at the sight waiting for him. Mic has one hand pinched against his nose, the other fanning his face, eyes closed, head tipped back.

“Need to sneeze, Mic?”

Eyes snap open, Mic’s hands dropping into his lap, a red flush starting to lick at his cheeks. His nose, revelling at its newfound freedom, starts twitching. ‘He looks a bit like a bunny in this state.’ Aizawa lightly chuckles to himself, a grin starting to pour over his face.

“N- no… heHhh-!”

“Really? Sure looks like you do. Your nose is trembling, dear. Almost like there’s a tickle building, spreading deeper-”

“ShhAhH-! Shota d- don’t…”

“Like a feather, brushing every ticklish nerve, sending the itch across your face, buzzing through your sinuses… until all you can do is-”

“heH’EISSHH’IIE-! EIICHH’IEW-!”

“Bless you, Zashi.”

“eschh’ieww-! aiSHH’iee-! hEh’ESHH’iee-!”

Aizawa slips onto the couch beside his husband, kissing a blessing into his soft hair. Stroking his hand down Mic’s back, he lets out a sigh at the tension. Letting his voice soften, he tilts Mic’s chin up till their eyes meet, not missing the guilt waiting for him.

“How long have you felt like this?”

“N- not long… It’s not that bad, just a few sneezes, and a touch of a headache. Really it’s n- nothi… s- sorry gottasneez- ZZISHHIEW-! aH’AISHhh’iiee-!”

“Blessings. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You were ju-”

Mic breaks off into a cough, deep and chesty, knocking the wind right out of Aizawa’s lungs. His hand resumes its earlier motion, rubbing tight circles as tears spring to Mic’s eyes with the effort breathing now requires.

“Easy, shallow breaths, just let it out, it’ll be over soon.”

The words are surprisingly calm considering the panic dancing through Aizawa’s chest. Mic’s hand reaches up, finding Aizawa’s and giving a tight squeeze. Managing to open his eyes in between spasms, Mic lets out a hoarse whisper.

“I’m.. okay..”

“It would be more reassuring if you could breathe as you said it, Mic.”

A strained laugh breaks free from the coughs, Mic letting his fist playfully brush Aizawa’s arm, prompting a light sigh from the tired man. ‘He doesn’t seem worried about the cough, which means it’s probably happened before… how sick has he been- more importantly, how did I not notice…’ Aizawa thinks, letting the guilt he’s all too familiar with seep back into his brain.

“Hey.”

The word breaks him free, his focus lowering back to Mic’s level, noticing as his hand stills that the coughing has ended. Mic’s eyes look worried, though Aizawa can’t figure out why he’s the one receiving that glance. At least, until he realizes the hand holding Mic’s is shaking, in fact, his whole body is trembling.

“I’m okay, Sho. heH’inGHSHH’iie-! Bless me, sorry.”

“You’re not okay. I can tell you’re sicker than you’re saying. That cough was… how long have you been this way, Hizashi?”

“aieschhhh’iew-! heH’IESHH’iee-!”

“Bless you, but you’re not getting out of the question so easily.”

Mic gives a guilt soaked shrug, eyes starting to water as he meets Aizawa’s calm gaze. Aizawa gives his arm a light squeeze, reassurance dripping from his smile. He lets his other hand cup Mic’s chin, lightly bringing him in for another kiss, before letting him respond.

“I was telling the truth earlier, it has been not long, just a few days… but maybe I was exaggerating how slight the symptoms have been…”

“Love, it’s just me here. You can tell the truth, I just want to help. Your voice is starting to sound as rough as mine, so I know you’ve got a cold. I just need to know if it’s more than that?”

“Don’t think so. Just… hhaHh-! hAH’EISHH’iee-! eeaschhh’iew-! nngeSHh’iee-!”

“Blessings.”

“Thank you. It’s just the cough that’s bad, but you know colds tend to settle in my chest and throat. There was no fever last time I checked, and I don’t feel warm, just sore… and I keep- keep… eH’GNSshh’ieee-! which doesn’t help my throat.”

“I’m sorry, I should have noticed sooner.”

“It’s not your fault, Shota. We’ve barely seen each other, plus, it’s not like I wa- was… heHh-! eH’GNshhiee-! aischhh’iew-! Bless me! Not like I was broadcasting it. I didn’t want to worry you, you looked so exhausted when you got home from your jobs...”

“Hizashi, my most important job is taking care of you. Let me do that, okay~?”

A whistling cuts through the apartment, Aizawa rising to answer it. Pouring himself and his husband each a glass of tea, he spoons an extra dash of honey into Mic’s, along with a few squeezes of lemon juice. Handing the warm mug to Mic, Aizawa plants another gentle kiss on his forehead, relaxing as there’s just the usual warmth that comes from the energetic man.

“Drink this, love. It’ll help your throat.”

Mic takes a few sips before setting the mug on the table, gesturing for Aizawa to join him once more. Doing as he’s told, Aizawa settles onto the couch, Mic sliding in next to him, head resting against his chest.

“You’re quite the trickster you know. Switching the coffee out for tea behind my back?”

At the remark, Aizawa chuckles, the sound vibrating through his body, straight against Mic’s face. The sensation triggers another sneeze, Mic having nowhere except Aizawa’s shoulder to aim it, a pink hue spreading like wildfire against his face.

“hEH’AIESHH’IEE-! Oh- I’m so sorry, it surprised me I jus-”

“It’s alright, Zashi. Just lay down again, I don’t mind. Try to rest, I’m sure some sleep would help, we don’t want this getting any worse.”

“Thank you, Sho…”

“Let’s just both be glad there’s no fever yet, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my eyes open for that long after a week like this.”

Mic giggles lightly, letting out a faint groan at the memories, burying his face into Aizawa’s chest. ‘It’s lucky Mic’s quirk isn’t activated by the volume of the noise he’s making. It’s a conscious choice he has to make to start using it. However… that also means when his mind is too fuzzy, or sometimes if the tickle is too intense, it’ll break free.’

A memory flashes across his vision. They had been on a hero mission together when an unknown allergen had decided to make Mic its target. The first few sneezes had been fine, he was still able to stay in control, but the allergen had seemed unsatisfied with that result. Eventually they had managed to capture the villain, who had seemed deeply distressed by the sonic beam screeches Mic was letting out with every sneeze.

‘I had to keep his quirk erased for almost an hour after that. We never did figure out what brought it on, but it was certainly hilarious to watch the villain squirm as Zashi let loose towards an open field. I doubt he was planning on his heist going down like that.’

Aizawa casts a fond glance down at the man snuggled in his lap, recalling the flush in his cheeks was not too different from the slight tint living there now. ‘I should remember to check him for fever in the morning, and set out some meds. I assume he’s taken some already, so I’ll have to ask-’

“I… love you…”

The sleepy voice drags him out of his own head, Aizawa laughing softly at the tired fighting it’s way into the congested tone. ‘Just sleep now, Hizashi. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.’

“I love you too.”

With that, Aizawa lets his hand run through Mic’s loose hair, starting to hum lightly. He doesn’t sing often, but with Mic being such a music focused person, it’s become a little routine. Same as how Mic will often stand watch for him as he falls asleep, giving him the security to do so, Aizawa softly hums songs from the playlist Mic made for them. It gives him something to focus on, other than the discomfort, and is guaranteed to get him to fall asleep.

“hehh’eishh’iuhh-!”

“Blessings, my dear.”

Aizawa slowly feels his own eyes start to get heavy, hands slowing in Mic’s hair as he slips into a deep sleep too, curled in his lover's arms.

Not a safer place in the world.

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goodlucksnez · 1 year

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In sickness and health

So glommy and I voice this freelance but we liked it so much we decided to write it out

Fandom: BNHA

Words: 4622

Summary: Hito//shi has always done things on their own. Never needed anyone, never wanted anyone, until he found his forever family. This is uncharted waters, he doesn’t know how to act or behave. This becomes even more unclear when he gets sick for the first time with his new family.

All characters are adults and in their twenties! This takes place in a headcanon pro-hero timeline where Sh//outa and M//ic are married and are are employed at a hero agency, and living together. They adopted shin//sou and e//ri .Shin//sou is over 18 the class 1a and class 1b is in a college age so everyone is 18+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

IN FACT GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!

Both Shota and Hizashi have been out on a war meeting and case for the past week. Hitoshi was given 3 jobs, to make sure Eri is safe, the cats are fed and the house doesn't burn down. They left on Sunday and today is Friday. On Sunday when saying goodbye Hitoshi swore he would do his best on catching up with classes and training even without Eraserhead teaching him. The week itself hadn’t been exactly hard in retrospect. Make sure every morning Eri ate breakfast as well as the cats. Then it was a quick drop at daycare and then a 5-mile jog to UA. Rinse and repeat.

During the week it wasn’t like Hitoshi had time in the morning to make lunch so he mostly adopted the opportunity to work on classwork before he got home. After class picks up Eri, cooks dinner, and makes sure she and he does their homework and goes to bed on time, well for Eri he stayed up late working. The first few days they were working out the holes in the master plan but by Tuesday they got it down to a science. Wednesday a tickle started forming in the eldest throat, but that was fine some water or a hot drink and he would be good as new. As the days went on he grew worse and worse until the parents finally got home.

When Mic and Eraserhead walked in through the front door happily.

“We’re home!” Sure the mission was tiring but all they wanted was to see their kids and be home with them. Eri got up from her spot on the floor giving her attention away to her parents instead of the current cartoon Hitoshi had put on for her. Hurrying over to the pair, Hizashi bends down and picks her up, and kisses her cheek.

“Hey, there sweetheart, nice to see ya again!” Eri giggles and smiles brightly at them, Eraser giving her some attention as well for a bit. Then they heard Hitoshi sneeze.

“Hep-Knngk! Welbcome home.” The congested eldest said from his spot on the couch. He had taken a small nap but when the front door opened, he tried to seem conscious. He smiled before sniffing back a thick strand of mucus. He picked up the book he was attempting to study and flipped to a normal page trying to seem normal. Unannounced to him the book was upside down, of course, the Pro’s saw through this weak excuse in a second or less!

“Hello, Hitoshi, what are you reading there?” The black-haired Pro asked before taking a few steps closer. The first thing that struck him was the completion of the adopted son. He was always a little pale but this was an absence of color. The bags under his eye are more prominent. His nose is a tinged pink and his eyes are watery. To put it simply, he didn’t look well and Shota had no problem pointing it out.

