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lovingksuki · 2 months

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✰ SECRET ADMIRER pt.2

— highschoolers bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: an anonymous love letter appears in your locker on valentine's day. surprised, you and your best friend start an investigation to uncover who was that person observing you from afar. meanwhile, a flushed bakugo tries to ruin your plans on the undercover alongside his shitty-haired buddy

cw: sfw; mostly fluff; lil angst; very insecure bakugo; romantic comedy; puberty; silly jokes; little swearing.

an: guyyyyss it's hereeee. i hope you enjoy since i had many people asking for me to continue with this. i hope it is as good as the first part that btw you can read here

wc: 1,3k

the two went on a mission walking around the school and very non-suspiciously investigating whose hand that might be.

"i'm telling you! there's sato, iida and..." counted.

"are they even suspects!?" you mocked. "we have to be coherent about it. i don't even have a major relationship with them..."

"how could you possibly know what goes on inside other's head? i think you're being biased about it."

"what do you mean?"

"i know you want it to be one of the hottest in our class!" smiled diabolically.

"i have no idea what you're talking about." you sweated.

"maybe we should call that double colored guy and just ask a few questions..."

"no way... what are you insinuating?" you almost screamed truly shocked.

"that you have a slight cru-"

"I don't have a crush."

"admit it already."

"I'm not admitting anything. quit pestering."

"you're no fun at all. so... are we talking to Todoroki any soon?"

"no."

"psst, isn't that sero coming this way?" mina whispered looking ahead of the corridor.

the duo telepathically agreed to their next move and mina quickly went in action.

"hey, if isn't our fave tape boy! can I have a high-five?" the pink cheered lifting her hand.

the jet-black haired guy smiled playfully slapping hands with her. watching everything, you caught that glimpse of time needed to take conclusions on the survey.

"what are you two up to? feeling extra energetic today..." sero stated.

absorbed in your own thoughts, you simply couldn't answer any of the questions made, so pinky said in advance: "we're just too excited for the... the-"

"for what?"

"the new movie...! yeah! that one with the clowns. everyone is so hyped to watch it!" mina came up with some excuse.

"oh, so you like 'bloody nightmare' series too? man, me and denki are gathering people to go watch with us." he cheered.

you and mina eyed each other nervously while sero kept rambling about horror films. pinky swiftly poked your side sending the 'make him shut up' signal and you quickly catch the message saying:

"y-yeah! it would be super cool, but we need to... to... go to the 1b room! to dis- discuss the next match-"

"we're discussing the teams for the next training match!" mina rapidly came with an excuse ready to push you up the corridor. "see ya!"

"but guys... their class is towards the other side." sero warned confusedly.

"r-right! it's been months, but we still get lost... hehe!" mina sweated. she spotted a purple voluminous hair meters away. "shinso! wait up!"

and you runned away. sero chuckled observing the girls as another duo approached.

"'sup pal?" kirishima greeted. "it's a important matter so, could you share what are the girls planning? we have business with them."

"it's no use, we're gonna lose sight of them." said the blonde ready to walk away, but his buddy was fast to grab his shirt stopping his tracks.

"be reasonable, it's creepy to chase them around the school." eijiro whispered.

"what are you two up to?" sero crossed arms curious about the situation.

"nothing particularly important. girly borrowed something from bakugo." his heart he thought slightly laughing. "did them say anything about where they're heading?" asked.

"mina said they have something to do with class 1b, and i think they left with shinso." sero explained.

"not that eraserhead wannabe..." katsuki gritted teeth.

"well, no time to lose then! thanks dude." kirishima dragged his best friend away.

when the two males finally found the duo they were shocked to see you holding shinso's hand while walking

kirishima panicked turning to the blonde who watched that scene petrified. it was the second time eijiro saw that expression on his face, the first was when they watched all might last fight. that expression that indicates he started malfunctioning, his thoughts are running wild, and he is about to break.

when he finally inhaled, kirishima's heart skipped a beat thinking bakugo would explode at any moment. he prepared himself to restrain his friend from murdering somebody or start yelling like a psycho, but bakugo just hollowed his lungs right after.

watching deadpanned as you walked away giggling.

that behavior... it was truly concerning coming from him.

"are you totally sure?" mina whispered excited.

"it's a great probability, didn't you see that monstrosity of a hand!?" you whisper-exclaimed. "his grip almost crushed mine!"

"okay, but let's don't get ahead of ourselves, there's other boys to analyze." mina said carefully.

"right, but he's a suspect! and did you notice how he didn't hesitate or felt uneasy to hold my hand?"

"i'm not jumping to conclusions but he seemed too chill! it's almost unnatural coming from a person who wrote a love letter." mina spoke wisely.

"you're right." you pouted.

"what am i suspect about? love letter!?"

"aaaaaack! for fucks sake!" you and mina jolted. "y-you heard us?" you asked shyly.

"were you eavesdropping!?" mina confronted.

the boy leaned in the doorframe crossing his arms unphazed by the pink's attitude. "you're not even whispering... some of 1b even heard about how i have big ass hands and shit." he chuckled.

you looked over shinso's shoulder only to encounter monoma, kendo, shiozaki and komori confusedly observing at some distance. "h-hey guys..." and kendo smiled amused.

"he caught us, mina. what do we do?" you said fidgety.

"there's no other way now that he knows our secret. we must kill you." mina stated creepily serious to shinso, making him falter.

"ha. you almost got me there." he laughed mindlessly. after a couple of seconds staring at each other he came to realization. " you're joking,,, right?"

"why did you have to scare him like that? what if he go out telling others?"

"it's quite the opposite. he won't tell anyone if he believes it's confidential information. you can question my methods but not my results!" the pink girl explained confidently.

walking down the corridor in search for another male friend. now that the lunchtime was coming to an end the school was less fuzzy, and the groups concentrated in their usual places.

"uh... mina... you're not actually dangerous, are you?" you blurted.

she looked at you puzzled, as if that question was more complicated than it actually seemed. "why do you ask?"

"it's just because, you're my best friend, and if it were for me to have a psycho so close to me i would want to know..." you reasoned.

"don't be ridiculous!" she laughed. "but like you said, we're best friends, that does mean i would probably hide a body for you."

"wait. what the-"

"kirishima it's been thirty minutes." the blonde stated impatiently.

the boys were sitting casually at their class waiting for the others to come grab their keys to the closets. p.e was the next hour.

"just be patient dude, when she arrives, you casually get up and go talk to her. do you remember the three steps?" the red haired pointed.

"don't scream, don't curse and look at her in the eye." bakugo grumbled a little skeptical.

when they heard high pitched voices and footsteps approaching the blonde jolted in his seat.

"there they are." kirishima whispered. "good luck soldier"

katsuki got up with a sigh, heart beating fast, he didn't even notice his feet leading him directly to you and almost fainted when you looked at him with those doe eyes.

"h-hey."

"hey!" you greeted rummaging your backpack.

"i was... i recalled that time last week you shared your notes and... i"

"you came to say thanks? it's alrighty! just gimme a shoutout whenever you need!" you smiled

his ears reddened. "y-yeah. but i was trying to ask if ya wanna grab milkshakes sometimes, my treat for the notes." katsuki managed to spill

"oh! i didn't expect that" you giggled thinking that was a cute way to invite someone to hang out. "sure. i provide the notes, you provide the milkshakes." you extended your hand "deal?"

he smirked satisfied shaking you hand.

"deal."

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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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OK HEAR ME OUT! Reader who is a single mother of one of Aizawa’s students X Aizawa???? PLEASE I need it!

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU YES OMG I NEED THIS anon im giving you kisses rn

Aizawa x fem!reader (also your denki's mom bc why not)

A small sigh escapes your lips as you pull into the parking lot of your son's school, it's still early in the year and his teacher has requested to meet with you.

He doesn't even have to explain why you're here because you already have a good idea: Denki's grades.

You smooth out your skirt and double check that your blouse is buttoned all the way. Security stopped you at the gate which took around ten minutes to defuse, they honestly thought you looked too young to be anyone's mother.

Thirty-two is a bit young to have a fifteen year old but you know how it goes: unprotected sex = baby. It's the same old story, your boyfriend freaked out and dipped on you.

It made you proud Denki got into a school like this, your goal is for him to further his education... something you never got the chance to do.

Finding his classroom was a whole other situation. UA is HUGE. So poor you is walking around every corner looking for class "1-A".

"Are you lost?" A voice loud and energetic asked, it caused you to jump in your skin. When you turn your head you see blond hair sticking upward toward the ceiling and a pair of goofy shades. He notices your giggle and quirks an eyebrow.

"Are you a new student?!" The blond questions, his face is full of energy and excitement.

"No.. do I really look that young?" You ask, smile bright.

"You do look pretty young." As soon as he says that it dawns on him that you might be a younger mother.

"Ah- sorry! I just-"

"Don't worry about it. I was actually looking for class 1-A, my son's teacher requested to meet with me." His eyes widen.

"Don't you worry, I can take you to Eraserhead's class!" With that you follow him down a flight of stairs and you guys turn like four corners. Well damn, you were way off.

You had been too caught up into your thoughts to realize he stopped, you bumped right into him.

"Sorry." He gives you a soft smile, "It's nothing!"

He knocks loudly, "Oh, Eraser! You have a visitor!" The blond doesn't even wait for a response to open the door, he just bursts in.

"Well I've gotta go now! Take care Miss..."

"L/n, the name's L/n." A thumbs up is sent your way before the loud blond man leaves.

A deep voice causes your brain to stir, "Thank you for coming on such a short notice, Miss L/n."

And what the fuck because Denki's teacher has beautiful long black hair, stubble, and a little scar under his right eye. He must be married you assume, because no way a handsome man like him is single.

You respond with confidence in your voice, "Of course, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I got lost."

His face softens as he motions for you to sit on the chair he's placed by his desk.

"Understandable, UA is not small. Let's get down to business, shall we?" He sits at his desk, organizing some papers before handing you a few. You feared the worst, Denki always strived to do his best so you shouldn't have anything to even fear.

"My students have been under attack a few times by villians, we've spoke to the board about the situation, because parents are worried about their children." You were relieved this had nothing to do with his grades but it scared you that villians were out for high schoolers.

"I thought the attacks stopped." Aizawa nods at you.

"They have for the time being but we fear they won't completely stop, which is why UA is building a dormitory system to keep students safe. What I've handed you is the consent form for your son to live on campus. It's not manditory but it is highly suggested." He explains to you and you read the pages.

"How do I know Denki will be in good hands?" You ask biting your lip, it doesn't go unnoticed by Aizawa because his eyes flicker to your lips then back up to your face.

"I understand what it's like to lose someone close to you, which is why I put so much effort and care into my students, they may say and think otherwise but they don't see what happens behind the scenes." You could tell his words were sincere, it wasn't convincing enough though. You worry too much about him and just the mere thought of losing him is enough to scare you.

Aizawa leans in to place a hand on yours, it feels tingly.

"I know all you have is my word to go off of, but I promise you I will protect your son and all my other students with my life." His eyes burn into yours. You get lost in those beautiful black eyes.

"Uh- hah. I'll look over the papers."

In the end you sign the papers.

"Mom you have to tell me who's taking you to dinner!" Denki says for the millionth time over the phone. You call him almost every night to check in on him.

"It's none of your business, young man." You'd tell him when you were ready. Just... not now. He'd freak out if he knew you were going out to dinner with his teacher.

Before you left that day, Aizawa asked for your number. You happily gave it to him, there was no way in hell you'd miss out on a chance like that.

After a month of just talking (and flirting) he asked you out for dinner, you agreed of course.

"But mommmmmm why nottttttt?" Denki whined.

"I'll tell you when we're ready. Anyways I have to go. Take care, sweetheart." He sighs but tells you he loves you. "I love you too, Denki." He hangs up, leaving you to finish your makeup.

The plan was originally to meet at dinner, but Aizawa was not letting up until you agreed that he could pick you up.

Your hands were starting to sweat again. It's normal to be this nervous, right? Dating hadn't really been in your line of vision while raising a child. It seemed to be the same process: go out with someone, get along nicely, start developing real feelings, they find out you have a son, they leave.

It seemed refreshing to finally go out with someone who knew you were raising a young man. Waiting it out seems to have been the right choice. Aizawa is a mature man.

The door bell rings and you shoot up out of your seat like a rocket.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck, I look okay right?" It felt weird to ask your reflection, but self love is everything these days.

Your burgundy v cut dress was a bit on the short side, it hugged your body which made you a little insecure. You'd heard some women say pregnancy made them glow. You were convinced otherwise, it took you some time to finally feel beautiful.

Your walk to the door was dreadful, what if he takes it all back? Upon opening the door he was standing there in all his beauty. His raven colored hair was put up in a messy bun, his stubble cleaned up some, and he looked a little less tired. Your eyes inched down his body, he's wearing a white button up and black slacks.

"You're beautiful." The two of you say at the same time. Your eyes widen.

"Thank you, I was actually kind of nervous." His face softens at your words. The hero holds his hand out so you can take it. Just like the last time his hand was warm and made you feel tingly. You chuckled at how dumb that sounded, definitely sounds like something from a cheesy romance novel.

Dinner was a little awkward but beyond amazing. A waitress spilled wine on you, she apologized like a million times. You weren't mad though, having a son meant many messes were made... especially on you. The wine didn't stain that bad because of your dress color.

Aizawa offered you the jacket he kept in his car. Accepting it was a no brainer. He held it out for you and you gave him a confused look.

"I'll put it on you, come here." His voice was low and seductive. He noticed your smile. "You're so cute." He whispers as you put your arms in the jacket sleeves.

"Only cute?" Your question was followed by your signature smirk. The food was paid for, his hand wrapped around your waist and he walked you two to his car.

"Sexy, funny, chatty.... I could go on." He says with a smug smile.

"Oh stop it, I'm not sexy-" You don't get to finish your sentence, Aizawa twirls you around so you guys are facing each other. His hands rest on your hips for a second and in a flash he's cupping your face.

Your heart started beating a mile per minute... no second. He slowly pulls you in, those lazy eyes looking into yours. His lips look so kissable.

You pucker your lips and he presses his lips to yours, there weren't any fireworks or sparks like in Disney movies, it felt like he was one with you. Your body was connected to his in a way.

When the kiss is over he's staring at you, "you are sexy, I don't know who's lied to you."

__________

When he pulls into your driveway, you realize this date is almost over. Hopefully he'll agree to going out again. He seemed to enjoy the night as much as you did.

He walked you up to your door, eyes trained on you.

Your feet stop on your doormat. It felt like you were stuck in cement.

"Will I be seeing you again, Aizawa?"

"Call me Shota, and yes, I'll be seeing you again." He faces you and kisses you again. A sigh of relief escapes your lips.

"Call me." You say and he hums in acknowledgement.

Maybe... trying again at dating won't hurt you.

Hiii anon, I hope you like this!! I don't think this has been my best work but I think it shouldn't be that bad? Lol imagine how Denki would react when he finds out you're with his teacher. Love you guys, working on Teacher's Assistant ch. 1

#bnha #mha #aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #shouta aizawa #mha aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader

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maapllee · 4 months

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★ SHINSOU X READER

▻ Summary: You and Shinsou get caught by his mentor. [implied fem reader, aged up characters.]

▻ Fluff, awkward stuff, hope you like it <3

☁ I try to hide it in my face and it don't work, you see through that I just wanna get with you... ☁

A/n: good luck to those of you who have exams!

What is this, a funeral? Play some music: You right by Doja Cat

☀︎

You walked into the lounge behind the staff room to check on Eri. Present Mic being your mentor and Eraserhead being Shinsou's, you both had special privileges. One of them being steaming hot coffee on cold days.

Eri was lying on her tummy on the floor, colouring with pastels. "[Onee/ Onii] -san, you're back!" she exclaimed joyfully, jumping into your arms. You chuckled, catching the small child and encasing her in your arms. Eraserhead had put you on Eri-watch duty since he'd be busy for the rest of the evening. "Look! Look! I drew Papa Mic and Dada holding hands in front of their house and You and Onii san holding hands in the yard!" Eri showed you excitedly. "You're so good at drawing, Eri-chan!" You exclaimed while kneeling down to the now beaming girl's level. "Wait a minu- Why are me and Shinsou holding hands??"

"Mmm. Very interesting." A voice came from behind you, which you responded to with a squeak. Eri ran into the Shinsou's arms, the artwork now forgotten. "Shin! Don't scare us like that." You said while telling him off. "Oh, boo hoo. I can't help that you're a scardey cat." Shinsou said, rolling his eyes and walking towards the sofa. "You sneak up behind a person and then make fun of them for being surprised? What a bleak time to live in." You tutted, shaking your head sarcastically. "Enough bickering, Y/N. There are more important matters at hand, like watching Cinderella." Eri cheered happily as you sat on the couch, Shinsou starting the movie. Eri cuddled into you as she sang along to the songs, having watched the movie before.

"I'll head to the vending machine, Do you guys want anything?" You piped up, feeling thirsty. Eri, absorbed in the movie with her mouth agape shook her head half-mindedly. Standing up, you made your way to the corridor. Looking out the windows, you saw the trees gently swaying in the wind, highlights of the golden sunlight illuminating the bark. It was almost sundown, you thought to yourself. Sensei would be back soon. Standing in front of the machine, you kicked it. The darn thing was acting up again. Your head turned at hearing soft footsteps from the other side of the corridor. It was the purple-haired idiot dragging his feet along the floor, yawning while rubbing the back of his head. "Eri's asleep so I thought I'd give you some company." Shinsou said, mid-yawn. "Hmph. Like I'd savour your company." You stated, pursing your lips.

Shinsou backed you into the wall. "Speak up, pretty girl." Shinsou smirked while looking into your eyes. Smirking yourself, "In simpler words your pea brain can understand- you're boring." Tilting his head, Shinsou closed the gap between you two. "That's not what you were saying last night." He said, now nipping at your neck. "We should stop Shin, we need to get back to Eri-chan." You two jumped away from each other when a loud yawn interrupted your moment, the both of you looking in the direction of the disturbance. Eri was walking towards you two, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "The movie's almost oveer.." Eri wailed, putting her hands up wanting to be picked up. Big bro Shinsou swooped in, picking her off her feet.

☾

Shinsou put a cranky Eri to sleep as you stood leaning on one of the desks while looking at the now-black sky through the huge windows. You yawned, feeling sluggish yourself. You made a mental note of the things you'd have to do when you got back to the dorms. Rubbing your eyes, you looked at Shinsou who was now walking towards you. He stretched his arm to reach behind you, turning the lights down to dim the room. Your eyes wandered the room, falling on Eri, whose chest rose and fell as she breathed softly. Shinsou moved to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your hips and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. His hands snaked up to your back as you held him close, wordlessly. "Tired?" You chuckled, running your hands through his hair to comfort him. "I think I should change my name to Mr.Eyebags at this point." Shinsou joked, his hands now roaming your body.

