#he's the reason Aizawa eventually relents and agrees to see his class again. he is totally resistant to the idea bc he knows he hurt them

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#boku no hero academia fanart #Yabureme Aizawa AU #nomu aizawa #shouta aizawa #principal nezu #this is a response to an anon but it had a second prompt so I didn't want to answer it and then forget about the second one #but ya Nezu is one of the faculty that comes by super often when Yabureme is in Tartarus #there's always been a powerful mutual trust between these two before he was taken and Nezu only wants to help #the first time Yabureme is in Tartarus he is completely unresponsive but Nezu visits him every few days anyway in an effort to get #a response out of him. it doesn't work #but during his second stint in Tartarus he's more lucid and Nezu becomes a huge comfort as Aizawa is rediscovering himself #he's the reason Aizawa eventually relents and agrees to see his class again. he is totally resistant to the idea bc he knows he hurt them #MULTIPLE times. plus he was barely their teacher so he shouldn't be that big of a deal to them right? they knew him for like a week #when Yabuzawa is his own free agent again Nezu helps him bear the weight of his trauma and they bond over shared experiences as experiments #canon Nezu and Aizawa are cute and funny and wholesome bc of the whole cuddle-in-the-scarf thing but it's way deeper than that #Nezu is one of the only ones that Aizawa knew respected him for his abilities as a teacher vs just his useful quirk. Nezu gave him his job #and believed in him so much that he let him do whatever he wanted in pursuit of teaching students who would live longer #and less foolishly. Nezu/Aizawa are friends and value each other a great deal thanks xoxoxo

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listen i would love to see more of the whole "katsuki's been kidnapped multiple times" bc it's one of my favorite headcanons i've seen for him. i love ppl adding layers to his character and his experiences and i wanna know what you have planned past everyone finding out

Okay, I’m gonna go off of the “they found out after Katsuki was kidnapped again and they only knew that it happened when he finally showed back up to school.” route.

Katsuki gets kinda weirded out by how everyone’s reacting so weirdly, he doesn’t understand why Aizawa is asking him so many questions or making a big deal out of it. Sure, he’s kinda guessed by now that it’s not normal after all, but that doesn’t explain any of this.

They’re in Recovery Girl’s office now, Aizawa has already been fussing at him and gotten a report on his injuries. Recovery Girl is out at the moment but she should be back soon. Katsuki has already tried to argue that he bandaged all his injuries up himself, but the glare he got from his teacher put a stop to that.

Now they’ve moved on to Aizawa questioning him on his previous kidnappings and his teacher just seems to be getting more and more stressed out. Katsuki doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong, but it’s freaking him out because he’s been rationalizing and dealing with all of this for so long. Finally, he snaps.

“Why do you care?” And he meant it as a sarcastic remark, but Aizawa can hear the tremor in his voice, can see the minute shake of his shoulders, how Katsuki won’t meet his eyes. 

“Kid, you got kidnapped. Of course I care about that, I’m your damn teacher and part of my goddamn job is keeping you safe.” He wants to say more, wants to say that Katsuki is a fucking child, and that on it’s own should be reason enough for him to care. That it’s not just a part of his job, he cares about Katuski himself. But Aizawa knows better then to say that. Maybe one day, but not today. Not when Katsuki’s already trembling and exhausted. Not when his pride couldn’t bare the insult of care, of being seen as the child he is.

“I mean, yeah, I guess I can kinda get you asking questions about the shit that went down this weekend, even though I had it under control, but what’s up with asking all these fucking questions about me being stupid when I was younger? None of it matters, I got out, I dealt with it, I learned from my shitty mistakes and I moved on. It doesn’t change anything. I’m fine.”

Sometimes, Aizawa wonders if Katsuki says these things because he genuinely believes them, or if he says them because if he doesn’t, if he didn’t dismiss the pain and shrug off the weight of his fears, then he might shatter under the burden of it all.

“Katsuki,” and that one word holds too much fucking emotion in it for Katsuki to take, he wants to curl into a ball and go to sleep, his heart is still to raw and his brain too messed up from having chains on his wrists and a muzzle forced into his mouth again. “Just because you aren’t dead or maimed doesn’t mean you’re fine. This stuff, it hurts. It leaves scars. I don’t know what the fuck was going on in your childhood that you were left to deal with that by yourself, but you aren’t alone in this anymore, okay?”