“Hitoshi, you don’t look well.” Of course, he wasn’t mean or harsh about it, actually quite gentle. This didn’t make Hitoshi drop his guard. He shrugged, brushed it off, and answered the previous question.

“It's the history textbook” Aizawa tried not to laugh at his teenager after he noticed the paper in his lap which was for his math class and questioned a little further to prove a point.

“So you need your history textbook for your math homework?” Hitoshi looked at his book, then his paper, back to his book, and came up with his best excuse.

“I needed to kndow the history of the quadratic forbmula” He ended his words with a wet yet thick-sounding snuffle and cough. He knew had been caught but still, something was there denying the fact he was unwell.

The Pro pointed at the book, “Even upside down?”. He went to say something before coughing wetly into his fist and Shouta could swear he heard a small whine from the student in front of him. “Alright kid, how about we keep talking in your bedroom, come on.” The purple hair kid drew in a breath from his mouth before swinging his legs over the side and standing up. The color seemed to drain more from his face and he swayed on his feet before taking the next steps down the carpeted floor to his bedroom.

Once they get to the door of the eldest Shouta places a hand on Hitoshi's shoulder. “Really what is going on, are you okay?” Shinsou takes a seat on the edge of the bead before running a finger under his redding nose.

“As I said I am fide.”

Shouta takes a few steps to close the distance before sitting on the quilted fabric of the bed

“Kid you don’t have to lie and act tough” he points at the door where a concerned long haired leather wearing pro is leaning, “we are here no need to be so tough.”

The kid sinks into himself more and musters a reply after a few more desperate sniffs. “Well you kndow the foster systeb,” he continued after coughing harshly, “if they see you as weak they take advadtage so you learn to hide weakdess pretty quickly.” He finishes the statement and then looks down at the carpet.

“I know I grew up in the foster system as well, but you have a family now and we all love you. Right now- '' he pauses when the kid sneezes harshly, “bless you, are worried, are you sick?”

Hitoshi recovering from the unexpected sneezes shakes his head admittedly, “d’No of course d’not it is probably just allergies or sobethig all I ne-hih sniff ugh sobe tea or sobething.” Shouta pushes further, “In the middle of winter?”

Hitoshi could see that he wasn’t fooling anyone but still didn’t want his fathers to think poorly of him. This time he couldn’t think of much to say other than.

“I dod’t wadt you guys to be dissapoidted, I’b already behind the others so I’b trying to do as bmuch as I cad.” Aizawa shook his head and folds his arms, he was not mad more so saddened.

“Oh Toshi, you won’t disappoint us, you’re doing the best that you can but. You can’t run yourself into the ground to catch up. You’ll just get worse and be even more behind. You need to take care of yourself. You are not a machine.” Hitoshi couldn’t look at his parents as he felt ashamed of himself for even getting sick in the first place.

“Hitoshi” Hizashi gently called out as he wanders over towards the bed, he sat down on the opposite side still giving Hitoshi enough room to stretch out. But he didn’t, Hitoshi sat in a rather curled-up and hunched-over position. Hearing his name, Hitoshi looked over at the green-eyed blond.

“We love you, okay, and as your parents, it's our job to take care of you. I know it's hard for you because you’re used to guarding yourself and being isolated-”

“But…I failed, I am barely passing classes 1-B let alone class1-A. I will never pass at this rate, I keep trying and everything I do, I do wrong.” He pauses to cough and regain a panicked breath. “ I push myself so hard and everyone is improving except me…am I that broken…if I am what did you see in me!!” He curls tighter into his ball and buries his head in his hands.

Hizashi and Shouta hated to see their son like this. It truly hurt them knowing that all he wanted to do was prove himself worthy of being in the heroes course. With this, they got closer to Hitoshi and sandwiched him between them in a hug. Wrapping their arms around his curled-up frame, both kissing him on the temple and softly reassuring him of his insecurities.

“You are not a failure Hitoshi, we will never view you as a failure.” “Yes, you are a very strong and capable guy, and you’re doing your best. You are not broken.” “What we see is a strong-willed, compassionate young man who’s willing to train his hardest to get to where he wants to go.” Rubbing his back soothingly in hopes of calming a teenager down. It broke their hearts to see Hitoshi so panicked. It reminded them of when he was younger and would have breakdowns because of the bullying.

The kind words and gentle affection did help Hitoshi calm down. He wiped his eyes on the back of his shirt before curling into himself and coughing harshly. He looked up into the loving and supportive eye of his adopted dads and finally admitted in a whisper. “Dad, I do d’not feel good.”

Shouta smiled and gave a reassuring shoulder squeeze. “It's okay kid, are you sick?”

With his eyes in a faraway gaze, he simply nods before directing a few half-sneezes into his shirt.

“Hep-Knngk! Hih-hih Hep-Knngk!!”

“Bless you, I think you might have a cold, kiddo…so under the covers with you.” Shouta directs standing at the end of the bed. Hitoshi wobbles and then directs a cough into his arm before sliding under the patchwork fabric. “I’bm sick?” He looks heartbroken.

Shouta nods. “Looks like it, kid, it could be just a bad cold.” He directs Hizashi to go get the thermometer from the hall closet. He turns on his heel and standing behind him is a wide-eyed white hair Eri.

“Is big brother okay?” She asks with a voice pure and as soft as the first snow of the year.

Shouta nods before adding “he is just has a cold.”

She tilts her head almost too far before she falls. Then asks “He has a cold, he looks hot.”

Shouta laughs before turning to face her. “No a cold, it is an illness.” Hizashi, who has returned with the thermometer, blocks her way. “Make sure to not play too closely with him.”

Hitoshi pipes up “Hey Sunstar, can you do me a favor?” He pipes up and his voice is rough with congestion. She nods eagerly to help. “Great you are the man of the house now you need to make sure, the cats get fed, you get fed and you eat a green thing for me at every meal, can you do that for me superstar?”

Hizashi gave Aizawa the thermometer while he gently ushered their little girl out of the room. Leaving Aizawa and Shinsou alone. He walked around the bed and held it out. Hitoshi looked down at the device confused before looking up at Aizawa. He sighed before saying ”Under the tongue for 3 minutes.” He nods and puts it under his tongue and leans against the backboard.

After a minute he starts to stir and mumbles, “sniff dad hih-”.

“Yes, keep it under your tongue.” He turns back to his son and sees his eyes are closed and his nose is red and twitching…On no!

Hitoshi stammers out “hih- sneeze!!!” Shouta grabs the tissue box on the nightstand and hands it out to him. “Can you hold it?”

He shakes his head before turning to grab 4 tissues and sneezes three times.

“excT'chEHHH! hii–excT'chEHHH!hih-hi excT'chEHHH!"

“Bless you! That should be enough time for the thermometer, let's see.” The screen flashed a red 99.9. “A small fever but with medicine, it should be okay.” He glances at the purple-haired kid in bed. Poor guy, he doesn’t look well.

Shouta hands him a small cupful of the dark liquid. “Okay kiddo, normally we would have DayQuill but right now we only have Nightquil, however, it should help with that fever of yours.” The shaking kid takes the capful but just looks at it as if wondering what to do.

“Have you ever taken medicine before?”

“No,” Hitoshi sniffled after answering. “Okay, this is some medicine it should make everything a little better. I will get some soup in the meantime you just get some rest.”

Again the kid looks confused before managing a strained “Soup? Why?”

Eraser sighed before standing and heading to the light switch. “It is a good way to regain fluid as well as get you to eat.” The teen nodded before turning and stifling a set of sneezes.

The poor kid he’s going to give himself a headache or a sinus infection if he keeps doing that.

“Hey Hitoshi does not do that, you are going to make yourself worse.” Aizawa then gave the other a soft smile before saying. “Get some rest, I will be back later with some soup.”

Hitoshi laid down his eyelids, getting very heavy before darkness overtook him.

What seemed like hours passed in the blink of an eye and the next thing Hitoshi knew he was waking up feeling worse than before. The light was still on in the hall, so it could not be nighttime. What was he doing? Why was he in his room? With a sharp cough he remembered. Oh right he was sick at least that's what his adoptive father told him. He groaned as he got out of bed and slowly with a shiver touched his feet on the carpeted floor. ‘but he was stronger than this he could get through it he said to himself in a hushed manner, his voice congested and gravy. He stretched quickly ignoring the sharp pain that tickled his nose and throat before heading to the door gradually.

As he entered the brightly-lit hallway the tickle manifested in his nose he quickly brought his hands to his face to try to combat it, but it was too late. As he breached the entryway of the living room he doubled over with some harsh sneezes that tore his throat and made him cough.

“excT'chEHHH!hih-hi excT'chEHHH!”

The dark-haired man who was sitting on the couch quickly turned before offering a rushed blessing. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“Can't sleep anymore,'' he pointed at his face before sniffling wetly “congested.”The older man sighed before standing up with a groan and heading over to the swaying son. “I'm sorry buddy come on let's get you to the couch before you fall.” Eraser helps the oldest walk to the couch before sitting him down and grabbing another blanket off of the coffee table and putting it around the kid.

The kid looked miserable, his nose was red and chapped, his eyes dull and glazed over and his complexion was that of a very ill person. Shouta felt his heart twinge a small moment of regret and pain. He thought to himself ‘how can I help then’ , he remembered on some of his bad allergy days what Mic had done for him and I thought it sprang to his head.

“I know buddy this sucks hey I have an idea that might help I want to go get a few things okay,” He says as the kids slowly nod he wasn't a hundred percent sure he actually heard him but he went up anyway to the medicine cabinet grabbing both a Neti Pot another box of tissue as well as some Vaseline.

When he returned he sent the items he carried on the coffee table and Hitoshi just looked at him confused. “What the hell is that,” he replied, his voice congested. Eraser replied by filling the Neti Pot with saline solution. “This is a Neti Pot. I am going to try to help your congestion. Tilt head completely over to one side. This relies on gravity to work. While breathing through your mouth, I’m going to gently pour water into one nostril. The solution will then begin to drain out the other nostril.”

The kid looks at him dumbfounded. “I know this sounds scary but it should help.” He points at his face.” I use this during allergy season when my sinuses are all clogged but don't worry it is sterile. It should help clear you out a bit.”