You let out a gasp as your body made a 'thud' sound as it came into contact with the desk. Your hands were above your head, held firmly in place by Shinsou's muscular arms. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, whining about how Eri was in the room and how Aizawa Sensei would be back any moment. Shinsou hunched over you, shushing you by placing a slender finger on your pouty lips. Not wanting to look at him, you turned your head in rebellion. "Oh, is that how you're going to play princess?" Shinsou said, pinning you down with one hand. Shinsou tickled your tummy and you resisted your very best from giving in laughing. You burst into a fit of giggles along with him just when you heard someone clearing their throat as the lights in the room flickered on.

Shinsou widened his eyes. "S..Sensei." Shinsou stuttered, trying to explain himself. You sat up, mortified. "Shinsou. Y/N." Aizawa said, pressing his temples. "How long has this been going on?" Aizawa questioned you both shifted your weight from one foot to another awkwardly. "A couple months." You piped up, your gaze falling to the floor. "We weren't gonna keep it a secret forever." Shinsou said, walking over to you. Aizawa shook his head. "I'm not saying I'm against it." Aizawa stated, now looking at you both. The silence in the room was loud, the three of you staring at each other. "....Is Yamada Sensei going to hear about this?" You questioned, wishing you could be buried a few thousand feet under the ground. "You bet." Aizawa shrugged, turning on his heel to walk towards the sofa. "Set a good example for your younger sister." Aizawa said, side-eyeing you both while picking up Eri who was still asleep.

Shinsou and You stood in silence for a while after Aizawa stepped out the room. "Wanna walk back to the dorms together?" Shinsou proposed, resting his hand on the small of your back. You nodded. "Sensei is never going to let go of this." You groaned, imaging the amount of teasing you'd have to endure from your mentor and Aizawa Sensei. "Good thing we're graduating soon, eh?" Shinsou said, poking your stomach with his elbow.

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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PLAY DATE (CHERRY)— aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: ~6.5k

cw: dilf!aizawa, babysitter!reader, sexual tension, slow burn, spanking/impact play, finger-sucking, d/s undertones, daddy kink, praise, manhandling, age gap (21 yr old reader, 41 yr old aizawa), porn with plot, size difference/kink, spit/drool, degradation, rimming, hand holding, full nelson, creampie, breeding kink, light feminization

a/n: yes i was listenin to lana while writin this! howd u know?!

The click of a mouse. The sound of a scroll wheel grinding against plastic— rubbery and restricted. A family of five, four, three..family oriented individuals with more kids on their hands than time. It was late, even for you. Who scoured the internet until the sky’s inky black atmosphere was painted a pacific blue. From there, you’d tend to sleep into the late hours of the evening, beneath the comfort of a heavy weighted blanket, until your phone went off or a nightmare pulled you from your slumber.

Your dry, tired eyes trace the blurry words of your computer screen, the bright white light beaming through the depths of your continuously darkening bedroom. The room is almost radio silent— save for the occasional crunching of chips between your teeth and the fan of your laptop working overtime. The text is almost hard to read, shying away behind a hazy glare.

‘One kid—6 year old girl. One pet— black bombay cat.’

Sounds promising. The letters are arranged in a blunt manner, straight to the point and even somewhat intimidating, but the clear boundaries and requirements listed are fair enough.. Maybe even tilted in your favor. Your cursor wanders, ready to further inspect the profile presumed to belong to the parent who created the listing.

Shouta Aizawa, a middle-aged man with a salt and pepper beard, long hair to match, and a distinctive scar below his eye— which looks milky and clear. The other, however, is a deep pool of brown, warm like melted chocolate. His irises melt into his long lashes, which remain straight and strict, much like the demeanor he emits in the headshot photo. It must be reminiscent of his ID, as his career is listed just below his picture.

Owner of Eraserhead Industries.

Huh.

Chewing the fleshy insides of your cheeks, your eyes dart across the screen, hesitantly inching the cursor over the bright, bolded ‘message’ button. Sparks ignite in your stomach, blooming in the expanse of your tummy as you type out,

‘When can I start?’

You hear yourself squeal, pushing away your mouse with your fingertips and hiding behind the warmth of your palms before your computer chimes in response. The message stares back at you, perforating into you as you read it over and over, trying to imagine how this—practicably— rich man would sound. You settle for a deep voice, giggling to yourself as you read out the message.

‘The sooner the better.’

The man is much scarier in person, and your imitation of his voice was nowhere near accurate.

His voice is much deeper than you thought, gravelly and not nearly as riddled with giggles like you’d tacked on. In fact, it only seems to deepen as he nurses a mug of black coffee, just one large hand completely shielding the cup in its entirety. He’d ordered it, busying himself with the sheets of paper he had placed upon the polished table as you explained just how much whipped cream you’d wanted in your milkshake to the waitress.

He takes up most of the space on his side of the booth in the homely café, his layers discarded and shed along the plush seating. The man with dark eyes, Shouta Aizawa, is a natural born leader. The physical embodiment of sticks and stones, seemingly stronger than Zeus himself, he seems to have no faults.

But that’s not what you should be focusing on, not now, when you’re preoccupied with narrowed, umber eyes. They look at you with nothing but impenetrable suspicion, remarkably intimidating despite belonging to someone who looks incredibly angelic. Tufts of frosty hair, unruly and disheveled and divine. The sun dawns down on Musutafu, framing his locks in a makeshift halo. He looks like a fallen angel, of sorts.

“I don’t trust my kids with other kids,” He says, watching the dark amalgamation of caffeine swirl in his porcelain cup. Does he consider his cat to be his kid, too? “How old are you?”

You perk up, straightening your back as you push your straw in and out of your sickeningly sweet milkshake. Whipped cream clings to the plastic, sticky and bubbly with foam, “Twenty-one, sir.”

Aizawa makes a face at that, steely eyes drooping further with the pinch of his dark eyebrows. They slot perfectly, intricate wrinkles firming between them. Did you… fuck it up? You’d consider yourself an adult— comparable to law, anyway. And you can be mature, especially when it counts, so there shouldn’t really be a problem!

It’s evident he loves his kids, despite the hard exterior that he’s showing off there’s a fatherly glint to his eye. A protective overlay to his words. It’s admirable, if anything. You’d even call it charming, the way his eyes bore into you from the outside-in and pick you apart, if it wasn’t so damn scary being on the receiving end.

“Do you drink?”

“…No?”

“Do you plan to?”

More of an interrogation than anything, you take an awfully long time to reply as you use his suspension as an opportunity to savor your milkshake.

“No.”

You make sure to sound more confident this time.

His questions have been asked before, over text and in a manner not as… blunt as you hear it now. But it’s all down to perception, and you’d managed to wrongfully pin Shouta Aizawa as a care-free, laid back guy. Though, from the looks of it, he seems to live up to the ladder. And, upon closer inspection, it does nothing to tarnish his looks.

“Mm,” Is all he says, humming in acknowledgment as a check is placed his way. “You’re young.”

“Young enough to be your son?” You ask, mouth faster than your brain, and suddenly you can’t stop. Your lips curl upward, a smile gracing your lips as you giggle, “People probably think you’re my sugar daddy or somethin’.”

He doesn’t seem to completely respond to that, letting the comment fly into the air as he shifts. Heat somersaults into your face, heating your body up until you find yourself unable to hold eye contact. Nice going.

You wrap your lips around the plump cherry slowly sinking into your drink, twirling the stem between your teeth. It explodes in your mouth, sharp and sweet along the expanse of your tongue, a nice distraction.

Something alien flickers behind his eyes, “Tech savvy?”

“I— Yeah! I play video games,” You almost forget this is an interview, not a date. The thought makes your brain a little fuzzy, cotton forming in your mouth as you stumble over your answer. “Not— Y'know, never on the clock.”

Shouta looks much more vulnerable with his head turned, his veiny hand reaching into the pocket of his inky pants, pulling out an equally dark credit card. No way. His handwriting is illegible, but the swooning waitress deems it acceptable, thanking him for the tip with a high blush on her cheeks. There isn’t a single ring on his calloused fingers, so it’s almost shocking he doesn’t jump at the opportunity

“Good. Eri likes games.” It’s the most praise you’ve heard all night, and hearing it from the deep rumble of his throat makes it even better. Your gaze must linger, because his dark eyes are staring back into yours, almost looking right through you.

“Eri? Your daughter?”

“I don’t like sharing personal information online.”

You laugh nervously, filling your mouth with the melting drink before he can comment.

“I—Woah, sir… your home is… beautiful.” It’s not just flattery, you genuinely, sincerely mean it. You’ve seen it before, sure, through text and under much more professional scrutiny, but the camera doesn’t do it justice. His house aches with love, wrapped up in kisses and enveloped in a sweet, cinnamon-scented embrace.

There’s a heavy amount of childish memorabilia, like crayon drawings hung up on his stainless steel fridge, miscellaneous toys littering the floor, and a pair of tiny shoes resting next to your own. They look comically small, glittery and pink and utterly, indubitably, reminiscent of a six year old girl. Especially in comparison to the sleek, black sneakers Shouta slips off next to them. Utterly, indubitably, reminiscent of a forty-one year old man.

Aizawa makes his way through the living room while you marvel in astonishment, taking in the sights of his house. Surprisingly, despite his not-so-settle display of wealth, his home is the opposite. It’s the real thing, with lived-in floors and comfy furniture..lively and bright. Sure, his sofa is a muted gray, but the portraits and polaroids and children’s drawings make up for it.

You follow along, nearly tripping over some misplaced barbies and action figures as you quickly remove your shoes and stumble forward. Like a newborn fawn, unfamiliar to its own legs, you walk forward with a bashful smile.

It was almost easy for you to forget that he’s human, and not some strong-willed work-machine designed to finish tasks and take care of children.

But the way his joints pop when he shifts a certain way, the way sweat trickles down his forehead after a long day of working in a stuffy office, proves otherwise. It was then, you realize, that he is all flesh and bones. Not pen ink or an indestructible force.

“Eri’s… picky. Try exposing her to different foods every now and then, there’s a list of recipes she likes on the fridge.”

Shouta’s leaning against the marble of his open-island kitchen, socked feet melting into the cold tile. You half-expected his socks to be just as dark as his clothes, so it’s a pleasant surprise to see cartoonish cat faces littering the fabric.

Right—anyway. You nod, though it’s mainly reserved for yourself, as your eyes rake up the words stuck to his fridge. Freshly printed out, not an inch out of place, you wonder how many times he’s done this. The gears turn in your head, clicking and grinding until your lips part, a breathless expression keyed into your facial features. Wait.

“Does that mean—”

“I’ll text you the extra details. Eri’s bedroom is upstairs, but you should wait for her to show it to you when she’s ready.”

Your apartment is a flimsy excuse of a home, nowhere near as intricate and thoroughly loved as Shouta’s. Walking inside, you realize just that, there isn’t even a hint of glitter or gleam as you walk through the front door. Even though you have yet to meet her, Eri’s already brightened up your life. Your walls scream with loneliness, the sound bouncing off each corner until you’re tucking yourself into bed and curling up beneath the sheets.

And though you barely know him, you can’t help but want to follow the childish urge to open up the website you found Aizawa’s listing on to study his headshot.

Eri, you’ve come to learn, is a very smart kid. Perhaps too smart for her own good, too observant, and way too excited to express said observations. You sit taut on the gray sofa, leaning over a sheet of paper as you carefully color between the lines of the thick, inky, coloringbook outline. But Eri’s got her own leaflet, vigorously coloring something she has yet to allow you to look at.

You haven’t known her long enough for the leaves to brown, to fall off and make room for winter. You haven’t known her long enough to see the leaves return, the chilly air slowly descending into something softer, quieter. Warmer with summer’s welcome. But she grew to accept you rather quickly.

It started soon after your first meeting with Aizawa, and to your dismay, you hadn’t really seen much of him after that. Only small traces and fragments, like the religious filling of Present Meow’s food bowl or notes tacked onto the fridge.

Admittedly, you kinda miss him.

You’ve become quite engrossed in Eri’s choice in television, watching the cartoon with just as much excitement as the six your old. It even makes you laugh, hearty and dinkum.

“How do you feel about niku-dofu for dinner tonight, Er-bear?” She barely moves, her tongue held between the corner of her lips as she furrows her brows in concentration. Whatever she’s coloring is much more important than dinner, apparently.

With outstretched limbs, you stand, reaching for the sky as a yawn is pulled from your chest and your eyes grow heavy. Being dragged along by a six year old all day is exhausting. The hairstyling, the nail-painting, the hero-pretending…the dolls.

(Eri quite enjoyed acting out soap-opera levels of dramatic scenes with dolls. And, of course, you could only be the man in these scenarios.)

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve grown attached in the span of a few weeks.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!” You chirp, setting down your finished page with a sense of pride. Might even have to add a signature to it!

With Eri’s toys scattered along the floor, despite your constant advisory to clean them up, walking through the house has become quite the challenge. An obstacle course of sorts that Aizawa must’ve been a master at getting through.

Aizawa… With dark circles that cast shadows down his mature face. With stubble that’s cleanly shaved, not a single hair out of place.

Aizawa…With his long, dark hair that frames his face with thick bundles.

Aizawa… Who almost constantly looks disgruntled, faintly pink lips pulled into a tight line.

Him and his signature crisp, black button up that barely fights against his large chest and his matching pants that cling to his stupidly strong thighs.

It makes your brain a little fuzzy, the thought of his equally large biceps bulging in his shirt as he crosses his arms and stares down at you through the bridge of his nose. And his eyes— piercing and domineering staring straight into yours, lips curled as he berates you like some sort of misbehaving child.

(Which you’d spent a lot of time arguing with him about through sticky-notes…The fridge is powered evidence, covered in neon paper as you remind him you’re ‘not a kid!’ beneath his ‘not bad, kid’ post-it note.)

“Hey? Are you okay?” Eri’s small voice snaps you out of your haze, wide and virtuous red eyes blinking up at you. Clutching her drawing to her chest, she shifts her weight between each leg. Her small smile is gone, so you do your best to conjure up a frolicsome grin.

“Never felt better! Finally ready to show me what you’re working on?”

“Mhm,” She hums, reminiscent of her father.

Eri’s picture is nothing short of sweet. Advanced for her age, she’s drawn three figures that resemble the three of you— herself, Aizawa, you— sitting happily at the generously furnished dining table. On her lap sits Present Meow, a black ball of crayon-esque fur, who has small, wobbly hearts above his head. You all do, actually, some bigger than others (e.i: you quite literally have heart eyes that take up more than half your crayon face), but big nonetheless.

Is your crush on her father really that obvious?

“Oh, Eri, that’s—”

The front door trembles, the doorknob clicking and jingling as it welcomes silver keys. Before your eyes, Shouta’s welcoming himself in, strong right arm pushing the door open. His shoulders are draped in exhaustion, his gray scarf tangled around his neck as he shuts the door behind him.

Embarrassment wells up in your stomach, overflowing until you’re hiding Eri’s drawing behind your back. He doesn’t typically come home this early. Usually within the late hours of the night, into early morning, he can be seen rummaging through the fridge for a drink until he heads upstairs, straight to bed.

Instead, he’s stalking forward.

Did his steps always shake the house like this, or are you just imagining it? You must be, it must be your heart in your ears, because your face is flooding with warmth as he towers over you and peeks over your shoulder.

“What’s behind your back?” He lifts an inquisitive eyebrow, faintly smelling of cigarette smoke.

“What? Noth—”

“Look!” Eri snatches the drawing from your clammy hands and pushes it into Shouta’s abdomen. He hunches over, just slightly, before taking in the image.

“Jesus, kid,” He clicks his tongue with a tenderhearted sigh, looping his thumb around the waistband of his black slacks. “You’re somethin’ else...”

You’d have thought it was meant for Eri if his gaze didn’t flicker up to meet yours.

Dinner rolled around fast, and you’d found yourself nicking your finger on one of Shouta’s large, sharpened knives. Cutting up a small portion of potatoes shouldn’t have been so trivial, a pained gasp escaped your lips as you pinched the tiny wound. You wince, instinctively sucking on the skin of your mangled finger.

“I told you to be careful,” He took your hand in his, swallowing it whole with his palms, and went as far as to berate you, grumbling, “Watch yourself. Are you okay?”

Breathless as you watched him open a nearby drawer, he pulled out a kiddie bandaid, decorated with polka dots and even more cats. You held still, letting him wrap the bandage around your finger nice and tight. And then, only then, did he place a small kiss on top.

“There you go, all better.” It’s a passing comment, only pried from his lips because he was so used to saying it to Eri, and he didn’t seem to realize just how flustered it made you. So you coughed into your hand, secretly hoping the warmth permeating off his body would return to your skin.

Now, with dinner finished, Eri has no problem shoveling the food into her mouth. Must've been all the running around, gave her an appetite fit for a grown woman. It’s not like you have room to talk, you’ve almost choked on your side of miso soup a whopping three times. Shouta seems to be the only composed person at the table.

“You got a little,” Shouta points to the corner of his mouth, waving his willowy finger in a quick, circular motion. “Right…there.”

“Hm?” He watches your face contort, timid and self conscious. He can’t help but smile, just a small upward quirk to the corner of his lips, that slowly disappears as he leans in to wipe off a few grains of rice from the side of your mouth.

There he goes again, acting all domestic, as he raises the same finger to his own mouth. Your pupils blow wide, heat forming in your stomach as he sucks off the rice with disregard for how this might look to anyone besides a father.

Your eyes flicker to Eri, who’s too busy fighting off sleep with the handle of her silver spoon, her tiny head jerking and bobbing every so often, to notice the display.

“I guess—- guess it’s time for bed!” Your voice cracks embarrassingly loud as you stand, quick to stop in your tracks when Aizawa follows suit.

“I got it.”

Aizawa, you’ve learned, says that quite a lot. Despite his generous hourly pay and your obligation to take care of his child, he insists it’s best if he cleans after her. Too intimidated to argue, you simply nod, falling back onto his couch as he ventures back for forth— upstairs and back.

Each time he returns, he notices the droop in your eyes, the way they slowly fall with each step he takes. It’s late, he should be escorting you home, but he doesn’t want to disturb your well-earned sleep session.

As he sits to finally take a break, letting his joins snap and pop, you fall face-first into his shoulder, smashing your cheek against the firm skin.