It’s been a long fucking weekend, and Katsuki is so tired that he can’t keep his walls up. Not quite. So he doesn’t argue, just ducks his head in a half nod as he tries to pretend there aren’t tears welling up in his eyes.

Aizawa can’t help himself then, he sighs, sitting down beside Katsuki on the bench and slinging an arm over the kid’s shoulders. It’s a gentle motion, a light squeeze, but Katsuki leans into it just a little bit and that’s enough.

Recovery Girl gets there soon after, and Katsuki protests healing at first, he doesn’t have much stamina left and there’s no way he can go back to class afterwards, but Aizawa tells him on no uncertain terms that he is not going back to class today, and so he relents.

That leaves Aizawa with a sleeping teenager who he doesn’t want to leave alone and 19 worried teenagers waiting for him back in his classroom.

In the end he sends Mic to tell them class is canceled today. None of them were going to be able to focus anyways, and they need some time to recover from the shock anyways.

All-Might finds out not too long after that, and his mind flies back to Katsuki on that night when he fought Izuku. He struck suddenly, by how it wasn’t the kidnapping itself that upset Katsuki. It wasn’t the villains that could’ve killed him, could’ve done all sorts of awful and terrible things to him. It was seeing someone else hurt trying to rescue him that upset Katsuki. That he was unable to understand.

Izuku put it together too. They both understand and can’t understand at the same time.

Katsuki wakes up, and he’s still freaked out by how much people care, but he accepts it with time.

Things settle down eventually, they go back to normal, but not really. Not quite. There’s a new normal now.

Katsuki isn’t left alone much anymore. Not unless he’s in his room and he’s kicked everyone else out of it for some peace and quiet. If he’s going out somewhere, it seems at least one of his classmates is following after him. Most often it’s some subset of the bakusquad. If he’s going home it’s almost always Izuku. He’s surprised by how often it’s people outside of that group though. All of his classmates have gone with him at least once. Even though he bitches about it, he doesn’t mind that much. 

There’s a new set of rules for students too, when you leave the dorms you give an estimated return time, and if you’re more then an hour late and you don’t text your homeroom teacher to let them know you’re okay, they start looking for you.

Katsuki was annoyed by the new rules until some gen ed kid with a rich family actually got their lives saved by it. It makes the whole system feel less targeted, so he settled down about it. 

Aizawa doesn’t follow the kid around, god no, he’s not going to invade a student’s privacy like that, but he makes it more of a point to know where Katsuki is. To know when he’s going home, or just going out.

It quickly becomes apparent and then suspicious to Aizawa that Katsuki never goes home. Even Shouto goes home sometimes, he has siblings he likes to visit apparently. Katsuki doesn’t.

When Aizawa had asked if Katsuki had ever talked about the fact he was kidnapped with his parents, the teenager had laughed. Then quickly shut his mouth when he saw Aizawa’s worried expression. What kind of parents don’t notice their own damn kid going missing? Aizawa had been wondering for months now.

Summer break is coming up, and most of the kids are supposed to go home. Katsuki is one of the few that isn’t excited for it.

After getting approval from Nezu, Aizawa approaches Katsuki two weeks before summer starts. He’s staying at the dorms over the summer, for safety reasons. Aizawa already got approval from his parents. They didn’t even question it. Didn’t seem to care much. Katsuki is wide eyed, but he doesn’t protest, not even his usual bluster. He just agrees, muttering that it’ll be nice to keep up on his training, and that’s that.

It can never be quite that easy though, and that very fucking weekend Katsuki was in such a good mood that he went out with a few of his classmates to the mall. All it took was him getting distracted by something in a shop window, he pauses for a moment to look at it, and then the assholes were on him. Something’s over his mouth, and he’s slipping into blackness.

He wakes up chained up with a headache, and he’s fucking tired, but he knows the drill.

It doesn’t take him long to pick the locks, doesn’t take him long to dispatch the guards and tie them up. Doesn’t take long for him to find the dumbass behind this whole thing and start a fight. Every bone in his body aches, but he keeps fighting.

The whole thing can’t have taken him more then two hours, so he’s fucking shocked when just as he takes a nasty blow to the shoulder, the front door of the place is broken down and there are people rushing in. He’s still kinda drugged out, so it’s surreal for him as suddenly Aizawa is there and has hands on his shoulders, and he’s being steered outside.

