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Flufftober Day 5: X+1

Summary: four times the kids needed help + one time they didn't. A one-shot based on my BNHA fic Never and Always, Eventually.

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“I can’t believe you forgot!” Hizashi was yelling. Hitoshi froze. He’d never heard Mic raise his voice like that. He slowly put down the comic book he was reading and looked across the living room to make eye contact with Shouto. Shouto’s eyes were just as wide as his. As the shouting continued, Shouto continued to shrink into himself.

“It wasn’t important to me,” Aizawa snapped. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve had a lot going on, Hizashi.”

Hitoshi didn’t like the way Aizawa said Mic’s name. Hitoshi swallowed around a hard lump in his throat. He didn’t like the tense atmosphere that suddenly clouded the house. He set his comic to the side and eased himself off the couch as silently as possible. Shouto did the same, stepping onto the carpet, using the arms on the armchair as leverage to not make a sound.

Hitoshi had learned the hard way that when adults start yelling, you need to get out of sight. It doesn’t matter if they aren’t mad at you when the yelling starts. If they’re yelling, and they see you, they’ll be angry with you anyway. No matter what you are or aren’t doing, they’ll find something. Then, suddenly they won't be mad at each other anymore. They’ll be mad at you.

But that thought made Hitoshi hesitate. Maybe it would be good for them to be mad at him. If they were yelling at him, they wouldn’t be yelling at each other.

And Hitoshi trusted them. They wouldn’t hit him too hard. He began to creep towards the kitchen.

Shouto’s eyes widened further, realizing what Hitoshi was about to do. He shook his head violently. Hitoshi gave him a thin lipped smile and dipped his head towards the direction of the bedrooms. Shouto closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he flinched at the sound of a cupboard slamming.

“We should be looking for reasons to celebrate, then!” Hizashi cried. “We’ve both been stressed out beyond belief for months. What about the kids?”

“What about the kids, Hizashi.” Aizawa bit out every word like he was gnawing on them.

“What kind of example are we setting?”

“You mean, what kind of example am I setting.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth!”

Shouto clenched his fists and crept towards Hitoshi where he was just out of sight from the kitchen door. They locked eyes. Together? Shouto’s eyes seemed to say.

Hitoshi ignored the way his hands were shaking, and nodded.

Shouto slipped his hand into Hitoshi’s. Shouto’s hands were shaking too.

When Aizawa and Mic noticed them, their heads snapped to the door.

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Hizashi wanted to throw up.

Shouto and Hitoshi looked terrified. Hitoshi looked close to tears, and Shouto was as pale as a ghost.

They were both trembling with their shoulders squared and jaws set. Like they were about to face some horrible monster.

And they were looking at him.

Hizashi glanced over at Shouta. Shouta didn’t seem to be breathing, all irritation had drained completely out of sight. He hadn’t been thinking about what their “argument” looked like. To them, arguing was like sparring. It was just something they did without really caring who “won” or “lost.” Or, well, it wasn’t like sparring, because there was a point to sparring. There wasn’t really a point to their arguments. Hizashi was just complaining that Shouta had forgotten his birthday for the twenty-second year in a row. Honestly, the streak had probably been going on for even longer, but twenty-two years - come spring - was how long Hizashi had been around to notice. Shouta was annoyed, but no more so than he had been for the years past. Hizashi had already anticipated how the argument would go. Hizashi would nag, Shouta would deflect, then they’d all go out for cake and ice cream.

It was their normal.

He’d forgotten what the kids considered to be normal.

He didn’t know how to fix this. When he took a step forward, wanting to hold them, reassure them–

–Hitoshi flinched.

Actual bile rose in the back of Hizashi’s throat. “Hey, sweetheart,” Hizashi cooed, softening his voice as far as it would go, to the point where it was shaking, just slightly. “Can you believe this guy? Forgetting his own birthday.” He’d meant it as a joke, but Hitoshi tensed further, looking from him to Shouta wordlessly.

Footsteps behind him meant Shouta was approaching slowly. Hizashi felt a warm hand placed on his back, and he wrapped his own arm around Shouta, trying to show them that they weren’t actually mad, they’d just been teasing each other. Shouto seemed to deflate so fast that he swayed a bit. Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at Hizashi.

Hizashi wasn’t sure why that look was leveled at him and not Shouta.

Before he realized he was the one to raise his voice first.

“I didn’t forget,” Shouta drawled. “I just didn’t care.”

Before Hizashi could stop himself he cried out dramatically “That’s worse!” Then he choked, because he’d done it again. And both boys had taken a step back. An action that seemed to be ingrained, instinctive. “Hey,” Hizashi gave up trying to pretend like nothing was wrong, and addressed the kids directly. “Hey, babies, we’re not mad. I swear. I promise. I’m just teasing him, and he’s messing with me right back. We do this every year.”

“Don’t mind him,” Shouta, the traitor, told them. “He’s just being mean to me.”

“You do it, too!” Hizashi spluttered. But then Shouta crooked a grin at him, and he had to roll his eyes. But when he looked back at the kids, Hitoshi had taken a tiny step towards Shouta. Hizashi tried not to wilt.

But he also tried not to take it personally. Legally, Shouta was their guardian…Hizashi was just the loud roommate.

(He just usually tried not to think about that. He loved all three boys like his own. He adored them just as much as he worshiped Shouta. He held all of them so tightly to his heart that it left a permanent mark that he wore proudly.

But then things like this happen and he’ll remember that he’s not actually a part of this family. He just lives there.)

“Well,” Shouta broke the silence. “I suppose we have no choice,” he said as though doing something against his will. “Let's go out to eat tonight. I shouldn’t have to cook on my birthday, and I don’t trust you with the oven anymore.”

“That’s–!” Hizashi almost protested, but then he checked himself. No yelling. No yelling. Not in front of the kids. Not even in fun. “That’s fair.”

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One

The two dumbasses were acting weird.

Not the old ones, to be clear. No, his dumbass brothers. They’d gone out to some fancy restaurant for Dadzawa’s birthday, and the weirdest thing his parents did was casting odd looks in Shitstain and Halfy’s direction.

Because they were acting weird.

Halfy, never the most talkative, didn’t say a word all evening. Only nodding when spoken to and staring at them all with the blankest expression Katsuki had ever seen in this lifetime. Shitstain, for his part, seemed to be avoiding Papa Mic.

And he had no idea what had gotten into the two of them.

Especially when Shitstain had hesitated when Papa asked if he wanted to get tucked in. He’d said yes, but there had been a noticeable pause. Katsuki had noted the way Mic seemed to be forcing himself to act like nothing was wrong.