Your lips pucker, pouty and almost fish-like. Your boyish face, soft and not yet worn down by the tiresome nature of time in itself, looks undeniably cute. Perfect for kissing and irrevocably inviting. Your eyes are shut, lashes resting against your cheeks. Time stops, minutes passing within hours, as Shouta takes in your essence and stares down at your innocent face. Stealing a kiss would just be… so…easy…

“Fix your face,” He says instead, clearing his throat and directing his gaze to the dimly lit, yellow-tinted lamp resting on the end table placed by his half of the sofa. “Or it’ll get stuck like that.”

“M’sorry.” You whisper, bashful as ever despite the slippery hands of sleep reaching back for you. Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?

It makes Aizawa want to retract his statement, press his thumb into the unobtrusive crease forming between your pretty eyebrows. But it leaves before it has time to arrive— to settle, as your body relaxes once more. He observes for a moment, the dip of the couch as you finally sink your weight into it, the debt collectors contracted with sleep finally having caught up with you.

Preserving himself through all these years, none being particularly good to him, he wonders if you’ve faced any similar endeavors. He’d hate to leave you alone, cold and barren as another side of his bed remains despicably untouched, only the ghost of what could have been keeping him company during this sleep-centric night. Your breaths are slow and steady, lips briefly parting to mumble something he can’t quite grasp. Shouta tries anyway, tucking his stubbly chin against his collarbone as he leans forward.

His face is dangerously close, a mere inch separating the gap between his lips and soft, supple skin. With your head nuzzled against his shoulder—broad and wide—your words dispel into the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Alongside a fine layer of drool, something he's all too used to, that slowly spreads the deeper you fall into undisturbed sleep. A heavy sleeper then, he presumes.

Shouta keeps you close, pressing your body against his as he loops his other arm behind your legs and hoists you up. He’s careful to avoid any furniture, holding you with an iron grip as he steps up the creaky stairs. His hair bounces with each step, curly and dark, flowing down his back and streaked with gray.

“..Zawa…” Nearly dropping you, his mismatched gaze locks onto your face. Blissed out and camouflaged with slumber, you stir in his arms. “Kiss me ‘lready.”

Aizawa clears his throat, neck constricting as it tightens around the air. It’s fine, just a baseless comment, he decides, as he slowly opens his bedroom door, careful of the noise. You don’t seem to move after that, dozing in his arms until he’s setting you down into his bed. He really hopes you don’t mind it— he doesn’t have a guest bedroom, after all.

It’s dark in his room, blackout curtains covering any sliver of radiance from outside streetlights. So he flicks on the lamp on his bedside table, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest as he lifts his arms overhead to remove his shirt. Something cold prods at his back, and before he can shed the clothing, Shouta redirects himself to look back at you.

Half asleep, your foot creeps under the comfortable fabric of his shirt. You must’ve discarded your socks in your sleep, because you’re rubbing your eyes with balled up fists as if you’d just woken up. Doesn’t stop you from speaking, vocal cords strained, “S’this the part where we cuddle?”

Aizawa watches you shimmy out of your pants, obviously groggy and irrational from having just opened your eyes, your warm skin slowly being exposed inch by inch. You must overheat in your sleep.

“No, it’s not,” He groans out, sucking in a sharp intake of air as he takes in the mural being painted in front of him. “Go back to sleep, kid.”

“Don’ wanna,” You mumble, much more awake as your eyes hone in on the skin of his back that he’s partially exposing. “And I’m not a kid.”

“Sound like one.” You hear him grovel under his breath, almost as if you were meant to hear it. Aizawa has quite the ability to be silent when he wants to, he can creep up on you without you ever noticing. So you suck your teeth, sitting up in his bed.

He expects you to respond with something witty, something he has to pretend he doesn’t find funny. But you don’t, instead staying uncharacteristically silent. Had it not been the dip in his mattress, he would have assumed you dissolved into thin air.

God, how you hope he won’t find you childish for this.

“Sir, I,” Shouta stiffens, his hair falling from behind his ear as he turns to fully face you. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you..” He trails off, watching your bottom lip jut out. Plump and shiny, Aizawa resists the urge to sink his teeth into it. How soft would they feel? Would you cry into his mouth if he bit too hard? Anything in his hands becomes fragile, and he wants to know how far you can bend before you break. “Can you kiss me?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond, grabbing your ankle with his rough hands to drag you down into him. Your pretty eyes widen, large and unsuspecting as he crashes his lips against yours, feverish and desperate.

His tongue swipes over your lower lip and eagerly awaits yours, tasting faintly of cigarette smoke and cinnamon. Undeniably Shouta, you can’t help but whimper into his mouth, tangling your fingers into his disheveled hair. His mouth is warm and wet— almost searing hot, and you can’t help but choke on your own breaths. You sink into the kiss, floaty and dumbstruck by his urgency.

Like a starved man, he pushes you down on your back and tangles his big hands in the waistline of your boxers, tugging the elastic apart until it rips with a ‘snap!’. You’re exposed, legs instinctively closing to shield your half naked body.

“Aht-aht. Sit still,” Aizawa hand quickly latches around the base of your dick, sending shocks of electricity up your smaller (in comparison to his) body. You tug on his wrist, eyes burning with unshed tears as he stares down at you, predatory and famished. “When’s the last time you played with this pretty cock? Did you think of me?”

He doesn’t give you time to speak, instead spitting down onto your cock with a thick, shiny glob of spit. You can’t help but moan, watching it slide down and heat up through his fingers. His hand envelops you entirely, big and warm and squelching as he accentuates his words with particularly sharp pumps.

“Oh, sweetheart,” His voice sounds condescending and feignedly sweet, you swear you could cum just from hearing it. “S’been a while, huh? Yeah? S’why you’re leaking all over my hand?”

You feel yourself nod, quick and enthusiastic as you melt into his palm. Your legs turn into jello, numb against his warm sheets, as your toes curl and your back slowly inches off the mattress. Shouta’s eyes are lidded and heavy, drinking you in and burning you from the inside out. You keen, pulsating in his hand until the warmth is suddenly gone, and you’re blinking away frustrated tears.

“No—!”

“Greedy brat,” Shouta’s quick to shut you up, large hands sinking into the plush skin of your thighs as he spreads your legs open impossibly wide. “Fuck, got a greedy hole on you too.”

Your hole clenches in response, eager to have his attention. You can feel a trail of precum and spit soaking the area, warm and wet, not yet reminiscent of his cum. Soon enough, you hope, he’ll be filling you to the brim and then some. Your hands, somehow forgotten, scramble to unbutton his dress shirt.

Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, you gasp in retaliation to his big hand clutching your jaw with indescribable force and pressure. Trying to leave finger-shaped bruises. Your lips part, tongue pushed free from your squished cheeks as you blink up at him, eyes dancing between one milky-white iris and another, only chocolate brown.

“Go on, say it. Tell Daddy you’re a greedy boy with a greedy little hole,” He’s spitting into your mouth, a thin trail of saliva indirectly connecting his tongue to yours. “You can do it, sugar.”

Oh. Oxygen disconnects from your lungs, dumbly blinking up at him with a garbled moan. You can’t speak if you wanted to, not with his hand around your jaw like this, so you settle for swallowing down his spit with a feeble smile. All you can push out is a mangled ‘Daddy!’ but Aizawa seems to take that for an answer, groaning as he hikes your knees up to your chest, sighing when you squeal in response.

His big, warm body is pressed up against yours, much bigger and stronger, and it’s apparent in every movement he makes. He’s able to push you around, flip you over and push you down with barely a finger, and you’re sure his hand can cover the entirety of your face. You moan, wanton and sweet in his ears as he maneuvers your arms to keep your legs up.

“Gonna take real good care of you,” Shouta— Daddy sighs, hunched over and breathing dangerously close to your entrance. Almost like he’s talking to your hole instead of you, and you’d protest if it weren’t for the hot, wet stripe he’d just licked down from your perineum to your hole. Your body feels warm and tingly, legs twitching as his tongue prods and pokes deeper and deeper, slowly slipping inside. “Gonna let Daddy take care of you?”

He’s sure to make it messy, adding generous amounts of drool and spit along your sensitive hole, eating you out like he gets paid to do it. He makes you lay there and take it, holding your legs open like some cheap whore, settling between your thighs with feverish and hungry kisses. Making out with your hole, you watch with heavy eyes and a gaped mouth.

“Yeah, yeah..” You moan subconsciously, a constant stream leaving your pretty, parted lips. He takes the opportunity to fill your mouth with his fingers, long and scarred as his fingertips run along your pink tongue. His fingers taste vaguely of salt, and you can’t help but suck on them, eyes fluttering in content.

You barely catch it, a small kiss being placed on the curve of your jaw until he’s freeing his fingers from your mouth. He resists the urge to shove them down your throat, watch your eyes get glassy and wet as you gag on his fingers like you would his cock.

“Gotta get this cunt nice n’ ready. Watch me eat you out, boy,” His voice has dropped several octaves—if that’s even possible—thick and heavy and reverberating straight into your hole. It’s like he knows you by heart, even if this is your first time together, because he’s slotting his thick, scarred fingers in along with his tongue. “Such a pretty hole. Matches your face.”

Through the haze you’re still able to mumble out a quiet, “Thank you,” timid, small, and broken up between moans.

“Good boy, still remembering your manners,” He sounds just as breathless as you, pressing his fingertips against the special spot inside of you. Your body jolts, a shriek ripping from your throat as he puts pressure on it, bullies it with his fingers, and follows suit with his tongue. Too much. “Shh, I know. Try to stay quiet for me.”

For me. The implication has you whining, high in your throat and pitiful as you nod to no one in particular, wiggling in your boss’s hold. For me. The implication has you whining, high in your throat and pitiful as you nod to no one in particular, wiggling in your boss’s hold.

You want to be good, be the best boy you can be, but you just can’t help it. The complete opposite of what he’s told you to do, high off his fingers as your body clenches and your moans grow louder and louder, fingernails digging into the soft surface of the back of your knees. He just presses and presses and—

Stops. Abrupt and fleeting until his hand is back, but instead in the form of a harsh slap right across the back of your thighs. Your sit spots.

“Wh- mm-mm…! Waitwait..Daddy—!” You’re stunned, stuttering and stumbling over your words as you fail to recollect what just happened. You press your face into your knees, bunched up tight as tears spring in your eyes. “That hu—urts.”

The pout in your voice is evident, and Shouta can’t help but coo. Especially when your cock, lodged right between the thickness of your thighs, jumps and leaks more precum. His own throbs in his pants, leaking into his underwear and leaving him sticky. God, he can’t wait to feel your hole twitch around his dick.

“You’re a big boy. I know you can take it, you said it yourself, didn’t you?” And there it is again, the fog that casts over your brain as you can only think of being good. Good for Shouta. Good for your Daddy.

There’s a sharp smack right on top of your little hole, the entrance winking back in retaliation as you sob into your knees. The pain doesn’t last long, simmers down and is easily replaced by heat when his fingers rub soothing circles around your rim.

“Daddy,” Your voice comes out much sweeter and wet, letting out a small sniffle as you peek out to watch him place open-mouthed kisses against your hole. “Want you.”

“You have me, boy,” His heart melts, and a soft smile creeps up on his handsome face. His tie dangles as he shifts his weight, opening his bedside drawer to pull out a condom and cherry flavored lube. Ironic. “Now let me in, wanna make your pretty fuckhole cream around my cock.”

“Wait,” You rasp, watching him tear open the packaging with his teeth. You’re still breathless and shaky, but you’re trying your best. “Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you inside me.”

Aizawa’s deep groans are music to your ears, and your eyes threaten to roll back into your skull when he frees himself of his shirt and sheds his pants. His dickprint is big and thick, throbbing in the fabric and sticky with fresh precum. You want to taste it. His cock springs free as his briefs drop to the floor, slapping against his abdomen and weeping.

You watch him fuck his fist, pouring the slick lube down his cock and warming it up with his palm.

“Yeah? You want it? Gonna listen to Daddy so he can put his thick cock in that sloppy little hole? C’mere before I shoot into my fist.”

You nod so hard it hurts, squeezing your shaft to stop yourself from cumming to his words alone. Your cock twitches in your hand, hard and wet as Shouta walks forward to meet you at the edge of the bed and scoops you up into his arms like you’re weightless. It must be easy for him, seeing as he’s so much bigger than you in every way.

“Won’t fit—”

“Shh,” Like he knows what you’re going to say before you can utter it, Shouta lifts you into the air with ease, and you can feel his cock pressing against your puckered hole. “We’ll make it fit.”

Your back presses against his chest, upright as he loops his arms around the backs of your knees. You’re spread wide, and with Shouta’s strong grip, all you can do is sit there and take it. You can feel him twitch and throb from the inside-out, his cock gushing pre as you sink down onto his cock. Your eyes roll back, wanton moans and a chant of ‘DaddyDaddyDaddy’ filling the air as snaps his hips, barely letting you adjust.

His dick is stretching you open, thick and long, and pulsing and veiny as you feel it bulge in your tummy, pushing past your rim and filling you up.

“Thought about this for weeks,” Your breath catches in your throat, and suddenly you’re too far gone to answer. “I—yeah, should’ve fucked you in that café.”

From the… Start?

Heat pools on your stomach, his cock punching your insides and kissing each sensitive ridge with every movement he makes. Your moans are unintelligible, barely even coherent, as he fucks into you, lifting you off his cock again, and again, and again. Cock-drunk while his dick rearranges your guts, drool slips from your mouth and down your chest.

You look pathetic and ruined.

“So cute like this, pretty baby. You make the dumbest little faces when you’re fucked stupid on Daddy’s cock, but still so damn cute.”

His cock drags in and out of your plushy walls, precum and lube making a creamy concoction along his shaft with each thrust. Your face is stained with tears and drool, mouth open wide as you pant and whine.

The knot in your stomach tightens, your hole beating around his cock as Aizawa moans, and you feel your body go numb as you shudder and convulse. You’re cumming, and your smaller hands squeeze his big ones as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing off his lap with tiny, “Mm, mm, mm’s.” Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock deeper and deeper until you feel warmth flooding your stomach, your balls tightening by the second.

“Da—addy please, m’cummin’, m’cummin’!”

“There you go, smart little boy,” Shouta groans loud in your ear, twitching in your tummy when you clamp down on his dick. He wants to fuck his cum into you, you deserve it. You deserve his cock, you deserve his load, you deserve to be stuffed full until you’ve milked his dick for all he’s got— all it’s worth. “Just keep bouncin’, so fuckin good at it, gush on my cock. What d’you say, baby? What d’you say to Daddy?”

You wish you could see him, the grit of his teeth as his thrusts turn sloppy and messy. But you know he can see you, staring down at the cum painting your chest as it squirts out your cock in thick, rapid ropes. Mixing with your tears and drool, you know you look like sex on legs, eyes void of everything but the need for cock.

“Thankyouthankyouthank—fu-huck,” His cock is jackhammering so deep you can barely breathe. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Gonna make you just like Daddy, gonna make you one too,” It must send him over the edge, the sounds of your hole squelching as he scrambles your insides, because he’s quick to shoot a creamy, hot load of cum straight inside you. “Wanna be a big boy so bad? Then—fuuuck— take it like one.”

He gives a few last slow, deep thrusts inside so his cum really takes, carefully freeing your legs as you collapse onto him with a breathy moan.

“‘Zawa…”

“C’mere, brat,” You’re quick to whine, weakly pressing your face into the expanse of his large chest, all tears and snot and cum as he cradles your head between his large hand and his even larger chest. You feel protected in his arms, shrinking even smaller into his lap as your eyes slip closed and his cum leaks down your thighs. “You’re a good boy. My good boy.”

Shouta’s hand is ablaze when he brushes it along your forehead, soon after replacing it with a gentle kiss. He means it.

“Let Daddy take care of you.”

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shoutaaizawas · 4 months

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“Don’t look at them, look at me.” With Aizawa? 🫶

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝look at me❞

summary: in pursuit of a villain with the hero you have a crush on, you get hurt. word count: 1.7k+ tags/warnings: january hurt/comfort event, descriptions of head injury/disorientation a/n: first fic of the event! thank you so much for submitting this prompt, I hope you enjoy!

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Being a pro hero was a risky job. That was something you all knew. Sometimes it was easy to forget. You were a very skilled hero and it wasn’t too often you faced danger that made you nervous.

A villain was on the run, you were in pursuit. And it so happened that Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta, one of your colleagues and a man you had crushed on for a while now.

He was quiet, most people saw him as stoic or indifferent but you had seen a side of him that not everyone saw. He was caring, deeply so. You had seen how he was with the students he taught, with the young girl he had adopted. There was a warmth that you saw in him that captivated you. He was a hero who cared about people, not the fame of the job.

You liked working with him, you felt like a schoolgirl, excited to see him whenever you had the chance. You lingered in conversation with him. Tried to catch his attention.

This villain had stolen an important prototype from a hero works lab. A dangerous tool that could not be in the wrong hands. A dangerous tool that unfortunately had two parts to it, a glove for each hand.

Aizawa and you were on the scene first. Now the two of you were pursuing the villain across rooftops.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” You teased as you both jumped a gap between buildings.

“Can we just focus on catching this guy before he gets away?” He said, not in a mean tone but rather his usual serious one.

“If you insist.” You replied your tone staying light. You knew Aizawa was always focused on the mission at hand so you didn’t take it personally.

The villain was fast, but the two of you stayed on his tail. Once you got close enough Aizawa was able to use his capture weapon to snatch one of the gloves out of his hand. The villain could tell he was in danger of getting caught so he used his quirk to descend from the top of the building down to the streets below.

For a moment you hesitated trying to think of the fastest way down but before you came up with an idea Aizawa grabbed you, arm around your waist. “Hold on,” He said as he used his capture weapon to rappel off the side of the building. Your stomach dropped for a moment but you had no time to slow down, you had to catch this guy before he was lost in the crowd.

The street he decided to land on was a busy area with hundreds of people on the street as they made their way about their day.

“This is bad, he could hurt a civilian or we could lose him.” You said.

Aizawa grunted in reply.

“Let’s split up, you stay on him and I’ll try to cut him off.” You offered. Aizawa looked at you thinking it over as you remained in pursuit.

“Good idea.” He said.

You smiled before splitting away, you prayed that your guess was right. This street was starting to get empty but if you turned right onto the next street it was more crowded. If he wanted to keep the crowd as cover that’s where he would be.

Taking a short cut you were able to get in front of him. He was too focused on Aizawa behind him he didn’t realize that you were right in front of him until he was almost running into you.

What you didn’t expect was for him to use the weapon he had stolen. There had been a question of what it was capable of in your head before but now you knew.