The kid replies with a wet sniff before wiping his nose on his hand. The poor thing looked so worn out.

Shouta grabbed the small bucket to catch the water and told the kid to turn his head to the left. “Now this is going to feel uncomfortable but you will be fine just keep breathing.”

He tips the neti pot up so that the water begins to flow into his nose. Hitoshi begins to feel the water moving through his sinuses, which is a strange sensation for him. He thinks to himself “Don’t panic. Focus on breathing through your mouth.” Eraser keeps reassuring him. “That's right, great job, almost done.” As he finishes with the right side he hands a few tissues to Hitoshi. “Blow” he commands. He does it with a wet disgusting sound. They repeat this on the other side which ends with Hitoshi coughing a little of the salt water up which he spits out quickly before turning to Eraser with pleading eyes as if to say not to do this again.

Eraser pats him on the back “you did so well we don't have to do that again. One more thing then you can rest before the soup is down in an hour.” He takes a small Q-Tip and the vaseline and holds them out to him. This is like lotion. It should help with the soreness as well as any chappedness. I am going to put this around your nose okay.” Hitoshi nods before wiggling his nose and sniffling. Eraser opens the scent-free bottle and dips in the Q-Tip before exiting with a Big glob of Vaseline on the end he starts around the corners of Hitoshi’s nostrils which are slowly becoming redder and redder by the second before slowly going around the nostril and the septum. Almost immediately his nose reacts and he takes a few hitching breaths before stammering out, “Dad…Himbguh hhhdahh…HDTSSCHH! Hehhkisshhhue! HxxSCHHhiew! Hehh…hihhdtSSHHh! Ihdtshh! Hehh…HEHSHHHhih!”

He pants before covering his face with his hands. “I’mb Sorry I did- Hih didn’t mean to, Oh…oh fuhh- fuck. It hehh-ehhH…EhhhtSHHhue! HghhhSCHhiew! KSSSHh! Hh-hehhh…hehhdtCHHiew! guhh…it… heh… it tickles so mbuhhh…hahh…HihhhTSSCHhiew! Isshiu! Hehishhhu!”

Eraser grabs a handful of tissues before wiping Hitoshi's nose. “Bless you sorry I didn't know you were so sensitive”, he paused when Hitoshi started hitching again, “got any more in there?”

ihh’IHHSHH! Hehh…Fugk…HEH dtx SCHhu!” He finishes with a stifle and covers his face before blowing his leaking nose with the tissues Shouta is handing him. “I have never sneezed so b’much in’d b’my life dad, sorry.”

Shouta feels his heart break “No, need to apologize you are sick it happens, you feel any better?” He asks while putting the vaseline down. He rubs his nose which is going to become raw at this rate, he replies with a very congested no before continuing, “Can you put the lotion on, it feels better.”

Shouta nods before asking, “Are you sure that was a pretty intense reaction?”

Hitoshi nods so Shouta takes the Q-Tip gently as he can quickly go around the poor inflamed nose. It does twitch but Hitoshi does not sneeze. ‘Thank god’ Shouta thought to himself before helping the both of them stand and walking back to his room. “I will wake you for some soup but just rest. That was a lot and I'm sure you are tired”. He nods his eyes already closed, Eraser can hear a small snore by the time he shuts the door.

The next time Hitoshi wakes up is by Shouta carrying a bowl of steaming liquid on a tray. Hitoshi feels himself tense up as Shouta comes over with the soup. Maybe he’s gotten hungry enough to eat or he is worried after he does Shouta will realize what a pain he is and want to get rid of him. He nods and slowly moves to start eating it. The hot broth is soothing on his throat. He can feel his nose threaten to run again and he’s sniffling even more as he continues to eat.

“When’s the last time you ate kid?” This question made Hitoshi think for a second and that made Shouta sad.

“I think like Tuesday” Now the raven-haired man was rather shocked, it was Friday!

“Toshi it's Friday” “I d’know” Sighing, the teacher shook his head knowing the other didn’t truly need to be lectured. So he let him eat the soup without fuss.

“It's good,” Hitoshi commented, Shouta smiles before continuing.

"'It's homemade soup. After dealing with All Might and his immune system you pick up a few things."

Hitoshi nods again, finishing about half the bowl before setting it down on the tray. The heat and steam feel good, but it’s started to have another undesired effect. He sniffles hard against the back of his hand before the tickle becomes too much. And it’s going to be a mess. Fuck. He pinches his nose shut as he succumbs to a sneezing fit. “ihh…gXT…huh. ndh…hh…H’gt…nXt’shh huhh…” He lets out a shaky breath, ears popped and congestion crackling behind them. “Ow”

When he opens his eyes Shouta is handing him some tissues. “Bless you, you shouldn’t do that, it will make you worse. Let them out, no one here is going to be upset with you. In fact”, he continued while pulling out a purple half piece of cardstock, “you already have some mail” He winks and Hitoshi looks at the child drawing of him and Eri holding hands.

In the Foster home he never got along with other stereotypical males but he never had a younger sister before, this was something entirely new when he came to this household. Very quickly he realized he would do anything to protect her. As tears came to his eyes and he sniffed back congestion he looked at the picture of the two of them. It was a poorly drawn stick figure messy with crayons and glitter but still, this was the nicest thing anyone had done for him in a long time and he fought back tears. When he opened the folded card, what could only be described as a mountain of glitter spilled out all over his lap and the tray of soup.

The inside is covered in glitter, ‘Eri must have used a whole tube’ He thinks as he runs his hand absentmindedly across his face. The card reads ‘my big brother, I feed the cats, and daddy and papa brushed my hair, they did not do it the way you do it, so get better so you can brush my hair again. Love Eri’. He smiles and wipes his nose again. He smiles and looks up at Shouta before a strong tickle overtakes him and he finds himself being thrown forward by the force of the sneeze.

“HehhISHHhue!! Hrshh'Hhuu!” He did not have time to cover so the pile of glitter from the card in front of him exploded out not only onto the bed covering not only him but the man who adopted him. He looks up bracing for a slew of curse words and maybe some pain but is met with laughter. Shouta Aizawa is laughing. It takes a second for him to realize that he is staring. The image in front of him is pretty unbelievable.

Shouta Aizawa, who can disarm a classroom with one glance, and can erase the quirks of anyone he sees, is covered in a fine layer of pink glitter covering his face, beard, and half his torso. And who is now laughing softly at his son of course with no mal intent more so he just found it funny.

“Bless you that one snuck up didn't it.” He says laughing. Hitoshi can't help but smile. Shouta begins wiping his shirt and then he pauses and a blank stare crosses his face. His hand comes up to his nose and tries to wipe away the glitter that is plastered to him. His eyes blink a few times before he quickly takes his shirt and directs a harsh fit of sneezing into it.

“HiHH! Hig’xxshHIEEW! h-hUuh huusshhhTCHuu! HiiihHDShooo! Mnng bless, snFFF!” Shouta lets out a set of strong, wet sneezes, quickly soaking the top of his shirt before he grabs tissues and tries to blow his nose while speaking. “Whew sorry, Hitoshi I'm okay.”

Hitoshi feels his stomach drop. Did he get his dad sick? Surely that had to be the case in all the years of knowing Aizawa he had only heard him sneeze a handful of times mostly due to allergies or Hizashi playing too rough. Hitoshi finds his voice after another set of harsh sneezes from Shouta arrives. “HiHH! Hig’xxshHIEEW! h-hUuh huusshhhTCHuu! HiiihHDShooo!”

“Bless you dad... Did I get you sick?”

Shouta pauses, his eyes watering, and quickly shakes his head causing more pink glitter to fall. “No, no .no I am fine, some glitter caused this, you did not get me sick.” He notices the frightened expression on his son. “Even if you did, I would never blame you, don’t beat yourself up.” standing up he shakes off a good handful of glitter onto the ground before yelling to Hizashi to get the vacuum. “You did nothing wrong kiddo, your only job right now is to–Hih -hi-hold on,” he turns and directs a few sneezes over his shoulder. “Hihh KSSHH! Mnnff~ Hidsshhhhiiiew! Issh- itshh- hisshhh! Hnnn~ H-huhhh hiiizZZDSHhh!” He sniffs before continuing “Ugh sorry I will have a word with Eri about the glitter next time, your only job right now is to rest, we do not want you to get worse and we have to go to a doctor.”

Hitoshi’s blood runs cold. He stammers out “Doctor?” Shouta nods

“If it gets worse we might have to.” Hitoshi shakes his head vehemently. “d’No d’no doctors, please d’no.” “Woah kiddo calm down, breathe.”

He did everything in his power to keep himself grounded, but every time he tried to grip the blankets or pillows, his body suddenly felt weak and the shaking got worse every minute. He hated the audible whines that came from his mouth when he tried to keep himself from panicking, but he couldn't help it. He knew that, yet he hated it anyway.

“Easy, breathe I’m not going anywhere.” Hitoshi struggled but took a breath. Over the next few minutes, they sat together and eventually he calmed down. And sank against his pillow exhausted.

“Good job kid that’s it, rest. I won’t leave till you're asleep. Okay”

He went to move and Hitoshi asked: “Can Mic come in, I’bm sniff okay but I have a question for him.” Eraser nodded before grabbing Mic, filling him in quickly as they walked back to the room.

Hizashi walked into the room. “Hey little listener, not feeling too great. He said as he sat down and rubbed his arm. “Can you sing to me?” Hitoshi asked in the softest voice. Mic sat up straighter “Oh course little listener at least someone appreciates the arts in this house. Ahem…” he begins to sing softly. As big of a personality as he has he knows what the situation calls for and begins to sing a lullaby from one of Eri’s TV shows.

Calma, Calma,

Calma mi nino,

Everything's alright,

The thing you fear is no longer near,

No need to be so frightened!

Calma, Calma,

Calma, ¡Calma!

With that Hitoshi fell back to sleep with ease. Snoring softly from the congestion in his nose.

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wawa-boonliang · 7 months

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Flufftober Day One: I've Got You

Summary: this is based on my BNHA fic Never and Always, Eventually found here

Aizawa was retired. He wasn't a teacher. Technically he wasn't a Pro. Even more technically, he wasn't a consultant to the agencies of the overgrown children he used to call students, for all that they still called him for his experienced opinion every other day. He absolutely hated that they did this. He wasn't at all warmed by the reminder he was still important to them, so many years after they'd left his classes.