His classmates are there. Some of them anyways. Izuku isn’t. He’s apparently inside, having only just been hauled off the now unconscious villain.

It’s like he’s been teleported to a new world, and it’s confusing and strange, the idea that people noticed he was gone. That they cared enough to come get him, when they probably knew he could handle it on his own.

He must’ve said that last bit out loud, Aizawa’s grimacing now.

“Just because you can handle it on your own, doesn’t mean you should have to kid. You deserve some goddamn heroes in your life too. Now sit own here and let the paramedic look you over.”

Katsuki does, he answers the paramedics questions as best he can, and they take some blood and tell Aizawa something about sleeping it off.

Sleeping sounds awfully nice right now.

The adrenaline is fading, and some part of Katsuki screams that he needs to stay awake. That he needs to get himself home or they’ll catch him again. That this is do or die.

But that’s not right. Aizawa’s here. His classmates are here. Other people are here, and for some reason they’re helping him.

Even if Katsuki’s brain is still worried, his body knows it’s safe, that it doesn’t need to keep pushing and pushing anymore, and so he fades out. Trusting for once in his goddamn life that he doesn’t need to save himself. For once in his life, it’s okay to let someone else do that for him.

When he wakes up, he’s in the infirmary, and he can see his classmates scattered around the room, Aizawa in a chair to his side, Mic leaning on Aizawa’s shoulder and All-Might to their left. Everyone’s asleep. It’s like 3 am in the morning.

One deep breath in, one deep breath out. Katsuki lets himself relax on purpose this time, and as he falls back asleep he does it knowing for a damn fact that everything will be okay when he wakes up. He’s not alone anymore.

#katsuki bakugou #dadzawa #aizawa shouta #izuku midoriya #class 1-a #bnha #mha #sif speaks #sif writes #sif answers #my headcanons #man this got long #listen my brain just took hold of the aftermath and would not let go #Anonymous #katsuki's kidnappings

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Present Mic Merch

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Chapter 2: +1: Radio Show

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Present Mic had been hyping up his next show for the whole week, more so than usual, so the majority of Class 2-A ended up tuning in.

“Hello, and thank you for tuning in, listeners!” Present Mic’s voice drifted from the radio and into the common room. “Tonight we have a special guest who you’ve heard me mention before as my Number One Listener! Say hello to my wonderful husband! Say hi to everyone, Starlight!”

“Hi,” A gruff voice came from the radio, and it had every single person in Class 2-A on high alert. “Don’t call me pet names in public.”

“But you don’t want your name revealed,” Present Mic whined. “I have to call you something! And Starlight is as good a name as any!”

“Fine,” ‘Starlight’ relented. “But don’t make a habit of it.”

“Too late~” Present Mic teased, and there was a light smacking sound. “Alright, alright, I won’t make a habit of it. As for you all, dear listeners, we’re going to answer some questions! Just know that my dear husband is a very private person, so his name, his job, and his quirk are off limits! Other than that, go wild!”

“I won’t answer if it’s too personal,” Starlight commented. “And if you know me, don’t call in.”

“You know who you are, dear listeners!” Present Mic exclaimed. “And I would appreciate it if you all followed all these rules! It was the only way I could get him to join me. Isn’t that right, Starlight? ...Starlight, this is radio, you can’t just nod.”

“Yeah,” Starlight verbalized.

It was around this point where the initial shock wore off for Class 2-A.

“AIZAWA-SENSEI!?” The louder ones in the class yelled out, soon getting shushed by the others.

“They’re married!?” Ashido exclaimed.

“That’s so cute!” Hagakure added on.

The rest of the class had varying levels of confusion and shock and acceptance.

“Sensei is gay?” Midoriya asked in shock.

“Of fucking course he’s gay!” Bakugou shouted. “It’s so obvious!”

“It’s not that obvious, Bakubro,” Kirishima mediated.

“Everyone be quiet!” Iida yelled over everyone. “We are all trying to listen, and it is difficult to do when everyone is speaking!”

The room died down after than, leaving only the voices of the radio to fill up the silence.

“How long have you been married?” A caller inquired.

“Seven years,” Starlight answered. “Next caller.”

“How long have you known each other?”

“Fifteen years. Next.”

“How did you meet?”

“Private. Next.”

“Who asked out who?”

“I asked him out. He proposed,” Starlight said. “Next.”

“Oi, oi, Starlight,” Present Mic interrupted. “This isn’t a lightning round. You won’t get shocked if you take too long to answer.”

