#aizawa would be disappointed in me if he could see me now.

[kulemii]

i just feel like, if my loved ones held an intervention for me about my caffeine consumption, i deserved it.

#aizawa would be disappointed in me if he could see me now. #he'd be all like 'but what about your heart amor?' #and i would look him dead in his beautiful eyes and slorp my second can of redbull of the day 8th of the week #i have a redbull on ice in one part of the cup holder and a starbucks coffee in the other and im pounding them both #and i wonder why my left eye is constantly twitching #shame on me...... #SLORP

[animekpopsimp]

Hi! Could you please do a mha fic in which Aizawa has a teenage daughter who do drugs but he found out because of one of her friends?

Thankss, btw i really love your writing

Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoy my writing

Talk to Me (Aizawa x Daughter reader)

Nervous, that's how you felt as you slowly pushed the front door of your home open. As you did, it squeaked a bit, causing you to wince. You stepped inside, looking around the living room. Luckily, it didn't seem like your father was awake. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you shut the front door, letting out a sigh of relief. Now all you had to do was make it to your bedroom without being seen. You made your way down the hallway, but as you passed the doorway leading to the kitchen, you were suddenly stopped by a familiar voice.

"Where have you been?" Your father asked, startled, you turned your head to see your dad sitting at the kitchen table with a serious look on his face. You could feel your heart start to race, you had been caught.

"I-I" you began to stutter, trying to come up with a convincing lie.

"I was out with friends and lost track of time" you finally found the words. You were silently hoping your father would believe you. However, judging by the expression on his face, he didn't.

"Sit down" he spoke, gesturing to the empty chair. Part of you wanted to just run up to your room and lock your door, but you knew better than that. Becoming more nervous, you entered the kitchen and took a seat across from your dad. For a moment, the two of you just sat there, an uncomfortable silence settling in the room.

"Tell me the truth, where were you?" Your dad finally asked. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid the conversation. Your father waited, his expression never changing. After he realized that you weren't going to give him an answer, he sighed.

"If you aren't going to tell me, fine. I already know" he told you. Your eyes went wide as you stared at him, you thought you had hidden it well, how did your father find out about what you had been doing.

"At first I didn't want to believe it when your friend told me you had been doing drugs" he spoke. You frowned, you knew your friends had been worried. You weren't mad they had said something, you felt ashamed more than anything.

"I-" you started to say something, yet your words got caught in your throat. You could feel tears building up in your eyes. Suddenly, your father stood up. You expected him to yell, to tell you how disappointed he was. But, to your surprise, you felt your father wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and you burst out crying. Your father simply held you, letting you cry into his shoulder.

"Whatever is going on, I'm here for you. We'll get through this together" he spoke as you began to cry harder.

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[nights-legacy]

Please do!

Hi I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs) or both. Something like that. Thank you 😊

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

How Would You Know Anymore?! - Aizawa x Sister! Reader

1354 words + You're the younger sister of Shota and ended up being in his class. You weren't expecting any special treatment at all but Shota was acting like you didn't even exist or was on the verge of being too harsh. No inbetween. You eventually start to act out and threaten your own position in class 1-A. Quirk: Can temporarily cancel or stun someone's quirk by touching them. As you train, the amount of time the person is without their quirk is lengthened. Eventually, you'll be able to control how much time it is.

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Y/N's POV

I was sitting at my desk, tapping my pen on the desktop. I was staring off into space while everyone was working on our English homework. A hand slammed down on top of mine, effectively stopping my tapping. I glanced to see it was Bakugou who wasn't even looking at me.

"Cut that out. It's annoying." He muttered while still working. I sighed and dropped my pen when he took his hand away.

"Y/N?" I looked up to see Hizashi looking up at me. He waved me up to his desk. I got up and walked up to him. I could see the concern in his eyes as he talked quietly. "What's up? You seem distracted. A lot lately."

"I've just a little out of it lately." I whispered.

"Do you know why?"

"Yeah. But I don't want to talk about it." I said.

"Would you want to talk about it with Shota?" I barely held back the scoff. I shook my head. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine. Head back to your desk."

"Yes sir."

Later, the class was out on the training field and Shota was giving some evaluations. He was going through everyone, giving detailed instructions, until he got to me last. He just gave me a look before speaking.

"Needs improvement." He said before walking away. I stared at him in shock before throwing my arms up in frustration.

"That's it?!" I yelled. He stopped and looked at me.

"Is there a problem?" He glared at me.

"Problem? Like you would know! For real!" I snapped. He didn't say anything and I scoffed. I turned and stormed towards the locker room.

"I haven't dismissed you!" He yelled.

"I don't give a fuck!" I replied without looking back. Knowing my brother, I knew he would use his capture weapon. I timed it and dodge rolled out of the way just in time and continued walking.

I got changed quickly and speed walked to my secret spot in the school. It was a small nook outside out of sight from prying eyes that I come to when I need to de-stress or wind down from the day. I plopped down and pulled out the hidden pack of cigarettes. I light one and take a drag. I will admit, my methods of de-stressing has changed drastically since school started. Since my brother started acting like I was that spot on the mirror you ignore until its absolutely annoying enough to clean.

I thought about the past few months. How things have changed and how this drift has come up between me and my brother. I cringed when I though about how disrespectful I've been to some of the teachers lately. I sat there for a while before a cough interrupted me.

"Shit." I looked up and saw Midnight with her arms crossed over her chest and a disappointed look on her face. "Hi, Midnight."

"Nezu's office. Now." She said firmly, holding out her hand. I set the carton of cigarettes in his hand.

"Yes ma'am." I put out the cigarette and walked towards Nezu's office. Midnight followed and explained everything to Nezu. I heard him call Shota and I internally groaned.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Y/N." Nezu said. I looked down ashamed. "Acting out, cussing out teachers, and now caught smoking on a strict no smoking campus."

"I'm sorry, sir." I said softly. The door burst open and I turned to see Shota.

"What's going on?" He asked with a stern look on his face.

"Aizawa, Y/N was caught smoking." Nezu said plainly.

"What? Y/N!" Shota turned to me with a mixture of emotions. "Are you serious?"

"What's the matter? You do it!" I snapped.

"Yes. But I am an adult. I also don't do it on school grounds. Y/N this is so unlike you."

"How would you know anymore?! It's not like you even pay attention anymore!" I glared. He paused and something flashed across his face. He turned and spoke to Nezu before looking at me.

"Come on. We're going home." He waved me on.

The trip home was silent. Inside it was ever worse. He went to the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles. He handed one to me. He sat down and sighed.

"What's going on?" He asked softly. I was surprised for a second but remembered who I was talking to. I sighed heavily and dropped down next to him.

"Ever since the Sports festival..." I started to explain. "You've basically been..." I trailed off.

"I've been..." He gently urged.

"You've been treating me like barely a blip on your radar. You barely treat me as an equal to the other students. I don't expect to be treated as your sister at school of course, but you don't even treat me like a worthy student."

"Y/N..." He sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees. He started rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry."

"Really?" I was surprised he apologized so quickly.

"Yeah. I got so in my head about being careful to not treat you with any favoritism as my little sister that I took it too far and didn't even treat you like my student." He looked at me. "The incident at the USJ struck me with the reality that you were doing this and I couldn't accept it."

"Shota. I'm okay."

"I know." He sat up straight and pulled me into his side. I hugged him and he rubbed my arm. "I just never thought as you were growing up that you would follow in my footsteps."

"Are you kidding me?" I looked up at him." You were and are my hero Shota. Of course I would follow in your footsteps."

"Well you are not going to get to if you keep acting like you have been at school. I'm pretty sure Nezu had half a mind to suspend or expel you. And I know it was partially my fault but it needs to Stop now."

"You're right." I sighed, setting my head on his shoulder. "I'll do better if you do better."

"Deal." He said as he held out his hand. I took his and shook it. We sat there for a few minutes.

"Shota?"

"Yeah."

"How am I really doing? You know in training?" I asked hesitantly.

"You are improving very well. Of course there are things you need to work on. Like your footwork. You need to find your rhythm. I can help of course but you may ask Ojiro or Iida for some advice too."

"Thanks." He nodded before he stood up. He walked into his room before going and grabbing something out of his work bag. He held up the pack of cigarettes Midnight confiscated from me and his own pack.

"We both quit?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

"For sure." I got up. He tossed them into the trash. I hugged him.

"I am sorry Sis. Really." He hugged me back. "Although, you have detention for the next two weeks though." I groaned.

"That's fair."

"And you're grounded for 2 weeks too."

"Seriously?!" I pulled away and looked at him.

"Yes." He looked at me, daring me to challenge him. I sighed heavily.

"That's fair too, I guess."

"You may get a break if you're good." He said. "You can start by... I don't know. Making your shrimp tacos with that tomatillo sauce for supper."

"Shota!" I could see him hiding a smile. "Real smooth. You're lucky I love you."

"Love you too, sis.”

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[avocadofics]

Dealing with the executive function

Aizawa x autistic reader

This is for my fellow autistic. Not to romanticize asd but because we don’t have enough media design especially for us. And I want to write fanfic that I can be comforted by on days when my adhd and asd traits make it hard

Synopsis: the reader is having bad executive functions and feel shitty aizawa come home to comfort reader.

Content Warning: executive function problems, anxious thoughts, crying, mentions of forgetting to eat, self doubt. Stay safe friends

You laid on back to the floor. Giving off sighs and a few tears. You had things to do but they were the things you hated doing. You remember shota mentioned something about needing it done. So what did you do?

Spend the majority of the day fighting youself to get started doing anything. You wanted to cry.

You didn’t want to disappoint shota but you felt like you most definitely were. What time was it even? would shota be home soon to see you’ve done nothing.

Oh what about dinner. You haven’t made dinner. Each second of time just added more stress to your list. A tear or two fell from your eyes. While you were laying there crying The cat walked over and plopped himself on your chest. Choco your cat had alway been in tune with your emotions and the weight from the cat helped you breath even if just a little.

“Hey choco, you think shota is gonna be annoyed at me?”

“Mreow”

“Yeah probably not. Doent mean I can’t sit here and think that way” of course right as you started to feel slightly better was when you heard your front door open and the footsteps of you boyfriend walking.

“Why,” his voice spoke up “Are you on the floor?”

“Bad romantic partner with no emotional energy to deal with anything sit in floor. Floor make thing better” you tired looking boyfriend sat down next to you and started petting the cat.

“What’s the problem.” That one thing you appreciated about shota he was never one to beet around the bush. If he knew you were upset hed ask you once if you didn’t want to answer now he’ll ask you later.

“The Chores. All the thing you ask me to do. I spent all day fighting myself cause I hate doing them and I just did nothing today at all.” Your could feel your tears starting to get bigger in your eyes.

“When did you eat last,”

“Huh?”

“When did you eat last,”

“Breakfast I think I don’t remember if I ate lunch or not.” He gave me one of his gentle sighs and stands up.

“Okay up. I’m going to have you go lie down while I make food and do a few chores.”

“But you just got home from work and guy normally take a nap so you can feel decent enough for hero work tonight.” You say staring up at him as he stood above you.

“I’ll see if anyone can cover my zone tonight. You are overwhelmed and I’m not gonna let you deal with it alone. If I got to tired from work you would call up the school and make them give me a day off. I think me taking one night from hero work to support my partner is aloud.” He put his hand down waiting for you to grab it.

“Okay,” you grabbed his hand and he helped you up. You headed to the bedroom exhausted from fighting yourself mentally. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and opened you phone to watch something.

Shota walked in behind you where he switches his hero clothes and puts in some grey sweatpants and a t-shirt you had bought him.