Years. It had been years. He wasn’t ancient by any means, having just had his fifty-sixth birthday that month.

(He was surprised despite everything when he came home one day to two dozen brats making themselves busy, the smell of fragrant food in the air and a beautiful five-tiered cake sitting on his coffee table surrounded by a small mountain of poorly wrapped packages.)

But most heroes who survived to retirement age retired early. Joints didn’t last forever. Neither did hearts or lungs. The extreme physical and mental trauma heroes put up with sped up the aging process by a good margin.

Nowadays, he busied himself by looking over cold cases and puzzling over them for the hell of it, to give his brain something to do. He went on walks. He napped as much as he goddamned felt like it. He sometimes went to work with Hizashi and watched from the corner of the room as he did his radio shows.

Occasionally (often) he’d be watching some snot-nosed toddler or preschooler or kindergartener or elementary schooler that was the progeny of his old students. He always (never) reprimanded them when they referred to him as “Grandadzawa”.

(Hizashi had cried the first time Iida Akari had called him “PawPaw Mic.)

In any event, he was retired and happy to be. Which was why he furrowed his brow in confusion when he got a call from Detective Tsukauchi, who somehow hadn’t retired yet himself. For a moment, he considered not answering it. But what if it was important? What if he regretted it later? Aizawa sighed deeply. Hizashi looked up from the couch from where he was playing a game on his phone that Kaminari had introduced to him. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I’m not sure,” Aizawa answered, briefly glancing over in his direction. The years had been kind to Hizashi. His hair was still mostly blonde, still thick and healthy. His eyes still shone with intelligence and, more often than not, mischief. The lines on his face were from laughter, and the slight stoop in his shoulder only made it easier to hug (his grandchildren) random children they had no personal affiliation with.

With hesitation, Aizawa answered the call.

“Eraserhead,” Tsukauchi’s voice sounded anxious, but not frantic.

“Not anymore,” Aizawa interrupted him.

“Well, we need him. Or, at least, your quirk.”

“I’m sure the some fifty-odd pro heroes you’re in contact with are more than enough to deal with–”

“It’s Mindjack.”

Aizawa froze.

Sensing his opportunity, Tsukauchi hurried to get the rest of his request out. “There was a villain attack downtown, a new one. We didn’t know their quirk going in, but it seems to cause some kind of fear reaction. He won’t let anyone near him without attacking, and we’re not sure how long it will take for the quirk to wear out on its own.”

“Where downtown?” Aizawa’s shoes were already on, and he was halfway out the door.

“Baby?” Hizashi called after him.

“It’s Hitoshi!” Aizawa shouted back, not bothering to move the phone away from his mouth, listening with one ear as Tsukauchi gave him directions. By the time Aizawa had started the car, Hizashi had clambered in next to him.

“Can you give me anything else?” Aizawa demanded. “What’s his status?”

“He took some damage and the villain escaped–”

“I don’t fucking care about the villain, how injured is my kid?” Hizashi stiffened and took the phone from Aizawa, smoothly putting it on speaker and holding it between them.

“A laceration to the upper leg and a mild burn on his left shoulder. Other than that, he doesn’t seem to be injured aside from having been knocked around a bit.” Aizawa bit down on a growl. That was vague enough to potentially mean anything from a few bruises to internal bleeding. “I’ve got to go, it’s getting out of control. What’s your ETA?”

“Out of control?!” Hizashi demanded.

“Mindjack is attacking my men–”

“We’ll be there in five,” Aizawa spat out, slamming on the gas and yanking the steering wheel to the right, swerving through an intersection. The flashing of red and blue lights flickered to life behind them, a siren sounding. Aizawa ignored it, speeding up.

“He’ll be okay, Shouta,” Hizashi said, though it would have been more soothing if he didn’t sound panicked himself. “He’ll be okay, and we’ll take him home, and we’ll call Fumikage and we’ll all have a nice night in…”

Shouta let himself focus on the road and on Hizashi’s babbling, ignoring the sirens and the sound of the cop behind them shouting for them to pull over. Three minutes later, they were at the site of the attack, leaping from the car. The two of them gave the cop who had been following them no mind as they passed Tsukauchi. “Take care of that imbecile,” Shouta snapped at one of his men before turning to the detective. “Where’s my son?”

“ GET AWAY !”

Shouta whipped his head towards the familiar voice. There was Hitoshi in all his 6’3” glory, hair a wild mane and capture weapon flying with deadly accuracy at the other pros trying to calm him down.

“Dad!” Pro Hero Pikachu bounded over to him. “He’s not too badly injured, but he’s freaking out real bad. I don’t think he recognizes any of us.” Aizawa nodded at him, taking in the other faces around them. Red Riot was there, as was Sweet Cheeks and Princey and a few other Pros who weren’t as important. Red Riot was closest, taking direct hits with his quirk and speaking in a low, soothing tone, though he kept getting pushed back by Hitoshi’s weapon.

“Everyone, back away!” Aizawa ordered them, striding forward, Hizashi at his back.

“We’ve got this, babies,” Mic assured them. “Just leave it to us.”

“Dad!” “Papa!” “Père~”

Aizawa spared a glance for them before focusing entirely on Hitoshi, his quirk activated. Now that he was closer, he was able to see Hitoshi’s chest heaving with frantic breaths, a thick sheen of sweat on his face, his eyes in panicked flares and his skin pale. Using his quirk didn’t seem to be doing anything.

“ NO! NO! You’re not real. I know you’re not real. It’s a trick. YOU CAN’T FOOL ME!”

Aizawa dodged the capture weapon as it came flying towards him, moving in closer. “Toshi,” Aizawa called, voice low. Hitoshi’s eyes flicked towards him, and he hesitated. “Sweetheart,” Aizawa gentled his voice more. “It’s just me. Mic’s here, too.”

“No…No you’re dead.”

“Why would you think that, lil’ listener?” Hizashi crept closer, taking the opportunity now that Hitoshi had stopped using his weapon. Perhaps Aizawa really had managed to deactivate the quirk, and what remained was just some good old fashioned paranoia. Hitoshi let out a sob that pierced Aizawa’s chest.

“I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw–”

Aizawa had reached him, wrapping a palm solidly around the back of his neck and pulling the hero into him. “It’s me, Hitoshi. It's just me. Whatever you saw was a part of the villain’s quirk, but it’s over now. It’s all over. It’s okay, Toshi.”

“Don’t use his face,” Hitoshi was struggling weakly, but the fight seemed to have gone out of him. “Don’t use his voice.” Hizashi came up behind him, wrapping them both up in his arms.

“It’s just us, buddy,” Hizashi cooed, pressing his lips to the top of Hitoshi’s sweaty hair. “It’s okay. Let’s get those injuries checked out, huh?”

Hitoshi wasn’t struggling anymore, but now he was trembling harshly. Though, when Aizawa pulled back a bit, he saw a bit more clarity in Hitoshi’s eyes. “D-dad?”

“It’s me, son,” Aizawa stroked his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

#flufftober #fanfiction #fanfic #bnha #dadzawa #eraserhead #asexual #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writer #flufftober 2023 #hitoshi shinsou #wawa boonliang

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roseyjustice · 1 year

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For the flustered ask, you get one for Present Mic and one for Aizawa! >:3c

Think about helping Mic style his hair in the morning! You get to see how long it is and run your fingers through it while you help him put what I'm assuming is 5 gallons of hair gel into it and you get to kiss him when it's done and tell him how pretty he is!

And for Aizawa, imagine giving him a little self care day since he tends to neglect it a little! Washing his hair, making him some tea, taking a nap together, just a full day of relaxation and alone time! 🥺 @rexscanonwife

PLS THE SOFTNESS THE TENDERNESS IM AKCNDJCNSIJCNSDOJX !!! Ive been thinking about this for daaaays omg 😭😭

Judas has such a fun time bullying (affectionate) Hi.zashi about his hair routine but always helps him after he comes in from hero work to brush it out and get it soft oough !! and and i can totally see him and Ai.zawa being extra busy and just building a pillow fort and chilling out since they both have a hard time taking time to unwind. They fall asleep in the fort and Hiza.shi comes home to find them and THEYRE ALL JUST SO PRECIOUS IM CRY !!

#jane ☄️#I DOODLED THESE DO FAST RN #this has been rotating in my brain just cooking 😭😭🥺#they all help each other to unwind and just love each other sooo much oough 💖💖#self ship community #bnha self ship #self ship art #doodles #ship: wrapped up in our song📢#💌 mail time 💌 (asks)

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hizashi-lover193 · 2 years

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Heyoo! Hope your days going smoothly. Thought I'd request a fic/prompt(??)

How do you think the UA teachers (Eraserhead and PresentMic )would react to being pranked by 1-A? I feel like Denki, Sero, and Kirishima might be bored one day and head over to the teachers dorms to prank them....

They'd prolly do something extreme; renting a bunch of animals and just stuffing them in their rooms/infront of their doors?

Hopefully this request isn't out of your boundaries!

Characters: shinsou denki aizawa mic sero nezu izuku and iida

Authors note: my laptop froze while doing this, so this is typed from a phone. Low effort is caused by severe anger.

Plot: a group of kids decides to prank two teachers

Content warning: none

Class 1a sat in their classroom, bored. Aizawa was late, again. It was becoming more and more frequent for this to happen. Sero leaned back in his chair. "I'm so bored!" He groaned. Iida stood. "Sero hanta! Stop leaning in that chair, you'll weaken the legs and break it! "

Denki smiled after having thought for a moment. "Hey we could always prank the teachers! " he said. Sero leaned forward in his chair, making a loud cracking sound. "Yes! " he said excitedly.

Kirishima looked pretty worried. Uh... I don't think that's a good ideas... We could get detention, or worse, expelled! " denki shook his head. "Relax, they can get a joke! I think... We'll be fine!"

Sero nodded. "Yeah, it'll be fun! " kirishima seemed to hesitate. "Alright... "

Shinsou looked up from his nap. "Seems fun. I'll join."

Soon, aizawa walked I to the classroom, not even acknowledging the fact that he was late. He quickly started class, and the rest of the day the group decoded what they would do. They decided on two victims, Aizawa and Hizasi.

While they were discussing what they would do, Shoto offered to pay for whatever supplies they would need. At first, the group tried to tell him they would be alright, but soon realized they would need his money to buy things for the pranks. So, they hesitantly accepted.