For a moment everything went black, when your vision returned you were on the ground, back against the side of a building. Everything was spinning, blurry. Shapes and colors moved around your vision.

“Can you hear me?” A voice broke through the ringing in your ears as a dark blob covered your vision. “I’m right here, don’t move.”

Slowly your vision started to clear, you could see now that it was Aizawa in front of you. His hand was on the side of your head, his other hand on your shoulder. It was grounding, even though your head was still spinning.

What also caught your attention was the giant crowd surrounding you in a circle watching on, some with phones out. Oh no. This was so embarrassing. You were too slow to react and you got embarrassed in front of everyone. And now you were in a disorienting state you had never felt before and everyone was watching. Your eyes flicked around panicked at the crowd.

“Don’t look at them, look at me,” Aizawa said, his hand on your cheek now pulling your gaze to his like you had no other option. Did you want another option when he was in front of you?

“Breath, take deep breaths.” He said and you realized how shallow they had been on the verge of hyperventilating. “Good, that’s good.” His words made your heart flip and you knew it wasn’t from the villain's weapon.

“T-The- villain- the weapon-” It was hard to speak.

“I don’t care.” He said. “Just breathe.”

You focused on breathing while he reassured you that everything would be okay. His hand brushed against the side of your face comfortingly. You reached out grasping onto his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the spinning.

“Can I pick you up?” He asked.

You felt nauseous and disoriented still but you wanted to be away from the crowds. “Please.” You said.

Aizawa was quick to pick you up, but he was still careful. Motion made things worse so you closed your eyes and put your face into his chest.

Before you knew it he was placing you down on a soft surface. Opening your eyes you realized you were in an apartment.

“Do you need water?” He asked. Did he take you to his apartment?

You nodded. “Please.”

Aizawa brought you a glass of water helping you take a few sips. “I brought you to my place since it was close.” He said. “I called a doctor here, they’ll be here in a moment.”

His apartment was nice, it was cool and dark and it was perfect for your condition right now. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Everything is spinning,” You said. “My head is throbbing. But my ears stopped ringing.”

“Does closing your eyes help?” He asked.

“Only when you were carrying me.” You answered.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“Why?” You asked confused.

“I shouldn’t have let this happen.” He said, his voice full of remorse.

“It’s not your fault.” You said surprised by his guilt. It was your fault that you had gotten hurt. You should have been paying attention more, you had been the one to fail. You wanted to say more but there was a knock at the door.

The doctor entered and examined you. After assessing you they explained that the effects of the weapon were mostly internal. You had gotten some pretty bad bruises on your back from being thrown back and your nose had been bleeding a bit from the effects but there was nothing that could be done to stop the effects other than waiting.

After giving you some pain medicine and sleeping medicine the doctor advised that you needed to have someone take care of you until the symptoms subsided which Aizawa offered right away.

“You didn’t have to offer to take care of me.” You said. You liked Aizawa but you never felt like he returned the feeling, you had always assumed your personalities just didn’t work together.

“I’m not going to just let you sit in the hospital till you’re better.” He said. “Let me get you something to eat so you can take the medication. You’re nauseous right?”

“Yeah,” You answered.

Aizawa brought you a protein bar. “I know it’ll be hard to eat but it’s not that much and it will be good to get something in your stomach.”

You tried to give him a small smile as you accepted the food. It was hard to eat but you were able to do it. It was worth it if you could take the pain medication.

Aizawa brought you comfortable clothes so you could change out of your hero suit before he helped you into the bedroom. “He said the best thing you can do is lie still in a dark room.” He said as he helped you into his bed.

“Thank you, you’re too kind.” You said. You knew that Aizawa was a caring man but getting it first hand was different.

“I take care of the people I care about.” He said. Your eyes widened at his words, a part of you wondered if you had just imagined it.

“Care about?” You repeated.

“Yeah.” He said. “I know I haven’t shown it much but I do care about you a lot.”

“Oh,” You said shocked.

“But that’s something we should talk about when your head isn’t spinning.” He said and you let out a small laugh.

“I’ll let you sleep,” He said moving to get up but you grabbed his arm.

“Wait-” You stopped him. “Can you stay?” Maybe it was how defenseless you felt that made you so bold but Aizawa was keeping you grounded and you didn’t want him to leave.

“Okay.” He said sitting down next to you.

“Can you hold me?” You asked, when he had carried you earlier being held by him had felt so nice.

Aizawa moved, getting under the covers with you. Gently he got close to you, trying not to jostle you too much. His strong arms moved around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Is this okay?” His voice was low and close to you.

“Yes,” You said softly.

Even though your head was spinning and you still felt awful being in Aizawa’s arms knowing that he cared about you made everything feel better. And it would be even better when your head stopped spinning.

“Shouta?” You said quietly.

“Yeah?” He asked in a low voice.

“I care about you too. A lot.” You said. Aizawa smiled, his hand rubbing at your back as he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

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xothatnerdykid · 7 months

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what would you do? (baby, if you only knew)

When mysterious pro hero Eraserhead saves you one night, you insist on buying him a cup of coffee to say thank you. Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x fem!reader drabble. Cute and fluffy but very suggestive towards the end (still SFW tho). 2,409 words.

"It's not safe to be out at night all alone, sweetheart," the man with the wolfish smile moves closer to leer at you.

Ignoring him, you wrap your coat tighter around you and walk faster.

As your bad luck would have it, this only riles him up further and he chases after you. "Let me walk you home, pretty little thing. Can't have you getting into trouble now, can we?"

"The only one getting into trouble…" Your voice quivers, but there’s a determination underneath your fear as you turn to face the stranger, “Is you!”

You spray your mace in his eyes but he’s faster than you, and stronger too. He wrestles it out of your hand and grabs your wrist, twisting it behind you.

Before you can even think to scream, the man’s already on the ground.

A figure in dark clothing emerges from the nearby shadows. He had your would-be attacker tied up in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t you know,” he said low and menacingly — too menacingly for a hero, you think — bending down to grab the man’s wrist the way he did yours. “That’s no way to treat a lady?”

He twists it until the man screams out in agony. “Gaaah! Alright, alright, already! Just let me go!”

“Not until you apologize.”

He looks up at you with frantic, pleading eyes, “I’m sorry. Now will you please tell this psycho to let me go?”

He loosens his grip on the man’s arm with a shove. “The police are already on their way to pick you up, so don’t even think about trying anything.”

The perpetrator grunts but bows his head in defeat.

“Are you alright?” The man finally turns to look at you, the harsh edges of his voice softening just a little when he asks you.

You take a good look at him and realize he’s almost intimidatingly taller than you. With a lean frame clad in all black and a grey scarf, his eyes are dark and piercing in spite of their obvious weariness. He has a scar on his face and long, messy dark hair.

But in spite of all these things, there’s a kindness to his expression and in the way he almost reaches out to touch you.

You nod. “Yes. Better, now. Thanks to you.”

He drops his hand and stuffs them into his pocket. Silence hangs in the air for a moment before he clears his throat, “Do you need an escort home?”

You don’t, really. It was only a block away from here and much better lit and safer than this shortcut you recklessly took, but you say yes anyway. “I’d appreciate that.”

Without another word, he falls into step beside you and you walk in silence. It’s not long before you’re at your apartment building door.

You want to say thank you, but — “I don’t even know your name.”

He shrugs. “You don’t need to.”

“I want to thank you properly,” you insist.

He eyes for a moment before hesitantly reaching out his hand. “Shouta.”

Oh.

You weren’t expecting him to give you his real name.

He mistakes your surprise for hesitation and almost pulls his hand back before you realize your mistake, hurriedly shaking it.

“Thank you, Shouta. I owe you for saving me tonight. What can I do to repay you?”

He shakes his head. “That’s not necessary.”

“Please, I insist. Do you drink coffee? Or like cats?”

He scrunches his eyebrows at you. “Cats?”

“Yeah, I work at this cat cafe not too far from here. Stop by anytime this week and I’ll have a free coffee waiting for you,” you offer hesitantly.

“Hmm,” he rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe if I pass by it on my patrol, sure.”

But his noncommittal answer makes you cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t tell me I have to get myself into trouble to see you again?” You half-joke.

He doesn’t laugh.

But there's the faintest glimpse of something akin to amusement in his eyes that you convince yourself you’re probably not imagining, so you take that as a small win.

"Your choice," You shrug and unlock the door to your apartment building. Turning to face him one last time before heading inside, you smirk. "See you around, Shouta."

He clears his throat but says nothing more. You leave him standing in the dimly lit street outside your apartment, but he doesn’t leave your mind for days.

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"So is the coffee here any good?"

You look up to the surprising sight of the man who saved you a few days ago standing in front of the counter. “Shouta!” You exclaim, and a genuine smile lights up your face. “Glad you could make it. This shift was starting to get the better of me.”

He rubs the back of his neck and you notice he has his hair up this time, the scarf gone. You can't help but stare at his hands and the exposed skin of his neck as he looks around the cozy cafe and all the playful felines.

When he doesn’t say anything, you offer, "Do you want to pet a cat? Or just a coffee?" Hopefully not to go, you think to yourself.

“You know I’m too old for you, right?” He asks instead, and you feel your face heat up.

"I don't think so," you shoot back. And despite how flustered you feel, you look him right in the eye.

He does the last thing you expect him to: he leans against the counter and chuckles. "Relax, I was only teasing."

Filled with newfound confidence, you smirk and look up at him from underneath your eyelashes. "I wasn't."

There’s a moment of charged silence where he looks like he might be on the brink of smiling again, the corner of his lip twitching. But he clears his throat instead and his expression turns stony and blank again. "So, about the coffee..."

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You tell him it'll be ready in 5 minutes, and he takes a seat in the back corner, playing with some of the cats and kittens. For someone who seems so stern and serious all the time, he's surprisingly gentle with them. You think it adds another layer of intrigue to him.

As you bring his coffee over, you notice him engrossed in rubbing a little orange tabby cat dozing off on his lap. And you know you're not imagining the smile on his lips this time.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" You can't help but poke fun at him as you set his cup down on the table. "Is this what heroes do in their spare time?"

He snorts. "What free time?"

"Oh?" You sit down across from him even though you know you're not supposed to (for reasons other than getting in trouble with your manager).

You cross your legs and brush your foot lightly against his ankle. And although he doesn't comment on it or react, he doesn't move away either.

“I’m flattered then, that you somehow managed to find the time to drop by.”

He shrugs, then takes a sip of his coffee. "You should've made one for yourself so you could keep me company.”

"I thought you said I was too young for you?"

"No, I said I was too old for you.”

You quirk your eyebrow in return. "And I said not to me."

And though you're just being your usual playful self, you can sense the subtle shift in the atmosphere as the moment lingers.

Shouta is looking at you intensely, and though you know him to be a man of few words, his eyes seem to be holding a conversation all on their own right now.

His little laugh breaks the spell, the sound deep and genuine. "You're relentless, I'll give you that," He shakes his head.

"And you're stubborn." You take the drink he offers you and make sure to keep your eyes fixed on him as you sip it. "What's it gonna take for you to listen?”

He quirks his eyebrow at you, and you don’t miss the way his fingers brush against yours when he takes back his coffee cup. “I’m listening…”

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Shouta comes back to the cafe a couple of times after that, and it’s always the same. You make sure you don’t take your break until he arrives and you happily spend all of it and more chatting with him in his favorite corner near the cat tower.

Each visit is a bright spot in your day, and you allow yourself the small hope that it is for him, too. The conversations flow naturally, a mix of light-hearted banter and personal stories. Shouta opens up about his work, his passion for teaching, and his love for cats. In turn, you share your dreams, your aspirations, and your random nonsensical thoughts with him.

And just like every other time, you have to force yourself to get up, sighing. "Okay, everyone's giving me the look again. My break ended about 15 minutes ago."

He holds his hand up to gesture that it's no big deal and gets up too. "Thank you for the coffee and the company. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“No, no trouble at all. You know, you don’t have to leave just because I have to go back to work.”

“I can’t. Duty calls.” He rubs the chin of the little tabby cat on his arm and she purrs contentedly. “But I’ll come back. This one seems to have taken a liking to me.”

“She wouldn’t be the only one.”

You can’t help but laugh at the way your flirty comment leaves him a little flustered. He looked devastatingly handsome to you, frowning and turning away to hide his blush.

Clearing his throat, he sets the kitten down gently on the floor with the others.

As he turns to leave, you impulsively reach out to grab his wrist.

He looks at you, surprised, and you give him a playful smile. "Hey, one more thing before you go."

Leaning closer, you press your lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

He freezes for a moment, uncharacteristically caught off guard again (you seemed to have a habit of doing that to him). But it’s not long before he relaxes into the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an unexpected tenderness.

When you pull away, you search his face for any indication of his feelings and there’s a spark of something…soft and almost shy in his gaze.

“I’ll be looking forward to that coffee,” he says with his eyes half-lidded and his breath ghosting across your cheek.

"I'll be here," you smile, face flushed and heart racing.

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“You’re not wearing your uniform,” Shouta remarks when he sees you again.

And it’s such an unexpected thing for him to say when you have him pressed up against the wall of the tiny, dimly lit supply closet by the back of the cafe where you were just making out, that you have to laugh.

“I could say the same for you.” You grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again, deeply, searingly. You love how erratic his breathing and his eyes get, the way his swollen lips feel against yours.

“I’m not working today,” He murmurs, breath mingling with yours.

“Neither am I.”

“Oh?” He pulls aways for a moment. “Then why are you here?”

You smirk, “Didn’t wanna miss my favorite customer in case he came in.”

His face immediately softens, and you revel at the warmth of his thumb lightly tracing the outline of your lips. “Is that so?”

“Yes. By the way, have you seen him yet?”

It’s his turn to laugh now.

The sound is so light-hearted and genuine that you can’t help the warmth that floods you at the thought of being the one to bring it out of him.

“No, but I’ll be sure to tell you when I do.” He brushes a lock of hair from your forehead and places a soft, lingering kiss there. “In the meantime, I hope you don’t mind slumming it with me.”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think about it for a moment. “I suppose…I could be persuaded…” You trail your fingers playfully up his shirt and then cup his chin. “But you’ll have to work hard to convince me.”

His hands wander down your back and stop to rest on your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “Do you want me,” He murmurs in a voice so low and husky it makes your toes curl, “to show you just how persuasive I can be?”

You nod eagerly, and he smirks as he hoists you up and turns you around so that you’re the one pinned up against the wall now. He cradles the back of your head and leans down to capture your lips in another electrifying kiss.

You feel so lost in the sensations of his intoxicating taste, his hungry kiss, his hands roaming your body that you hardly notice yourself instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist.

He does, however, and feeling your grip on him suddenly tighten, hearing your small exclamations of pleasure — it’s enough to leave him just a little dazed and heady with desire.

You pull back for a moment to catch your breath, but he's not having it, quickly closing the distance between you again. He needs this. He loves it too much to stop.

You feel yourself smile against his lips and push him away gently. “Shouta,” you laugh breathlessly. “Give a girl a minute.”

He chuckles darkly, his playful demeanor from moments ago subtly turning into something more intense. “You know, y/n,” His grip on your waist tightens as he leans in again, his lips trailing a searing path along your jawline and down your neck. “I pride myself on being a gentleman…”

You don’t — can’t — respond, each touch sending a jolt of desire through you. You can hardly contain the soft gasps that escape your lips.

“So I hope you don’t feel offended by me asking this,” you feel his hot breath against your chest, up your neck. When he looks into your eyes, his gaze is smoldering. His dark and clouded eyes flicker down your lips for a moment before he continues, “But would you like to come back to my apartment with me?”

You’ve never said yes to anything faster in your life.

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dira333 · 4 months

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Caught a kiss - Amajiki x Reader

for @missalienqueen - hope this was the vibe you were looking for - Follower Celebration Request

You are going to lose your job.

It’s as easy as that and just as painful to accept.

You have less than 24 hours to deliver your final draft; all you’ve got so far are the villain's design, the hero’s parents and best friend, and a rough draft of what you want to happen. Oh, and about twelve crappy drafts of the hero, every single one worse than the one before.

The hero with the strength quirk is just a cheap version of All Might and has been overdone for ages. The hero that looks dark and sinister but is actually a sweetheart reminds you too much of former Pro Hero Eraserhead and you don’t want anyone to accuse you of using your former teacher for your work.

One should think that coming up with new ideas comes easier after three successful book deals, but the opposite is the problem.

After more than six months of creative block, you cannot hide it any longer from the publisher or your writing partner, but you will be damned if you give up before your time has fully run out.

You get up with a heavy sigh, hoping against all odds that another cup of coffee will solve your problems.

Just as you push yourself up, an explosion goes off outside, its force strong enough to leave the floor trembling. You stumble, but your balance is off and you knock heavily into your table. Your hip and thigh hurt from the impact but you try to get up, only to be knocked to the other side by the second blast, the explosion even closer this time.

“Here.” Someone cushions your fall with their body. You look up into a pale face, almond-shaped eyes filled with worry as they take you in. Right. It’s the person who always sits ducked into the corner booth, fully engrossed in a book every time you come in to write. So far you’ve never seen more of him than the messy indigo hair that is not hidden behind his book. You can’t help yourself but take him in now that you’re this close. His mouth is a tight line and his ears… your heart lurches at the sight of their pointed tips. It makes him look like an elf.

“A-A-Are you okay?” The man stutters and you nod, blink yourself out of your stupor only to realize that you’re leaning way too heavily into him. All he did was keep you from falling over and you’re repaying the favor by putting all your weight onto him.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s o-okay.” His mouth pulls into an even firmer line and he looks past you. Whatever he sees has his eyes widening and you turn to see for yourself, only to be pulled down.

“Stay here.” He insists, voice suddenly firm. “Hide in the booth.”

Another explosion rings out, the sound deafening this time. When the ringing stops, he’s gone from your side. From your new hiding space, you can see him, walking upright to the door.

He’s a dichotomy, soft indigo cardigan wrapped around his lanky figure as if trying to protect him from the harshness of the world, but his steps are firm and his posture speaks of determination. You can tell that he knows what he’s doing in the way he utters short commands to the other people in the coffee shop.

The next time you see him is half an hour later when the police are taking statements.

He’s standing a bit to the side and someone must have brought him his hero costume, but you’d recognize that indigo hair everywhere, even if it’s partially hidden by a white hood.

“I didn’t see much.” You say, eyes never leaving the guy who, in your eyes, saved the day. “After he… I’m sorry, I don’t know his name, but the Hero in the white tunic… After he stepped out, I briefly saw a group of men with black suits and black face paint. And then, a few minutes later, one of them ran this way.” You point down the street. “But he was wearing something else. Something red on his head, like a wig, maybe?”