After a few minutes  you smell the amazing sent of one of your safe foods. The one you’ve been talking about the last few days but just haven’t had the energy to make it. You were glad that he was taking the night off. Night where shota took time off meant cuddles and getting to rewatch shows while eating yummy food.

Shota walked in and handed you a plate. He moved his way into his side of the bed.

“Thank you shota,”

“Anytime.” You leaned into shota and he wrapped an arm around you.

#aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shōta x reader #shota x reader #shōta x reader #x reader #fanfiction #autistic #x autistic reader #writing #m4a #aizawa x autistic reader #mha x reader #mha #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #Boku no hero x reader #mha x autistic reader

[fairytsuk1]

Incubus aizawa????

in hindsight, it was a joke! something silly, something that wasn't actually meant to come to fruition!

your friends had come to you, eager smiles and mischievous thoughts as the exclaimed that the legendary "Aizawa" would only present himself on the days leading up to Halloween and you had to do the ritual.

"are you sure?" you feel anxiety thrumming in your neck as you stared at the supposed picture of the Incubus... he was pretty attractive.

huge muscles with wispy hair that gave him such a manly aura, horns that stuck like mountains out his head and black hair that was luscious in nature but you reckoned could wrap around you like snakes.

he shouldn't be hot, but he looks exactly your type and it's been a bit of a dry spell lately...

"yes, you just have to say it! he's totally your type right?" kimiko explains excitedly, sleepover pajamas pink and cute as she gets in your face, "you wanna fuck him right?"

embarrassment burns in your core as you sit in the middle facing the framed photo of Aizawa; clad in your own thigh-high socks. apparently he liked those, he sounded like a pervert to you.

"oh my god, just shut up so I can do the ritual!"

and then you shift anxiously before beginning to murmur, growing to a chant.

"my daemon Aizawa, i give myself up to you. I want you to devour me whole, and if I shall not please you..." your minds blanks and there's a helpful whisper from toga, "you may feed me to your beloved three-headed cat, insomnia."

and nothing happens.

"i told you it was stupid! it was never gonna work!"

sighs of disappointment ring out around the circle of girls, and none of you can hear the heavy steps of a daemon making his way through your apartment with tired eyes and donning an all-black outfit.

you're sleeping soundly, and you're still wearing his favorite outfit. normally, well, more like rarely; aizawa liked to feed these weak little mortals to his cat and call it a day.

dare he say it, you were too cute to be eaten. and so you awoke with a heavy feeling on your chest and slick dripping between your legs.

"you give yourself up for me? you're a dedicated one, huh? and i'm a pervert? that's a bit mean."

you can hardly breathe and you're not even sure you want to with the mass whose shoulder come out of your chest ghostly, "wha? wha's goin' on? are you...!"

and then he's rising, fog coming off him in billows of clouds that dose the room in a heavy haze. he's intoxicating, and you feel yourself mewl as he climbs out of your body and looks down at you.

you were right, hair as black as coals that could strangle you at any moment. but he doesn't kill you, he just grins.

"giving yourself up to me is a huge sacrifice."

"i didn't!"

"oh, but you did, my love. you did when you wore..." he snaps the band of your socks, "these. and when you said that chant of course. i was going to take your body the minute it happened."

his hand, cold and veiny wraps itself around your throat as his grin grows even wider, "and one more thing."

"daemon is too aged. call me daddy, and i'll make you cum so hard you'll think you're dead. okay?"

against your better judgement, you nod.

"good. now, let's see what's under these pretty panties hm?"

and you give yourself up wholly to him once again, you just hope he leaves your soul alone after he's done with you.

#yandere aizawa #aizawa shouta x you #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota smut #shota aizawa smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #boku no hero academia smut #should i make this a fic loll

[dabilove27]

Autumnal

Paring: Aizawa Shouta x Fem!Reader

Rating: T? (there's like one cuss word, I am still an 18+ blog, MDNI)

Warnings: None! If there is anything I'm missing please let me know! Both characters are at least 21+

Word Count: 0.5k

A/N: Hello! This is a small drabble for the season! The prompt came from this post! Thank you so much to @gixxie and @lady-lunaaa for beta reading so long ago and lifting me up with all your comments I adore you both!!

Yellow strips of nylon lay scattered across the bedroom floor as you curse under your breath. You had burnt your finger with the hot glue gun for the hundredth time that evening. You'd think you would have learned by now not to test the glue with your finger, but you hadn't.

Although, it could be the stress of making this project look perfect. You really really wanted it to look just like him. You'd spent two hours tracing and drawing in black tufts of hair, dark eyes with dark bags below, little pieces of stubble, and your boyfriend's scowl onto a pale white pumpkin. And now the stupid nylon was refusing to stick as you wrapped it around the pumpkin strategically. 

The idea had popped into your head after seeing the perfect Aizawa-looking pumpkin at the supermarket that morning. You knew he'd roll his eyes at it once you were done. But you also knew how much he loved seeing you explore your crafts. And even though he would joke around, you loved how he would still indulge you in exploring what you loved. 

The Autumnal days brought out a creative side in you that seemed dead during the rest of the year. And for fuck's sake, all you wanted to do was make a cute little pumpkin that resembled your boyfriend. With an exasperated sigh, you leaned back against the bed, willing the headache that was coming on to disappear. What was the point? He might hate it anyways, so why are you putting in so much effort?

You were so caught up in your self-defeating thoughts that you missed Aizawa's near-silent footsteps as he entered the apartment. You lost track of time because of the stupid glue gun and nylon mishaps. 

"Did you destroy my sleeping bag?" A deep voice came from the doorway, causing you to startle with a sharp intake of breath. 

"Fuck! You scared me!" You yelped as you tried to get your heartbeat to slow. "Wait, no! Don't look; it's a surprise!" Shame and sadness filled you. This was supposed to be a cute surprise, and now all Shouta was seeing was a half-decorated pumpkin and a mess of nylon spread across the floor.

Aizawa ignored your pleas. Instead, he quirked an eyebrow at your outburst. "Are you gluing my sleeping bag to that pumpkin?" His eyes gestured to the sad-looking winter squash in front of you. 

"It's not...Ok, maybe it is what it looks like," you finally gave up in defeat. "I just wanted to make a cute pumpkin like you." You lowered your head and refused to see his disappointment. You'd put in hours for a stupid pumpkin that didn't turn out.

But instead of a sound of annoyance, you heard a soft chuckle from the man at the doorway as he made his way over to you. Shouta knelt down next to you, slipping his hand under your chin and lifting it up so that you looked at him. "You're so cute, you know that? Let me see if I can help," he replied gently, kissing your lips.      

Thank you for reading!

#aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #my writing #autumnal #dabilove27 writing

[piedpiperart]

Menagerie part 8

PART SEVEN

Bakugo couldn’t believe it. Last night, his parents got a call from UA to come in early for a parent-teacher meeting to discuss his ‘behavior’. He scoffed. No doubt Deku came to them crying about him. But Katsuki didn’t have anything to worry about, he never did. None of the teachers cared about Deku anyway. 

That was why he didn’t understand why his teacher was looking at him with disappointment and annoyance. Surely he could see that Katsuki was the strongest out of the whole class, that he deserved to be at UA more than any of those other shitty extras. This was infuriating.

“It has come to our attention that Bakugo has a record of bullying,”Aizawa-sensei stated, and Katsuki clenched his fists in indignation.

“I wouldn’t say bullying,”Mitsuki hedged,”Sure, he’s a little rough around the edges, but Katsuki wants to be a hero, there’s no way he’d hurt someone on purpose!”  

Aizawa gave her a flat stare, before his eyes drifted over to Katsuki, and his blood ran cold. His teacher raised a brow, as if to ask Bakugo if he was going to tell his parents himself. “Tch. Whatever lies Deku’s been telling, it ain’t true,”Bakugo scoffed, but he could feel his palms getting sweatier with nerves. 

“That’s funny,”Aizawa drawled, and Bakugo’s parents shared a look. “Because Midoriya hasn’t told me anything.” 

Aizawa’s words left Bakugo confused, until he remembered the two extras in the hallway. The purple haired one and the scar-face. “Midoriya? You mean Izuku?” Mitsuki asked, shoulders slumping in relief. “They’ve been friends for ages, I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding,”She explained, and Aizawa turned his gaze to her. 

“You think shoving Midoriya against a wall in an empty hallway and using your quirk to burn him is a misunderstanding?” The pro hero challenged, and Mitsuki paled. 

Bakugo scoffed. “The nerd deserved it, he was looking down on me- He had a quirk this whole time! That bastard was hiding it from me,”Bakugo sneered, letting off some sparks in his hands. Aizawa eyed his fists carefully, and he resisted the urge to wipe his hands on his pants. 

Katsuk resolutely kept his gaze away from his parents, knowing neither of them would be pleased with him. He knew they had a soft spot for Deku, they just didn’t understand. Everyone knew he was better than Deku, and now, now with that stupid nerd hiding his quirk from him! That was just too much. 

“Katsuki..”Mitsuki gasped, and covered her mouth with a hand. Katsuki kept his glare on his teacher, the man who should be expelling Deku for hiding his quirk for so long, and cheating to get into UA. It was no wonder he hid his quirk, he had to use other people for it to work. 

Aizawa cleared his throat to get the parent’s attention. “Normally, this is enough to expel him from the hero course,”He said, but put up a hand when all three made some noise of protest,”But because of this incident, I looked into his school records and found some.. Discrepancies.” Before anyone could say anything, Aizawa continued with,”So I requested to take a look at some security footage from Aldera Middle school, and found multiple cases of assault with a quirk, bullying, and suicide-baiting, all directed towards Midoriya or kids with ‘weaker’ quirks.”

After those words, Katsuki couldn’t take it,”So what? None of that is on my record- you can’t fucking expell me over this shit!”

“Shut it, brat,”Mitsuki barked, and her fists curled on the arms of her chair. She turned to Aizawa. “I was unaware that this was going on, but I promise you he’ll accept any consequences you see fit. I thought,”She paused wiping her eyes. “I thought he was just like me, you know? Loud and brash, but.. I never thought he’d stoop so low. Poor Izuku..”

“I’ve expelled students for less,”Aizawa commented dryly,”But there’s no way Bakugo will be allowed to continue at UA. If any of his previous tendencies were shown on his record, he wouldn’t have been accepted in the first place.”

After hearing those words, Katsuki slumped in defeat. He was being expelled. From UA. He was being expelled from the number one hero school in Japan, and he was never going to be able to become a hero, much less the number one. His nails dug into his palms. It was all Deku’s fault. He set me up, Katsuki thought. He ignored the voice in the back of his head, asking if Deku made him hurt him for all those years. 

Katsuki tuned out the rest of the conversation. He wasn’t dumb, he knew when arguing was a lost cause, and looking into his teachers eyes… he knew there was no way of getting out of this. He didn’t hear the three of them talking about therapy, and how if he manages to pass evaluation in a year, they can talk about enrolling into a different hero program. He misses the disappointed, brokenhearted looks from his parents as they agree, taking a list of psychiatrists freshly printed from his teacher. His ex-teacher now. 

Katsuki barely paid any attention as the meeting ended. He held in a scoff when his parents bowed to the pro hero, and was the first one out the door. Bakugo stomped out the school, ears burning in humiliation as he caught sight of a few students on his way out. One curly haired fucker seemed to watch him eerily, and he popped a few sparks in his palms. Soon after that display, his usually quiet father put a stern hand on his shoulder, giving him a look of dismay so strong it made him want to cry. He didn’t though, not when all the nosy extras were milling about the place. 