A couple days before the plan would take place, izuku and iida approached, warning the group of the consequences. The group shrugged then off, however.

The morning of the plan, Shinsou replaced all of the coffee grounds in the house with chocolate powder, placed twenty sided die in aizawa sleeping bag, added an obscene amount of auto tune to hizashi's microphone, and had Denki fry Hizashi's sound limiter, making it cancel mics quirk.

When hizashi's took a shower later that morning, the roots of his hair had been dyed pink before he realized that something was wrong with his shampoo. He screamed in horror, causing aizawa and shinsou to run into the bathroom. Hizashi's as in tears, yelling about his hair. Aizawa and shinsou comforted him, suggesting he wear a hat or hood to cover the pink.

Aizawa made his coffee without having the time to even sip it before he needed to go to the school. He walked into hi classroom to find everything taped the the ceiling. He sighed, taking a sip of what he thought was coffee. He spit it out and discovered that it was hot chocolate, not coffee. He used the coffee machine in the teachers room to make extra strong coffee.

He took his supplies off the ceiling and slipped into his sleeping bag. Something stabbed into his side, causing him to get out of his bag and dump it out, revealing several twenty sided die in his bag.

After a little bit, hizashi's walked into his classroom with an auto tuned voice. "Just don't use your microphone today. Your voice is already loud enough as it is" he suggested. Hizashi's went back to his classroom just before the students came back.

He sent sero, denki, and shinsou to the hallway, explaining that they would be used as an example as what happens when you don't take this class seriously.

The three boys, aizawa, and mic made their way to nezu's office. Aizawa wanted them expelled, but hizashi was able to talk aizawa down and get almost a month of detentions for the three boys instead. Shirt so us hair was also dyed brought pink. Shinsou still bought it was worth it though.

Kirishima soon admitted to being involved, and he got two weeks of detention.

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 2 years

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Bad Things Happen in Three's

Bad Things Happen in Three's by I need a nap and coffee

(My take on Humans are Space Orcs!) Hitoshi is so over it. He's 13, and all he wants is a cup of coffee. With his purple hair and eyes, compared to everyone else, he's an outcast. Sure, odd colored hair has become normal as of late, but the eyes? No one's seen eyes like his before. His parents told him that his eyes were a gift. His parents are also dead. Now, Hitoshi, age 13, has to survive on a ship with a bunch of aliens who he can't even speak to. Did I mention the fighting ring? Yeah, he has to survive that too. Now poor Hitoshi, age 13- He just wants a cup of coffee. But that's too much to ask for, isn't it?

Words: 1081, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu, Kaminari Denki, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Aliens, Alien Biology, Alien Cultural Differences, Alternate Universe - Aliens, Alien Abduction, Alternate Universe - Alien Invasion, Kidnapping, Matter of Life and Death, Foster Kid Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug, Coffee Lover Shinsou Hitoshi, Cat Lover Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi Deserves Happiness, Space Pirates

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40824558

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shinsou #♢#Erasermic·#Hitoshi Shinsou #Bakugou Katsuki #W:V #A:I Need #SciFi AU

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passerine-writes · 10 months

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Silent Sparks - Volt 42

Warnings: It's I-Island, so if you haven't seen the movies, this isn't necessary to read if you don't want spoilers Word count: 3164

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 41 | Volt 43

"We don't have to go if neither of you are okay to travel after what happened at the mall. Are you sure you both still wanna go? We can cancel right now, it's okay to do that." Pops rambled on, stressing as we were about to leave for the airport.

"I'm okay to go." Hitoshi said back to him calmly.

"I wouldn't mind skipping this either." Dad drawled on as he came back in from packing the car. "But if we aren't, we should leave now." Pops sighed and gave us both a tight hug before we went out to the car.

The drive was filled with music but once we got to the airport, boarded the plane and took off, the excitement truly kicked in. I even ended up taking a nice nap on Dad during the plane ride until he woke me up so we could all change into our hero costumes.

I couldn't help but stare in amazement as we got off the plane. Everything about this was enthralling.

"Hey, Izuku!" I called out when I saw my best friend standing there, Hitoshi and I meeting him half way.

"Hey! I didn't know you two were coming! Well, I shouldn't be surprised considering your parents are both hero's." Midoriya said and started rambling before he caught himself.

"Our Pops got invited and I did too, pretty sure it was for the whole debut thing. Who did you come with?" I asked him lightly, confused on how he got an invite.

"Oh, uh, well since All Might is pretty much my main mentor outside of Mr. Aizawa, he invited me to come with so I could get an experience with new things in the world." I rolled my eyes but chose not to comment, seeing the red white and bunny eared man standing tall in the distance.

"Welcome to I-Expo!" A girl with brown hair came up and started talking to us, Dad, Pops and All Might finally coming over as well, making the girl gasp. "Is that you All Might?" I repressed a scoff as many people stared and gasped happily. I tugged my family away as reports started swarming him, Izuku getting lost in the fray.

"So much for a calm start." Dad drawled out, the four of us starting our trek to the hotel.

"Is that Present Mic?" A blonde girl bouncing on a po-go stick asked happily in the distance.

"Yo! How's it going?" Pops shouted with finger guns.

"I've always been so fascinated by your quirk, do you mind if I ask you some questions?" She asked as she stopped, however she was bouncing in place so I didn't see why she did. "Is this your family? That's so cool that you brought them! Oh and Eraser Head! I take it these are your kids, what are your quirks?" We all looked at her in shock. "Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Melissa, my papa is in charge of pretty much all of the research here and I started getting interested in it at a young age." I took a deep breath as she quickly got in my personal bubble. "This is some pretty high tech support equipment, do you mind if I take a closer look?" I smiled politely and took off my glasses, watching as she tinkered with them happily. "Your design is pretty simplistic, have you thought about getting special hearing aids specifically for hero work?" I didn't even get to let out a word she moved onto Pops.

"Hey, why don't you two go explore for a bit?" Dad offered and my brother and I took off.

"Woah, that's Sonus! Didn't you hear about how he saved that kid in Japan?" I looked over and saw some kids around our age talking about me, one girl and two guys. The girl and one of the guys went bright red when they caught me looking towards them, so I kindly waved, earning a few giggles. The third pushed them forward and they awkwardly came over to us.

"Hey! It's so cool to actually meet you in person!" The boy said, blushing a large amount.

"I didn't realize people actually knew who I was, it's nice to meet you both. This is my brother, his hero name is Mind Jack." The third boy started blushing as he clearly checked out my brother.

"I'm Sharaku Chiba, but I guess in Japanese it would go the other way around." The boy checking out my brother said.

"I'm Moklar Lomakh." The second boy said.

"I-I'm Amara Roumen." The girl said, face become even brighter.

"My real name is Onryo Tsukare." I told the trio of friends hesitantly, making sure I remembered to switch the order of my name in English.

"Hitoshi Shinsou." My brother said in his usual monotoned voice as he pulled off his voice modifier.

"What are your quirks?" Amara asked excitedly.

"Mine is Sound Wave." The three looked thrilled and turned to my brother expectantly.

"Brainwashing."

"That's epic, you both could stop so many fights so easily, major bonus!" Chiba announced excitedly and I watched my brothers eyes widen exponentially.

"Tsukare did really good in the Sports Festival too! Your fight was amazing to watch, it really kicked it off for the event!" Moklar mused. "Would you both be up for exchanging phone numbers or social media?" I looked to my brother and he gave me a side glance.

What do you think?

Well, they don't have bad vibes so I'm down for it.

He shrugged and nodded, the group excitedly passing their phones around.

"So, how old are you three?" I finally asked, hoping that we didn't accidentally guess their ages wrong.

"I just turned seventeen." Moklar stated.

"Amara and I just turned sixteen about a month ago, we're cousins and have the same birthday." Chiba explained, a large smile on his face.

"I turn sixteen next week." My brother said, a dull tone in his voice still.

"I'm turning sixteen in October." The three of them nodded happily until Moklar looked confused.

"Wait, how are you two almost the same age if you're brothers?"

"We're adopted." I told them happily.

"That's so cool! Sorry, we've never met anyone who's adopted until now. We grew up on the island and nobody ever really does anything warranting their kids having to be moved homes." Hitoshi and I nodded along, greatly understanding the difference of living.

"This place is really cool, is there anything you suggest we do before the expo starts?" I asked the three, hoping to change topics a bit.

"There's a café around here if you both are hungry or anything first." Chiba suggested, all of us happily agreeing.

"Hey Tsukare." A familiar voice called out once we got there. I looked around and saw Jirou, Yao-momo, Uraraka and Melissa all sitting at a table together while Izuku sat by himself at a different one.

"Hey Jirou. It looks like you four are having fun." I commented as I gave Jirou a side hug where she sat.

"Yeah, the island is great so far." I nodded along, agreeing with what she said.

"It's beautiful, Toshi and I made a few new friends and we figured we'd swing by here. But I won't interrupt girl time anymore." I said, shooting a joking wink to Jirou, knowing she was blushing from sitting near Yao-momo. "Zuku! Sorry for letting you get trampled earlier, I tried to grab you from the crowd of people but it was too late." I said as I gave my best friend a side hug. "Oh, Zuku, this is Moklar Lomakh, Sharaku Chiba and Amara Roumen. Guys, this is our best friend, Midoriya Izuku, his hero name is Deku." The five of us sat down with him, two of them pulling up chairs. Moklar sat to my right, Izuku to my left, Hitoshi next to him, followed by Chiba and Amara completing the circle. The six of us mostly got caught up in conversation but something about the way Moklar kept staring at me and trying to sit closer worried me a bit.

Toshi, do you know why this is happening?

Why what's happening?

Him acting the way he is.

Oh. Yeah. He thinks your cute.

What?

Yeah. You're oblivious when it comes to that stuff, surprised you pick up on it at all.

I bit back a sigh and fiddled with my fingers.

"Everything alright?" I looked up at Moklar and nodded politely.

"Yeah, just-"

"Thanks for waiting." A familiar and comforting voice interrupted at the perfect time. I looked up and saw Denki standing there, him and the purple ball-headed boy from B serving our drinks. Denki looked at me and smiled widely. "Hey babe! Surprise!" I blushed wildly at the pet name, thankful that Denki picked up on the boy beside me sitting on the closer side.

"This is a very nice surprise. What got you to come to the island?" I asked as I got up to give him a hug.