The police officer gives you a skeptical look. “Are you sure? You’re the only one who pointed that out.”

“I mean, I could be wrong, I’m not sure if it was a wig or not. Did no one else see someone running?”

“They did, but they all agree it was a civilian.”

“No, it was definitely not a civilian. I saw his face and while it didn’t have any facepaint on, it was clear that he wasn’t frightened. He looked pissed. No civilian would run around looking like that after such explosions and a bank robbery going on at the same time, don’t you think.”

“We’ll look into it.” The officer says, noncommittally and leaves you in favor of talking to someone else.

Your eyes immediately wander back to the hero who saved you and your legs seem to take that as an order to get you over to where he stands.

“Hi.” You start, surprised to see that he blushes instantly, head pulling back into the safety of his hood. “I-I’m sorry.” You start to stutter, “I’m normally not that forward, but I-I just wanted to tell you how amazing I thought you were.”

“T-thank you.” He whispers back and you wait, hoping for something more for him, but if he does say something, it gets swallowed by the booming laughter of a much larger man.

Fatgum, you know him from TV, steps closer. One of his hands lands heavy on the first man’s back.

“Don’t mind Suneater here. He’s a great hero, just a little shy with words. I heard you’re the one who’s convinced she spotted someone fleeing from the scene?”

“Uh, yes.” You try to catch Suneater’s eye but he’s looking at the floor as if he suspects to find the secret to immortal life down there. “But I told the police everything. I’m just good with faces, I guess. I just… I just wanted to say thank you. To Suneater, I mean. Because he saved me, in the coffee shop before.”

“Oh, he did?” Fatgum seems to find that incredibly funny because he laughs again, pulling Suneater into his side to the point that he almost swallows him whole.

“I think he’d gladly do it again. Nothing too much for my guy. Hope we did not keep you from anything important.”

“Oh, just my draft.” You sigh, before realizing that your drawing pad is still in the shop and you have even less time now to save your job. But, there’s an idea forming in your mind just now.

“Would it… would it be okay, to use you? I mean, your hero persona, or your… likeness, for a manga?”

Suneater freezes up, elbows locking tightly against his ribs. He looks like a wooden puppet, unable to move.

“It’s supposed to be a story about a boy overcoming all odds to be a hero and when he meets the evil villain, he realizes that what he’s learned makes him the most capable to deal with him. I’ve struggled to find a story to tell but if I could… draw a hero that’s a bit shy and didn’t like attention all that much, that could resonate with a lot of children, you know? We’d call him differently, of course, and I could change the looks, but I kinda.. well, I really like your costume, it’s very…” You clear your throat awkwardly, too aware of Fatgum’s growing grin and Suneater’s growing stiffness. “Aesthetically pleasing. Yes, hmm.. It’s the aesthetic.”

“That’s a big honor,” Fatgum speaks up on Suneater’s behalf when the latter seems unable to open his mouth. “As his boss, I give you the okay. But you should leave your card or something with us so that we can have a look at the product before it gets published.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You pull a card out of your blazer pocket and hold it out to Suneater who eyes it as if it might come alive and eat him any moment. So you offer it to Fatgum who takes it with a wide smile.

Your drawing pad is still where you left it. You grab a new cup of coffee from the jittery barista and insist on paying for it even though she offers one for free after today’s events.

“I’ll feel better if I pay for it,” you insist, knowing that there will be enough people taking advantage of it as it is.

The drink grows cold next to your pad as you draw, engrossed in the story you’ve got to tell now. It’s only the time crunch you’re in that keeps you from going overboard on your hero’s features. You want to stay on the page, take your time until you get his ears right or the exact shade of his hair. In some drafts, it turns out too messy, in others too neat and you wonder if you could ask him to stand model for you, just to get a hang of the way it falls.

Then it’s the color of his eyes. You thought they’d been a deep purple when you looked up into them hours ago, but it had been but a brief moment and you long to see them again.

It’s way past closing time when the friendly barista is finally annoyed enough to throw you out. You stumble home, eat a sandwich from the vending machine on the way up to your apartment, and get back to drawing.

Your alarm goes off right after you put down your pen.

Your draft is finished and you lay down for a quick nap that is filled with a now familiar face.

If anyone knew he was here again, Tamaki would surely lose his hero license.

There had to be some rule against stalker behaviour but he wasn’t going to go up to HR to ask about it.

The barista nods when he comes in, accustomed to his presence by now.

Thankfully it isn’t the same one as yesterday and this guy doesn’t seem to know he had been involved in yesterday’s shenanigans. This is embarrassing enough without people recognizing him.

He grabs his lavender tea and takes his usual seat, burying himself in the book he brought along today. “Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot - How I came to be” isn’t exactly his top choice of literature but Kirishima had urged him to read it and he might as well.

Nine o’clock comes and goes without any sign of you.

He has to leave around half past ten and he can feel himself grow more and more anxious the later it gets.

Maybe you are breaking your habit of coming here after yesterday’s events.

He certainly can’t blame you for that.

Or you realized that he’d been here every time you went there too and connected the dots.

Surely it has to be that. No one can blame it on sheer coincidence for this long.

He should have just bitten the bullet weeks ago when he noticed you and asked you out then and there or stopped visiting when he felt his interest grow.

Like a man, his inner voice reprimands him, sounding vaguely like Kirishima.

At ten o’clock on the spot the bell over the door chimes. He turns to look on instinct and feels the book drop into his lap without being able to catch it.

You look tired, to the point he wonders if you’ve even slept at all. Even with makeup, it isn’t hard to tell that you’re going to keel over from exhaustion any second, but still, there is a smile on your face that can rival the sun.

Your eyes move through the coffee shop, shoulders relaxing at the tune that is coming from the speakers.

Out of habit he moves to pull his book higher to cover his face but finds his hands empty. Before he can realize why that is, your eyes cut to his.

One, two, three seconds he feels time freeze and his heart stops beating.

Then, just like the sun rises, your smile changes… into something almost shy and private, something he’s never seen on you before.

You duck your head and walk over, making his heart skip from non-beating to beating too fast. His blood soars in his ears and he still can’t find the damn book to hide behind. And now it’s too late for that anyway because you’re standing in front of him, the shy smile curling around your lips in a way that makes his knees feel way too wobbly.

“Can I sit with you?” You ask and he nods before he can stop himself.

Your knees knock against his as you slip into the booth.

He takes in a breath and regrets it immediately when he can smell your perfume again.

“I was hoping I could meet you again.” You say, pulling something from your bag. “I wanted to show you what I draw… I was… so blocked, I couldn’t draw for months but when I saw you, something clicked and I…” You stop your movements, something like a tablet in your hands. You look down in what he recognizes as embarrassment. He’s too familiar with that feeling not to recognize it on sight.

“It’s okay.” He can hear himself say. He’s not sure what he’s even trying to say, but he can feel his lips move and that’s better than what he does most days. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I should say sorry anyway. I’ve been sitting here for weeks trying to talk to you and couldn’t get over myself.”

Wait, he thinks, panic bubbling in his stomach. Did he just… say that?

Your mouth is open, your eyes wide. You certainly look like you heard what he just thought out loud.

“You were trying to talk to me?” You ask. “Why didn’t you-” You seem to realize that he’s starting to sink into himself, that he’s actively trying to merge with the booth and stop speaking.

That’s it, he thinks. He knew it would turn out this way, he should have gotten over himself sooner.

“Here.” Your voice cuts into his miserable thoughts again, pulling him away from trying to sneak out of the booth. “Look at this.”

You turn your pad to him. There he is, or at least, someone looking a lot like him.

It’s a rough sketch of him, mid-fight. He recognizes the tentacles coming from his hands immediately. When his hands meet the monitor, the page turns and there’s the villain, telling his story of origin. There’s no text, but his face makes it clear that it’s a sad story.

But there he is again, Suneater saving the day, hugging the villain in the end to prove that even the bad guys can be friends if you treat them nicely.

“If you want,” you say, your voice low as if you’re letting him in on a secret. “I’d like to get to know you better. Not just for this project, but… like… on a date?”

You wave your hand in front of his face. “A-Are you okay? You’re not blinking?”

“Sorry,” he chokes out, digs his fingernails into his arm to pinch himself. Yeah, he’s not dreaming. “I’m…”

“I meant it.” You assure him, put your hand where he just drew blood. “If you want. No pressure though.”

He’s still looking for words when you pull back your pad, clearly trying to give him some space.

“I… have to leave in a few minutes.” He points out, glares at the tabletop to keep his nerves. “But do you want a coffee?”

--- one weeks later ---

You’re already there when he steps into the coffee shop. You’re at work, which he can tell by the fact that you don’t even look up when he slips into the booth and puts a fresh cup of coffee next to your pad.

“Hey.” He gently pats your thigh. A few days ago that wouldn’t have been possible, but you pointed out that it’s the safest way to get your attention without messing up your work and he’s actively trying to get over himself, so there…

“Oh, hey!” You smile up at him, lean back to stretch your back out and move to press a kiss to his cheek.

His face bursts into flames. Not literally, but figuratively and you giggle against he hot skin before pressing another kiss on his other cheek.

“Missed you.” You say nonchalantly as if that doesn’t make his heart lose a few beats.

It takes him half an hour of passive cuddling to get his heart to calm down and his brain to unmelt before he remembers what he’s supposed to tell you.

“They caught the last member of the group.” He points out when you move to take a sip of your now cold coffee.

“What?”

“The guy you saw, the one wearing a red wig? They caught him. Detective Tsukauchi said your hunch was too good to ignore and they caught him. Turns out he was the head of the gang after all. So you’re the real hero of that day.”

“What? No. It was you. Or Detective Tsukume.”

“Tsukauchi.”

“Exactly. I just pointed out something obvious. Like that.” You press your thumb against the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got something caught there.”

“What is it?” He asks, already anxious as you lean in.

“A kiss.”

His mind goes blank way before your lips meet.

But, he supposes he doesn’t need his brain for a few more minutes anyway.

#my writing #follower celebration #Tamaki Amajiki #Tamaki x reader #Amajiki x reader #Suneater x reader #Suneater #Tamaki fluff #Amajiki fluff #Suneater fluff #mha fluff #mha x reader

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nasty-quillz · 1 year

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Sleazy Villain Mic and Traitor Aizawa

#black fanfic writer #eraserhead x black reader

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specialagentlokitty · 25 days

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Aizawa x reader - let the world burn

A/N: another idea given to my by @nyxiethesimp 💜

Standing just behind Aizawa, you kept your back to his, watching the villain in front of you while he watched the one in front of him.

“How adorable! Trying to protect each other!” The villain laughed.

You sneered a little, throwing a black flaming ball straight to the villain who simply dodged out of the way.

“We can do this all day.” Aizawa growled.

The other villain laughed slightly.

Vigilante and hero working together, who would’ve thought the day would come!” He snickered.

You narrowed your eyes a little bit, and you felt Aizawa tense up a little bit behind you at the mention of vigilante.

The villains both hummed a little bit.

“Didn’t the great Blazer, and the underground hero Eraserhead used to get along so well? I wonder what happened…” one of them smirked.

You felt Aizawa tense up again, and you kept glaring, flames crawling up your arms.

You kept your back to his tightly, eyes boring into the villain.

“Let me ask you this.” One villain said.

The other smirked.

“If you had to pick between saving the other, or saving the world, what would you pick? Remember there’s only one right answer.” The other villain smirked.

“A hero will save the world.” Aizawa spat.

You stood up a little taller, flames engulfing your body and his, he looked at the black flames warming his hands, it didn’t burn like he thought.

“I’d let the world burn…” you said lowly.

Your flames erupted around you even more as you took a step forward.

“I’d let the world burn for you.” You said coldly.

You lunged at the villain in front of you, grabbing him by his face, you spun around, throwing him straight into the other one, and you walked in front of Aizawa.

Your flames and taken over your body, he couldn’t see anything but your back, and your flames still surrounded him.

“I’d watch it all burn for him.” You growled.

The villains both smirked madly as they stood up, getting ready to fight.

Aizawa had to put a stop to this, before you did something you would regret.

He couldn’t erase your quirk, because that’s when the villains would attack you, and he realised they had him where they wanted him.

You lunged forward to attack the villains, jumping behind them and you placed your hands on the backs, tilting your head back a little.

“I’ll watch the ashes of this world fall if he asked me to… I’d set it on fire…”

The villains laughed even more, and behind you could kill them, you were thrown back by another hero.

You rolled a couple of times and stood up on your feet, Aizawa had erased your quirk and you looked at him.

He stepped forward.

“That’s enough.” He warned.

You pulled out two daggers from your belt and held them as you looked at him.

“I really would let the world burn for you.”

Aizawa sighed, putting his hands in his pockets, looking at you.

“I know… and that’s what scares me…”

He walked over, placing his hands over yours, pushing the daggers down.

You looked at him.

“Stop this…”

“Why?”

“Because this isn’t who you are (Y/N).”

You lower your hands a little bit more, and he stepped closer, his head next to yours as he whispered in your ear.

“I’ll keep the world safe, so you don’t have to let it burn for me…”

You smiled a little bit, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Two years it had been since you had last properly seen him, two years since you two had broken up, and you turned your back on the hero society.

Aizawa placed a hand on your back, gripping the back of your jacket.

“I’m sorry…”

With that, he swiftly knocked you out, catching you in his arms, lowering you to the floor.

He didn’t want to hurt you, but he couldn’t let you go back to being a vigilante, he couldn’t go back to trying to chase after you and trying to be one step behind.

Because what scared him was that one day you would actually burn down the world just for him even though he never asked you to

#my hero academia x you #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha imagine #Aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #Aizawa imagine

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manias-wordcount · 8 months

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Hopefully your requests r open, if so can you make a mha proheros (specifically midnight, aizawa, and all might - if you write for them) x reader whos goth and wears trad goth makeup alot? Thanks!

S/o who is Goth HCs (Midnight, Easerhead, All Might)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

You know she’ll be coming home with shit for you to try, right?

She’s literally your biggest hype girl when it comes to your style

So you know your girlfriend is gonna get you hooked up with her connections

And as a big-name pro-hero?

Expect a lot of shopping sprees from foreign, world-renowned brands (with custom-made ideas whenever you want)

She’ll literally take makeup and clothes brand deals that she knows you like or if they have products you want to try

She probably knew just a little bit about gothic style before meeting you

But after meeting you she knows all the lingo and the terms and probably has her own favorite subcategory

(My money is on romantics tbh)

But all-in-all, she probably likes this about you so much because you’re bold and you're owning up to what you like and you just don't give a shit about looking like anyone else <3

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

It’s a little funny looking between the two of you

When the two of you go out, he’s never recognized

But he looks like a complete slob who never shaves or combs his hair so he gets a lot of looks anyways

But you?

Your makeup is done and it’s perfect and your outfit is complicated but amazing which earns you a lot of looks too

But for different reasons of course (cough cough people don't see traditional goth makeup that often in some societies and they think you're really hot cough cough)

And all in all? If it weren’t for the fact that the two of you were both wearing black, nobody would be able to tell that you’re together

Despite the fact that he’s almost never put together, he thinks the amount of effort that you put into your appearance because you like the style really admirable

He always makes sure to compliment a new makeup look on you

And it’s always genuine because he has no idea how you’re able to do all that with just a few brushes and shit WHAHAHA

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

You and your skin and (barely) bones boyfriend are eye-catching, that’s for sure

Seriously, you’re the very picture of emo/goth girlfriend and golden retriever boyfriend sometimes

Now he definitely didn’t know shit about goth subculture before meeting you

Except for the fact that it’s just a lot of black

But he’s very supportive at least!

You’re definitely very different from anyone else he’d proabbly go after

But people don't choose who they fall for WHAHAH

So be patient with him as he tries to understand your style and all the makeup

But just know that he’ll never stop being amazed when he looks at you

Because you seriously got a giant ass golden retriever when you started dating him- man will get excited about everything regarding you <3 WHAHAHHA

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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Here, Kitty Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I done had this idea for YEARS & finally decided to write it. Idk how long this will be BUT I hope y’all live for some coworkers to friends to lovers type shit. Enjoy! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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ONE.

Briiii-iiing!

After what feels like an eternity, the bell signaling your third period and your lunch break has finally rung its joyous sound throughout the halls. You don’t even mind the way it sounds shrill to your overly-sensitive ears. But that’s the way of a cat: everything is sensitive to you. Even as a cat hybrid.

You turn to the student who has become a regular in your office, smiling kindly at him. “That’s for you, too,” you say with a wink. “I don’t think you’d wanna eat lunch with the school counselor, Katsuki.”

Katsuki Bakugou, with his intense stare and a permanent scowl that reminds you of a bulldog, grumbles as he stands and slugs his backpack over his shoulder. He turns to head out of your office without another word.

“Hey,” you say, stopping him. He looks over his shoulder expectantly. “Remember what I said: if someone says something to piss you off, just breathe. Think about what you’d be giving up if you resort to violence. You’re a very intelligent and good kid, Katsuki.”

Bakugou doesn’t reply, but you see something shift on his face. He looks taken aback at your words. But just as quickly as it came, it’s gone and he’s back to his usual cool stare. With a suck of his teeth, he’s leaving your office, slamming the door as he does.

You sit back in your seat and turn towards the window, exhaling slowly. Your view from your office showcases the gorgeous cherry blossoms that are about to bloom–they’re just pink buds right now. You sigh dreamily, so glad spring is here. Finally, you’ll be able to crack open your window to breathe in the sweet scents of blooming flowers and sun.

You remind yourself once again to thank Nezu for such a wonderful spot for your office. Not only do you have the best seat in the house for the view, but you also have your own couch for naps in between breaks and a mini fridge under your desk where you store your lunch and snacks for the kids who come in here to chat about their problems or incidents with other kids (mostly Bakugou).

“As the UA school counselor, it’s important that you’re just as comfortable as our students here!” Nezu brightly proclaimed after giving you the tour of UA on your first day at work. That was at the beginning of September. Now that it’s March, you’ve been here for six months now. You couldn’t have asked for a better job! You get paid what you weigh with your degrees, you live in an apartment on campus you don’t have to constantly dish out money for public transportation, and everyone you work alongside is so, so nice…

Well, almost everyone.

Not wanting to waste any more time before another kid comes crying into your office about their issues, you take your lunch out of your mini fridge and hurry to head off to the UA teacher breakroom, locking the office door as you do.

When you enter the cozy-looking breakroom with its mini sofas, expensive coffee machine, and sterling steel microwave, you find Nemuri and Mic already sitting at a table. Nemuri glances at the door and grins at you. “Ah, there she is!” she coos. “My favorite cat girl!” Her eyes trail over your form, humming suggestively. “And looking quite fine.”