Tuning out his mom as she lectured, eventually they reached the car, and Katsuki couldn’t help but take one last look at UA as they drove off. He felt nothing but hot, boiling rage that Deku was stealing his dream of becoming a hero in every way possible. 

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Rain paused in their exploration, wondering why Bakugo was at school so early with his parents. Ultimately though, he was on a mission, and glanced away almost as soon as Katsuki met their gaze. Not that the blonde could see his eyes from beneath his curly hair. 

Everything was so new and exciting, and he wanted to explore more of the school. Rain wondered if the school was always so bright as he stuck his head through the door to a random classroom. He hummed, noting its emptiness, but taking a moment to breathe in the chalky, pencil smell from the room. 

Then he was off, going down the hall until he came across another classroom. He peeked his head in, only to come face to face with his- mentor? Dad? Teacher? He frowned, settling on teacher. Looking over, he could see Aizawa-sensei watching him with an amused expression. “Present Mic told me you might stop by. How are you feeling?”

Rain hummed, stepping into the classroom and taking a seat in the front. It was Izuku’s desk. “Good. My name’s Rain.”

Aizawa dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Nice to meet you. What’s the notebook for?”

Rain glanced down at the notebook they’d placed onto the desk. “Feelings.” They settled on, offering the notebook to Aizawa after a moment of hesitation. Tension left their shoulders when his teacher set a juicebox down on the desk and gently picked up the notebook. 

Delighted, Rain took the juicebox while Aizawa tried to stifle a smile at the notes taken in the book. There was everything from what the floor felt like to impromptu interviews with a random student passing through in the hall. Looking down at the kid, he saw a content smile as they tapped the desk and sipped at the apple juice. 

“Do you want to participate in class, or do you think Izuku will be too tired?” Aizawa asked, placing the notebook back on the desk. 

Tilting his head in thought, Rain pursed his lips before saying,”Can I join class? Izuku can take a nap during lunch.”

“Yeah, that’s fine kiddo,”Aizawa said, leaning on Bakugo’s old desk. “If you need a break, you or the kids can hang out in the lounge for a bit. I can write you a pass.”

“Thank you,”Rain smiled softly before going back to the juice box. Aizawa hid a smile in his scarf as he made his way back to his desk to continue grading papers. 

The two of them sat in comfortable silence until the rest of Rain’s friends came back from the gym, dressed in their regular uniforms. Aizawa mourned the silence at Kaminari’s boisterous laughter. 

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“Ugh,”Izuku grumbled, curling further into the sleeping bag as he lay scrunched on the couch in the teachers lounge. At one end of the couch, Todoroki dozed in a light nap with Izuku’s sleeping bagged feet in his lap. 

“Hey, don’t complain,”Uraraka whispered so she didn’t wake Todoroki,”You chose to stay as Rain for that long, you get consequences.”

Izuku didn’t dignify that with a response, only curling up further to press his face into the soft couch cushions. Uraraka snorted. They’d been able to have lunch in the teachers lounge because Izuku and Todoroki almost passed out when they unfused. Well, Izuku more so than Todoroki, but still. Aizawa had all but shoved them into the lounge for a nap.

Uraraka, Shinsou and Denki came with their lunches and sat around the couch, quietly eating while the two slept. Todoroki seemed to wake up perfectly fine halfway through lunch, if not a bit sleepy, but didn’t move from the couch as Shinsou passed him his lunch. Much to their amusement, Todoroki ate his bento with most of Izuku’s legs in his lap. 

Eventually, Izuku stirred from slumber towards the end of lunch with a loud stomach growl. Sleepily he reached a hand out of the bright yellow sleeping bag and made grabby hands at Todoroki. While the others were snickering, Todoroki picked up a roll of sushi with his chopsticks and placed it gently in Izuku’s hand. It was then unceremoniously and sleepily shoved into Izuku’s mouth with a pleased hum.

“Is he still asleep?” Denki whispered, prompting Uraraka to spit out some of the water she was drinking in a burst of laughter. 

“Oh my god what if he’s sleep-eating?” Uraraka laughed. Shinsou looked contemplative, passing Todoroki Izuku’s lunch box as well and Todoroki had just continued eating. “Will he wake up?”

“How long does he usually sleep?” Denki asked. Izuku’s sleepy hand came back out to make gestures at Todoroki, sending them all in a fit of poorly concealed quiet laughter. This time, Todoroki opened Izuku’s lunch and with his chopsticks, passed over a piece of chicken katsu to place in Izuku’s waiting hand. That too, was shoved into Izuku’s mouth with sleepy bites and a hum of content. 

“So cute,”Denki complained. “But yeah, how long does he usually sleep for after using his quirk?”

“I dunno,”Uraraka shrugged. “Guess it depends on how much energy he used up. Usually when we trained it was later in the day so he could go to bed early and wake up in the morning fine.”

“Aizawa said if he needs more rest he can stay and skip english,”Shinsou reminded them. “After that, he’s on his own.”

“What? I’m sure Aizawa would let him sit out on other stuff- maybe even the whole day?”Denki thought aloud. 

“I doubt it,”Uraraka snorted,”Plus we have hero training today. Izuku wouldn’t want to miss that.”

“Isn’t All Might teaching that?” Shinsou asked, watching Izuku make another grab for food. 

Denki perked up,”Yeah! All Might’s the new heroics teacher, isn’t it cool?! I can’t believe the number one hero is gonna be teaching us. He’s probably really good at it, I bet he has lots of experience with training younger heroes, you know?”

“I dunno, he seems kind of.. dumb,”Shinsou grimaced, not finding a better word for it. 

“Head empty,”Todoroki added sagely from the couch, and Denki clapped his hands together in quiet applause. 

“I’m so glad I taught you memes,”Denki said, wiping a fake tear,”That was perfect.”

Shinsou made a face, looking over and seeing Todoroki oddly proud of whatever that was. “Alright but yeah, All Might isn’t the most proactive hero when it comes to public speaking or advocating for right or anything. I don’t think he’ll be that great of a teacher,”Shinsou drawled. 

“What? But he’s number one! Surely they wouldn’t let him teach a bunch of kids if he wasn’t good at it?” Denki asked. 

“We’ll just have to wait and see,”Uraraka shrugged nonchalantly, but inside she was thinking over what she’d heard from Izuku about All Might. Even thoughts during the times they’d fused were… complicated. She wondered if Izuku would tell her about it if she asked. 

“Wanna make a bet?” Shinsou smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I bet you a dollar All Might sucks as a teacher.”

“You’re on! I bet he’s amazing,”Denki sniffed indignantly. He turned to Todoroki and Uraraka. What about you guys?”

“I think I’m on your side Denks,”Uraraka laughed. Despite what she felt from Izuku, it mostly came across as hero worship. Its not like Izuku had ever met All Might in person, right? 

“Shinsou,”Todoroki added dryly. He didn’t have faith in any high ranked hero. All Might included. 

  Denki hummed. “Guess we’ll have to ask Izuku when he wakes up what side he’s on.”

“Damn,”Denki muttered softly, with feeling, as the class watched All Might fumble to answer the class’s barrage of questions and then pull out a stack of notecards. “You were right.”

Denki could feel Shinsou’s smug smile from under his purple face mask. “Pay up,”Shinsou said mercilessly, taking the dollar Denki pulled out of his pocket. 

“Is this about the bet?” Todoroki asked, inching closer. “I think Shinsou and I won.”

“What bet?”Izuku asked, watching Uraraka huff and pay Todoroki a dollar. “Why are you guys keeping money in your hero suits?”

They turned to Izuku with varied expressions. “You don’t carry money in your hero suit?” Shinsou asked with a raised brow.

“Uh… no?”Izuku said, looking worried. “Should I? Why? How much do I need to have??”

Uraraka snorted. “Nah you’re fine. Maybe enough for a lunch or bus ride just in case you get stranded somewhere, or need to buy something for a pedestrian? You’re fine right now though.”

“Yeah, Uraraka and I just lost a bet,”Denki sighed dramatically. 

Izuku tilted his head in a way that reminded Shinsou of a puppy. “What did you guys bet on?” 

“If All Might was gonna be a good teacher or not,”Todoroki said. “He’s not.”

Izuku let out a mix between a laugh and a snort that made Denki’s heart flutter. “Man,  woulda won then too. He’s kinda…”

“Dumb?” Shinsou added mercilessly, and he heard laughter from behind him from the purple haired girl. 

“Head empty,”Todoroki nodded, and Denki gave him a high five. 

“Yeah,”Izuku smiled, then frowned. “I met him before. It didn’t go so well.”

“What?!”Denki almost shouted, then quieted when he realized the class had turned their attention to him. When the class turned away he tried again, quieter this time. “What? How did you meet him??”

“Ah, he saved me from a villain,”Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“How’d that turn into a bad experience?” Denki asked, confused. 

“What, did he tell you you couldn’t be a hero or something?” Shinsou joked, but Izuku just glanced at his feet. “Wait what? Why-”

“I was uh, quirkless at the time,”Izuku muttered, and the other three took a breath of realization. 

“Well if I knew that before I woulda won the bet,”Denki grumbled, and Izuku snorted. “I mean, it’s fine. It was a while ago,”Izuku reassured. Uraraka’s eyes narrowed. 

“How long ago?” Uraraka asked. 

“Uh, end of junior high?” Izuku responded, and the rest of them winced. Except Todoroki, he was busy glaring at the number one hero. He wasn’t surprised the man was quirkist. Shouto had a theory that all high ranking heroes and high class people were. 

Shinsou nudged Uraraka and Denki playfully,”Hey, want to play pranks on him?” 

“Play pranks on All Might?” Denki exclaimed, while Uraraka responded with a resounding Hell yes. 

“I agree,”Todoroki nodded, and Izuku looked on at his scheming friends in awe and a bit of fear. 

“Alright, we can come up with ideas later, but for now just be as uncooperative as possible,”Shinsou instructed, and they all nodded in agreement. Even Izuku, who did indeed want to get back at All Might a bit while supporting his friends interests. 

“Any questions?” All Might asked at the end of his speech. He pointed dramatically to Iida, whose hand was raised. “You there!”

“Why are we being partnered randomly, wouldn’t it be better to work with someone who is compatible to our quirks?” Iida asked, and Izuku had to restrain himself from piping up with the answer. He was pretty sure All Might had a different one anyway. 

“Yes! You will all need to work with a variety of heroes when you graduate, not all of them will work well with your own quirk, but adapting to the challenge is what makes a hero!” All Might exclaimed, then pointed to Shinsou. “What is your question?”

“How come we’re not learning the basics of fighting instead of jumping straight to battle trials?” Shinsou drawled. 

“Because I’ll need to see what level you all are at before anything can be improved upon!” All Might responded. 

“Is this something Aizawa-sensei signed off on?” Jirou piped up. “Cuz when I asked him he said today would be quirkless fighting.”

“Haha,”All Might laughed nervously,”There was a change of plans! Besides, battle trials are a better way to gauge your skillset!”

“What if our costumes don’t fit? Aizawa-sensei said you were going to help us get them modified if there were any problems?” Uraraka chimed in. 

“Well- Anyone who can’t participate with their costume can sit out for now,”All Might stammered, before turning away,”Right! First up is group C as the heroes versus group A as the villains!” 

Izuku and Shinsou exchanged glances. It was them as heroes against Mina and Iida as villains. Ignoring All Might sputtering around the students and herding them into the viewing box, Shinsou and Izuku got together for planning. 