"They needed extra waitstaff, and since it meant a free trip here, I applied to work." He told me happily.

"We get to explore the expo on our breaks and we make some money. Plus there's a chance we'll have passionate encounters with some of the cute-" The short guy gasped as he zoned in on Amara and Melissa. Yao-momo moving to cover her bit of exposed chest out of sheer discomfort. "Oh my gods I think I'm in love."

"One sec, baby." Denki nodded contently and watched as I walked over to the tiny guy and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "This is your warning, if you don't leave any of the girls you see alone, I'll make sure you regret it. It won't be pretty, it won't be quick, it'll be slow and painful until you're running home crying for mommy. I'll ensure that you have to swim all the way back to U.A. and leave you for the sharks. After all, you look about the size of something they'd like to sink their teeth into." He looked at me with wide eyes and started trying to run while in the air. So I set him back down on his feet and watched as he hurried back inside. "Sorry for the display of aggression, but are you five alright?" I asked, looking to each of the girls around us.

"Thank you, Tsukare. I'm glad to know you don't support that crude behavior." Yao-momo told me and I gave her a wide smiled with two thumbs up.

"Guys like that really get under my skin. The sad part is, I don't think he'll ever understand there's an actual difference between being a flirt and being a perv. But hey, he messes with any of you, say the word and I'll gladly kick his ass." Jirou gave me a thumbs up and Denki threw an arm around my waist.

"How did you make that look so hot?" He whispered into my ear and a blushed a brighter shade of red.

"I don't see how it was." I told the blond honestly.

"Why are you slacking off! You wanted to make more money, didn't you? But you're not willing to work hard!" Iida yelled as he ran over.

"Iida!" Izuku yelled in disbelief.

"You're here too?" Uraraka asked as Denki was dragged away and now laying on the floor. I rushed over and stood between them, helping Denki up.

"Yeah, Iida's from a big hero family. Sorry about Denki not working, I held him up, it's my fault. I didn't realize how much time had passed." Iida sent a look between the two of us and nodded.

"Very well. Please try not to let it happen again." I gave him a thumbs up and pulled the blond to his feet. I pulled him into a hug again and his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Thank you." I whispered to him.

"Any time. Talk later?" He whispered back to which I nodded before letting him get back to work.

"Hey Iida, is your brother here?" I asked curiously, not having seen Tensei in years.

"No, my family was busy, so it's just me."

"I wondered if you, Tsukare and Shinsou would be here. I received an invitation because my fathers a shareholder in some of the expos sponsor companies. It's so fun to get to go to the preview." Yao-momo informed us as I sat back down.

"Yeah, and she had a few extra plus ones. We basically gambled for 'em." Jirou stated, resting her arm on Uraraka's shoulder. "So after a partial game at chance. The two of us ended up joining the fun as her guests."

"Mhm. The other girls are here, they just can't visit the preview." Uraraka finished.

"Really? Is our whole class here or something?" I jokingly asked, checking out Denki in the corner of my eye as he waited on more people throughout the area.

"I'm not sure about the whole class, but the girls and I are planning on exploring once the expo opens up to the public tomorrow." Momo explained to which I nodded, downing my coffee happily and feeling slightly leveled out. An explosion off in the distance rattled the building and I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Woah! What was that noise?" My best friend asked beside me.

"Who do you think?" I retorted blandly.

"Oh! That's probably the timed obstacles. Do you wanna check it out?" Moklar asked us, all of us agreeing so we rushed over just in time to see Kiri landed himself in eighth place at whatever it was in thirty three seconds.

"Yeah Kiri!" I cheered while using my quirk, the red head turning and clashing his fists together.

I took my hearing aids out as I watched Bakugou walk out, attacking multiple small robots back to back with explosions. I put them back in afterwards to hear his time was fifteen seconds, which put him in first place. Bakugou came flying up and latched onto the bar, yelling at Midoriya and asking what he was doing there.

"We got invited just like everyone else, you angry pomeranian. Chill the fuck out already." He hopped down the bar a bit and got in my face instead. "That's not a smart move and you know it." He sent off mini explosions and jumped down. "Hey, Zuku. You thinking what I'm thinking?" He rapidly shook his head but my brother and I dragged him down to the sign up station anyways. He begrudgingly put his name down and I followed suit. "Toshi? You in?" My brother shook his head.

"No, I want to become an underground hero like Dad, so the spotlight wouldn't be great for me." I nodded along, understanding where he came from and watched as Midoriya finished in second place with a time of sixteen seconds.

I took a deep breath and walked out to the arena, analyzing and using my glasses to find the quicker route. In my head, at my top speed, I figured I could get to a high point in ten seconds. I didn't need the highest point but just high enough. So the moment she said go, I ran to one of the fake mountain tops and scaled it as fast as I could. From what I counted last time, all of them were in range. I took a deep breath, focused on each robot, and screamed as loud as I could. My quirk on maximum strength and I watched as they all broke.

"Our new first place champion, stealing the top with a time of thirteen seconds!" Cheers erupted around stadium, I looked at the stands to see Bakugou seething, my friends cheering and my family all watching with pride, cheering for me as well.

"You cheated! There's no way you beat me!" Bakugou hollered as soon as I returned.

"Bakugou. Enough." Dad said, already exhausted with today. I looked out and saw the arena frozen now, Todoroki standing at the bottom, his time being fourteen seconds. Bakugou dove in after him on a rampage, Kirishima and Izuku jumping in. I looked at my brother and we followed suit to make sure Midoriya didn't get himself into trouble.

My brother took a deep breath and used his capture weapon, restraining Bakugou like Dad would, so I went to the announcer.

"Hey, I'm sorry about him. We'll get him out of your hair now." I told her with a bow and watched as Kiri carried a seething Bakugou out on his shoulder.

"Hey Tsukare!" Moklar called out to me, I waved and met him halfway. "You got a sec?" I nodded, still high on adrenaline. "Look, this isn't easy to say, but I don't think this is gonna work. You and me, we're just very different people. I had a great time today, but I don't think you're my type." I looked at him with wide eyes and watched as he walked away, taking Amara and Chiba with him.

"What happened?" Dad asked, confused for me.

"Apparently I just got broken up with by a guy I was barely friends with." I told him, trying to bite back my laughter but I ultimately failed. My brother joining in and laughing with me.

"Mr. Aizawa. Pleasure to see you here." Iida said with chopping hands. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow Tsukare for a bit. We have a surprise for Kaminari and I assumed Tsukare might want to be there." I looked at him curiously but after I got permission, I followed Iida, Momo, Jirou, Uraraka, Melissa and Zuku back to the cafe to see Denki sitting outside, clearly exhausted.

"Hey Denks!" I hollered and watched he sat up, pouting about something. "You did a great job today, and because of that, Iida has a surprise for you." He looked to me confused before turning to our class rep. The tallest out of us holding out a ticket to him.

"What's this?" He asked, stilling clearly recovering from having to fight the language barrier of english all day.

"Invitation tickets to the big expo reception later tonight." Momo said happily.

"You wanna go?" I asked him lightly, not knowing if he would process it as a date or not so I left it open ended.

"Thank you!" He yelled and pulled me into a hug.

Iida started going on a tangent about not tarnishing the schools reputation and where to meet and when. I told him I would let my brother know and we all went off on our own ways.

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How it feels to be loved by them:

Hizashi//yamada (present//mic)

->loud music while having fun, cold drinks during a party, sweets and snacks at late hours of the night, energetic but comforting, fresh but not overwhelming, chaotic but comfortable. Spontaneous dates, helping eachother,sharing music/listening to music together. Matching hand made bracelets. Dancing late at night or under the rain.

->Ideal dates: music festivals, parties with close Friends, nights spent cuddling and talking, getting fast food and eating somewhere quiet.

->favorite thing to do: prop me up on his shoulders on festivals, carrying me around sloth style, helping eachother with our hair, he likes being useful and tying my shoes or fixing my rings/hair/earings when im busy or distracted. Speaking spanish with eachother when im homesick.

Shota//Aizawa (eraser//head)

->calm naps while it rains,warm patch of sunlight during winter, comfort hoodies and snacks,getting help when youre really stressed and busy, comfort in times of crisis, quiet unnoticeable displays of love like pinkies being intertwined, tender looks and hands on the back. Deep talks. Comforting, safe, calm but not boring, a sense of being completely understood.

->Ideal dates: going out for coffee, helping in cat shelters, small shopping dates, stay at home dates with dinner and a movie, sitting on the rooftops while admiring the calm of the city.

->Favorite thing to do: style eachother's hair, Keep company to eachother while one of us/we both work, doing small acts of service like bringing me tea/ or me bringing him coffee, cuddling,napping, holding hands. Hearing me and asking me about my country.

Toshinori//Yagi (all//might)

->undying Love and loyalty,cheesy but heartfelt gifts,pickup lines and letters, soft looks, the pleaseant warmth of summer, the fresh smell of flowers. Safe and nurturing, supportive, romantic and tender. Words of encouragement during trying times, a steady moral support pillar.

->Ideal dates: picnics in quiet places,long silent car rides, late night coffee talks, fancy dinners,staying at home and goofing around.

->Favorite things to do: move the hair out of my eyes before I do it, helping me before I ask for help, hugging me for Long periods of time,showering with me, hanging out while we both do our seperate things, take care of eachother (ex: me reminding him to not stay up all night/helping him get to bed when he inevitably stays up, helping me study for uni, reminding me of my schedule in a nice non pushy way), cooking together, slow dancing. Making my favorite Argentine foods.

Harry//Pandey (six)

-> the smell of books,the satisfaction of finishing a long book, quiet days where you just lounge around, comforting and homey, undying love and dedication, passion for things that you like/Belive are right, late night talks. Being able to show the parts of yourself that you dont like and being accepted.

->ideal dates: museum dates where we learn New things, library dates, walking around holding hands and admiring the world, staying inside while watching a movie with good home made food, dates where we show eachother our cultures, fancy dates on aniversaries.

->Favorite things to do: hold hands,Slowdancing,have deep conversations, cuddle while he works on paperwork,mindlessly stroking the other's arm/hand/ neck as a way to selfsoothe/soothe eachother, read with/to eachother, try out New foods

Ryad//Al-hassar//Ramirez (jackal)

-> the comfort and security that comes with being with someone for a long time, being understood without having to talk, home,overwhelming but in a good way, support and passion, inner Jokes, old timey romance with a bad boy edge, moving almost in synch, feeling almost like one person made out of two. Eternal devotion, an unbreakable Bond.