That night, his door creaked open. Katsuki sat up, pushing away the sheets and blankets that Dad and Papa had all but trapped him in. “Dad?”

“No, Kacchan, it’s us.”

Shitstain. “Us?” Katsuki frowned. “The fuck you two want?” The door opened further, revealing both Shitstain and Halfy standing there barefoot in their pajamas.

“Can we talk?” Shitstain asked. Katsuki held back a grimace. Why the fuck did he sound… scared?

“Get the fuck in here before you wake the old people up.”

And then, to Katsuki’s surprise, the two other boys burst into action. Acting like their asses were on fire while still being quiet. They launched themselves onto the bed on either side of him. Katsuki tried not to wince at how cold Halfy’s side was when he attached himself to him. If Katsuki wasn’t so used to fucking Deku, he might have shook him off. As it was, he just leaned back, and patted the vacant side Halfy wasn’t on, looking pointedly at Shitstain who was perched on the edge of the mattress.

Some shuffling later, and all three of them were squished on Katsuki’s not-large-enough-for-this-bullshit bed, side by side under the covers.

Katsuki definitely hated this, and wasn’t at all nostalgic for the sleepovers at the old house.

“The fuck you two monkeys want?”

“Can we be serious for a moment, Kacchan?”

“I’m always fucking serious, Shitstain.”

“Please?”

Katsuki sneered and turned to look at him. Hitoshi was staring directly at him with wet eyes.

He looked like he’d been crying.

Katsuki took him in for a moment, then nodded. “What’s wrong, Hitoshi?”

Hitoshi curled up closer to him. “Has Yamada ever hit Dad?”

Katsuki jolted. “The hell?” He almost sat up, but the weight of two bodies pressing into him held him down. “The fuck would you say that for?” There was silence for a moment. When Hitoshi didn’t answer, Katsuki tried to prompt, “Did something happen?”

“Not really,” came the instant reply.

“That’s a lie,” Katsuki mused. “Shouto, what happened?”

“They were fighting.”

Katsuki turned his head to look at Halfy. Halfy had his eyes closed, looking for all appearances to be falling asleep. Katsuki wedged an arm under Halfy’s neck and drew him in closer. He’d noticed the tension lining Halfy’s spine. At the contact, Shouto started to relax. “What were they fighting about?”

“Dad forgot about his birthday, and Yamada was upset.”

“Papa was upset,” Katsuki corrected. “What gives, Hitoshi?”

“...he sounded really mad.”

“He gets like that.” Hitoshi winds up like a clock spring. “Not like that. He never means it. They were messing with each other. They both think it's funny. If Dad minded, he would have said so, and Papa would have stopped.”

“It isn’t funny,” Hitoshi whispered. “It’s horrible.”

Katsuki rested his head against Hitoshi’s, leaving his arm under Shouto, feeling a bit like he was playing Twister. “Next time, just tell ‘em to knock it off.”

“I don’t want them to yell at me.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“But what if they do?”

“Then I’d kick their asses,” Katsuki snorted. “But they wouldn’t, so I’ll never have to.”

“But what if they do?”

Katsuki clenched his teeth. “They wouldn’t. I promise.” He was silent for a moment. It was clear Hitoshi didn’t believe him. “Listen, dumbass. You’re my shitstain of a little brother, and I’d fucking fight for you, okay? I’d fight god for you.”

“You’d fight god for a candy bar. And you don’t even like chocolate.”

“You bet your ass,” Katsuki retorted. “So why wouldn’t I fight for you?”

“...promise?”

“Swear.”

Hitoshi inched closer, hand fisting in the blankets. Katsuki let himself relax, even though he knew it wasn’t completely over.

“Why did Dad sensei forget?” Shouto broke the silence.

“He didn’t forget. He thinks it’s funny.”

“But what about other dates?”

Katuski was quiet for a moment. “...those, he sometimes does forget. Not on purpose though. And not to be mean.”

“Does… Papa sensei get mad about it?”

Katsuki hesitated, but then admitted “Not mad. Upset, just a little. Not mad though. I don’t think they’ve ever really been mad at each other.”

“We should always remind him then,” Shouto concluded. “Then they won’t yell.”

Katsuki snorted. “Good idea, Thermostat.”

Shouto opened his eyes. “Are you being sarcastic?”

Katsuki sighed. “Yes, but I’m serious, too. Go ahead and do that. I’m sure it’ll help.”

Shouto nodded. “When is their anniversary?”

Katsuki opened his mouth, then he closed it. “I don’t know?” he said. “I mean… he just kind’a showed up one day, and they already seemed like… a thing. I thought it was just best friend shit, but then they started sharing a bed. And Papa calls him ‘babe’ and stuff, and Dad would probably beat anyone else’s ass if they pulled that with him.” He scrunches his nose. “And I’ve walked in on them kissing a few times.”

“Well obviously they’re together now,” Hitoshi drawled. If you only heard him, he’d sound perfectly normal, if not for the way he was curled into Katsuki’s side as tense as a bow string. “So you’re saying they got together before they adopted you?”

“Probably?”

“When do they usually celebrate it?”

Katsuki thought about it for a moment. “I don’t think… I’ve ever seen them do anything for it.” He whispers. “Maybe they don’t care?”

“But Papa cared so much about today.”

Katsuki thought about it. “Midnight would know,” he said after a few minutes. “We’ll ask her. She’s still groveling at the moment, so she’ll tell us if I’m the one to ask.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Hitoshi whispered. “Let’s ask her tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

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Nemuri was surprised when her three nephews showed up at her doorstep one morning. She’d been getting ready to go on patrol. She was still on a probationary period, so she was briefly worried about being late. But then she steeled herself. Katsuki didn’t like her. She knew that. If he was here, it was something important.

They’d been getting along better, for sure. But he didn’t like being alone with her. He’d always leave the room as soon as he realized it was just the two of them. And he didn’t speak with her more than he needed to, and sometimes not even that much. Even still, he’d stopped sneering at her. Last time she’d gone to Shouta and Hizashi’s palace for dinner, he’d even given her an acknowledging nod.

“Hey, kiddies,” she smiled, though she was uncomfortably aware of how close she was to being late. “What can ol’ Aunty Nemuri do for you?”

“When is our parent’s anniversary?” Katsuki was the one to address her. Shouto had that wide-eyed gaze that bore into her soul. And Hitoshi was staring at the ground. Nemuri paused for a moment.

Anniversary? Unless they’d been lying about being married, then they didn’t have one. Unless they were talking about the anniversary of when they started dating, but Nemuri knew neither of them were the type of person to make note of a date like that. So, that left the day they met. Well. Officially met. She’d been told the whole sordid story before. Multiple times.