“Are you okay with fusing with me?” Izuku asked earnestly, and Shinsou hesitated. Not missing a beat, he added,”That’s fine. I think All Might would hate to see me win quirkless anyway,”He said wryly. 

Shinsou let out a breath. “Right. Yeah, any plans?”

“A few,”Izuku grinned. 

Iida was excited. Sure he was playing a villain, which wasn’t ideal, but for the sake of the exercise he could act. His brother had taught him a bit about acting when he’d signed him up for a play once. Except, he knew Shinou was his opponent, and that meant he couldn’t speak. He wasn’t sure if Shinsou required a response or just any sound, but Iida wasn’t going to risk it. 

Not long after the exercise started, he heard Mina through the comms. “I hear them! I’m going in for attack,”She said excitedly, and Iida confirmed with the plan. He would stay and guard the bomb while she attacked. It was the perfect plan. 

However, when he didn’t hear back from Mina after a few minutes, he started to worry. Soon after, there were footsteps in the hall leading up to the bomb room where he was guarding. Much to his surprise, Shinsou strolled nonchalantly into view. His costume was a lot like Aizawa-Sensei’s, but purple and black. He didn’t have a scarf, but had a mask covering his nose and mouth and a hooded cape. 

“Where’s Mina?”Iida blurted out before he could stop himself. Shinsou just laughed. 

“Izuku’s taking care of her,”Shinsou said, jerking his thumb back down the hall. “Do you surrender?”

Iida kept quiet, knowing that if he responded the exercise was over. He couldn’t afford to get caught now that Mina was down. They’d both lose. Shinsou only tilted his head before removing his mask, revealing a chilling smile. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to respond to lose. I was only the distraction.” 

Adrenaline shot down Iida’s spine at those words, and he panicked, whipping around to face the bomb. Much to Iida’s dismay, Izuku was grinning right back at him, hand on the bomb right next to an open window. “Checkmate,”Izuku called, and Iida fought back a smile. 

“The hero team wins!” All Might called over the speakers. Iida marched towards Shinsou as Izuku followed, and Mina came running into the room a minute later. 

“Your strategy was admirable! Your execution was outstanding,” Iida called, chopping his hand down as Shinsou’s face went red. 

“It was Izuku’s plan,”Shinsou mumbled, but was bowled over by Mina’s hug. 

“That was awesome! Seriously, memes? That’s how you got me?” Mina moaned. “I bet Denki is laughing his ass off in the viewing room,”She pouted, making Shinsou and Izuku snort. 

“Did you see his costume?” Izuku chimed in, apparently eager to show off Shinsou’s design, much to Shinsou’s surprise. 

“Hell yeah! Dude, it’s badass!”Mina exclaimed as they walked back out of the building. “Purple is a hard color to pull off, but damn, you do it well.”

“Your costume is very stealthy as well, Midoriya!”Iida complimented, and Izuku shot him a smile. It was a bit more brightly colored than Aizawa’s but still had a plain greenish blue design surrounded by mostly black and bits of red. 

“Thanks! It’s a bit plain, but that’s cause when I fuse with people their costumes get mixed into mine. Uraraka said it could look really bad if theres too many colors to mix.”Izuku rambled, and Iida could understand that. He absently wondered what Izuku and he would look like fused. 

“Why did you guys not use Izuku’s quirk?” Mina asked, and Shinsou stiffened. 

“No time to figure out a new fusion quirk, and sides’ we already had a good plan,”Izuku shrugged, and Shinsou sent him a grateful smile. 

“It is true, you did not need to go to such lengths to defeat us,”Iida said, morosely. 

“Hey, it’s just practice, that’s what makes it a learning experience,”Mina said cheerily. “Sure, I’m bummed we lost, but that just motivates me to kick their asses next time,”She said, shooting Shinsou a deadly grin, which he raised a not intimidated eyebrow at. 

“You can try,”Shinsou snorted. 

PART NINE COMING SOON

#menagerie comic

[we-are-so-close]

“You look nice.” Aizawa’s tone gave no indication of how he really felt. It’s a tone that you had grown used to, something you were usually able to decipher, something you had grown to love. 

He did think that you looked nice, but if he wasn’t holding back, he might have told you that you looked stunning. A backless burgundy dress. Long sleeved and covered in an intricate golden lace design flowing up to the neckline. It was gorgeous; you were gorgeous, but it still didn’t suit you. He assumed you chose this color because it complemented what Hawks’ was wearing, and since the two of you arrived together…

“You look nice, too,” you smiled tenderly. “I really love the color you chose for your tie!”

“I know,” he said softly under his breath. It wasn’t dismissive, but it was because he really did know that you would like the color; it was your favorite afterall. 

A slight sound of commotion had you turning to face the stage. Present Mic was up at the front, no microphone needed. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now at the time of the night where we have those of you share a dance with someone you did not attend the gala with.”

The music slowly started building and you recognized it immediately. 

“Ah, this is my favorite song.” 

“I know,” Aizawa replied again. “Since we’re here, would you like to dance?” He asked as he offered you his hand. 

You looked around and saw that Hawks was nowhere to be seen, so you didn’t see the harm in dancing with your old mentor. 

You take the tried and true position of two dancing partners. Slowly, you sway to the rhythm. You took to staring at his chest, not knowing if you could look him in the eyes. 

“So, you and Hawks?”

“Me and Hawks?” your tone matched his. 

“You two arrived together, so are you two…you know…”

“Dating? No. He said it would be good for publicity. Well, for me anyway. Not sure how the public will view him after bringing me with him.” You tried to make light of your situation, but it came off as more pathetic. 

A brief wave of relief washes over Aizawa hearing that you are not dating Hawks, but it’s soon replaced with a sense of guilt because of the situation you were in. Things had happened so quickly. One day he was mentoring you as a teacher in training, and then the next day you had been moved to be under the supervision of the number two pro hero. 

“How, uh…how have you been?” He asked you, the two of your bodies coming closer together as the music plays on. 

“I’ve thought about texting you,” you tell him honestly. 

I miss you. I hate not seeing you every day. I love you. 

“Me, too.” 

The music began to pick up and the two of you fall into the steady beat. If people hadn’t known any better, they’d have thought you two had done this before. 

“Shouta.”

“______.”

The two of you slow, eyes locking, words ready to spill from both of your lips. 

“Mind if I cut in?” the familiar voice of Hawks cuts through the two of you. 

“Keigo,” you state in surprise. 

“You never mentioned you could dance, old man.” A slight jab at the man you were just dancing with. He draped his arm over your shoulder, a subtle way to let Aizawa know that you were under his watchful eye.

“I guess it never came up in our many conversations.” The sarcasm was radiating from Aizawa’s body. 

“Guess not. But I think it’s time for us to go, don’t you think ______? It’s been a busy night for you.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you replied. “Bye, Eraserhead. It was nice to see you again.” You knew that Hawks could hear the disappointment in your voice, but you were hoping that Aizawa would hear it, too. Hawks steered you toward the back as Aizawa threw his hand up in good-bye. 

Once you were out of earshot, Hawks stopped and turned you to face in the direction you had just left. 

“I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“Hm,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Couldn’t help it, I guess.”

“What does it feel like? Watching the person you love have no interest in you?” 

That statement clenched your heart. Your breath hitched in your throat. 

“It doesn’t..I don’t..”

“You don’t have to answer, babe. I know what it’s like.” His arm discreetly pulled you closer to him. 

Present Mic walked over to Aizawa, who was standing in the same spot you left him. 

“So, did you tell her?”

“I couldn’t.”

“What do you mean you 'couldn’t'? I did all of that up there in order to get you your chance and you blew it? I’m going to start calling you ChickenHead,” Hizashi punched Aizawa in the shoulder, no malice behind the action. 

“How could I? All I would be doing is taking her shot at happiness. At least one of us deserves to be happy.” 

“I think you’re wrong about that, Shouta. You both deserve to be happy, and you both could be happy together.”

The two men stared at you and Hawks. And you and Hawks stared back. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “let’s go.” 

One last look at Shouta was all you needed to know about how he felt about you, truly. 

It would take too long for the pieces of your hearts to be pieced back together.

#aizawa #aizawa x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #aizawa angst #mha #mha angst

[crepe-of-wrath]

Scarf Smut Saturday

notes/warnings: 18+ please; fem Reader; Aizawa on hero patrol; actual legitimate scarf usage; not really Stockholm Syndrome, but if that is a big squick/trigger for you, don't read this one

One second you were in the crosshairs of some petty thieves, then, in the next, you were being pulled through the air, watching the blocks of the city flash before your eyes. You were...wrapped up in something? It was tight.

A few terrifying, nausea-inducing seconds later, you were on some isolated rooftop, your body crumpled a few feet away from an intimidating man dressed all in black, who held the end of the fabric that was binding you taut in his hand. His hands and arms looked very strong and it was clear that he was in absolute control of the situation. That meant you were trapped. Oh.

All he would have to do was tug and you'd be right there, bound and on your knees at his feet--

You shook your head as though that would banish the traitorous thought trying to force its way into your conscious mind.

No, you scolded yourself. No, this was bad luck. Yes, very bad luck. From minnow villains to someone who must be at the top of the villain food chain given that no heroes appeared to be interested in coming to your aid and challenging him. Your luck was terrible. Awful, really.

When he removed his golden goggles, the look he gave you made you shake. See, said the angel in your mind. Terrifying. Bad Luck. But the other voice in your head--the same perfidious one from earlier--pointed out that your shakes weren't the frightened kind.

He approached you, letting the cloth slacken. For a half-heartbeat (maybe more) you were disappointed. Soon he was looming over you, his hair fluttering lightly in the wind. Yes, he was strong. Strong and competent. Someone who could take care of things. No, there was no hope of escape for you. It just wasn't your day. Poor you.

As you stared at him and he stared back in confusion, you realized that, of course, someone in this situation would be struggling, right? Should you...? Yes, obviously you should. You writhed a little, and if that happened to further ensnare you in his bindings, well, what a shame, no? You should probably also beg him for mercy--but sweetly and as prettily as possible. Best not to anger a powerful and handsome villain, right?

"Please don't hurt me," you said quietly, trying to make sure only a few tears--tears you prayed were delicate and lovely--fell from your eyes. Then, in your softest voice: "I can be good for you. I promise."

You did not except his furious blush. "Miss," he said in a deep voice that made you shudder, "I think there may be a misunderstanding--"

His hypnotic voice was drowned out by an extremely rude group of interlopers who were now streaming through the rooftop door.

"Eraser Head!"

"She's fine, Detective," replied your...savior? Who was...a hero?

Before you could get your mind around this new information, you were free of his bindings and police and ambulance personnel had led you away. The rest of the night was a dull, grey blur of nameless, not-Eraser Head men and women touching you and peppering you with questions and and prodding you to sign this or that.

And then it was all over. You were back home. At first, the silence and emptiness of your apartment was unbearable. But then, in the stillness, impressions started coming back--the rumble in his voice, the sureness of his movements, the way the lights of the city reflected in his long dark hair, fragments of memories of how it had felt when his hands skimmed over you as he removed the long scarf from your body.

You felt as though you were going mad as you destroyed what had once been an organized shelf in your closet in a desperate search for some more sheets. You flung yourself onto your mattress and wrapped one around your body as tightly as you could, trying to replicate that delicious feeling of being completely at his mercy.

How were you ever going to sleep again?