->ideal dates: romantic candlit dinners at home/somewhere fancy,Dance dates where we go somewhere with good music and dance (tango/flamenco/salsa), dtay at home dates like watching a movie or just cuddle in silence, Lazy sundays where we both stay all day in bed, walks when the weather is nice, drives around the city/other areas,hunting trips, roadtrips,camping out.

->Favorite things to do: dance, show eachother our cultures, Cook, have deep talks, Carry me around, tracing eachother's features, singing with/to eachother, hang out while we both do our own thing, flirt and get eachother flustered, hold hands,cuddle, nap together. Shopping with eachother.

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#🧠👓 i have a strict policy of not pissing off my spouse👓🧠#ryad/jackal #aizawa #allmight tag pending #hizashi tag pending #mic tag pending #cw self harm mention #tw self harm mention

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Whatever Floats Your Boat - Chapter Four

Summary

At this point, One for All is basically its own person; I mean, it is full of over half a dozen people. So nightmares must not be fun, having to sit there and watch the ninth suffer probably isn’t very fun for the motherly Nana.

Izuku had to talk with Aizawa about all this. Float was activating when he wasn’t even thinking about quirks or anything. When he falls from almost any height, like a simple trip, it seems to activate even when he doesn’t want it to. He’s been practicing control the last three weeks and so has this sudden change in behavior. It was as if it had a mind of its own and since he hasn't managed to talk to the people in his head he can’t ask Nana if she struggled this much.

He’d been waiting in the teacher’s lodge since his teacher had been called away on a work emergency. Shota has to head back at some point in order to get his late work so Midoriya didn’t mind a wait. He’d been waiting for a while, Mic had asked him if he needed anything and he simply shook his head, but it seemed like his teacher wasn’t going to be back anytime soon. He’d started to look through some stuff on his phone, reading news reports and blogs on the harder-to-find police reports.

He didn’t even notice when Yamada-sensei basically put a blanket over him, it was just the man’s jacket, or that his phone had been dropped. It didn’t take more than a couple of seconds for Izuku to fall asleep as he leaned into the crock of the room's couch. Even the movement of the blonde taking a couple of pictures didn’t stir him as he gently breathed. At least he had changed his clothes, the pro wouldn’t need to wake him up to go take off his binder and instead could leave him to sleep.

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Out of all the things Aizawa expected when he got back to the school, his problem child asleep in the teacher’s lounge wasn’t even close. He had to take a double-take at the sight of such a small body under an all too familiar jacket as he looked overseeing Mic practically falling asleep at his own desk as the black-haired pro sat down next to his student on the couch. Midoriya probably needed something but, by the looks of it, they both needed a nap.

He watched his student carefully, he wasn’t too sure about a lot of stuff but when Hizashi seemed to notice he was back as the blonde got to his feet and motioned to the sleeping teen. He simply shook his head in response as he sat up a little and gave a bit of a watch as he was spoken to. “I’m pretty sure he’s safe, he changed at the dorms before heading here to wait.” He raised an eyebrow as he moved the way he was sitting. Shota wasn’t too sure why that was but he could always simply ask in the morning. It was a Friday so he didn’t really need to wake Midoriya so he could just let him sleep until he naturally woke up.

“I’m pretty sure I have some blankets in my classroom, I just didn’t want to leave him alone. I had to be professional since he’s still a student.” The blonde was getting louder as he spoke so Aizawa kept up his glare as he moved over to get his student more comfortable. They didn’t have any pillows or anything so as Yamada left to go get a blanket he moved so his student could use him as a pillow. At this point, he was used to it, whenever Eri visited she normally took a nap and used him as one so he was pretty used to it.

He hadn’t noticed how tense Izuku was until the boy started to relax once he was pulled over. He looked a little confused as he observed, resting one hand on his shoulder blades as he rubbed light circles on the fabric. After a moment he worked ‘Zashi’s jacket onto him as he resumed the motions. Watching the teen's body significantly change, he noticed how his hands moved from being clenched to open and light as he let him relax.

The door opened a little loudly and he turned over to look, relaxing at the sight of the familiar man. He sighed as Hizashi threw a nice big blanket over him and his student. He watched as he gave a small smile at the sight of his student being asleep. He was glad that Izuku was getting some sleep since his student was known to look exhausted during the day. He placed a hand on his head and gently worked for his hand through the tangled mess of hair. He always had an underwhelming urge to run his hand through them or to ruffle the boy's curls.

He watched as the blonde clearly took photos, giving a couple of glares but he focused on keeping his student asleep. He was used to the more fatherly side of this at this point, Eri was very cuddly when she was upset. He always felt bad that she was basically passed around by the hero’s at the school but Eri never seemed to feel upset about it. They each took care of her, had a night where she stayed at their house, so he wasn’t blinking an eye at any of this. He should probably see if she wants to visit the teen next time he watches her.

He was starting to fall asleep when he saw his student shift. Izuku was seemingly still soundly out and in rem at this point. He gently pushed against the boy's back to try and soothe him. The teen moved his hands up and kinda tucked them into his own chest. He watched and sighed as he rubbed between his shoulder blades, waiting until he relaxed to start to fall back asleep.

He didn’t even realize that he’d fallen under the spell of sleep until he’d been woken up by distressed noise from the teen he was holding. He gave a little look as he groggily sat up and gently moved to put his hand on his student’s back. Aizawa blinked and opened his eyes to see the uncomfortable look on the boy's face. He couldn’t help but tighten his firm but comforting grip as he patted at his back. “Sh Midoriya, you’re safe.” He said quietly, he looked over to see Yamada asleep at his desk. His lamp was still giving a dim light, enough for the pinpricks of green to be more noticeable.

He sat up when he saw the underlying quirk that decorated his student’s person. He held him up slightly as he tried to help with the reaction. He put a hand in the teen’s hair gently picking out the newly developed knots as he sighed. “Calm down kid.” He told him when he lacked a change in response. He sat up and slightly shook him by holding him up. His student was asleep still, not reacting to anything he did. At this point, he was actually getting worried. “Midoriya. Wake up, Problem Child.”

His raising voice seemed to be enough to wake the nearby blonde who sat up with a sleepy noise. He seemed to need to take a second to recognize something was off as he got to his feet. Hizashi basically pulled the blanket away as he took their student from Aizawa so the black-haired man could get up. They laid him on the couch as Shouta moved to call Chiyo and Toshinori since he would be so pissed if his student was pulled into a form of endless night terror.

The teen was whimpering and whining at any contact, he flinched away from being touched like it was burning. He noticed the confused and concerned look on his friend's face. He didn’t know what was happening with his student but he didn’t respond or react to noise, let alone the door basically being pushed open by Yagi as Chiyo followed behind him. He noticed the all too familiar silhouette of the school's principal as the stoat entered.

“Shouta, how long has he been out of it for?” The short woman asked as she walked over to the student. He watched the concern of the older blonde's face move as Yamada responded since his voice caught in his throat.

“We don’t know, he’d fallen asleep so we let him. I woke up to Sho’ trying to wake him up.” He said motioning back to the silent man. He looked over as Toshinori took a couple of steps closer. A little look was enough for him to be swept over with regret and fear as he crouched down by his successor. He put his hand into the mop of curls on his head, he flinched away from the contact making the tall man take a few steps back. He didn't want to cause him any more discomfort.

“Well, you mentioned how Midoriya seems to see the past users, Toshinori. Is this possibly one of those?” Nezu’s voice cut into the tension, it dented it but only seemed to grow stronger as Izuku seemed to give a gasp as he curled in on himself. Aizawa was to the teen’s side in an instant, he hated seeing this genuine and kind boy in a state of distress. He put his hand on his shoulder and gently took a hold of his wrist as the teen moved to his side.

He, as well as everyone else in the room, was surprised to find that he didn’t even react to the contact: Instead, he seemed to lean into it. Aizawa was relieved to get any response other than fear. “Young Midoriya said that these only happened every now and then, and the only time One for All reacted, or he reacted negatively, was when he broke his window.” The blonde had seemed to completely forget about Hizashi’s presence but the blonde was quick to make a comment but ultimately ignored it, for now, Shouta would tell him later.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, despite the sounds coming from the teen. After a couple of minutes, a gasp left Izuku. He looked down to see that the teen was awake. His eyes shone a bright green, appearing to glow in the dark. The recognition was clear on his face as he was enveloped in a tight hug. He held his student not yet noticing how light he seemed outside of the strong bear hug.

Izuku was holding him tightly as he moved and gave his student the same grip. Aizawa couldn't help but squeeze him as the boy started to shake a little, sniffles were clear as he got off the ground and gently moved to lift him only for the fact his quirk had activated to keep him afloat. He held onto his arms carefully when the teen let go. His voice was very quiet as he finally said something through the sniffles and silent tears. “L-let me float please..” His voice was practically begging but Shouta had a feeling he just didn’t want his quirk to be canceled out.

He nodded and looked over to see everyone watching the teen, he’d gained enough control that he wouldn't flip upside down as he went ahead and held onto the pro as Yamada spoke. “Midoriya, what was your nightmare about?” He asked the student as the teen tensed and sighed.

“It was just another visit at first…” He was still barely over a whisper, “Nana wanted to give some tips on Float, and then First started to try and tell me more about the past..” Midoriya closed his eyes tightly and Aizawa simply held onto the student's arms, he didn’t know anything about the users, but he knew the first was related to All for One. He watched as his student took a couple of shaky breaths and pulled back into Shouta’s chest for comfort. He put a hand on his head, pushing into the moving curls as he patiently waited for him to continue. “They showed me someone and I recognized him, I-I I- don’t know why or how but I knew who he was!” He said quickly looking up.

Yagi looked confused as he took a couple of steps closer putting his hand on the teen's back. Izuku flinched away as if he was made of fire. Immediately Shouta held tighter, giving the blonde a glare as he felt the teen weasel his head out of the way. The boy looked up, his eyes bright with something fierce as he continued. “I-if I had known, I never would have expected One for All Toshinori-Sensei! I swear- I- I- I didn’t know!” The boy had started to break at this point, the power of Float was trying to pull him away, but Izuku held on tightly to the black-haired man.