“January fifth,” she said. “Why?”

“Surprise,” Katsuki narrowed his eyes at her. “So don’t tell ‘em we asked.”

Nemuri raised her hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t even thinking about it. Let me know if you want any help.”

“Hold ya to that.”

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Two

“You guys are being quiet,” Deku noted the next day at school. “Did something happen?”

“Private,” Katsuki told him. “I’ll tell ya later.”

Deku accepted this with a nod and took a seat at his desk. Kaminari looked over at him. “Ooooh is it a secret? Can you tell me, too?”

Katsuki was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but Hitoshi spoke up. “Actually,” he said, surprising Katsuki. “We could use some help.”

Like a magic word was spoken, all of their classmates straightened up and focused on Hitoshi, throwing him a little off balance at the sudden attention.

“Of course, we’ll help,” Yaoyorozu told him with a gentle smile.

“So long as it is within our power!” Iida agreed. Then looked panicked and added “And it is not illegal.”

“Chill out Robo,” Katsuki grunted. “Ain’t that serious.”

“Just need to know if any of you have noticed Dad or Papa gravitating towards any specific dessert.”

“Awwwww,” Hagakure cooed. “Are you guys planning a date night for your parents?”

“Something like that,” Hitoshi allowed.

“We’re preparing for their anniversary,” Shouto added, making several heads swivel towards where he was seated at the back of the classroom. “It’s next month, so we don’t have long to prepare.”

“You have all of Christmas break!” Mina assured him. “That’s plenty of time! And we’ll all help!”

“Wouldn’t Bakubro know, though?” Kirishima asked.

Katsuki shrunk down in his seat. “Those fuckwads will eat anything I make them. They’re too biased.”

There was silence for a moment. “The implications of that are adorable,” Jiro announced. “I approve.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP EARJAX!”

Of course, just then the door opened. “Settle down,” Dad told them all wearily. “You should have been using this time to study.

“Dad sensei!” Kaminari raised his hands. “Can you settle a debate for us?”

Dad looked suspicious. “What debate?”

“Chocolate or vanilla!”

Dad snorted. “Chocolate,” he answered promptly. “Any other dumb questions?”

“Strawberry or cherry!” That one was Mina.

“Cherry.”

“Whipped cream or frosting?” Katsuki and Aizawa made the same confused expression as they looked at Sato, who had a notebook out and was writing something.

“...I honestly don’t care?”

Sato nodded.

“You guys are all idiots,” Jiro told them. “Sensei, they’re trying to figure out what your favorite dessert is, because Kaminari is trying to get you to admit you don’t like sweets.”

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus!”

Aizawa sighed. “Coffee cake, if it’s so important to you. But, unfortunately, Kaminari is correct, I don’t like anything being too sweet.” Then he turned around to write out the day’s agenda on the black board.

Behind his back, Jiro tossed Katsuki a wink.

Katsuki scowled at her.

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“Mic sensei, if you could only have one dessert for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Sherbet!”

“Real subtle, Ears.”

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Three

They were running out of time. There were only two weeks left of the school year, and then they would all be off for Christmas. Once that happened, the old people would be too deep in their business for there to be any hope of planning for the surprise. For now, though, Dad was busy with grading and Papa was at the radio station, leaving them to go “holiday shopping” with their “friends.”

“Why did you put quotation marks around that?” Kirishima asked Katsuki when he was explaining to the class why he’d summoned them all to the mall. Not everyone could make it, of course, but Shouto was pleased with the number that did come. “Are… are we not actually friends?”

Katsuki squinted at him. “The fuck? I thought we were dating?”

Shouto watched in astonishment as Kirishima’s face turned the same shade as his hair. He hadn’t realized the other boy’s quirk could do that. Interesting. Then he turned to Uraraka who had just arrived with Asui. “Hello,” he greeted them. “We’re looking for decorations for our parent’s anniversary, but according to my brother, we have ‘shit taste’ and he ‘doesn’t want to be solely responsible’ for the ‘shitstorm that’s going to happen.’” Shouto repeated back what Katsuki had told him that morning, and then realized he probably should have done what Katsuki did and made the air bunnies that indicated when he was quoting someone else.

Luckily, Uraraka was very intelligent, and seemed to understand anyway, because she only laughed instead of getting offended. “That sounds like fun!” she squealed. “What’s the budget?”

Shouto frowned, then reached into his pocket to count out the bills he had. Behind him, Hitoshi did the same. “I’ve got like seventy bucks,” Katsuki told them. “And some change.”

“Um, fourty-seven.”

“Two hundred thousand and thirty-four.”

Several pairs of eyes swung around to look at him. Shouto blinked. Oh, he should probably explain himself. “Endeavor never asked for his debit card back.” He told them all. “I’ve been making small withdrawals whenever I feel sad. It usually cheers me up.”

“...have you not been spending any of it?” Kaminari asked, bewildered. Shouto wasn’t entirely sure why he was making the expression that he was.

“What would I spend it on?” he asked the other boy, genuinely curious. “I don’t need to buy myself food, anymore. And Dad gave me a full closet of clothes when we moved to the new house. And in my room, I even have toys. I’ve never had toys before, and I’m not entirely sure how to use the ones I already have, so I shouldn’t get anymore. It would be wasteful.”

“Dude…” Shouto turned to look at Kirishima. Then he took a cautious step back, because the other boy had tears in his eyes. “Can… can I give you a hug?”

Shouto didn’t know why Kirishima was crying. Maybe he really needed a hug. “I like hugs,” Shouto told him, extending his arms and in the next moment receiving an armful of friendship. He liked having friends.

Tokoyami cleared his throat, Shouto looked at him over Kirishima’s head. “The darkness receding often reveals crevices once hidden. It’s not enough that the light has revealed them. One must ensure they are also filled, that one might not fall back in.”

Shouto looked around for the crevices. He was surprised that there were any inside the mall. “Where?” He asked Tokoyami, concerned. He would hate for one of his friends to fall into something. Though, of course, he’d help them out.

Tokoyami faltered. Hitoshi placed a hand on his arm. “Fumi means that you should buy yourself something stupid that you don’t need.”

“Oh,” Shouto released Kirishima who was still crying. He patted the boy on the shoulder. “What should I buy?”

“The first thing that looks interesting!” Sero told him.

“Something that makes you laugh, kero.”

“Something that will make your Dad do this,” Ashido adopted a face like she was having digestive issues and then exhaled very deeply. Shouto had seen Dad make that face before. It was usually directed at Hitoshi or Papa.

“Or something to eat?” Sato suggested. “Something like candy. Even if you don’t need food, it’s nice to have something junky to snack on when you get munchie. Just for fun.”