“Absolutely,” Mic agrees as he pops some rice into his mouth. “Pink is definitely your color, Y/N.”

You flush at the sweet compliments, glad you went for a pink blouse and a nice skirt today. “Why, thank you,” you giggle as you sit next to Nemuri–your usual spot. Your trail curls around your legs, relaxed and content. “So, what’s on for the conversation today?”

“Tonight,” Nemuri replies, wiggling her brows mischievously at you. “We’re still on for tonight, right?” She grips your arm dramatically. “Please tell me we are! I’ve been needing to get my ass in my clubbing dress for months!”

“Yes, drama queen,” you laugh as you unzip your lunch bag. A bento box, a yogurt cup, and a bottle of Kombucha tea sit inside. “We’re still on. I’ve been needing to shake my ass for the one time, too.”

“And get yourself someone to take back home tonight you watch you shake your ass,” Nemuri adds. You roll your eyes while Mic laughs. “Aw, come ooon, Y/N!” she whines. “You’ll never know the thrill of bringing someone back for a hot night at your place until you try it.”

Nemuri has been trying to get you to try casual sex for the longest time after her plans for being a matchmaker fell through. When you told her you didn’t have a boyfriend during a night out after becoming fast friends, she just about fell out of her chair. “No,” she gasped into her cocktail. “A woman as gorgeous as you? There’s no way! This is a tragedy!”

And because of this “tragedy”, she took it upon herself to try and match you up with other pros she knew. So far, it’s been All Might, who was very nice but you found you liked as a friend, and Snipe, who was fine as hell behind his mask and amazing in bed, you felt like you were leading him on because of your feelings for another person. Snipe told you he understood but if things never worked out with “the other guy”, he was always there.

What Nemuri didn’t realize is that dating never seemed to work for you. It always ended in casual sex due to you being a cat girl. Most men you’d dated or slept with always seemed to want you for the cat girl they thought you to be…which was usually out of a hentai. So you steered clear from dating, feeling more than happy being single if it meant not putting up with the BS. Cat girls had a bad rep because of the shit Hollywood thought of for pornos, which meant you had to work ten times harder to get what you wanted. Including being taken seriously in a relationship.

“First of all, that’s against the rules, ‘Muri,” you sigh despite your friend’s pouting. “Nezu is against bringing any outsiders onto campus, especially in our dorms.” Nemuri and Mic glance at each other, knowing damn well they’ve broken that rule many, many times. “And two, you know I’m too busy with work to date.”

“It’s not dating though,” she protests. “It’s sex! Tell her, Mic.” The blonde pro looks between the two of you, bunching on a rice ball.

“I’m not in this,” he mumbles, making you laugh. “And the last time I bought someone to my apartment, I shattered some windows in the entire complex because I was so loud.” Your eyes widen at his confession and he flushes. “He was good, okay?”

Hysterical giggles rise to the surface in your chest, Nemuri laughing with you. “That’s hilarious,” you sigh, wiping at a tear, “and exactly why your idea is a bad one.” You poke Nemuri’s side with a fork. “Besides, you know I don’t want just anyone in my bed.”

As soon as the words are out, you realize your mistake. Your friends stare at you expectantly, leaning in as if desperate to know your deep, dark secrets. “Then who do you want, Y/N?” Nemuri purrs, raising a brow at you. Mic nods. “Yes, do tell!”

You flush, popping a piece of chicken kara-age from your bento box into your mouth to keep your mouth occupied. They both knew who you were referring to; they just wanted you to say it aloud. The truth was, you could never date just anyone because you already had feelings for another. It was stupid, really. A pathetic, schoolgirl crush because you knew he could never return them.

As if on cue, the man of the hour and your dreams walks into the room, as quiet as a church mouse. He’s so quiet that you jump, your tail fuzzing up, when you see him round the corner wearing his signature jumpsuit and scarves, hands in his pockets. He truly is an attractive man despite his tired eyes–about six foot something, a nice build, black locks of shoulder-length hair that frame his handsome face, and a five o’clock shadow.

When he glances at you as he walks in, it’s so hard to breathe suddenly. No matter how many times he looks at you, it always has the same effect on you. His stares are intense and bothersome; haunting almost. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that your skirt rises just above your knees, giving a tiny slip of thigh behind your nylon stockings.

“Aizawa!” Mic exclaims, grinning at his friend as he slinks into the room. “To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face?”

Aizawa doesn’t spare his friend as much as a glance as he looms over the coffee machine. He grabs one of the Plus Ultra mugs above the sink and takes a pod of the dark roast. “Lunch break,” he blandly replies. “Needed coffee.”

You can’t help but watch his hands as he works to whip himself up a cup. His hands are just so big! And his fingers are so long. You wonder if he plays piano by any chance.

And if one day, he could play you by any chance. Would his hands be calloused and rough from years of hero work? Would they be gentle and careful with you? Would he know how to touch you? Would he be willing to know how, practically begging you to show him how to make you feel good?

You can picture him now, his eyes drilling a hole into you as he kneels between your thighs, his fingers plunged deep into your sobbing wet–

“Oh, Shouta!” Nemuri calls, scaring you half to death out of your nasty thoughts. She’s smirking at you while Mic silently laughs beside her. “Will you be attending our nighttime activity after school ends? We’re going to Hot Spot. You know, that one club all the pros go to?”

You flush, knowing what she’s doing. She knows damn well Aizawa isn’t going. He never goes anywhere except he’s forced to. “Of course, you are,” he mutters, tapping one finger on the counter as he waits for his coffee to finish brewing. “And no, I’m not. Don’t know why this is even a question.”

“Oh, sorry,” Nemuri sarcastically replies. “I forgot you’re anti-social and you hate anything related to socializing or people.”

Aizawa gives her an irritated glance. “Not the reason,” he growls. “It’s because I have better things to do than be in a room with a bunch of drunk people I don’t know. Like grading papers.” Once his coffee is done, he takes the mug along with one packet of sugar. No cream or anything else.

He walks to the door but glances back at his friends before he makes his grand exit. “And I’m not anti-social.”

“Sure, you’re not!” Mic yells to him once he’s gone. He then turns to you and Nemuri with a smirk. “He totally is.” You smile along with Nemuri’s laugh, but you can’t help the way your body feels from Aizawa’s presence: hot and very, very bothered.

***************

You could burn a hole into someone as you watch Nemuri giggle and charm the man trying to sweet-talk her next to you at your booth.

The man is so obviously eyeing your friend’s cleavage that she flaunts in her dress with the sweetheart neckline. This is the fourth man that’s talked to her tonight since she, you, and Mic arrived at Hot Spot an hour before.

‘Horny bastards,’ you think to yourself, though you can’t help but be jealous.

Why can’t you be more like Nemuri and just be free with your inhibitions like her? She flaunts, flirts, and fucks without care. But then again, everyone wants to fuck Ms. Midnight. Nobody even knows who you are. And you’d like to keep it that way. Plus, being a cat girl gains you unwanted attention anyway. It’s bad enough you get the occasional weirdo asking you about your tail and if you poop in a litterbox.

Mic, in his Hawaiian shirt, wraps an arm around you. “What are you doing later?” he asks you playfully. You giggle, poking at his chest. “Not you,” you reply wittingly.

“Oh, that’s right!” he recalls, giving you a smirk. His eyes look slightly hooded from the several shots he, you, and Nemuri did. “Because you’d like to be doing my friend right now. And don’t deny it either!”

You say nothing. Instead, you stare down at your hands clamped firmly in the lap of your skinny jeans. You went for a nice sequin top and heels tonight to pair with the jeans that made your ass and thighs look fantastic. You swear, Mic and Nemuri told you that at least five times tonight.

Nemuri finally turns around to face you, placing a folded napkin in her bra. “Got a number,” she sings. “Might just give it to you.” She goes to take the napkin out and give it to you, but you push her hand away. “No,” you protest. “I already told you, Nemuri; not interested in fuckin’ someone I barely know.”

Nemuri puckers her lips at you, giving you a scowl. “Leave her be, ‘Muri,” Mic chuckles, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “You know her heart is set on another.” He and Nemuri begin to pucker their lips at you, moving to kiss your cheeks.

“Cut it out!” you laugh, slapping them away. “I don’t want your drunk ass kisses either!”

“I don’t know why you don’t just talk to the guy, babe,” Mic chuckles, already on his fifth shot of the night. “He’s really not that bad! He’s just extremely shy and doesn’t have that much experience with talkin’ to women. If he happens to meet one, it’s usually just a hookup.”

You wither at his words, silently drinking your cocktail. You don’t want to be just a hookup to Aizawa if you ever managed to get that far with him. But those changes are slim to none since he barely speaks to you. The most you ever get out of him is a “good morning” or a “see you tomorrow”.

You’ve been working at UA for six months now and you barely know anything about him except for the fact that he’s pro-hero Eraserhead, he’s fine as fuck, and all his students love him like a dad, even calling him “Dadzawa” which you think is utterly adorable. You’d love to know what’s underneath that stoic expression and intense eyes, but Aizawa purposely keeps to himself and barely speaks to anyone.

Despite this knowledge, your body still quivers at the memory of those damn eyes setting dead on you. Then you just feel stupid. You know that you and Aizawa could never date. It’s just not in the cards for you right now, with your job as a counselor and your “nightly activity”.

So when is this stupid crush going to end?

“Oh, wow,” Mic suddenly says. He’s on his phone, scrolling through Apple News. “Look at this!” he excitedly says, practically shoving his phone in your face. “Can you believe this shit? Street crime has been down more than 50% in the past few months. More than it's been in the last five years!"

Nemuri glances at you, a knowing smirk on her face. You flush with pride and do your best to bite back a smile as you match Mic’s astonishment. “Wow, them underground pros must be workin’ hard, plus the night patrols.”

As if not wanting you to be blue over this weird ass man the entire night, one of your favorite songs comes on too. You take Nemuri and Mic’s hands in yours. “C’mon’ let’s go dance.” Nemuri squeals and practically drags you to the dance floor, Mic following close behind you. The music is good tonight, the DJ playing mostly hip hop, transitioning between 90s tunes and modern stuff.

The alcohol you consumed gives you the confidence to dance the night away, your hips swaying and ass bouncing in time with the different beats. You’re well aware you’re catching eyes from many different people out on the floor, pros or not, and it fills you with the sense of confidence and sexiness Nemuri must feel every time she walks out of the house. As you dance under the strobe lights, sweating out your makeup and braids, you feel like you could take someone home if you wanted to. Who needed Aizawa? He had no idea what he was missing.

That intoxicating feeling doesn’t let up for a moment, even as the night comes to an end hours later. It is about 11 PM when you, Nemuri, and Mic finally depart outside the club. “Thanks for inviting me,” you say, hugging Nemuri. “You sure he’s gonna be okay?”

You nod at a very drunk and sleepy Mic who has his arm slung over Nemuri’s shoulders, his head lulling. “He’ll be fine,” she giggles, wrapping an arm around his waist. “He thinks he’s a steel bull when it comes to shots, this one.” She laughs at Mic’s light mumbling as he sings the lyrics of a Beyoncé song. “Where are you about to go now?” She asks, shifting her weight in her heels to accommodate Mic’s.

“Where do you think?” You playfully ask, giving her a wink before you begin to strut away from her at the club down the street. “Just be careful!” You hear Nemuri call after you.

You turn to her, seeing her concerned gaze, and you give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t I always?” You laugh, blowing her a kiss before turning around and strutting away back to UA just as Nemuri and Mic get into the Lyft she called beforehand. But you know you can be faster.

You don’t stop moving until you’re finally behind a nearby building to a jewelry shop. You turn to look in the glass window at the woman staring back at you standing in her leather jacket, skinny jeans, and sequin top. With a slow exhale leaving your nostrils, the reflection of the woman vanishes, now replaced with a teeny, tiny, black cat.

To anyone who was to walk through this alley, all they would see is a stray walking the streets. But only you know the truth.

Though the streets are empty and quiet at this time of night, you can’t be too careful, so you decide to take the rooftops, jumping from one building without a care in the world to the next with your heightened agility and senses. All sounds of Musutafu at night–the chirping of birds; the drilling machinery of constructing workers in the streets; the honking of traffic; the occasional bark of dogs–drift to your ears, making them twitch. Everything in your sight is ten times as close, even the farthest tree where you can clearly see a couple going at it in the park.

It only takes you ten minutes you get back to UA, faster than Nemuri and Mic. You hurry across campus to the faculty dorms and jump onto the trunk of a nearby cherry blossom tree. Your claws immediately shoot out and stick into the bark, allowing you to climb up the tree with no problem.

You then creep along the long branch that stretches right to the window of your dorm that you keep cracked specifically for you–just enough for you to slide through. When you’re finally inside the clean, dark apartment, you quickly shift back into your human form (clothes still intact) and proceed to hurry to your closet.

You open it, your eyes falling on the black box pushed to the back behind your shoes. Trembling with excitement, you pull the box out and look inside where your hero’s outfit, complete with fingerless gloves, knee-high boots, and a mask, sits inside. “Hey, baby,” you coo, taking out the mask. It’s simple and black with two cat ears popping out of the top to protect your ears. You slip the mask over your head before putting on the rest of your gear.

The black leather bodysuit stretches across your skin and accentuates the curve of your ass, the fullness of your breasts, and the best parts of your body. Decorated along your front, back, and thighs are silver, glitter-coated slashes to appear like claw tears. You thought that was a cute touch. The back isn’t tight enough on your backside to hurt your tail, but you don’t like it out when you’re fighting. It’s too risky since you know your opponents could pull on it.

The mask covers the top half of your face, making you feel like a stranger as you stand in your mirror, admiring yourself. The knee-high boots are high enough to make you feel sexy, but low enough for you to kick ass or run if need be. But half the time, you’ve got the running thing covered with your cat form.

With a smile on your glossy lips, you admire the sexy woman standing in the mirror in front of you. The Night Claw. Musutafu’s newest and cutest nighttime vigilante. And your alter ego–one that you’ve secretly had for months now after starting UA.

“Time for some trouble,” you purr. With another inhale, you transform back into your cat form. You stretch, arching your back and yawning, before jumping up on the window and then leaping from the ledge.

You praise yourself when you hit the ground on all fours. Then, with a happy meow and a blink of your yellow eyes, you race out into the night, yowling happily as you do, for another night of excitement.

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fr4nk-1e · 1 year

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Aizawa Shouta x Abused!Student!Reader

"save yourself"

warnings: self-harm, mentions of being abused, mentions of parent death, platonic teacher x student, gender neutral reader, if i forgot something please let me know!!

genre: angst, fluff

words: 3,2k

A/N: hii!! this isn't my first fic ever but it's my first fic in english. it's not my native language, so sorry for any errors. i hope you'll like it :33

oh also it's happening after all might's fight with all for one, so around season 3 :))

jahshwhdhehd i'm so nervous while posting this

It was a tiring day for Aizawa. Talking with his studends' parents was more exhausting than he thought it will be, but getting their opinions and them agreeing to move students to the dormitories was necessary and very important to him and U.A. The safety of the students is a top priority, so he tried his best to make this project successful.

The sun was setting when he and Toshinori arrived at Y/N's house. Honestly - it was huge. Not only the building but the whole property. A quiet sigh escaped Toshinori's lips when he looked at big beautiful garden with two marble fountains and massive, three-floored, modern house.

"They must be rich, right?" he said in slight nervous tone, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're suprised?" the tone of Aizawa's tone was tired and hoarse. This man was really exhausted that day. He cleared his throat and continued. "The L/N is a family of politicians with a long tradition. Everyone in their family has been involved in politics in some way since the 19th century. That's pretty serious. They have a lot of influence. Don't you remember how big a scandal it was when journalists found out about Y/N's passing tests for the U.A?"

Toshinori didn't answer. The only sound he made was a nervous gulp before the car stopped and they got out of it. They made their way through long path and walked up to the door.

"Oh." Aizawa raised his hand to ring the doorbell but stopped suddenly. "They are living only with their father. Don't bring this up during the conversation, please." he said then pressed the button and the sound of an elegant doorbell rang out. Before All Might could answer, the door were opened by a tall man dressed in dark pants and white shirt.

"You must be Y/N's teachers." the tone of his voice was a little bit rough. His eyes were wondering from Toshinori to Aizawa like he was judging them. For some reason he seemed pretty annoyed like his work got interrupted or something, but it brought Eraserhead's attention.

"Good evening Mr. L/N. May we come in and talk? This won't take long." Aizawa was the one who was doing all the talking and greeted Y/N's father properly. The man was still looking at them suspiciously but with a wave of his hand invited them in.

"Come inside." he said and they stepped in. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked not out of politeness, but because he didn't want to come off as an asshole.

"No need to bother. Like I said, this won't take long." Aizawa said as they sat on the couch in the living room. All Might looked around nervously feeling a little bit overwhelmed by the luxury of the house, meanwhile Aizawa's eyes kept following all the man's movements. "There's something weird about him" he thought.

Eraserhead wanted to start speaking about the main topic, but was interupted by Toshinori. "Where's young L/N?" he asked.

The look in the man's eyes changed when his child's name was mentioned. He wasn't afraid of that question, but he really wished it to not be asked. "They are in their room."

"Can you go get them?"

"I don't think that's possible."

"Why?" Aizawa asked and gives him concerned look. "It's quite important."

The man gripped his jaw but didn't show his irritation when he spoke in a soft tone. "They are tired after school and they are taking a nap." each word said slowly.

"Umm..." suddenly they heard a quiet voice. They turned their heads to see Y/N standing in the threshold, wearing a black oversized hoodie and comfy sweatpants. They really looked like they just woke up from a nap, but it made Aizawa even more suspicious. "What's going on...?" they asked confusedly.

"L/N, please join us." All Might said and Y/N slowly walked towards the couch where their father was sitting and sat next to him without even looking at him. They just stared at their fingers and played with them.

"They seem nervous" the thought crossed Aizawa's mind and he brings his eyes back to Y/N father. He looked displeased and kinda angry that his kid appeared. He didn't want the anger to take control over him, but his eyes were saying enough - he's pissed. So pissed. But why? The hero thought he know the answer, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

For the whole conversation he was keeping an eye on Y/N. They were looking down almost all the time, playing with their fingers and fidgeting in their seat. "They aren't nervous" he thought, "They are scared". Being quiet was Y/N normal behaviour, but this time it was unusual. They seemed scared enough to be afraid to take a deep breath. Aizawa's attention brought also a bandage around their wrists. It was visible only for a second when they were fidgeting in their seat, but that second was enough. "I need to talk to them".