“Midoriya, what do you mean?” Nezu questioned as he took a step closer to the two. Aizawa gave a bit of a defensive look as he gently held the crying teen tightly. He couldn't see if he was watching the stoat but he had a general idea that the student made eye contact.

“H-he’s my d-dad! All for One is my f-father!” He said quickly, “I saw him and t-then I started to have n-nightmares! H-he used to burn me! Before he left..” Izuku told them as he pushed his face back into Shouta’s chest.

Aizawa didn’t pick up on much past the fact that his student was the child of a horrible villain. His grip didn’t budge, holding tighter even when he mentioned the abuse. He pushed his head into the mop of hair as he gave a little sigh and rubbed the still floating teens back to the best of his ability. “Oh Problem Child...” Was all he could really say, what was he supposed to do? Swear it was a lie, that he wasn’t that man’s child. That would only hurt him.

“That doesn't mean you’re evil Midoriya.” Hizashi’s voice cut through the sobbing as the teen erupted into more gasps and such at the comment. This is what his student needed to hear so he kept up the movement on his back as he looked down and Aizawa spared some words of his own.

“All that man did was give you a chromosome, that doesn’t mean shit kid.” He smiled at the little snort that escaped him. He gave a little sigh as he moved and ruffled the teen's hair. Izuku seemed to be calming down, but he was still clearly upset. His student was refusing to let himself stop floating, instead just letting himself become more exhausted. He held onto the boy and after another minute or so Aizawa shifted to hold him in front of himself.

“Kid, you’re already going to be tired in the morning. If you don’t let yourself relax, it’s only going to get worse.” As he spoke, he watched as Midoriya’s face shifted to show even more discomfort as he held on tightly. “You need to rest your body and get some energy you can actually expend. If you can’t deactivate it, I will.” Shouta tightened his grip a little, keeping it firm but gentle. He wanted his kid to calm down and be able to sit there and actually share what was on his mind.

Yagi had yet to say anything, but with the look on his face, he seemed to be processing the granted information. He didn’t seem upset or disappointed, simply shocked and confused. He noticed how the blonde was watching the green-haired boy, taking a couple of moments to consider how to address this. He’d turned his attention back to his student as the man sighed, no longer minding the blonde.

“Problem Child, you are safe. We won’t let him hurt you, or let him find out.” Aizawa gently ruffled his hair as he watched the teen relax into the contact and the words. He felt his grip increase giving Sho’ and all clear to activate his quirk. He used it immediately holding the teen up as he met the ground comfortably. He sighed as he got to his own feet and hugged the kid, Midoriya was going to be the death of him.

“We’ll talk about this more in the morning. You need to sleep, let's get you to the dorms.” Aizawa immediately noticed the little sway his student had as he rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t help the little smile as he pulled the teen onto his back and fixed it so he’d stay in a comfortable position. He gave Toshinori a glare as he felt a chin dig into his shoulder before he started to head down to the dorms. He’d send Nezu an email about getting Midoriya into therapy. The kid needed it, the fact he was already asleep was what concerned him the most. Just how exhausted was he?

#mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #midoriya izuku #nana shimura

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What they would do during their rut/heat part 1

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic, or Keigo Takami/ Hawks. Horikoshi Kohei does. This story has sensitive subjects that might disturb some viewers. Reader discretion is advised. Otherwise, if this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on.

Tw: ABO dynamics, Breed!ng K!nk, animalistic behaviors, slightly possessive behaviors, mention of pregnancy, use of a natural aphrodisiac.

Wc: 1,852.

Alpha werewolf Aizawa:

Rut: Get ready for a bruised cervix, broken hips, and several bite marks and bruise marks all over your body. When this werewolf goes into rut, it’s nothing but primal grunting and rough sex for about three to five days. You might be able to be carried into the bathroom to be bathed between sessions of hard sex if you manage to break through the fog of his rut brain and the endless thought of ‘breed, breed, breed, breed’ that is cycling through his mind. If you aren’t careful, you might end up with a werewolf pup in your womb by then end of his rut. Make sure to use protection.

What he would do on:

Pre rut: This man would be taking naps, eating more than just his jelly packs and coffee, and he would build a nest in your shared bedroom for when the time comes. Along with being very affectionate and attentive to your needs, he would insist that you wear one of his shirts when you go out so that his scent is on you to ward of any other Alphas that might try to steal you away. He would also insist that he share his food with you before his rut, saying that it would help you save up energy before the endless rounds of his screwing you into whatever piece of furniture was closest when his rut hit. This wasn’t your favorite thing your werewolf boyfriend made you do because it made you gain weight but it was worth it as he helped you burn it off during his rut and afterwards when the two of you train in your home gym. Aizawa would be allowed time off from his teaching job at U.A.. The commission also gave him paid leave as his hormones would cause several disruptions with other heroes and civilians. He would find you somewhere in the house and lay his head in your lap while you were working and use you as a pillow while he napped. This became a normal thing between the two of you when you worked from home. You might find that he’s more attentive to what you do on the daily and peeking over your shoulder at your work when he gives you a cup of coffee. You notice that his hair is a little bit shinier, his scent has changed to something with a bit more spice along with the normal coffee and rain-soaked pine woods that you’re used to falling asleep to, and he is friendlier to you during the few days of his pre-rut.

Post-rut: The morning after his rut cycle ends, he realizes what he did to you and feels bad that he did what he did. He goes about giving you all kinds of aftercare, from drawing a bath for you to soak in to making you every meal from not being able to move from being mated with the past few days of him breeding a baby into you. After a day of pampering, he would curl up under a blanket with you with a warm drink in your hand. He would have a fireplace in his home and have it lit while the two of you watch your favorite movie or show as he leaves sweet kisses on your cheek and temple.

Luna Naga Hizashi:

What he would do on:

Pre- rut/heat: If it’s his pre-rut, then he’s going to scent almost all your clothing and build a nest for you to sleep and inhabit while you’re awake. He will curl up around you and anchor himself with his tail around your leg or your waist while you type away at your computer. He will occasionally slither up to peek at your screen to see what you’re writing or watch you if you’re playing a game. He will even sneak a kiss on your cheek when you’re deep in thought and blankly staring at your screen, he would remind you to take a break and let you lay on his chest while you groan about how hard your project or paper is and he would help you through that writer’s block. He would distract you with randomly grazing his fangs along your neck while you’re writing or gaming and send shivers down your spine.

He would bring you meals that he got on the way home from the station, setting playlists up that he could have an intern monitor while he was away from his jobs. The commission and the school would give him paid time off during his rut and heat. When he was at home, Hizashi would be close to you and making sure to keep an arm around your waist if the two of you decided to go out in public during this time. He would have you wear his shirts and scent blankets for you to make sure you had his scent on you when you went out on your own before he marked you. He would eat a little more than he usually did and share some of his food with you to help you store up energy

Now if it was, his pre- heat, he would be moody, irritable, and tense. He would be sluggish and want to hide in his favorite blanket surrounded by things that made him comfortable. He would be craving fried chicken and be super clingy to you as he just felt yucky. You would do your best to comfort him until his heat came.

Rut/heat:

Oh boy, when his heat came, he would be begging you to peg him in one way or another until he was a puddle of bliss in his nest. He would cling to you and let you breed him if you so desired.

On his rut, be prepared to have your womb filled over and over with his multiple clutches of eggs he would want to give to you along with your mind growing fuzzy and blank thanks to his aphrodisiac- like venom. He’s very vocal in letting you know how good you feel around his girth. He would give you praise after he’s spent and let you know how much of a pretty songbird you were for him when he released his seed and eggs into your womb that you might have to push out later when you can sneak away to take a bathroom break.

Post rut/heat: post heat, he returns to his normal work week and makes sure to do a form of self-care with you once or twice during the week after his heat as a form of a thank you.

Post rut, he wants to take care of you unless you decide to lock yourself up in the bathroom to push out the multiple eggs that he put into you. He would remain coiled outside the door, waiting to jump at your every need and want. He would set up heating pads, pain meds, and other forms of aftercare to soothe your aches and pains from him breeding you senseless the past few days. He would even get you your favorite food if you wanted it. He would curl up around you and give you love and affection and to help ease your discomfort after his rut.

Alpha Keigo:

What he would do on:

Pre rut: He would ask if the two of you could go out to his favorite fried chicken place and get two buckets of food as he would go into the habit of eating a lot more food and sleeping more between his shifts patrolling. He would only be given time off patrolling when his rut came and the only thing on his mind was pounding into something or someone. He would be more attentive to his partner’s needs and wants before his rut to make sure they’re comfortable before his rut comes.

Post rut: He would pull you into a bath and let you soak away your aches and pains. He would massage away any knots or tightness in your muscles from being pinned down by him for hours on end. He would treat you and spoil you as part of his aftercare with you. He would return to his normal hours of patrolling the city but he would make sure that your help during his rut would be greatly appreciated. He might even take a night or two off to sit in a bath with you and talk with you about your future together.

Rut: When his rut comes, his whole demeanor changes and he is staring at you from across the room, watching you do simple tasks like cleaning or doing the dishes and imagining you under him, squirming and begging for you to cum for him. He thought of filling your womb with his seed and his eggs until it would drive him mad. He didn’t want to force you into being his breeding stock so he would lock himself up in his office and tried to ride out his rut on his own means even if it would drive him mad. While he would be locked up in his office, you’d be concerned by the feral grunts and groans along with rhythmic clapping that came from the other side of his door. You would sometimes press your ear against the door to listen to him make an effort to relieve his rut without you. He would pause as he could smell your scent wafting from under the door. His pupils would turn to slits and he would rise from his chair and approach the door. You were frozen in your tracks as couldn’t move as you too smelled his strong and spicy scent that was his rut scent. You could feel your mind growing blank from the pheromones in his scent that made you want to be bred by him. He pulled the door open with an eerie creak and peeked out from behind the door. He smiled and looked at you.

“Baby bird~, come here.” He cooed at you and beckoned for you to come closer. You fought the urge to let yourself melt into a puddle in his arms. The scent coming from his room was very temping though. You felt yourself wander closer to his doorway but you stopped yourself.

‘no. don’t.’ You told yourself and resisted giving into his scent and lust-filled stare. You gave up fighting and let yourself walk into his office that acted more like a den. Once he had you in his grasp, he would breed you until you forgot your name and you were only screaming out his.

The end.

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

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Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

***3 months later***

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

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