Shouto nodded. “I like instant soba.”

Katsuki sighed. “Of course you do.”

They went off into the store in one giant herd. Shouto thought they were perhaps being a bit obtrusive, but he liked being a part of the group too much to care overly so. They went into a merchandise store for heroes. Shouto paused as they walked past the Endeavor section. He picked up a figurine. There was a warning on it “Keep out of reach of small children.”

Shouto had a thought that it might be funny, but he wasn’t sure how to connect the thought into a joke.

“Bro?” Sero had stopped next to him. “Um. You okay?”

“I would like to buy this,” he said. Then he looked at the rest of the merchandise. “All of this.”

He got some odd looks. “Why?” Hitoshi asked, baffled.

Shouto looked down at the figure in his hands. “Papa likes smores. And we have a firepit. I thought this would be funnier than getting wood.” Shouto paused, then looked at his friends. “Am I… wrong?”

There were several beats of silence, and Shouto started getting a familiar sinking feeling in his stomach, when suddenly Kaminari started to laugh hysterically. “Bro! That’s the best idea.”

“No!” Uraraka said, eyes wide. “You can’t eat food cooked over plastic!”

“Oh,” Shouto drooped. Then he looked back at the merchandise section. “What about books?” There was a selection of comic books.

Kirishima looked considering. “My grandpa uses old newspaper to start his fires when we go camping,” he offered.

“Could get some shirts, too,” Ashido beamed.

Shouto nodded, feeling better about this idea now that his friends were on board. He grabbed an armful and strode towards the cashier. She looked at him with wide eyes. He realized, suddenly, that she’d probably heard the whole thing.

“My friends don’t think it’s weird,” he frowned at her. She blinked, then slowly started to check out his selection.

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They did end up getting decorations as well. Streamers to hang from the ceiling in black and yellow. Little bumble bees with musical notes trailing behind them to put on the walls. Cat table decor and paperware to eat on. A set of matching coffee cups with a cat wearing headphones. Throw pillows with each of Erasermic’s faces on them. And other assorted “bullshit” (according to Katsuki) that vaguely fit into Dad and Papa Mic’s themes.

(He wasn’t entirely sure about the bees, but he did think they were cute.)

After all was said and done, everyone was carrying at least one bag.

“Where will we store this?” Shouto asked no one in particular.

He was answered by silence.

“Fuck,” Katsuki said emphatically. “Dad cleans my room, so it can’t be there.”

“Why does your Dad clean your room?” Kaminari asked him.

“...he just does?”

“Bro. Why do you literally have the best parents?” he wailed. “My mom just yells at me.”

Shouto’s heart hurt for Kaminari. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he told is friend. Kaminari turned towards Shouto with a confused expression on his face, which in turn made Shouto confused.

“Um. It’s okay?” he said, sounding unsure.

“I have room, kero,” Asui told them. “I can keep them in my basement, kero. My siblings are scared of the dark, so they won’t go down there and get into anything.”

“And when it’s time to make the cake,” Sato said. “Come on over to my house. I have the perfect recipe. Not too sweet, but not too bitter either.”

Shouto felt very warm because of the support of his friends. “That sounds perfect,” he told them. “I was concerned about doing all of this, but with your help, I no longer have any reservations.”

He was answered by all of his friends quickly assuring him that he’d always be able to count on them.

But he already knew that.

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Four

It was after the final day of classes before Christmas break, and most of the other students had gone home. Hitoshi and his two brothers (he’ll never get over the novelty of being able to say that) were sitting in the teacher’s lounge waiting for Dad to get finished breaking down the classroom and tell them it was time to go. The lounge was empty except for them.

“I looked at the academic calendar,” Shouto was saying. “And we might have an issue.”

“What issue, Halfy?” Kacchan grunted.

“The first day of school is on the fifth.”

Hitoshi swore. “Damn it. And everything else was going so well, too.”

“We could always make them miss it,” Kacchan said, a smirk growing across his face. Shouto looked intrigued.

“How?” he asked.

Katsuki grinned at him, fully feral, all teeth. “A little bit of a broken leg never hurt anyone.”

Shouto got his usual blank expression that meant he was supremely confused. “That is… untrue. That is very much untrue.”

“Spoil sport.”

Hitoshi grinned. “We could get them sick?” he said. “Stand outside in the snow, catch just a little cold, then wipe our snot all over their stuff.”

Katsuki barked a laugh. Shouto looked concerned. “I’d…rather not. That sounds very unhygienic.”

“Well now you’re just stifling our creativity.”

“I may have a solution!”

All three of them jumped in surprise, twisting around on the couch to see what was perched behind them. Standing on the back of the couch behind their heads was the small mouse, bear, hamster thing that was Principal Nedzu.

“We weren’t being serious,” Hitoshi blurted out.

Nedzu chuckled. “Of that, I am perfectly aware. However, I am being completely serious.” Nedzu seemed very pleased with himself. “I’ll simply give them the day off!”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Give two teachers the first day of school… off.”

“Yes!”

“Why not just move the school year one day over?” Hitoshi questioned.

Nedzu looked at him with what was probably meant to be a confused expression, but it wasn’t expressed well on his furry face. “Why would I do that?”

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Plus One

Hizashi was feeling refreshed after Christmas. As every year, he’d spent most of the evening of with Tensei and Nemuri, though… rather than having a party, they’d spent the entire day going from jewelry store to jewelry store. He’d planned on asking that very night, but then, when he’d gotten home, he’d found out that Hitoshi had waited up for him.

“You haven’t tucked me in yet,” was his excuse, ears poking out red from his crazy hair. Hizashi’s heart melted, and he couldn’t overshadow this important moment with something else.

It was, after all, the first time Hitoshi had approached him for comfort since… Shouta’s birthday. Hizashi had felt like crying, but he’d only smiled and said “Anything for one of my favorite listeners.”

Hitoshi had gotten an impish smile on his face that Hizashi had desperately missed seeing. “Which favorite? Your most favorite? Your second favorite?”

Hizashi had pulled him into a tight hug and pressed a firm kiss to the side of his head. “I love all of you so much, I don’t think any number would do it justice.”

There was a moment of silence as Hizashi just held his kid. Then “That sounds like an excuse to me.”

Hizashi barked a laugh. “You’re so Shouta’s child.” Hitoshi had beamed at him, and then allowed himself to be led to bed.

Now, it’s the week before the first day of the second semester during his babies’ first year at UA and he still hasn’t popped the question. And, well, he can’t help but feel like the moment has passed. They’re all about to be really busy, and it’s only right that this next week is about the boys. Hizashi really wanted to plan something special to mark the occasion, you only have first days back to school so many times, but when he tries to call Nedzu to ask permission to throw a party for the second year hero department, Nedzu cheerfully informs him that of course he can, but not on the first day. He has that day off.