#aizawa shota #aizawa imagine #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa smut #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #scarf smut saturday

[italeean]

Laugh the stress away

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hi!! As I announced yesterday, here’s the fic. It was super fun to write and I love the idea of the teachers caring that much about their students ^_^ Thanks to everyone who will read it, your support means a lot to me. Siete tutti fantastici  💚🤍❤️ (you’re all amazing) As always, suggestions and support are always appreciated. Have a nice reading!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

Aizawa was storming towards the common room, as quietly as he could since it was 3 am, since he had seen a light while he was going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He was seriously worried that a villain was sneaking into the dorms, maybe with the intention of harming his students, but what he saw left him speechless.

Todoroki was sitting on the couch, papers scattered on the table, computer on and a pair of red eyes that not even the homeroom teacher ever got while he was using his quirk.

He looked so stressed that the pro hero couldn't bring himself to scold him, which is why he chose a more delicate, yet stern approach and invited him to go to his room and rest since it was so late.

The day after, Present Mic brought the graded English tests, and Todoroki wasn't surprised to see the 100% written on his perfect paper, given how hard he had studied, and he got complimented by Ms. Midnight for his excellent and pertinent interventions during her class.

But he couldn't bring himself to be happy or proud about it... he was so exhausted that even feeling emotions seemed tiring.

Obviously his behavior and his condition didn't go unnoticed, in fact the teachers were getting worried about their student and decided to confront him before his grades dropped, along with his morale probably.

The dual-haired hero was surprised when, after opening the door of his room after a knock, he found himself facing his teachers, Mr. Aizawa, Present Mic and All Might, to be precise. Although he knew he had done nothing wrong, he couldn't help but feel tense and slightly nervous because it wasn't an usual occurrence that three teachers visited a student.

"Little listener," Mic broke the ice "is something troubling you?" He went straight to the point to both spare time and prevent the student from being anxious over nothing. Todoroki understood what they were going to say, but decided to play dumb anyway, hoping they would drop the subject and leave.

However the three heroes were more than determined to help their pupil and tried many different approaches, and in the end the guy decided to drop the act and tell them everything.

He talked about the extra training that his father made him do, which not only was too much combined with the school training program, but also occupied the time he usually used to study and do his homework. He told his teachers about how Endeavor wanted him to keep his excellent grades although he was training more than anyone else. He confessed how he forced himself to pull so many all-nighters because he didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially himself, and he concluded saying "So that's why I may look slightly stressed..."

The teachers were astonished, even Aizawa was speechless. Todoroki had got everything out of his chest with such a calm demeanor that it was almost concerning, along with the situation.

"SLIGHTLY STRESSED?! THIS WOULD BE TOO MUCH EVEN FOR AN ADULT" Present Mic exclaimed, but he was quickly shushed by the dark-haired man, who had understood that the situation needed to be handled differently. This time, All Might took the lead of the conversation "Young Todoroki, we all understand your ambition to become not only a pro hero, but the #1 hero ever, but overworking yourself isn't the answer..." he remained calm to not make the guy feel like he was being scolded "I'll have a talk with your father to make him understand your current situation, but for now take it easy, alright?"

The student nodded, but he couldn't take it easy. He knew that Endeavor would've never accepted the idea of reducing his training and that the conversion with the ex #1 hero was going to end with a scolding from his father and maybe an even more intense training for him.

Obviously the teachers noticed his demeanor and couldn't leave just yet, not when the dual-eyed boy looked even more anxious than before.

"Come on, Young Todoroki," Toshinori sat on the bed with his pupil "try to not worry or overthink. We're your teachers and we care not only about your grades, but also about your well-being" he started rubbing his back to soothe him, but his fingers were grazing a bit too close to Shoto's sides, who couldn't refrain himself from squirming, although he was fighting back the urge to giggle with all his might.

The English teacher exchanged a knowing look with All Might, sat on the bed trapping Todoroki in the middle, and started softly squeezing his sides.

"Wha-whahahat's gohohoihing ohohon..?" the student had never been more grateful for the soundproofed walls that made sure that no one could hear his giggles. "Well... as your teachers we came to the conclusion that you need to relax and laugh, which is why we're tickling you, silly little listener hehehe... tickle tickle tickle" Hizashi said with a teasy grin.

Aizawa was observing the situation, ready to notice any sign of discomfort from the guy and stop his colleagues if that was necessary, but after noticing that the hero in training was genuinely having fun and cackling without any kind of worry, he decided to join the party.

He sat behind the trio and grabbed Shoto's hands, raised them slightly above his head and gestured the other two to unleash a full tickle attack on the stressed guy.

The two heroes went to town all over his torso, poking his tummy, softly kneading in his sides, delicately stroking his ribs paying extra attention to not leave any groove untickled, and worming their fingers into the poor boy's underarms. The assault and the soft phrases like "tickle tickle..." "come on, relax and laugh" and "you have a quiet laughter, it's so adorable..!" and many more coming from left and right were making him blush like crazy!

"Ihihi dohohon't thihihink thihihis ihis nehecehessahahahary..!" he tried to talk his way out of the predicament. "Your laughter says otherwise though" this time it was Aizawa talking, enjoying the squawk Todoroki let out after being exposed. He also let out an amused sigh, which was followed by an unexpected squeal.

The homeroom teacher tried to understand the reason behind that little outburst that the others didn't notice since their main focus was Shoto's middle. It didn't take long for him to understand what had happened, and once he struck, the cutest high-pitched giggles echoed in the room.

"HAHhahaheHE plehEHEahaHAsehe nahaHAhat thehEHErehe..! EEHEHEK!" Hizashi and Toshinori looked at the dark-haired man and noticed that he was sliding his fingertips all over Todoroki's hands, alternating between using only his pads and grazing the soft skin with his nails, and making him squeak every time he went between his fingers.

The three of them awwed at the flustered and giggly Todoroki (although Aizawa did that only internally) and unleashed the grand finale of their attack, which mainly consisted of those delicate and feather-like touches that drove the dual-haired guy up to the wall, and cherished the sight of their pupil finally having fun. "EEHEHEP! PleheheAHAHahaseHE stahAHAhap IHIHihit..!" After hearing those words, the teachers understood that it was time to stop and got up from the bed.

Both All Might and Present Mic ruffled Shoto's hair and patted his head, while Aizawa smiled fondly at the scene. The student was so tired that he decided to lay on the bed, which his teachers didn't mind, especially because it was partly their fault. "Tomorrow I'll have the talk to your father, so don't worry and try to recover a bit" All Might said "Alright, Young Todoroki?"

No answer.

The teachers checked the bed a bit concerned that they had overstepped the boy's boundaries, but they found him peacefully asleep with a soft and relaxed smile on his face. "Seems like he took your suggestion quite seriously" Aizawa whispered, making his colleagues snicker.

Paying extreme attention to not make any noise, they grabbed a blanket, covered him and left his room quietly closing the door, proud of the young hero for opening up to them and glad they were able to help him.

#tickle fic #mha tickles #bnha tickle #lee!todoroki #ler!aizawa #ler!mic #ler!toshinori #ticklish!todoroki #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[pwnyta]

Its impressive... Horikoshi really made little miss Deus Ex Machina even LESS narratively satisfying then I could have ever imagined. Both with Mirio AND now Deku....

TBF Its on me thinking it was kinda interesting that Deku lost his arms in Shiga-world and that for some reason translating to it happening outside too, I was curious how the fuck that happened but luckily we didnt have to dwell on that because Eri comes in and rips her horn off for some reason...

Wasnt the Quirk destroying bullets made from her blood... It says on the wiki it was her 'biological material' so maybe I assumed it was her blood... but like?? Why she have to rip her horn off? Aizawa (great to see you again btw im sorry Hori didnt think spending some more time with you would be beneficial for some reason but GREAT TO SEE YA BUD) BUT WTF DID YOU TELL ERI TO MAKE HER RIP HER HORN OFF!? Also lmao Ectoplam being put on babysitting duty is fucking NUTS. What do YOU MEAN?! Also he helped a little girl chop her horn off.... work. IDK if he was the best choice for this for various reasons....

ANYWAYS... Eri being like 'My horn is part of me and since you told me how my Quirk works... this should help' So like... you have hair ya know... A lot of it. You probably coulda/shoulda started with that... especially since it woulda been like... a callback to Deku eating All Mights hair to start the series off ya know?

BUT WHATEVER

CUZ IT WOULDA RUINED THE TENSION AIZAWA-SAN PLEASE.

For at least All Might... but Bakugo was dead for like a straight up year IRL... and honestly I would have accepted Eris quirk more than the actual hilarious nonsensical bullshit that happened. Which to remind everyone...

[An origami ninja folded himself up so small and wrapped/sewed himself around Bakugos ripped apart heart while a man who creates denim threads sewed it back together... neither of these men are surgeons but its fine because all that didnt save Bakugo he actually used his explosive Quirk to restart his OWN heart somehow...

Am I getting all that right? Its been a hot minute.

A hot ridiculous minute....]

All Might coulda been interesting though. And Hori somehow rarely disappoints when All Might is involved (accept AFO randomly having a quirk that completely undoes Stains Quirks ability. That was bullshit. He had a Quirk for that but not one for the rewind? OK... W/E. AFO is so disappointing.)

Hori letting Bakugo be dead for an IRL year completely killing the tension of the scene then reviving him in the most bull-shittest way I never could have imagined 🤝 Deku losing his arms in a somewhat interesting way only to get them back like a chapter later via some bullshit way via Eris horn I never could have imagined.

Also I didnt say it before but Ojiro, Sato, and Sero being shoved into this is so fucking funny. Hori really said 'Oh shit I forgot about these three... gotta pretend theyre useful somehow'

Love that.

Love my boys. Good for them LMAO.

#BNHA ranting.

[notsolocalsimp]

Rotten Ribbons

CHAPTER FIVE

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"(Y/N)? Is everything okay? You've been staring at me for a while now without saying a word," Aizawa questioned, breaking the silence between you both once again.

You blinked a few times, not wanting to let that topic go. "Um...yes, sorry, we can just eat quietly if you want."

His response was a nod, but it carried with it a sense of unease. There was a tension in the air, thickening the atmosphere around you like a suffocating fog. The weight of unspoken words hung heavily between you, casting a shadow over the room.

You both continued to eat in silence, the clinking of utensils against plates becoming the only sound in the otherwise stifling room. As you took small bites, your gaze would involuntarily drift towards Aizawa's hands. They were calloused, a testament to the countless battles he had fought and the sacrifices he had made as a hero. But they also held a story untold, a mystery that gnawed at the edges of your consciousness.

You hoped that he would tell you, spill the secrets that burdened his soul. But with each passing minute, it became apparent that Aizawa was not willing to share. His stoic facade remained intact, concealing the storm that raged beneath the surface.

After finishing everything on your plate, Aizawa stood up abruptly, his movements brisk and purposeful. "Thank you for dinner."

"No problem," you replied softly, your voice barely audible in the heavy silence that enveloped you. As you watched him put his plate in the sink, a sense of longing welled up within you, yearning for a deeper connection, a bridge between the chasms that separated your hearts.

"See ya," he muttered, the words falling from his lips with an almost dismissive tone. And with that, he left the kitchen without waiting for an invitation, his retreating figure disappearing around the corner.

You remained motionless, stunned by his sudden departure. Confusion tangled with disappointment, weaving a web of emotions that threatened to suffocate you. Why does everything have to turn out this way for you? Why was he so cold?

But amidst the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, there was something else. A fluttering sensation in the pit of your stomach, delicate as the wings of a butterfly. It was a feeling that defied explanation, a mix of hope and trepidation, of uncertainty and longing.

It must be the stir fry, you reasoned, desperately trying to rationalize the tumultuous storm that raged within you. But deep down, you knew it was more than just the food. It was the unspoken words, the unfulfilled desires, and the undeniable connection that lingered between you and Aizawa.