The talk about the dorms didn't go as smoothly as the heroes wanted. Mr. L/N was very skeptical about the idea, but he didn't want to answer why. His response was always "I have my reasons". It was making Aizawa not only mad, but also even more worried about his student. "What reasons?" he finally asked and gave him a penetrating look, as if he wanted to look directly into his mind or soul. "It's none of yours business." that's how Y/N's father was cutting the heroes off from the sensible answer. Toshinori was about to give up, but Aizawa's firm tone gave him a little bit hope. "It doesn't affect you any harm, Mr. L/N. We just want to make sure that students are safe". Thankfully, Mr. L/N finally agreed.

"Now, I'm sorry, but I think it's time for me to ask you to leave." he said while lifting himself up from his seat. "I don't mean to be rude, I just have a lot work to do."

"I want to talk with Y/N privately before we'll leave, please." Aizawa said which brought the kid's attention and they looked up at him from their fingers.

Y/N's father raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

The two men looked at each other intensely. "Just the school stuff. It won't take too long".

"I suppose it can wait until tomorrow then".

Aizawa's gaze became even more penetrating. "I insist".

The man was about to protest again, but he was interupted by his child.

"We can talk in my room" they said in a soft tone. Their father gave them the same warning look he had given them when they appeared in the room. It made Aizawa's blood boil. They walked past their dad and gulped nervously before speaking to their teacher. 'Please, come with me..."

They led him to their room and sighed deeply in relief after closing the door, but their hands were shaking slightly. "I-I'm sorry, Sensei. My father doesn't usually speak to people like that".

But he ignored what they just said. He could tell that they're nervous. Really, really nervous. Scared. Terrified. Anxious. All of the above. Their hands were shaking, they were stuttering and refused to look at him. He took a deep breath and knelt in front of them.

"Y/N, look at me" his tone soften when he said this. They raised their eyes to look at him. He saw tears forming in the corner of their eyes. "It's okay, you're safe with me".

He raised his hand to place it on their shoulder but he regretted it immediately when they flinched slightly and he saw fear in their eyes. Single tear fell down their cheek. Aizawa regretted it even more.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, kid. I should've asked first" he looked at their form and felt really bad for them. Their whole body started to shake slightly. "Listen... I won't hurt you. I just want to talk with you".

They looked into his eyes and held back another tears that filled their eyes then noded.

"If you don't want me to touch you, that's completely okay. But if you'll feel like you need a hug, my arms are open for you". They noded again. Aizawa raised his hand again, this time slowly and carefully, trying not to scare them more. "Is it okay if I place my hand on your shoulder?" he looked into their eyes. They gulped.

"Y-Yes..." they said quietly. Eraser lowered his hand and placed it on their shoulder. He could tell that they were tense. Very tense. He gently rubbed their shoulder trying to comfort them.

"Now, I need you to tell me what's wrong" his voice was soft and quiet. He was almost whispering.

"Noth..."

"Don't say it's nothing. I see something is going on, Y/N. I saw it the whole evening. I'm here to listen and help. All I want is your safety, because you're my student and I care about you. But I can't take care of it if you don't open up. Please, it's important."

"What if I can't open up? What if I can't talk about it?" tears fell down their cheeks. Aizawa felt he was too harsh on them.

"Listen... I suspect what's happening here, in your house" their eyes widen when he said this. Another tears fell down their cheeks.

"Nothing is happening..." they looked down at their fingers again.

"I see how your father treats you. How he looks at you" they raised their eyes at him again. "You can tell me everything. I'll listen and help you go throught this. You're not alone, Y/N. I am here with you".

They couldn't hold back anymore. "Sensei..." They bursted into tears and fell into his arms. He caught them and held them tightly while they were holding onto him, crying softly on his shoulder. He patted their back gently trying to comfort them.

"Shh... It's okay. Let all of your emotions go, that's right... You don't need to hold back. You can cry as much as you want" he kept saying comforting words into their ear. "You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you, Y/N".

When they calmed down and pulled out slightly, Aizawa held their shoulders gently and looked into their eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked. They noded. "Good... Please tell me the truth. Is it true that your father..."

"Beats me?" They interupted him and finished his sentence. "Yes... yes, it is true."

Aizawa gulped loudly. "Can I ask for how long is it going?"

"Since my mom died... He started to drink too much and quickly became aggressive..."

"I understand. I'm sorry for everything you've been through, kid" Aizawa rubbed their shoulders. "The bandages on your arms... Are they because of him?"

They swallowed nervously. "N-No..."

"No?"

"No." They looked down. "He doesn't touch me there."

"Then why do you have bandages on your arms?"

They started shaking again. "I-I-I..." They were unable to put together a correct sentence because they were stuttering too much.

"Hey, it's okay." he kept rubbing their shoulder reassuringly. "You can tell me everything."

"I..." they started crying again. "I self harmed..."

Aizawa didn't want to hear it. He suspected it, but didn't want it to be truth. It was quite shock for him. How could he not notice? They are his student, he sees them almost every day, and still... How could he...? He kept asking that question to himself.

He didn't say anything. He was just starring into their eyes, trying to figure out what should he say not to scare them off. But instead of saying anything, he just pulled them into a big, warm hug.

"I'm sorry..." he holds them close to him. "I'm so sorry, Y/N"

"It's not your fault, Sensei..." they sobbed softly. "I should say sorry"

"No, you don't" he pulled away from them slightly and looked into their eyes again. "You don't owe any apology, kid. You're the one the world should be apologizing to. You deserve the world."

They smiled weakly. "Thank you for everything, Sensei."

"I didn't do anything" he smiled back. "Not yet."

They looked at him questioningly. "Not... yet?"

"You didn't think I will leave it without doing anything, did you? Your father will pay for what he did to you."

"No..." their eyes filled with panic. "Please don't do anything... He will take revange. Not only on you, on me too."

"I will protect you."

"You don't know what he is capable of!" they were close to burst into tears again. "He has contacts… He will destroy me, he will destroy you."

"He won't do anything. I will take care of that."

"Please, Sensei..." they looked him into eyes.

"I can't leave you like this, Y/N" he massaged their shoulder. "I'm a hero and also your teacher. It is my responsibily. Why do you think I became a hero?"

They looked down at their fingers again. The answer wasn't that hard, it just didn't want to pass through their clenched throat.

"To help others." they finally muttered under their nose.

"Yes, you're right. To help others" he patted their head. "Now look at me, please."

They slowly raised their head and looked into his eyes.

"What's your reason to became a hero?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"I-I..." they stuttered. "I also want to help others... I don't want anyone to go through hell like mine... I want to save all the helpless and scared kids like me"

Aizawa smiled softly. "Then... how do you want to save others when you don't want to save yourself?"

Their eyes widen when his words reached their ears. Unknown feeling took over their whole body as they kept starring into his dark eyes. His gaze was penetrating, but also calming. It made them feel something they haven't felt in years. Hope. They were still scared though, but for the first time in their life they feel like they can do something agaist their abusive father. It's a new unknown feeling but at some point made them feel alive again.

"You're right, Sensei..." they whispered then took a deep breath. "I need to be strong. I need to face my fears. Otherwise, I won't be able to become a hero"

"I wouldn't go that far, but..." he patted their head. "That's right. You need to fight with your fears. Otherwise, they will take control over your life and you will never be free. But you want to be free, right?"

They noded slowly. "Yes."

He took his hand off of their head and stood up. "Will you let me take care of it now?"

They were looking at him for a longer moment before nodding. However, their eyes were still filled with uncertainty.

He leaned closer them. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. I won't leave you alone. I will be with you all the time" he said while patting their head, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the police.

***

"What's taking them so long?" Y/N's father was starting to get impatient, but then he saw them entering the room. On their faces, there was not a trace of what was happening a minute ago in Y/N's room. "Couldn't it take longer?" he asked sarcastically.

"Please calm down, Mr. L/N" Aizawa said as he walked walked towards the man. "Sit down, please. I forgot about one thing."

"No, no, no, no. We can discuss it another day." he protested and shook his head. "Now, I think I have to ask you to leave."

"I insist." the truth was that Aizawa was playing for time. Yes, he called the police and they should be there around a few minutes, but he wanted to be inside the house when they will enter to arrest the man. He had to be with Y/N.

"Please, leave." The man was even more pissed than before. He did not expect what was about to happen.

The tension that had built up in the room caused Toshinori to speak up. "Eraser, let's just go..." but then the front door suddenly opened and two police officers walked into the house. Aizawa reacted quickly, grabbing Y/N's arm gently to give them a sign that he is with them and he's not going anywhere.

"What the f-" Y/N's father didn't have a chance to finish his sentence when he was pushed on the couch by one of the officers, his wrists got handcuffed.

"You are under arrest on charges of abusing your child. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used as evidence against you." the officer said a typical police phrase and grabbed him by his shoulders, lifting him from the couch. He didn't stop himself from being rough with him.

"You can't!" Mr. L/N tried to resist, but was quickly escorted out of the house and put in a police car.

The grip of Aizawa's hand on Y/N shoulder tightened a bit when he spoke to them. "It's all over now". But they didn't even heard him saying those words. Their eyes were still wide open, their hands now shaking uncontrollably. They didn't know how should they feel. Should they feel happy because this nightmare is finally over? Should they feel grief? Or should they feel sad because, after all, it's still their parent? The last one that left...

Y/N hid their face in Aizawa's chest. Overwhalmed by so many different emotions they started crying loudly. Almost screaming. They could't take this anymore. It was too much. Too much trauma. Too many years keeping their emotions inside. Now, they can finally let go.

Aizawa, seeing his student so much in pain, almost broke himself. He hugged them tightly and gently stroked their hair trying to comfort them while they were holding onto him. He saw the police car driving away with Y/N's father, then looked at confused Toshinori and gave him a signal to wait in the car. The blonde man left the house leaving them alone. The black haired hero let Y/N cry into his chest for a little longer before pulling away and kneeling in front of them.

"Y/N, please look at me" he tried to be as gentle as possible, because they were still trembling slightly. They looked up at him. Their eyes red and swollen from crying, tears couldn't stop falling down their cheeks. Aizawa brought his hand closer their face and wiped the tears away gently. Then he placed his hand on the top of their head and rubbed it calmingly. "There, there... You're safe now. It's all over now." He tried his best to comfort them.

"B-But what do I do now?" they asked, still crying. "I feel like the whole world is failing apart..."

"Come here" Aizawa pulled them into another hug, placing his hand on their back and massaging it reassuringly. He tightened his embrance when he felt them melting into his arms. "Shh... It's okay. You don't have to worry about anything. Like I said earlier, I won't leave you alone. I promise."

They held tighter onto him. Their hands were still shaking and tears kept falling down their cheeks. "I-I'm scared..."

"You don't need to be afraid anymore, Y/N. I will protect you and I will help you get better." he was still holding them in his arms when he leaned closer their ear and whispered softly: "I will help you save yourself."

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tylerxrbtwhp · 4 months

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PART 1 My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia Eraserhead/Shota Aizawa: Black Coffee and Honey Suckle https://www.tumblr.com/burnyouwithacigarettelighter/726757749793456128/practice-absolutely-does-make-it-perfect?source=share Whoops, guess it just happened https://www.tumblr.com/littlesniggy/656445387566153728/omfg-i-was-looking-for-this-fic?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/arcanao/709810030356135936/just-speechless?source=share An Eye for an Eye https://www.tumblr.com/weebsinstash/188970887567/an-eye-for-an-eye-yandere-poly-erasermic-x?source=share Exerpt from Eden https://www.tumblr.com/shibaraki/730659022816051200/excerpt-from-eden-aizawa-shouta-synopsis-the?source=share Blissfully Ruined https://www.tumblr.com/tired-teacher-blog/711156846246920192/blissfully-ruined-characters-aizawa-fem-reader?source=share Heartache https://just-my-fandom.tumblr.com/post/652040523910119424/heartache-shouta-aizawa-x-pro-hero-reader Feeling Unloved https://www.tumblr.com/bluemoondust/689160811327963136/feeling-unloved?source=share Subjugation {1} https://www.tumblr.com/artemis32/694912632418975744/subjugation-i?source=share Subjugation {2/Last} https://artemis32.tumblr.com/post/701249462396420096/subjugation-ii Dress https://www.tumblr.com/touyaz/655920106257465344/dress-pairing-aizawa-shouta-x-gn-reader-word?source=share Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada [No Name] https://novasdarling.tumblr.com/post/658624767282266112/hihi-can-i-have-some-present-mic-yandere [No Name] https://myherofuckademia.tumblr.com/post/189299715108/yandere-present-mic Babied https://writerbyaccident.tumblr.com/post/627567953251057664/babied-yandere-present-michizashi-yamada-x [No Name] https://animeyanderelover.tumblr.com/post/670024941057540096/hizashi-yamada-no-one-else-makes-me-feel-this Souvenir https://writerbyaccident.tumblr.com/post/621954979763290112/souvenir-yandere-present-michizashi-yamada-x Shh https://echo-of-sounds.tumblr.com/post/621301373289562112/shhh [No Name] https://squishytenya.tumblr.com/post/622457561594167296/hizashi-with-a-reader-whos-a-famous-popstar Are you okay? (Platonic) https://sleepybutwriting.tumblr.com/post/613705652804665344/are-you-okay-fatherlyyamada Quieter for you https://lordsister.tumblr.com/post/183545875144/quieter-for-you-present-mic-x-shyreader Lunch Break Tease https://talpup.tumblr.com/post/654559527983874048/lunch-break-tease-present-mic-x-reader-lemon All Might/Toshinori Yagi: Only You https://aithorin.tumblr.com/post/654391050503323648/only-you-all-might-x-reader-18 [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/thefiery-phoenix/729922333289103360/yandere-all-might-headcanons?source=share So Strong https://www.tumblr.com/s0apysm1les/692428145417142272/yandere-all-might-x-reader?source=share Movie Night https://www.tumblr.com/asce-of-hearts/657524843108057088/howdy-could-you-write-a-yanall-might-x?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/beigehearts/659188074274865152/toshinori-yagi-all-might-yandere-how-he-kidnaps?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/yanderesleepybutwriting/621593148073902080/headcanons-for-my-hero-academia?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/yanderesleepybutwriting/621229376383713281/headcanons-for-my-hero-academia?source=share A Horrible Mistake https://www.tumblr.com/seiyasabi/186268834103/a-horrible-mistake?source=share Target on your back https://www.tumblr.com/writerbyaccident/623041825559773184/target-on-your-back-yandere-toshinori-yagi-x?source=share Love https://www.tumblr.com/heroes-r-us/181335531625/love-yandere-all-might-x-reader-mha-x-reader?source=share

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anime-rambles · 2 years

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Some Alpha you are, Pathetic

Pairing: Alpha!KiriBaku x Omega!Reader

Type: Angst, hurt, NSFW if you squint.

Word Count: 3100+

A/N: Wow people seem to be very excited for this fic, so I decided to bringing it out eariler than what I was planning. Thank you all so much for your support <3 I have a new taglist form follow the link below and it will bring you too it. Much love as always, Tiff <3

Summary: You and Bakugou knew one thing for certain, Kirishima was already in your clan. But with your heat approaching you belived it was time to say it outloud, little did you know Bakugou is a very jealous, insecure alpha and feels threatened...

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“Katsuki, please you're not listening to me” tears stream down your face as you try to get your alpha to understand, yes bringing this up was the best thing to do but also probably not the greatest of timing with your heat coming so soon.

“No, why should I listen to you, you want another alpha? I am listening y/n? Did I hear wrong?” he questioned you, staring deep into you

“Well i–”

“Well what ‘mega? Fucking speak!” He shouted at you, pumping anger pheromones into your room. You froze, trying not to flinch at his pheromones because you knew it would hurt him deeply if you were scared of him.

“You know what, no I'm not listening to this, I'm not good enough for you? Fine, i’ve a mission starting soon but I think I'll start it today. your next heat coming up? Spend it alone” with that Katsuki walked out the door, slamming it behind him. You cried and cried, you knew going after him would be a mistake so you didn't. You just stood in your grief. This was not how it was supposed to go. You simply asked Bakugou if he would be open to adding another alpha to your pack, bringing in Kirishima. The only thing yous dont do together is sex? So what would be the harm, you loved Kirishima and you know Bakugou loved him too if he would just admit it. Kirishima spent many a night in your nest with the two of you, scenting each other after hard missions. Your omega called out to him, and you knew Kirishima felt the same about you both.

Bakugou was right, your heat coming soon, and you were going to be alone for it. For the first time since you and Bakugou got together in UA, you were going to spend it alone and that terrified you. Your omega whined, and your chest felt tight. The tears still fell from your eyes and your lungs were screaming at you to take some deep breaths. You walked to your room slowly with your head down and crawled into your nest to hide from the world and let the beginnings of your heat take you. You prayed that this heat wouldn’t put you into a drop, but deep down you knew it would.

Kirishima knew something was wrong, he could feel it in his bones. The moment your morning text had not come in. There was only one thing to do today and that was to make his way to yours. Once he reached your apartment door, he knocked, and knocked and knocked. Knowing that if Bakugou was inside he would get an explosion to his face but he knew that Bakugou wasn’t here. He could smell his pheromones outside the door and there were two notable things about this, for one they were old and the second he was angry when he left. Kirishima pounded on the door again and there was no answer.

“y/n? Are you there?” he asked, and still no response. He placed his nose to the crack in the door frame and breathed in deeply, hoping to smell you. As Kirishima breathed in, he quickly pulled away and threw his hands to his nose. Something was wrong, something was really wrong. Kirishima would pay for the door later but right now, he needed to know you were okay.

Kirishima looked at the door to check where the best place would be to break it without completely shattering it. It was actually simply, punch the door handle and the door would still be intact. So he did so, the sour smell in the air hit him harder as he made his way into the apartment to where it smelled the strongest.

He called out and he got closer to the door, but still no answer. By the smell in the air he knew you and Bakugou had an argument. He knocked on the bedroom door and placed his ear to it, he could hear a shuffle from inside which at least told him you were alive.

“Y/n, I’m coming in.”

As Kirishima entered the room, his alpha called to him to protect you, to comfort you but he must hold off. He walked in and pumped smoothing pheromones into the air as a way to coax you out from hiding. Which worked, he could see your eyes poke out from the edge of the bed but you were still hidden beneath the blankets.

“Alpha”, you called out weakly. Kirishima sighed.

“Yes and no sweetheart, i am an alpha just not your alpha” He said and made his way to your side and sat on the ground, his head resting against the mattress near to where your head was poking out.