“What?” Hizashi asked, confused. “But…but I have classes?”

“No you don’t!” said the principal, cheerfully. “The first day of classes will be eaten up by orientation, I’m afraid.”

“Orientation? For the second semester? For every grade?”

“That’s correct!”

Hizashi took the phone away from his ear just to look at the screen for a second and double check he’d called the correct rodent. “Um. Why?”

“Because those are the rules!”

Hizashi blinked. “They aren’t though?”

“They are now! And I’ve much to prepare! See you and Shouta on the sixth!” Click.

Hizashi stared into the void. “What just happened?” he asked outloud.

“Hizashi?” Hizashi turned to see Shouta emerging from his study, hair tied back in a bun in the way that made Hizashi swoon internally. And externally. Shouta rolled his eyes at Hizashi’s dramatics, then gestured to the phone. “Was that the principal? What did he say?”

“That… I have the fifth off?” He said, uncertain even though he’d just gotten off the phone. “And… I think he implied that you did, too?”

Aizawa frowns. “He said something like that to me yesterday, but I thought he was just being… foreboding. I didn’t think he meant it literally.” He frowned deeper. “I think it might be Tensei’s fault.”

Hizashi raised an eyebrow. “And, you think that, why?”

“He keeps saying he’s too busy to hang out. And also Nemuri keeps winking at me.”

Hizashi hummed. “Yagi has been weird too, come to think of it. I passed him in the street yesterday. He’d flat out run in the opposite direction. You think they’re up to something?”

“Or they’re hiding something from us.”

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Hizashi wakes up in bed with Shouta on what should have been the first day of school. Since, however, it is apparently not the first day of school, he just allowed himself to luxuriate in the knowledge that he managed to sneak his way into the bed of the prettiest man alive.

Take that, fifteen-year-old Hizashi!

Hizashi ran his fingers through Shouta’s hair. Shouta was laying with his head on Hizashi’s chest, as had become his habit since the incident at USJ. Hizashi was happy to just watch him sleep for a few minutes, when his fingers brushed against something soft that wasn’t hair. Hizashi frowned at brought it closer to his face, being near-sighted without his glasses on.

A petal. A black rose petal. Hizashi fumbles for the side table, trying not to wake up Shouta, and grabs his glasses. Sliding them onto his face, he gently lowers Shouta onto the mattress. But, it’s no use. As soon as he did so, Shouta groaned loudly and whacked him with a pillow.

Sending a flurry of black and yellow petals flying into the air.

“What the fuck?”

“I don’t know,” answered Hizashi. “But look.”

There were black and yellow petals scattered everywhere. Across their bed. On the floor. On their dresser. There were whole flowers as well sitting in what looked like a hand-made vase with Hizashi and Shouta’s faces clumsily painted on the clay. There were streamers covered in bees hanging from the ceiling, and the pillow he’d been whacked with had his own face on it, made from sequins.

“What the fuck?” asked Shouta again, fully sitting up. “What happened.”

The door to their bedroom opened. In walked all three boys, dressed in their UA uniforms. Kacchan was holding a tray of… what he assumed to be “breakfast.” That is, if breakfast was made solely from coffee, an entire mountain of bacon, a single beautifully arranged bowl of sherbert with toppings, and an entire coffee cake. Shouto was holding a handmade card the size of their TV. Hitoshi, for his part, was holding more flowers. These ones, however, were an eclectic mix of colors inexpertly arranged. Hitoshi noticed him looking.

“Picked fresh this morning!” he said proudly. Ah that explained it. “From Endeavor’s garden.” That raised more questions that Hizashi was happy to let go unexplained.

Kacchan proudly placed the tray of “breakfast” across their laps and looked at them expectantly. “Um.” Hizashi cautiously picked up a piece of bacon as Shouta grabbed a mug of coffee (which had a cute cat on it) and downed it like a shot of tequila.

Shouto handed Hizashi the card, which he had to drop the bacon to accept. It was adorable, with hearts and music notes and cats drawn all over it… and glitter practically pouring off of it. That was going to be fun to clean. “Awww,” Hizashi tried to cover his wince. “It’s so pretty.”

“Open it,” Shouto urged. Hizashi obliged, and saw that it had been signed by all of class 1A. And 1B. And every teacher at UA. And the principal. And Mrs. Midoriya. And also Tensei and Nemuri. What the fuck? What was going on?

“Ok bye,” said Kacchan, and all three of them started shuffling out.

“Wha- where are you going?”

Kacchan looked at him like he thought he was stupid. Which. Ouch. “School? It starts in an hour? We have orientation, fuckwad.”

Oh. Right. “Um. Have fun?” The three boys gave him a solemn nod, and then marched out. Hizashi stayed frozen in bed until he heard the front door slam shut, announcing that the three of them had left.

“That just happened,” Hizashi sighed. Shouta grunted, then slid out of bed clutching his mug, ignoring the mounds of random foodstuff they’d been handed.

“I need more coffee.” Was all Shouta had to say.

But then they emerged into the living room, where there were even more flowers. Just. Everywhere.

And a handmade banner with little handprints all over it, as well as Yaoyorozu’s distinctive and beautiful handwriting spelling out “Happy Twenty-Two Years.”

“...did I forget our anniversary?”

“We aren’t married. We don’t have an anniversary.”

Hizashi blinks. A smile started spreading across his face. Well. He’d been waiting for the right moment. Hizashi can take a sign. “ Hold that thought.”

He returns holding something behind his back. Then he drops to one knee, looking up at Shouta’s very unimpressed face as he sipped his third cup of coffee. “So, apparently it’s been twenty-two years,” he laughed nervously. “And I’ve spent each one desperately in love with you. I let myself be a coward for twenty of them, and I won’t hold myself back anymore. That said,” He held out the box with bated breath and opened the top. In it was a pair of rings that he’d been holding onto since Christmas. “I’d like to marry you, Shouta. I have for a while. Since we were kids, actually.”

Aizawa stares at him for a long moment. Downs the last of his coffee. Plucks one of the rings out of the box, then walks back to the bedroom. “I’m going back to bed. If I find out it was you who planned this, we’re getting a divorce.”

Hizashi blinked into the empty room.

“...WAS THAT A YES???”