As you stood there, the empty silence of the kitchen surrounding you like a shroud, you made a silent promise to yourself. You would not let this go. You would find a way to breach the walls he had erected, to uncover the secrets he held so tightly. Because no matter how cold he appeared, you hoped you just had to get him to trust you. Maybe then you could convince him to open up. Even if it meant giving up what little progress you already made.

you went to bed after washing the dishes and cleaning up your cooking mess. you closed the curtains and switched off the lights and curled into a ball under the duvet. you pulled the sheets to your nose, trying to block out the smell of curry lingering in your nostrils, and fell into restless sleep.

The next morning came slowly. Your eyes opened and your limbs felt stiff and heavy. Your brain struggled to function, unwilling to wake up and realize it was day, and the dream still lingered. You groaned quietly, pulling the blanket tighter over yourself. What a nightmare.

Your phone buzzed next to your face, and you jolted awake with a gasp. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins as your mind struggled to comprehend the sudden intrusion. Panic gripped you for a split second before you realized it was just a notification. You let out a shaky breath, your racing pulse gradually steadying.

Bleary-eyed, you reached for your phone and glanced at the screen. The time mocked you - your alarm had yet to go off, and you still had a few hours before you needed to be at work. The realization washed over you like a cool wave, a bittersweet relief that mingled with the lingering remnants of the nightmare. With a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, your body feeling stiff and uncooperative.

Stumbling to the bathroom, you allowed the warm water of the shower to wash away the remnants of the dream. Each droplet that caressed your skin became a soothing touch, slowly rousing your senses and coaxing you into wakefulness. The steam enveloped you, a comforting embrace that dispelled the lingering unease.

Dressed and refreshed, you made your way downstairs, the familiar creak of the steps beneath your feet grounding you in reality. The anticipation of breakfast brought a flicker of warmth to your tired eyes. It was a familiar task, one that offered a small measure of comfort in the face of the tumultuous night you had endured.

But just as the aroma of coffee began to permeate the air, a loud crash shattered the tranquility of the morning. Your heart leaped into your throat, and you instinctively ran towards the source of the commotion, fear gripping you once more. As you entered the living room, your frantic gaze swept the scene, searching for any signs of danger.

Relief washed over you like a soothing balm when you realized it was just your mischievous cat. He had knocked over your breakfast, leaving a mess of shattered plates and scattered food on the floor. Anger simmered beneath the surface, fueled by fatigue and frustration. You were left without sustenance, a bitter reminder that even the simplest of pleasures could be snatched away in an instant.

As you surveyed the scene, your cat blinked up at you, wide-eyed and innocent, as if oblivious to the chaos he had caused. But the fury inside you quickly subsided, replaced by a resigned acceptance. It was just one more obstacle in a seemingly never-ending stream of challenges.

With a sigh, you set about cleaning up the mess, the shards of porcelain crunching under your feet as you moved across the room. The sound echoed in the silence, a melancholic symphony of shattered dreams and broken routines. The task was mundane, yet it held a certain catharsis, a way to channel your frustrations into something tangible.

Once the remnants of your ruined breakfast were cleared away, a hollow emptiness settled in the pit of your stomach. There would be no nourishment this morning, no comfort in the form of warm sustenance. But you couldn't dwell on it - there was work to be done, responsibilities to fulfill.

Pushing aside the disappointment, you readied yourself for the day ahead, steeling your resolve to face whatever challenges lay in wait. The memory of the dream still lingered, casting a shadow over your thoughts, but you refused to let it consume you. Life went on, and so would you, with or without breakfast.

As you stepped out the door, a faint glimmer of determination flickered in your eyes. Today, you would not be defeated. Today, you would rise above the challenges and the nightmares that threatened to pull you under. And maybe, just maybe, the taste of victory would be sweeter than any breakfast you could have prepared.

#ao3 #fanfic #mha #bnha #mha aizawa #aizawa x y/n #bnha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #writing #writers on tumblr

[saiyanlpkwife2013]

Midnight Siren

Chapter Six: The Cliff Rescue

Romantic relationship: Hitoshi Shinso x y/n (female/AFAB)

Chapter warnings: Cursing, close call with a giant rock

MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT BELOW THE "KEEP READING" BREAK.

Shit, she’s fast.

Shinso barely has a chance to realize what is happening. Before he even registered the binding cloth in his hand, he saw you dash away to the edge of the boundary Aizawa had indicated would be your training ground. She’s already towards the edge of clearing. Am I just supposed to chase her? I guess there really isn’t much of a space that she could run from me now that she’s has that cliff behind her.

Shinso takes a brief moment to assess and then runs towards you with the scarf laced through his hands and around his neck. As he closes in, he readies himself to release his hold on the cloth to wrap you.

But you jump towards the cliffs, kicking off the side to avoid his attempt to catch you, then using your momentum to flip. Landing on the balls of your feet, you run towards the other direction, zig-zagging your way across the training floor as you start to reach the other edge of the clearing. 

By the time he even turned around, you were again clear across the way from him. He looked down at his feet to see the cloth in a crumpled pile leading up to his hands, realizing his first failure.

“That’s one failed capture attempt.” Aizawa states lazily, eyes trailing towards you mildly impressed.

That’s the only one she’ll get. Shinso allows a sly grin to spread across his lips before devising a plan of his own.

~*~

Damn, that was close.

You had breathed a sigh of relief the second you had successfully escaped Shinso’s first capture attempt and made your way clear across the outdoor arena. You watched him pick up his capture tool and briefly heard him…

That’s the only one she’ll get.

You hadn’t TRIED to hear what he was thinking. You really were trying to keep it a fair fight. You attempted to zone out into your own thoughts while maintaining a grip on what was happening around you. You gulped a little at what Shinso might have up his sleeve.

You also couldn’t help but feel a little pride at the fact that Aizawa was impressed by your first dodging.

After allowing yourself a brief moment to reflect on what was happening, you look back to where Shinso had just been standing a few seconds ago only to find that he wasn’t there.

Shit.

Your eyes began quickly scanning the arena, wondering what it was that he could have possibly been hiding behind with a sinking feeling starting to take over your stomach.

You hear a very subtle noise in the trees directly to your left, one you would have missed if you hadn’t been hyper focused at this moment.

Suddenly, a flash of indigo bolts out of the treetops as Shinso uses the cloth to project himself into the air, lunging towards you.

You yelp in surprise and fling yourself forward against the ground only to use your arms to catch and propel you into a front flip to land on your feet. You lunge past him and sprint away again from your “attacker.”

Aizawa chuckles to himself.

“That makes two failed capture attempts, Shinso. Don’t disappoint me a third time.” He says with an even tone.

You look across the arena and see Shinso picking himself up off the ground and turning to face you for a third time, his face holding no distinguishable emotion.

This time you feel a sense of pride and guilt mixing within your chest. On the one hand, you’ve impressed even yourself with how well you have completed your objective thus far. On the other, you hoped this wouldn’t upset your potential friendship with the brainwasher if you caused him to fail in front of his mentor. 

Well, he is MY mentor too.

“I’m sorry!” You yell towards the direction from which you just ran. “I just really hate the idea of running later!”

I mean, it’s true. Running fucking sucks.

***

Is she...for real?

He felt stunned for 0.2 seconds. This chick really is something else.

This time he heard Aizawa chuckle out loud.

Alright, that’s it. I’m done messing around.

***

Should I attempt to hide now?

You weren’t sure how many more maneuvers you could pull off like that last one and by now Shinso has caught on to your techniques. Unsure of what to do, you look between the cliffs and the trees to attempt to formulate a plan.

You decide that the cliffs would be your best option. Technically, they were within the bounds of the agreed upon perimeter and you had already run the length of the boundary twice by trying to evade Shinso’s attacks. In the cliffs, at least he can’t launch himself from the trees.

You quickly start climbing through the ridges, attempting to keep tabs on where Shinso might be at any given point with your back to the training space. Every slight noise grabs your attention until you’ve nestled yourself between some boulders.

From this vantage point, you see Aizawa leaning against a tree with arms crossed, appearing to be waiting patiently to see what his two students will do next. Shinso is out of sight at this point, though you have a sense that he is just lurking in the tree line.

Suddenly, the ground starts shaking.

Confused as to what could be causing this, your head whips around to look above you on the cliff side. 

Is this a part of the training exercise?

The ground above you starts shaking more violently and you start to realize just how dangerous of a position you are in at this very moment.

Above you, a rather large rock breaks loose, hurtling towards you as you freeze in place.

***

Shinso is just as confused as you are when the ground starts quaking, unsure of what is causing it. Is…is this her full quirk?

He had been able to follow your movements up into the cliffs and had a clear sight of you. Judging by your face, though, he decided this couldn’t be your doing. 

He was preparing himself to make his third capture attempt when he suddenly saw the large rock speed towards your head.

Oh no.

Without thinking, he propels himself forward from the tree where he was hiding, using the cloth to throw himself in your direction out of the branches. Once airborne, he uses one end of the scarf to wrap around you to quickly pull you out of the trajectory of the rock before it smashes into the ground where you had just been crouching moments ago. The other end of the cloth is then used to wrap around a branch jutting out of the cliff side, helping stop the speed you both were hurtling at before landing on the ground.

You both stopped a bit too quickly and as a result, you fall back unable to catch yourself since your arms are bound by the capture tool. Shinso sees this happening and he wraps himself around you in an attempt to break your fall. While he is successful at preventing further damage from what could have been a bad tumble, he still lands on top of you, his arms keeping your head from bouncing back against the ground.

You both are frozen for a few seconds, with you wrapped up in a cocoon of cloth and a strong Shinso death grip.

Goddamn, that was too close.

***

Your mind is blank.

The only thing you are aware of is the weight pressing against you, from both the capture tool and the male who just saved you from getting crushed by the unforgiving rubble.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Hey, you okay?” Shinso asks, lifting his head to look at you, suddenly realizing how close he is to you. He pushes himself off of you and moves to release you from the binding cloth.

You nod your head slowly. 

Aizawa appears by you both swiftly, eyes on the cliffs you had just been a few seconds ago. “Everyone alright?” He asks, now evaluating you for any possible damage.

This time, you find your voice. “Y-yes, sorry. I just...Man, I can’t believe I got captured.”

Both of the men look at each other and then back at you in disbelief.

“What? I lost my streak!” You half shouted, disbelieving that you are having to explain yourself. You thought that surely if anyone would understand why you are upset, it would be two competitive hero types who disapprove of failure. 

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” Maybe she’s just in shock?...

You roll your eyes dramatically, crossing your arms against your chest. “My head is fine, though I suppose I should thank you. But just know, I wouldn’t have gotten captured if that fucking rock hadn’t tried to turn me into a pancake!” You laugh slightly, pretending to half faint in a dramatic show of theatrics. 

Aizawa sighs, his mouth turning into a half smile. “I think that’s enough for today, out here anyway. We can head back to the facility for strength building.”

“But,” you pause, waiting for the two men to look back at you as they were already heading towards camp. “What happened to running laps?” A mischievous grin splashes across your face.

Shinso’s face scrunches up, the way one might do when a student suddenly reminds the teacher that they had homework due from the night before.

“I mean, I didn’t almost get killed to NOT have you bear the consequences of losing. I worked my ass off! Someone’s running SOMEWHERE, right sir?” You don’t even try to hide the playful expression that has taken over your face as you start bouncing on the tips of your toes, hair swaying back and forth in a ponytail as you are unable to stand still.