“No you are alpha, my alpha” you said, pulling your head out the covers and wiping your eyes to look at Kirishima. Kirishima’s heart broke and he pulled his hand up to your face to wipe away the tears. You purred into his hand and pulled his scent gland to your nose breathing him in, after a few minutes you pulled his gland to your neck and rubbed it a few times. Kirishima allowed you this comfort because he knew it would bring you back to him for a little moment. After a few moments of silence he spoke again.

“What happened y/n, where’s Bakugou, he would never of leave you this close to your heat?”

“Well he did, didn’t he, Eijrou.” Tears filled your eyes again and Kirishima quickly pulled you off the bed and into his arms. He places your head into his neck, forcing you to breathe in his pheromones to relax.

“Come on now little one, breathe for me” He patted your hair as you calmed down again. You could really feel your heat starting to take over with being in the presence of your alpha, well one of your alpha’s but you must talk with him first. You took a moment to place yourself into the real world for a second and realized you were licking Kirishima scent glands on his neck and purring to yourself. You pulled away and looked into his face.

“Sorry Eijirou” You giggled slightly to yourself and you looked as Kirishima's massive smile took over his face.

“There she is, there's my girl” you took a breath again, smiling as his comment to you.

“I messed up Eiji, i messed up big time”

“What do you mean you messed up, talk to me about what happened?” You looked up at him and took another breath, Kirishima pumped more pheromones into the air.

“Well Eijirou, you are basically already in a pack with us, we all but have sex, and i know my omega wants you and i know Katsuki alpha calls to yours and I know your alpha calls to us, I can tell that right now by the way you came to me, and how your holding me, comforting me -” You took a breath and started to rub your hands together, Kirishima placed a hand in your and stop you from being nervous. “I mentioned to Katsuki how would he feel if we added another alpha to our pack, and i don’t know what happened, he just started screaming at me and wouldn’t let me talk or even get the chance to say it was you, maybe because i’m close to my heat but he just went off the rail and said that i should spend this heat alone and that he had a mission coming up he was going to start after my heat but because i mentioned what i did, he starting it today, leaving me alone–” you started to cry again,

“--i’ve…..nev…er..done…th..is..alone…eiji..not..si..nce….ua” Kirishima turned you into his neck again, anger boiled in him and he suppressed a growl so as to not scare you. What was Bakugou thinking, they had spoken about it before. Bakguou had mentioned that Kirishima’s alpha made him want to submit to allow Kirishima to take control. So why would he have this reaction? He knew Bakugou wanted this but why he reacted the way he did, Kirishima knew one thing, he needed to find him and soon.

Once you had calmed down, Kirishima coaxed you into drinking some water as he placed back in your nest. Scenting lots of things around you so were happy while he left to find Bakugou. Not knowing how long you had until your heat would come into effect he looked around for your sex toys knowing that Bakugou had them as a in case of emergency setting where he couldn’t be there but Kirishima could help you, not to actually knot you but to use the knotting toys on you and to try and keep you grounded. Kirishima didn't know if you knew about them or not but thought it was best to leave them within your reach.

As Kirishima had broken the front door, he thought it was best to bar it up as best he could, to stop any wandering alpha from just randomly strolling into the apartment and taking advantage. He was also going to make Bakugou pay for leaving his omega in this situation and for forcing Kirishima to leave you in your condition. He was happy enough that you weren’t going to depression drop and made his way to your balcony and climbed down the fire escape.

It did not take that long to find Bakugou, he simply opened twitter and searched ‘Dynamite’ and looked to see where fans had spotted him. Apparently he was nearby and was not in a great mood today. Kirishima moved quickly to Bakugou’s last location and could hear small explosions of the type that Bakugou used to tell people to back off. As Kirishima made his way around the corner he could see people leaving Bakugou on his own. Kirishima passed them nodding at them and asked them to leave the area.

“Oi Bakugou” Kirishima shouted out. Bakgoug stopped and turned towards him with a smirk on his face.

“Hey Man, you here to help kick some butt, towns been pretty active today” Bakugou stopped.

As Kirishima quickly made his way to Bakugou he grabbed him by the neck and moved him off the street into an alleyway. Bakugou protested the entire time but not once did he use his explosions, Bakugou’s alpha already submitting to Kirishima’s scent and alpha. Kirishima pushed Bakugou up against the wall, and still held his throat. Bakugou struggled around Kirshima’s hold, slipping a few times and Kirishima was much taller than him.

“You care to explain to me, what the hell you did” Kirishima growled.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, it was just some small explosion at the reporters nothing that would hurt them.” Kirishima growled again, holding Bakugou tighter.

“NOT THAT” he yelled, pumping out more pheromones, trying to force submission out of Bakugou.

“Why are you so angry shitty hair” Bakugou strained

“I’m angry because you left OUR omega alone and close to her heat and close to a drop, some alpha you are, pathetic” Kirishima spat at Bakugou.

“She’s MINE, not YOURS and she was fine when I left” Bakugou tried to get out of Kirishima's grasp but it was no use, he lost the will to fight him as his alpha had already bowed.

“She’s not mine and she’s not yours, she ours, I was just giving you the time to catch up and realize that we all belong together but after the state you left her in today, I have to intervene because someone forgot what it means to be someone's alpha.” Kirishima growled again, and pushed her body up against Bakugou's.

“She doesn't want you man, she told me she wants a new alpha, hell she doesn't even want me anymore.” Bakugou looked away from Kirishima.

“You stupid alpha, you know it’s me she wants, you know its me you want also, so why? After we spoke about it so much about becoming a pack, would you think she’d not want you or not want me, huh?” Kirishima nudged Bakugou to look him in the eyes. He could feel Bakugou's remorse pour from him as he looked at Kirishima with tears in his eyes.

“I DON'T KNOW OKAY, my alpha panic and next thing i know i'm screaming at her and can't stop, some people are made to be alphas and in control, always knows what to do and can handle situations and omegas and alphas….-” Bakugou takes a breath, “- mine is not one of them, mine saw a future without the two of you and panicked he decided that i should get it over with now and push you both away.” Bakugou whispered the last part as tears started to flow from his eyes.

Kirishima released the grip on his neck slightly, and released pheromones into the air to sooth Bakugou, he could tell it was working as Bakguou no longer sobbed. Kirishima lent forward and licked bakugou's scent gland, causing the blonde to whine and hold onto Kirishima. Kirishima smiled to himself and began to suck on the same spot. As Bakugou struggled to stay standing, Kirishima held his throat again and pulled away to look into his eyes.

“You are mine, do you understand? I am your alpha and you will listen to me, do you understand” Kirishima used his alpha voice on the blonde in the hopes he would submit easily and he did. Bakugou bared his neck to Kirishima and purred to his Alpha to show submission. Kirishima lent forward again and sucked on his gland, letting his teeth graze it so carefully. Bakugou moaned again and tried to grind onto Kirishima's leg. Kirishima smirked to himself, happy at the level of submission Bakugou was giving.

“Listen carefully, you ever and I mean EVER leave our omega like that again, I will kill you, do you understand.” Kirishima used his alpha voice again and forced Bakugou to look at him.

“Yes alpha.”

“Good boy, you're being so obedient.” Kirishima smiled and let him go, letting Bakugou regain his strength. They stood in silence for a moment, and Bakugou began to release panic pheromones into the air.

“Kirishima we have to get back, y/n she… omg what have i done” Bakugou began to walk away but Kirishima pulled him back.

“Bro breathe, she’s okay the moment I was with her, before I came to find you, we’ll head back together okay.” Kirishima held his hand and began to make his way back to the apartment.

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Once they made it back, Bakugou made his way to the door but Kirishima stopped him. “What the hell man let’s go” Bakugou stopped and looked at the red head.

“We can use the door” Kirishima looked everywhere bar Bakugou's eyes.

“Shitty hair, why can't we use the door”

Kirishima fiddled with his hand before meeting Bakugou’s gaze. “I kinda broke your door and barricaded it so no one could get to y/n, so we have to use the fire escape” Kirishima ran his fingers through his hair. “You know what fine, i don't care right now”

Bakugou made his way to the fire escape and Kirishima followed. Once they reached his floor both alpha entered, Bakugou hesitated near the door or a moment, “It’s okay bro, take your time her omega needs to heal after what you said, so i’ll be here but i suggest we move to my place for her heat because 1, you don’t have a front door, 2, your rut will happen tomorrow if i'm not mistaken, which means mine is not far behind, so no hanky panky right now just comfort.” Kirishima said to Bakugou, who nodded in response and opened the door.

You moved around under your nest, poking your head out again to look at the intruder. Once your eyes met with Bakugou’s you began to cry and he was beside you in an instant.

“No, no, no, please omega dont cry, this is all my fault” Bakugou whispered and made his way into your nest, slowly uncovering your body.

“Stupid omega, stupid omega, bad omega,” was all you could say over and over again as you trashed around the place.

“No please, baby, please don't say that, you’re the greatest omega, the best ever. I’m the one in the wrong here, me not you, I’m the stupid alpha” he said and you stoped fighting him, your tears at stop and you just stared at him. Bakugou reached forward and pressed his hand to your forehead.

“Gosh baby, you’re so warm, heat’s on its way huh?” he asked, he tucked your hair away from your face.

“Alpha would not listen, said I had to do it alone” You started to tear up again, fear taking over. “Can’t do it alone, can’t be without mate, its’ too much” you said and started to cry again.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me” Bakugou used his fingers and made you look at him. “I would never make you go through this alone, i was always going to come back, i was a bad alpha okay, but i understand now and look who's here” Bakugou gestured towards the door that Kirishima was leaning up against. You turned your head and looked at Kirishima and smiled at him, then you looked at Bakugou who smiled at you.

“You mean it, we’re all going to be together.” You ask Bakugou.

“Yes, of course, it's how it's meant to be.” Bakugou lent forward and kissed your forehead. You squealed and pumped out as many happy pheromones as you could, both alpha’s smiled at each other and began to move around the room, collecting things.

“Hate to do this little one, but we need to move to mine, so collect things you’ll need to nest, don't worry about clothes I don’t think you’ll be wearing them.” Kirishima said and wink at the both of you. You quickly scrambled out of your nest, quickly kissing Bakugou and making your way towards Kirishima and kissing him. Bakugou growled quietly in the background unheared of by you but not Kirishima. You moved and collected things you definitely knew you would need ignoring both Alphas. Kirishima made his way to Bakugou who looked panicked. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry I don't know why I did that,” Bakugou said standing up.

“It’s okay, your alpha needs time to adjust to sharing, i’ll give him a few hours but after that it will involve punishment.” Kirishima pulled Bakugou up to him, giving him a kiss. Once he pulled away Bakugou was once again purring, Kirishima smirked to himself and looked up at you who was waiting patiently with a big bag in your hand full of things to nest with.

“You sure that all omega, don’t want anything more from this nest.” Kirishima asked. You looked at it and smiled, “Nope, it's time for a new chapter in our lives and a new nest alphas.”

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thecuriousquest · 9 months

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Are you able to write how yandere erasermic would react to darling reader cutting herself and they find out? If you don't write for sh please ignore this!❤️

When Blades Dance with Flesh

Yandere EraserMic x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, cutting, blood, blades, cruel punishment, implied kidnapping, aggressive behavior, stripping

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Caught in the tight grip of Eraserhead and Present Mic, you never have a moment of peace unless you’re in the shower.

The shower is your safe space, your refuge. It’s the only place you can get away with your unhealthy coping mechanism.

They harp on you day in and day out. Picking up the blade, you caress the skin of your thigh with the sharp edge. Ribbons of scarlet swirl with the water, running down the drain. The stinging burn left from your wounds distracts you from the fact that your life is over. Long gone are the days where you could be care free. Now, you always have to be on your guard.

Tears drip into your incisions, and with your palms a bloody mess, you wipe them away with the back of your hand as you shut the water off. As you step out of the tub, you take out your little first aid kit and begin to clean up, further removing your worries from your mind as you focus on disinfecting and wrapping your thighs.

The cutting and clean up help distract you, and at this point, you’ll welcome any distraction.

Throwing away a piece of gauze you used to dab at the incision, you finish tying the bandage around your thigh. You’ve gotten to the point now where you can walk without wincing, even if it is especially difficult with the larger and deeper cuts. However, you can’t let them know.

When you arrive at your room without a bed, you look through your closet for pants. Pushing past the burning of your aching flesh, you pull on your black jeans, careful as not to shift your bandage out of place. Dressing in socks and a white, long sleeve shirt, you pad out of the room and down to the dinner table, knowing that they won’t tolerate you being late.

You don’t want them to have to come and get you. Nothing good ever happens when they do that.

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You greet Hizashi in the kitchen, giving him a shy wave as you sit down in between the head and the other end of the table. It’s unnerving to be in their presence, but when you go against their rules, you always feel like you’ll eventually get caught. You can’t help but feel like anything you do, any facial expression you make, any glint in your eye, might end up revealing your addiction.

Yamada sits down at the far end of the table as Shouta takes the head. The raven haired man looks especially displeased tonight. You wonder what could be irking him.

“Something wrong?” You ask right before swallowing a mouthful of food.

“You know, we understand that this is a big adjustment for you. It can’t be easy, but we brought you here for your own safety. You can’t be out in a world so terrible and dangerous.”

Having heard this speech so many times before, you simply nod as you shove another forkful of food past your lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“We have rules here for a reason. They’re to make sure that you are safe and well-behaved. Can you list them for me?”

Yamada sits up, a little confused about what’s going on. “Is she in trouble, Sho? What happened?”

All his partner does is hold up a finger to him in response. “We’ll get to that. Right now, I want you to list the rules for me.”

You don’t even have to think about them. Every rule is ingrained in your psyche along with the punishments that go with them if you happen to break one.

“Never call you names, never try to run away from home, never do anything to endanger myself, no talking back, don’t run away from punishments, hold still during punishments, eat three meals a day, and go to bed when told to.”

“Right, so, care to explain this?” He takes a piece of bloody gauze from his pocket and sets it on the table before you.

“That’s not mine.” Fuck, you’re basically digging your own grave now.

“Is this yours?” Shouta asks Hizashi.

“No,” the blonde replies.

They fix their attention back on you, waiting for a truthful response.

“Well?”

“Well what?” you ask sharply.

Shouta reaches over the table and grabs your bicep. Remaining seated, he drags you in front of him. He shifts towards you in order to keep you trapped between his long legs. The brunette begins rolling up your sleeves, and he sees the scars on your arms, but nothing fresh.

As he tries to look you in the eyes, guiltily, you look away. His rugged demeanor cuts through you like a hot blade, and you find yourself trying to squirm away from his grip.

Keeping you clenched between his knees tightly, he begins working the button and zipper of your pants. You know there’s no point, but you try to swat his hands away.

“No, Shouta! Don’t you dare! That’s so fucking indecent!”

He gives your lip a light smack. “Don’t mouth off to me, girl. If you know what’s good for you, hold still.”

You bend at the hips, trying to sink your weight back as you push against his shoulders. All he does is add pressure to your knees and thighs, making you cry out in pain.

Damn, he’s strong.

Wrestling your pants down isn’t an easy feat, and he has to spank you multiple times just to get you to release the loops of your jeans as you hold onto them for dear life.

The bandages have shifted out of place completely with all of the manhandling. With your pants at your knees, you have to stand before the two heroes in your underwear with your blood-soaked thigh bandages.

The look on Shouta’s face is one you never thought you’d see as he stares at your cuts. His mouth is drawn in a line, but there’s so much going on behind his eyes. Anger at himself for not knowing, anger at you for not coming to him, confusion for how this could have happened in the first place, guilt because he didn’t pick up on a single clue, and hurt because you’re his precious girl who’s taking everything out on her skin.

And then, you see it. A tear welling up in his eyes before he forces it down.

You look to Hizashi and see that he isn’t sad like Shouta. He’s fuming with the rage of a thousand gods.

Pushing himself away from the table, he stands from his chair and stalks over to you. Grabbing you by your wrist, he walks over to the sink. You’re not sure what he’s doing until he uses the spray head attached to the sink to wash your thighs with cold water.

Shouta doesn’t know what to think, but he doesn’t see Hizashi doing anything too bad, so he lets his partner do what he thinks is necessary. That is until the salt comes out.

Shouts shoots out of his seat and stands between you and the blonde. “Wait a minute. Do you really think it’s a good idea to do that?”

“Sho, we gave her time to adjust, and she took advantage of that. We had no idea. I had no idea. For fuck’s sake, Shouta, she could have ended up killing herself!”

The thought of finding you dead in the house one day causes the brunette to give you one last look before stepping aside.

Hizashi forces you to sit on the chair you previously took at dinner. He holds both of your wrists with one hand as he goes about pouring salt all over each and every slit you cut into your thighs.

An agonized wail tears from your throat, and Hizashi hasn’t even begun the real punishment yet. He slides his massive palm up and down your flesh, scrubbing the wounds with the tiny white grains until your skin is raw, throbbing, and aching for relief.

You have never really given any thought to the phrase “rubbing salt in the wound” until just now.

He watches you intensely, noticing your fingernails digging into your palms. He shakes you, forcing your attention on him.

“I’ll have none of that! No more hurting yourself!”

Sniveling, you try to placate him. “Okay! I won’t!”

Hizashi looks around at the mess he made in the kitchen. There’s salt and blood on the chair along with water on the floor from spraying you. Sighing, he asks Shouta if he can put you to bed.

“Leave her legs as they are. She needs to learn,” the Voice Hero requests as the brunette picks you up bridal style.

Shouta doesn’t respond as he takes you to the bedroom. He peels your wet clothes off of you and does his best to wash the salt from your cut up thighs despite what Hizashi asked. It hurts, and it makes you hiss, but Shouta assures you that everything will be alright as he wraps up your legs with gauze bandages.

The pro places his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. “You had to have picked this up from someone. That’s exactly why you need to be with us. You can’t take care of yourself. You just don’t know how.”

Closing your eyes, you cry because you know arguing won’t get you anything but a mouth full of soap and possibly a sore bottom. In your agitated state, you feel like all you can do is scream.

Tormented sobs violently ricochet through your body, and Shouta truly believes his words are registering to you.

Oh, yes, they register alright, but not in a positive way like he thinks. All you feel is loss and entrapment, feeling as though you’ll never be able to escape this hellhole.

———

The aftermath of your cutting incident is quite a gruesome process. Shouta and Hizashi bring in a specialist for laser hair removal because you’re no longer allowed to shave ever again. The kitchen knives are locked up in a safe, and you have no idea what the combination is. All of the glass in the house has been replaced with bulletproof windows, and they even figured out how to make all of the mirrors unbreakable.

With all of this done, they still keep an eye on you as if you’re a danger to yourself. You’re their little lamb that they have to protect at all costs, and they’re going to make sure that you understand that.

Fuck, you could really use a good blade right now.

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