#fanfic #fanfiction #bnha #dadzawa #eraserhead #asexual #present mic #papa mic #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shōta #hitoshi shinsou #shouto todoroki #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #class 1a #flufftober 2023 #flufftober #day five #wawa boonliang

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unlikelyjedi · 2 years

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My Hero Academia Pride Headcanons (Student Edition)

AAAAAHHH I'm so excited to talk about these. My Hero is my favorite anime, so it's only fitting I talk about it first!

I'm going to start with just the 1-A kids, but I also plan to do pro heroes and others like a few from LOV and Class 1-B in later posts!

Disclaimer: These are my own thoughts and opinions (hence the term headcanon). This is how I'm choosing to engage with this media in this post. There are other ways to engage with a chosen media and neither way of engagement invalidates the other. Art is subjective. Fandom is ultimately for fun! Don't take me too seriously!

Without further ado:

Midoriya Izuku (he/him): Bisexual

Honestly, Class 1-A is kind of just his harem. /hj

But really, I'm thinking about how flustered he gets around girls, or how he's got such good chemistry with Todoroki, Shinsou, etc. Or how his friendship with Kacchan can be read as a boy with an unrequited crush. I think he's more attracted to women than men. Like, maybe his initial attraction leans towards women, but he ends up forming much more natural chemistry faster with men. This is a ramble. But I think it's almost fitting I'm rambling on the King of Ramble's section.

Todoroki Shouto (he/him): Gay and Demisexual

Head empty, only pretty boy and parental issues. Todoroki Shouto lit up so fast when Midoriya confronted him and then he just never let him go. It's cute. I don't think he even realized he had a crush until much much much later, and only after his mom pointed it out. Bless his heart.

I also support a bisexual reading of Shouto because it fits the idea of his character. Feeling split in two but realizing he is one whole. Just as bisexuality isn't half gay/half straight, but a whole sexuality.

I also support other pairings like Seroroki, TodoBaku, TodoKiri. TodoIida, etc. I didn't mean to make it all TodoDeku, but ahhh, I've shown my cards. It's my favorite pairing in the show.

Bakugou Katsuki (he/him): Gay

Did Bakugou struggle with his sexuality? Probably not. He obviously wasn't worried about it. What is a relationship compared to being Number 1? He just likes guys. Nothing to get weird about.

Side note: after he becomes more open with people, he probably calls out "that's gay" whenever his classmates do literally anything affectionate with each other and Jirou has to exasperatedly point out "your boyfriend is literally in your lap."

I also support a bi/pan reading of Bakugou because why not? Art is subjective.

Kirishima Eijirou (he/him): Gay and Trans

Kirishima is a manly man. He is the manliest man. He is trans. and still very manly.

I like to headcanon that he has two moms who fully supported him when he told them he was a boy and he started socially transitioning pretty early. Not many people know he's trans, but it's not like he's shy about it.

Side note: Artists that draw Kiri with top scars are doing the mostest. Appreciate y'all.

Oh. and he's gay. Kirishima also wouldn't find that to be a big deal. It's just who he is. He never really came out. Just let people figure it out.

I also support a Pan reading of Kirishima.

Yaoyorozu Momo (she/her): Lesbian

This is supposed to be set in the future, but I do think there's still homophobia in smaller ways and/or in specific circles, like the elite. I feel like Yaomomo would have trouble both realizing she's a lesbian and feeling like she's safe enough to express that to her family. She's got no idea what they actually think about it, because it's so hush-hush and that scares her.

Don't worry though. Her gf helps her out and she's eventually able to tell her parents and they eventually accept her. (Is this me projecting my unfinished Pro Hero!Momo MomoJirou fic onto a headcanon post? Yes, yes it is.)

Jirou Kyouka (she/they): Bisexual

She likes the men. She likes the women. She likes in-between and beyond, and she doesn't care what you think about it. Homophobes can fuck off!

Despite how shy they come off, she's not about to take people's shit about herself and especially not her friends. Mean Bisexual.

Her parents are very supportive and would constantly ask if they've got a partner yet. Their parents have a betting pool on whether she'll get with Kaminari or Momo. Their mom won.

Kaminari Denki (he/they): Bisexual and Non-Binary

It was a little bit of a shock (ha!) when Kaminari realized he wasn't attracted to women. He was attracted to the color purple. The Baku-squad is tired of Kaminari staring at Shinsou's abs.

One day, they realized, rather out of the blue, that they didn't feel exactly like a boy. I mean, he felt more boy than girl, but not boy enough. When they found the non-binary label, it just worked.

Iida Tenya (he/him): Bi-romantic Demisexual

Oh Iida, how I love you and all your eccentricities.

Tenya likes both men and women and while that's not something he's always known, it's something he easily took in stride. Tensei was surprised when Tenya first talked about his crush because Tensei didn't think his little brother would ever like anybody. Tenya just needs to have a friendship connection first before he realizes he likes someone.

Ururaka Ochako (she/her): Bisexual

Oh god, she's a bisexual disaster. I don't know who's worse, her, Deku, or Kaminari. They need to hold a contest.

She flusters so easily. The first time a girl held her hand, she was probably as red as a tomato and couldn't do anything to stop the blushing. She's a mess. Can relate.

Asui Tsuyu (she/her): Lesbian and Asexual

Girls.

She likes girls. Girls are very pretty and they have pretty hair and cute hands and lovely laughs and blinding smiles.

She just...

Girls.

But she's also kind of sex-repulsed. She'd be willing to do the thing if her partner wanted it, but only for special occasions. Not very frequently.

Ashido Mina (she/her): Pansexual

Move over, people! It's Alien Queen. She doesn't care about gender. She cares about if you can keep up with her in the game of life!

Life's too short to worry about gender!

Sero Hanta (he/him): Pansexual

Same idea, just toned down a little. It's not about the gender of the person, but the contents of their character. It helps if they're sexy tho, ngl.

Ojiro Mashirao (he/him): Bisexual

Maybe it's because I'm bi, but I think most character's base-line should be bi, hence why many of the characters on here are bi/pan. Same goes for Ojiro who has pretty good chemistry with both Kaminari and Hagakure. Also kinda got an enemies thing with Shinsou, but that's leaning a little into rare-pair territory.

Aoyama Yuuga (he/him): Straight

"But OP," you say, "He's clearly being queer-coded, have you looked at him??" Yes. And that's what makes it funny.

I think it would be funny for the obviously queer-coded person in the class to be the only actual Straight person in Class 1-A. Could you imagine??

"Is he, y'know?" *hand flap thing*

"What, Aoyama? No, no, he's straight. But everyone else here is gay though!"