Oh, I’m gonna get her for this. Shinso matches your face with an equally devilish smirk.

Aizawa notices the change in the air between the two of you, picking up on what feels like the beginnings of a friendly rivalry. Something that he had been hoping for when he agreed to take the two of you on this two week training course.

“She makes a fair point, Shinso. You failed to capture her twice which would translate to you running four laps around this arena.” Shinso looks around to gauge just how large of an area he would be running.

“One full lap is about the equivalent of one mile (or 1.6 kilometers). As I stated earlier, endurance is important when it comes to hero work.” Aizawa then turns to you. “You failed to avoid capture once which means you’ll be running two laps.”

Dammit, I didn’t think this all the way through. You sigh to yourself while lazily stretching a bit before you take a step towards Shinso. You flash your eyes up to meet him with a glint of fire behind them.

“Think you can keep up?”

#hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x you #shinso x reader #shinso x you #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x you #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinsou #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #mha shinso #bnha shinso #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #bnha relationship #mha relationship #bnha y/n #mha y/n #hitoshi shinso x female reader #hitoshi shinsou x female reader #shinso x f!reader #shinsou x female reader #shinsou x f!reader #shinso x y/n

[lil-writer-523]

I saw your post for multiverse requests.

How about Reader x Kaminari in a Percy Jackson AU?

Oooh! This is great, I love this already. Thank you for being the first ask for this series! I hope you enjoy!

The Bright Side

Kaminari was trying to look on the bright side. His mother had always taught him that whenever things seemed bad, to find something good. But it was really hard to think of any bright side when his entire day seemed like an absolute mess. First, he hadn't woken up on time, because his best friend Sero from Hermes Cabin had stolen his alarm clock. Which he planned on taking revenge, but probably later when the boy would be caught off guard. Then, during archery training, he was so tired that he almost sent his arrow directly into the Centaur who trained him, Aizawa. That got him a nearly half-hour stern lecture on how "weapons weren't toys, they were tools." Then, because the lecture had taken so long, he ended up almost missing the weekly Capture the Flag game. Bakugou chewed him out for it until Kirishima finally calmed him down.

If all of that wasn't enough, he realized that his favorite Camper and long time crush was on the opposing team. Y/N, child of Hephaestus, was a sight to behold on normal days, bit when it came to Combat? Not only did they give the Ares kids a run for their money, but their inventions were known to be the best of the best, even when compared to the rest of their cabin. Denki has had a crush on them since he first got to camp, and a year of being really good friends hadn't changed that one bit. So he was definetely a little a lot distracted, and nearly electrocuted some of his teammates with how flustered he got. They even lost the game when on of Y/N's inventions, a flying solar-powered drone, had snatched their red flag and flown it over to their side before anyone could stop it.

All in all, it's been a day. And now, sitting alone at Zues Cabin's table, Denki was down in the dumps. After having such a bad day, he felt more alone then ever, being separated from the people he called his friends. He pushed around the food on his plate, having already sacrificed part of his meal. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didnt notice a figure making their way toward him until they were already seated next to him. "What's got you down, Kaminari?" He froze, his eyes slowly looking over to see that Y/N had just say at his table. Right next to him.

He nearly shocked himself in surprise hehehe, get it? Shocked? as he swiftly looked around. Aizawa had strict rules about Cabin memebers sitting at each other's tables, something about the Gods possibly finding it disrespectful. But the Centaur was nowhere to be seen. "Um, wha-" Y/N laughed at the baffled look on Denki's face, and his cheeks flushed at the sound. "Aizawa likes coffee, so I may or may not have bribed him into letting me sit with you. You looked a bit upset, so I figured you'd like some company." Denki couldn't help but match their smile, and for the rest of the evening, the two chatted about anything and everything, all while ignoring the eyes of other campers.

"Oh my god, why won't they just kiss already?!" Mina, daughter of Aphrodite, was steaming as sh ev witnessed the slow burn that was Kaminari and Y/N's relationship. Sero laughed at the pinkette, knowing she's been a long time shipper of the two, ever since Y/N had come to Aphrodite Cabin for love advice. He's surprised the electric boy hadn't figured it out yet. The two continued to talk for the evening until the end of supper, and then Y/N grabbed Denki's hand, dragging him away from the dining hall. Denki's face immediately flushed, his body buzzing as he tried to suppress his electricity, in order to not shock them. A few sparks still touched their hand, but they were unfazed, even when their hair stood on end a bit.

They finally arrived at his Cabin, and while Denki was disappointed that they let go of his hand, he was quickly surprised to see them hold out a small package to him. "Here. It's for you." They gently placed the package into his open hand, and with excitement, he quickly opened it. He was a little confused when he held up a small ball, almost the size of a baseball. It fit perfectly into his hand, and he turned it over in his hands a few times to feel every part. "Its something I made for you. Um-" They rubbed the back of their neck in embarrassment, a small blush lighting I their own cheeks. Denki smiled, having never really received gifts from anyone beside his mom. "Try, um, try shocking it." Y/N suggested. He looked unsure a moment, remembering all the toys he broke in his childhood because of his power. But, having trust in them, he began to lightly shock the small ball. To his amazement, it began to glow a golden color. Y/N smiled in glee, happy their invention was working so far.

They quickly grabbed his other hand, slipping on a similar colored glove onto his hand. "Now toss it." They instructed. Again, he was confused, but did as instructed, and tossed the glowing ball a few feet in the air. It suddenly erupted in a shower of sparks, nearly striking both of them if Denki hadn't grabbed Y/N and threw them both to the side. The shower stopped after a few seconds, and he turned his head to see the ball land on the ground, no longer glowing. "Yes! It worked!" Y/N cheered, beginning to ramble about the inner workings of the device, and how the glove could call the ball back to it, so that it could be used as a light, a weapon, or simply a place to store energy to be used later.

Denki was comprehending the words they said, but his mind was a little too focused on them. After the absolute tiring day he had, the most frustrating part had to be that he felt too cowardly to just freakin confess that-

"I like you."

Y/N's voice halted immediately. They stared at Denki in shock, and he blushed as he realized HE JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD!! "Um, wh-what I meant was, uh-" He started trying to stutter put some semblance of an explanation as to why he would just blurt out something like that, but he was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. "Really?! You mean that?! Cause I've liked you for a while, and I was trying to find some way to say it tonight, but then you said it, and I'm really happy you said it cause I like you too!" Denki chuckled at their short rant, hugging them back just as tightly. They ignored the background voice squealing as others cheered until a voice shouted "ITS NEARLY CURFEW YOU IDIOTS, GO TO BED!" They both laughed as they pull away from the hug, Denki helping Y/N off the ground and giving a wave as he turned to go inside. Before he did, they quickly kissed his cheek, smiling before running off with a "See you tomorrow Denki!" He blushed with a goofy smile as he flopped into his bed, his while body buzzing as his new gift glowed brightly. Guess he finally found today's bright side, huh?

Thank you @therobishow for the ask! I had lots of fun with this one! I tried to keep it gender-neutral as best I could, so i hope you like it!

#lots of love #bnha x reader #mha x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari #THROUGHOUT THE MULTIVERSE #THROUGHOUT THE MULTIVERSE Series

[anyon-else]

The Interviews – Broadcast (The Hunger Games pt. 4) | Tune in to hear from our tributes only one day before they enter the arena! Our wonderful host, Yamada Hizashi, will speak with each tribute and give viewers the opportunity to hear how they are feeling as they anticipate the start of the games. – spotify playlist | read on ao3

This is a required broadcast for all citizens of Panem. All districts will have an enforced curfew during the time of the broadcast. We hope you enjoy, and Happy Hunger Games!

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"Please give a warm welcome to our first tribute from District Eight, Y/N Y/L/N!” 

As soon as you stepped onto the stage, you were blinded by the bright spotlights that tilted in your direction. You could barely see the crowd through them, though their cheers were deafening. Throughout the entirety of the night, their excitement hadn’t dwindled. Each tribute that was called got the same response of high cheers and thundering applause.

Yamada Hizashi waited in the middle of the stage with one hand outstretched towards you. When you reached him, he led you to the front of the stage and presented you to the audience as their cheers continued. You beamed, forcing your smile to stay wide as you bowed to the crowd, hands over your heart in a show of gratitude. 

“Now, I’m not going to beat around the bush here, Y/N.” Yamada began, guiding you to the chair opposite him. He leaned forward, eyes still bright despite the forced frown on his face. “We’re all very curious about your relationship with your partner.”

The crowd erupted once again. You laughed, hands folded carefully in your lap. You tried to remember everything that Aizawa had said, and his emphasis on the importance of this interview. You couldn’t drop the act. You had to humor these people. 

“If I remember correctly, he was very upset when your name was called during the Reaping. And then he volunteered. Would you mind enlightening us?”

Your grip on the microphone in your hand tightened. The crowd had turned all of their attention on you, eyes wide and excited. You spotted a girl in the first row of the crowd practically bouncing in her chair, muttering something unintelligible to her friends. They all giggled, never taking their eyes off of you as they waited for your answer. You smiled at them, making eye contact with the girl. She squealed, grabbing at her friend’s hand and waving back at you excitedly. 

“Keigo and I have actually been together for more than three years now.” 

And, like clockwork, the crowd burst into fits of cheers and applause. You wondered if there was a screen somewhere telling them to keep their energy up. You really preferred that option to the reality. These people only cared about you as a character. Nothing would change in their lives if you died. They’d be mildly disappointed for a day or two, then they’d forget about you and the other tributes. And then the cycle would repeat next year. 

Someone in the crowd whistled. You wished the ground would swallow you. You laughed.

“Oh, is that so? So he volunteered to come to the games with you?” 

“He did,” you smiled sadly, glancing at your joined hands in your lap, “it broke my heart that he did, but there’s really no one I’d rather go into the arena with.”

A chorus of “aws” echoed through the crowd. Yamada had a hand pressed against his chest, exaggerated in all of his movements. 

“Well, we are so very excited to see you two in the arena,” Yamada said lowly, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. It almost seemed genuine. “Now tell us, how are you feeling right now? Nervous? Excited?”

“You’re really giving me the hard questions, Yamada,” you teased. The man threw his head back with a laugh. 

“I like you, Y/N, I like you,” he shook his head, “but in all seriousness, I must say that I can’t imagine what it must be like for you. I mean, only one person comes out of the arena, yes?”

Silence fell over the crowd, everyone’s eyes landing on you at the question. Yamada’s expectant eyes were burning into you, waiting patiently for your answer. Your perfectly practiced and rehearsed answer. Your pretty words and lovely smiles and fake laughter.

“That’s right,” your voice was just above a whisper, echoing through the room. “Keigo and I are going into this knowing that only one of us will come out. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but we’re taking it one day at a time. Even though we’ll be in the arena, I’m going to cherish the last days we have together. Anything beyond that, I’ll leave up to fate.” 

Yamada nodded, humming into the microphone. You glanced at the crowd and saw one of the girls in the front wiping at her eyes.

“Well, it sounds like you’re making the most of an unfortunate situation,” his words were soft and full of false understanding, “and I, for one, will be rooting for you two.” 

He held his hand out, eyes still on the crowd as he pulled you to stand. When he lifted your hand and presented you to the audience once again, they exploded.

“Let’s bring out our second tribute from District Eight, Keigo Takami!” 

Keigo had his hands resting in the pockets of his slacks, smirk frozen on his face as he sauntered onto the stage. He felt ridiculous, and in any other circumstance, this would have been humiliating (he could almost hear Dabi ridiculing him). However, the Capitol was a different breed. They ate the act right up, just like they had with every tribute who put on a similar act in past eyars. He was just filling a role; it didn’t matter to them if he died, because someone else would just come along to play the part again.

“Sell yourself,” Aizawa had said. Sure, he could do that if he had to.

“Very confident, I see,” Yamada laughed. “I think we may have a heart-throb on our hands this year, what do you think folks?” 

Screams and cheers surrounded Keigo. He waved them off with a laugh, keeping a smile on his face as he shook hands with Yamada. The man clapped him on the back like they were old friends, keeping the microphone close to his lips to let his laughter echo through the room. It was grating, but Keigo forced himself to keep smiling. All eyes were on him. He couldn’t afford to slip up now.

“It’s very good to have you here, Keigo,” Yamada gave a blinding smile to the crowd. Keigo leaned back in his chair, resting an ankle to his knee. There were murmurs coming from the crowd, but he kept his attention on Yamada. If he could play this right, there would be payout in the games.

It was for you. It was so you could make it out. He just had to keep reminding himself that.

“It’s good to be here.” 

“Now, if I may ask, tell us about the Reaping. What was going through your head when you volunteered?” 

Fear. Instinct. Nothing except the need to stay by your side. The refusal to let you go into this alone. What else was there?

“There wasn’t much thought to it,” he admitted, more truthful than he thought he’d be during his interview. “I saw them on that stage, and I knew I couldn’t watch them compete through a screen while I sat comfortably at home. I’m with them, no matter what. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it’s always going to be.”

Yamada sighed dreamily, loud and theatrical into the microphone. The audience ate up the words, and he gripped his microphone. This had to be some kind of joke. He couldn’t imagine finding this entertaining, not now that he knew what the games really meant. When he was young, these interviews didn’t seem real. Just something that the Capitol fabricated. When he was young, he never considered that lives were at stake during the games. He never realized that death was inevitable.

Now, it was his life on the line, and these people were treating him like a spectacle.

“You both seem very devoted to one another,” Yamada observed. Keigo nodded, eyes downcast.

He felt in his pocket for the outline of your ring. He didn’t feel the same excitement now that he usually did when he thought about giving it to you. It didn’t mean much anymore.

“If you don’t mind, Yamada,” Keigo gave the host a smile, “I’d like to bring Y/N back to the stage for a moment.”

“Oh, of course,” the host said as the crowd quieted. Yamada waved a hand towards someone backstage, and it only took a moment before you were walking towards him, giving the crowd a smile and a wave. Keigo stood, taking one of your hands and lifting it to his lips. He heard screams coming from the crowd, but he kept his eyes on yours. You were smiling, soft and kind, but your eyes were sad. He couldn’t fathom looking at you in that moment and thinking you were anything but devastated.

“Y/N, I love you more than anything,” he began the speech that he and Aizawa had written. He’d read it over so many times in preparation for this moment, but the words felt wrong. “We don’t have very much time left, and I want to spend every moment we have knowing that we’ll always love one another.”

When he pulled the ring from his pocket, your eyes widened, and you brought your free hand to your mouth. Everything was rehearsed to perfection. Your reaction, his words, the crowd, Yamada. It was all too predictable to be anything but a performance. 

“Will you marry me?” 

You nodded, lifting your microphone and letting out a sob. You’d gotten better at making the sound seem more realistic after only a few days to practice. When you accepted, allowing Keigo to take your hand and slide the ring on your finger, he felt nothing. He was empty now, void of anything other than indifference and acceptance. This was it. This was what he’d had to do in order to save you. He hated himself. He hated Aizawa and Midnight and everyone who had encouraged this plan. He wanted to take the ring back and toss it into the crowd, letting them jump for it like rabid dogs. That’s all they were, really. Just dogs biting at him until he had nothing left to give. Did the ring even mean anything anymore? Did any of this mean anything? 

Of course it means something, he reminded himself, this moment means nothing, but that ring means everything.

“Well, can you believe it, folks?” Yamada boomed into the microphone. “What a treat!” 

Keigo stood with a grin, pulling you into his chest. You were laughing, still playing the part, and he pulled back and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Keep it PG, Aizawa’s reminder echoed in his jumbled thoughts, if it’s family friendly, you’ll get more coverage.

“Well, I’m sure I speak for everyone watching when I say that I’m honored to be able to share this moment with you,” Yamada grinned. “Keigo, how long have you been planning this?” 

“I’ve been planning this moment for years, Yamada,” Keigo said, still gazing at you with a smile

It was the only thing he hadn’t lied about tonight. 

One day earlier

When you woke up on the morning of your last day of training, you were alone. You spread your legs out, stretching across the empty space where Keigo had been when you fell asleep. The space was void of any warmth; there was no sign that Keigo had been there at all. 

So, you went through your usual training routine alone. One of the Avox brought you tea, and you spent the first hour of the morning looking over the details that Aizawa had collected regarding the strengths and weaknesses of each tribute. The information began circulating when training started, and Aizawa seemed to have new documents for you to study every day. 

You spent two hours waiting in your room for Keigo to return. It was double the time you usually spent reviewing any new information Aizawa had for you, but you were hesitant to train alone. You knew it was a bad look to the other tributes, but even worse would be neither of you showing up at all. 

The training room that day felt suffocating, but you inhaled deeply and focused on the empty station that you and Keigo usually used. You caught Bakugo’s eye as you passed by him and he snarled, baring his teeth at you.

You tried not to let yourself become distracted, but it was hard when more and more tributes were noticing Keigo’s absence. The murmurs became difficult to ignore the louder and more frequent that they became. 

“It’s pretty arrogant,” Jirou muttered to her partner, cupping her hand over her mouth in a useless attempt at privacy, “I bet he thinks he’s better than us.” 

When you returned back to your room hours later, you were still alone. You groaned at the sight of the untouched room, frustration building. Today had been important. Training would have been tense even if Keigo hadn’t been absent, but the constant feeling of eyes on you left you feeling raw.

When Keigo returned, you’d been falling asleep hugging his pillow to your chest, curled into yourself on the too-large bed. You felt the mattress dip, and Keigo brought a hand to your cheek, running his thumb over the growing bags under your eyes. 

“You’re back,” you whispered, eyes still closed. You heard him sigh, but his hand didn’t still. He continued to graze his thumb over your cheek and over your closed eyes and over your lips.

“Yeah,” he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead, “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” 

“Where were you?” 

“With Aizawa.” 

You hummed. When you finally opened your eyes, Keigo was looking past you, eyes unfocused. The questions you’d been preparing for hours forgotten, you brought a hand to his chin and titled his head towards you. When he met your eyes, they were filled with tears.

“I was worried,” you murmured, sitting up and pushing his pillow to the side. “You didn’t wake me up this morning.” 

“I know.” 

The silence that followed was comfortable and familiar. You felt the residual tension from the day melt from your shoulders as you sat with him, content just knowing that he was back. He fell forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder and lifting your shirt just enough that his fingertips could graze the skin of your hips.

“I have something for you.” 

He took your hand, placing his palm under it and shaping it into a cup. His movements were slow, and you could tell he was thinking through every one of them carefully. You let him move you where he wanted you, silent and patient. After a moment’s hesitation, he pressed a silver ring into your palm. 

“Tomorrow, I’m going to give this to you again,” he whispered, lips grazing over your shoulder as he spoke. “but I wanted tonight to be real.” 

“Keigo...”

“I’ve had kept this for two years now,” he finally lifted his head, meeting your wide eyes, “and it never felt right to give it to you before now. But I want you to have it in the arena. I want you to know that I would’ve spent forever with you if we’d had more time.”

He wiped away the tears that began to fall down your cheeks.

“It’s yours,” he closed the distance between you, lips grazing yours as he spoke, “and so am I.” 

When he kissed you, it was messy and desperate and you felt salty tears on your lips. You couldn’t tell whose they were, and you didn’t really care. All that mattered now was that he was here. He had come back, and you were going to spend your last days by his side. 

He tasted like home. If you pretended long enough, you could almost imagine that the games were just a nightmare.

Reality was bitter, but Keigo’s lips chased away the taste.

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I saw this as a RWBY meme, but it works for MHA pretty well...

Aizawa: Oh great. What’s your problem?

Vlad King: You were assigned to substitute for me yesterday while I was sick.

Aizawa: Yeah? So? I did. So what’s your damn problem?

Vlad King: It’s HOW you substituted is my problem!

*FLASHBACK*

Aizawa, tired as ever: Okay, class. I am Eraserhead, your substitute teacher, but you all will call me Mister Aizawa. *sips from gel packet* Oh don’t. I don’t really give a shit.

Class 1-B: ????????

Aizawa, grabbing papers: So today we are going to be learning about— *squints at papers*…..oh hell no, that shits boring. *tosses papers in trash*

Class 1-B: ????????

Aizawa, sighing: Okay, let’s see. How can I distract you brats for an entire hour? Hmm, let’s see…….*sips gel packet*…….OH! I know. Th first one to make Shiozaki say ‘Fuck’ gets 600 points of extra credit.

Class 1-B: What?

Shiozaki: What?!

Aizawa, lying behind the desk: Meanwhile I’m going to take a nap. Wake me when she says fuck. Or don’t. Actually don’t at all. Just write me a note or something. *closes eyes*

Shiozaki: W-Wait, is he serious?

Komori, in Shiozaki’s face: Shiozaki you gotta say fuck for me! Come on, mama has mushroom for that extra credit!

Shiozaki: What?!

Tetsutetsu: No, say fuck for me instead! I need that extra credit more! I have a D in this class! A D minus to be exact!

Shiozaki: H-hold on! Y-you two calm down!

Tokage, pushing her way through students: Say fuck for me instead, and I’ll let you ride my bike! Come on! I don’t let anybody ride that!

Monoma’s voice behind a bunch of students: She really doesn’t, and it’s totally unfair!

Tokage: See?! I treat that thing like my baby, and I will let you borrow it! That’s how much this extra credit means to me!

Shiozaki: B-but I-I dont even know h-how to ride a motorcycle though! I don’t want to wreck your bike! And guys, can I please get some space?

Kendo, trying to move everyone out the way: Everybody back off! Give her some room!

Shiozaki, sighing in relief: Oh thank you, Kendo.

Kendo: You’re welcome. What are friends are for? But anywho, how about you repay me by saying fuck real quick? I would really appreciate.

Shiozaki: WHAT?!

Kendo: Come on! Just say real quick! I want that extra credit!

Shiozaki: B-But you have an A in this class! You don’t need it!

Kendo: Nonesense! There’s nothing wrong with wanting to over achieve in school! Now come on, say it! You can even whisper it in my ear if you want!

Shiozaki: Bu—

Tokage: DONT YOU DARE SAY FUCK FOR KENDO! SHE DOESNT NEED THAT EXTRA CREDIT! I DO THOUGH! JUST SAY FUCK FOR ME!

Kendo: I DO TOO NEED THAT EXTRA CREDIT!

Tetsutetsu: WELL I NEED IT THE MOST THOUGH! COME ON, Shiozaki!

Shiozaki: G-guys…….

*More student starts to surround Shiozaki, of them speaking at the same time, making them all incoherent except for a few clear fucks being heard*

Shiozaki, head spinning: G-guys, p-please! I-I need some space. G-guys?…..g-guys?…..*sighs* Oh frick.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Vlad King: Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?!

Aizawa: That your students are giant disappointments, cause none of them could make Shiozaki say fuck?

#my hero academia #vlad king #shouta aizawa #mha aizawa #itsuka kendo #neito monoma #ibara shiozaki #kinoko komori #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #setsuna tokage #incorrect quotes #class 1-b