Tokoyami Fumikage (he/him): Gay and Asexual

He likes guys. Not into sex. It's simple and not very complicated. He just needs a boyfriend to keep all his candles in place for when he does the summoning ritual-

Shouji Mezou (he/him): Gay and Asexual

Same deal. Not very complicated. He's willing to hold all the candles for his boyfriend as he does a summoning ritual-

Sato Rikido (he/him): Aromantic

Frienship is more important than a relationship. Probably has a few queer-platonic relationships.

Koda Koji (he/him): Aro/Ace

When he gets over his shyness, he loves his friends with his whole heart, but that's how it stays. Nothing more than friendships for him!

Hagakure Toru (she/her): Trans

I haven't forgot about youuuuu. Why is she trans? Why not? What are you gonna do about it? Honestly, all these characters could be trans and that would be fine too. Art is subjective. Trans rights! Fuck you!

Min*ta (h*/h*m): homophobic

Cannot stand him. We slander. (He arguably has a crush on Deku, but I'm! Not! Going! There!

Shinsou Hitoshi (he/him): Queer

Am I cheating?? No. I think he deserves to be in 1-A, so he's on the 1-A list.

It's just easier to tell people he's queer when they ask, and it's the best label that suits him. He's not entitled to give them anymore than that.

That's the end of the students from 1-A! This was pretty fun, actually! Hope you enjoyed, whoever's reading this!

Next time, I'm going to tackle Pro Heroes!!!! Because they, too, are gay.

Until Next Time!!!

#bnha #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #bakugo katuski #kirishima eijiro #yaoyorozu momo #class 1 a #shinsou hitoshi #lgbt pride #pride month #bisexual #gay #lesbian #pansexual #asexual #non binary #trans

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ladysunamireads · 1 year

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Azrael: The angel of death.

Azrael: the angel of death. by cherrygems22

When Izuku wakes up with a quirk that kills everything he touches, he realizes that he should have been more specific for when he wished for a quirk. Luckily for Izuku, he also befriends a certain decay quirk user with the same troubles as him. -- Join Izuku has he deals with his trauma in an unhealthy way (illegally, but not technically, beating up villains), realizing how many shitty parents there are, (spoiler alert: too many), making friends, and give a certain underground pro a mini heart attack each day.

(summary sucks, but pls spare me i was on my last 2 braincells writing this, story's hopefully decent)

Words: 3135, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Hatsume Mei, Todoroki Shouto, Original Characters

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Toga Himiko, Midoriya Izuku & Toga Himiko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Dead Midoriya Inko, sorry inko needed more trauma, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is Not a Villain, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Are Siblings, Sort of?, Not legally, Toga Himiko is Not a Villain, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Midoriya Izuku is a Problem Child, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Bashing, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, author has a vauge plot idea, Crack Treated Seriously, Sarcastic Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Nedzu is a Little Shit, Chaotic Nedzu, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku are Best Friends, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi are Best Friends, Everyone Is Gay, izuku is best friends with everyone, Aromantic Asexual Todoroki Shouto, no i am not projecting, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Everybody has shitty parents, expect mei, they all find decent parents i swear, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, no beta we all die like sir nighteye, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King Adopts Toga Himiko, nedzu and izuku will destroy the world if left alone, izuku's quirk is more than what it seems, Matter of Life and Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44361292

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Aizawa Shouta #Inko Midoriya #Tomura Shigaraki #Hitoshi Shinsou #BNHA #🐰#R:T #Quirk AU #Vigilante AU #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Asexuality #A:Cherrygems22

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irusanw4 · 2 years

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Oh I just realized I can share my excess of Kaminari headcanons now.

Man hoards bean bags. Why? He just does.

Got adhd and dyslexia.

He is bi but that goes without saying.

He's also polyamorous. For some reason this is a rare hc??? You can't seriously all believe he would pick just one person.

He dates Jiro, Shinso, and Sero. Ojiro is a pretty close friend and always lets him fidget with his tail to help focus in class, so when his datefriends plan stuff for him Ojiro gets to join.

Also Jiro, Sero, and Shinso are all nb because projecting and Jiro is ace because look at her wiki page she is the closest we got. Also projecting but shhhh.

Anyways also Jiro is dating Momo because she can. She's a good bi bean. Momo is lesbian though.

I'm blanking on more Kami hcs and I wanna keep this somewhat organized so no more in this post. Got like 200 hcs though so feel free to tempt me into sharing them all.

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shinzuku · 9 months

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my favourite bnha headcanons!!

— (sexualities & gender)

midoriya izuku

agender and pansexual

often switches between masc presenting and fem presenting

they/them

todoroki shouto

gender-nonconforming, asexual and demiromantic

he/they

uraraka ochako

genderfluid and pansexual

she/he/they but it really depends on whatever she's feeling

asui tsuyu

agender and aroace

she/her

iida tenya

gay gay gay gay gay gay gay

yaoyorozu momo

genderdoe and lesbian

she/they

tokoyami fumikage

transmasculine, asexual and gay

he/it

shinsou hitoshi

trans ftm, asexual and gay

he/him

hatsume mei

non-binary and aroace

they/them

bakugou katsuki

unlabelled

he/him

kirishima eijirou

aroace

he/him

ashido mina

trans mtf and omnisexual

she/her

kaminari denki

demiboy and bisexual

he/they

sero hanta

cishet ally

he/him

jirou kyouka

bigender, asexual, biromantic

she/he

shouji mezou

pansexual

he/him

hagakure tooru

aroaceflux

she/her

kouda kouji

non-binary, asexual and panromantic

they/them

ojirou mashirao

pansexual

he/him

satou rikido

questioning

he/him

aoyama yuuga

genderfluid and gay

she/her

mineta minoru

um,, no idea tbh

he/him

monoma neito

unlabelled

she/her

kendou itsuka

lesbian

she/her

tsunotori pony

pangender and pansexual

any pronouns

yanagi reiko

lesbian

she/it

aizawa shouta

agender, asexual and gay

they/them

yamada hizashi

gender nonconforming and pansexual

he/they/she

kayama nemuri

demigirl and bisexual

she/they

iida tensei

bisexual <3

he/him

shigaraki tomura / shimura tenko

trans ftm, asexual and biromantic

he/him

toga himiko

girlflux and bisexual

she/it/they

dabi / todoroki touya

gay

he/him

mr. compress / sako atsuhiro

trans ftm and gay

he/him

twice / bubaigawara jin

demisexual and gay

he/him

spinner / iguchi shuichi

non-binary and gay

they/them

usagiyama rumi

lesbian

she/her

fukukado emi

trans mtf and lesbian

she/her

takami keigo

gay

he/him

todoroki enji

bisexual

he/him

todoroki fuyumi

pansexual

she/her

todoroki natsuo

bisexual aromantic

he/him

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #sexualities #sexuality headcanons #gender headcanons #gender stuff #midoriya izuku #shinsou hitoshi #class 1a #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kaminari denki

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aquamarine021109 · 2 months

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My mha headcanons.😊

(im probably gunna keep adding to this list because I still haven't figured out what I should headcanon certain characters.)

Izuku Midoryia: bisexual & prefers men + ambiamorous + transmasc demiboy + autistic + adhd (he/they)

Katzuki Bakugo: gay man + ambiamorous (he/him)

Shoto Todoroki: demiromantic + biromantic + demisexual + bisexual + ambiamorous (he/him)

Mina Ashido: panromantic + demisexual + pansexual + genderfae + adhd (any pronouns)

Fumikage Tokoyami: aromantic + asexual + libramasculine (he/they/it/bird)

Dark Shadow: gendervoid (he/it/they/xe/fae/bird/shadow/dark)

Momo Yaoyorozu: pansexual (she/her)

Toru Hagakura : biromantic + demisexual + agender paragirl + adhd (she/they/it/xe/fae/ghost)

Ochaco Uraraka: bisexual (she/her)

Eijiro Kirishima: bisexual & prefers men + ambiamorous + trans guy (he/him)

Tenya Iida: biromantic + demisexual + bisexual + paraboy + adhd + autistic + ocd (he/they)

Tsuyu Asui: apothiromantic + apothisexual + librafeminine + froggender + autistic and tics/stims sometimes (she/they/it/frog)

Yuga Aoyama: gay (likes men) + bigender + flamboyant (he/they/she)

Kyoka Jiro: bisexual + genderfluid + autistic (she/they/he)

Midnight: biromantic & prefers men + aegosexual (sex-favorable)(she/her)

Endeavor: bisexual but doesn't know it yet (he/him)

Eraser Head: demiromantic + biromantic + demisexual + bisexual + ambiamorous + insomnia + autistic (he/him)

All Might: bisexual (he/him)

Mt.lady: pansexual + trans woman (she/her)

Thirteen: aromantic + asexual + agender + gendervoid (they/she/he/it/voids/xe)

Kamui Woods: pansexual + trans guy (he/him)

Cementoss: aromantic + asexual + agender (he/they/it/cement/xe)

Mr.Principle: aromantic + asexual (he/they/it/mouse/rat/hamster/ginniepig)

Recovery girl: lesbian (she/her)

Present Mic: pansexual + genderfluid + ambiamorous + adhd (any pronouns)

Koji Koda: aromantic + asexual + agender + autistic (he/they/it)

Mezo Shoji: pansexual + agender paraboy (he/they/it)

Denki Kaminari: omnisexual & prefers men + ambiamorous (he/him)

Ibara Shiozaki: biromantic + demisexual + bisexual + transfem + agender paragirl (she/they/it/plants/vines)

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: gay (likes men) + agender demiboy (he/they/it/metal)

Mei Hatsume: pansexual + non-binary paragirl (she/they)

Hitoshi Shinsou: biromantic + demisexual + bisexual + insomnia + autistic + depression + probably some ptsd (he/him)

Tomura Shigaraki: homoromantic + demisexual + homosexual + agender demiboy (he/they/it)

Himiko Toga: bisexual & prefers men (she/her)

Suneater (aka one of my fav characters and crushes): biromantic & prefers men + demisexual + bisexual + transmasc agender demiboy + autistic and very shy (he/they)

Ms.Joke: pansexual (she/her)

Dabi: pansexual + demiboy (he/they/it/stitches)

Reiko Yanagi: omniromantic & prefers enbys + asexual + nonbinary (they/she)

Hawks (aka my new biggest crush right now): omnisexual & highly prefers men + intersex (he/him)

Natsu Todoroki: biromantic + demisexual + bisexual (he/him)

Fuyumi Todoroki: homoromantic + asexual (she/her)

Oboro Shirakumo: gay (likes men) + polyamorous + transmasc demiboy (he/they)

Sirius: biromantic + asexual (she/her)

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Shinsou #♧#Erasermic·#Hitoshi Shinsou #R:G #A:Sunflower Star

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heyyallitssatan · 8 months

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Mine own personal headcanons about the mha characters sexual/romantic orientations as well as gender and relationship status if applicable, and I don’t give a fuck if it’s not canon, canon can’t hurt me here

I am open to suggestions, but no discourse, I will block your ass

Yuga Aoyama: cis, he/him, gay, demisexual, single

Mina Ashido: trans, she/her, pan, with the bakusquad

Tsuyu Asui: cis, she/her, bi, with Tokoyami and Shouji

Tenya Iida: cis, he/him, undecided, single

Ochako Uraraka: cis, she/her, bi, It’s Complicated TM with toga

Mashirao Ojiro: trans, he/him, demisexual, panromantic, single but talking to an unknown (someone not in class, insert an oc or something)

Denki Kaminari: gender fluid, all pronouns, bi, with the bakusquad

Ejirou Kirishima: trans, he/him, pan, with the bakusquad

Kouji Koda: cis, he/him, pan, single

Rikido Sato: trans, he/him, bi, single, crushing on Koda

Mezou Shouji: cis, he/him, asexual, biromantic, with Tokoyami and Tsu

Kyouka Jirou: agender, any, bi, demisexual, demiromantic, with the bakusquad

Hanta Sero: nonbinary, they/them, pan, demisexual, with the bakusquad

Tokoyami Fumikage: cis, he/him, pan, asexual, with Tsu and Shouji

Shoto Todoroki: cis, he/him, aroace

Tooru Hagakure: cis, she/her, pan, single

Katsuki Bakugou: cis, he/him, pan, demisexual, with the bakusquad

Izuku Midoriya: cis, he/him, pan, single

Mineta doesn’t exist

Shinsou Hitoshi: demiboy, he/they, pan, with the bakusquad

Momo Yaoyorozu: cis, she/her, bi, with kendo

#mha #bnha #mha headcanons #tired headcanons #gay #bisexual #pansexual #queer #asexual #demisexual #aromantic #nonbinary #trans #agender #gender fluid #poly bakusquad #I will do more character #sometime #later

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Flufftober Day One: I've Got You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With hesitation, Aizawa answered the call.

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

“Not anymore,” Aizawa interrupted him.

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

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

“It’s Mindjack.”

Aizawa froze.

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

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

“Baby?” Hizashi called after him.

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

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

“He took some damage and the villain escaped–”

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

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

“Out of control?!” Hizashi demanded.

“Mindjack is attacking my men–”

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

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

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

“ GET AWAY !”

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

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

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

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

“Dad!” “Papa!” “Père~”

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

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

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

“No…No you’re dead.”

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

“I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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