“It’s more efficient.”

“It’s not as fun!” Present Mic complained. “Don’t you know how to have fun, dear?”

“I thought I said no pet names.”

“Yeah, yeah, Starlight.”

“I’ll take longer on answers when the questions aren’t so straightforward.”

“You heard him, listeners! Ask more interesting questions!” Present Mic picked up the next caller.

“How did the two of you fall in love?”

“He beat me up,” Present Mic answered.

“That’s misleading.”

“What, it’s true! I can’t go into any more detail than that for privacy concerns! And you still haven’t answered yet.”

“...He saved me when I was ganged up on and couldn’t defend myself because I was too busy protecting some cats,” Starlight’s tone was a little softer.

“We also helped the cats find good homes afterwards!” Present Mic specified. “He has such a soft spot for cats. You know we have three of them? Their names are Jelly, Sofa, and Present Meow, and they are the most adorable cats in the world! Oh! We have a new caller!”

“Who named which cats, and why did you name them that?”

“Ah, Starlight named all the cats. He has such a way with words,” Present Mic laughed.

“He insisted that one of them be a pun,” Starlight said.

“You didn’t have to choose my hero name though!”

“What else would I have used? You’re my favorite hero.”

“Ah,” Present Mic froze for a second before speaking again. “Starlight! You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere!”

“What, am I making you speechless?”

“Yes, and I need my voice for all three of my jobs!”

“A shame. Guess I’ll have to take over.”

“Please, you would hate it, and you know it.”

“Maybe so, but I would do it if you lost your voice.”

“Stop that!” Present Mic flustered. “Next caller!”

“Are your wedding rings engraved? If so, what do they say?”

“They are engraved!” Present Mic exclaimed. “It was actually Starlight’s idea, he’s such a sap. His says ‘My Starlight,’ and mine says-”

“My Sunshine,” Starlight interrupted.

“Don’t look at me like that! We’re on air, and I can’t kiss you!” Present Mic lamented.

“Guess you shouldn’t have invited me then,” Starlight teased.

“Don’t say that! I want you here! And it looks like we only have time for a few more questions, so ask wisely!”

“Do you have any kids?”

“Yes,” Starlight said, to everyone’s surprise. “We have three cats.”

“I don’t think those count,” Present Mic laughed.

“They do,” Starlight insisted. “Next caller.”

“What are your favorite dates to go on?”

“This probably isn’t a surprise to any of my viewership, but my favorites are when we go out to eat at someplace romantic like a fancy restaurant. It’s an added bonus that those kinds of dates let me see my husband all dressed up for me!” Present Mic answered.

“As for me, I prefer stay-at-home dates,” Starlight said. “Wearing comfortable clothing, eating take-out, and watching bad movies. And we can kiss whenever we want.”

“That certainly is a plus side to those dates, next caller, you’re up! This is the last question we’ll have time for today, so make sure that it’s a good one!”

“Do you love each other a lot?” This caller sounded very young, and so it was kind of hard to be mad at such a benign question when it was being asked so earnestly by someone so young.

“Yeah,” Starlight said softly. “We really do.”

“I would do anything for him!” Present Mic declared. “Even keep him a secret when I want nothing more than to shout my love to the world!”

“And I’d compromise with him to let him shout about his love a little bit,” Starlight added.

“He’s given me permission to mention him to talk about how much I love him on the radio once a month as long as I keep it under a minute, so watch out for that, dear listeners!” Present Mic sounded positively ecstatic about that.

“Don’t you have a show to be transitioning?”

“Of course, of course! Thank you all for listening to the guest show, my dear listeners! And now, let’s listen to some sweet tunes for the rest of the night!”

“Alright, that’s my cue to go to sleep.”

“Wha-? Where did you even get that sleeping bag? I thought I made sure you didn’t bring any of those! Wake back up!”

And that’s when the show transitioned into music. There was a quiet among the common room.

“...They act more like a married couple than I thought they would,” Yaoyorozu commented, and the rest of the room nodded in agreement.

“Let’s not talk to them about it,” Asui said, which made many of the nosier students shout protests. “There must be a reason they kept it private, kero. So we shouldn’t bother them about it.”

It took a lot of convincing over the weekend to make sure no one would say anything, but, eventually, everyone agreed to it.

The next lesson they had in heroics was about hero relationships and their dangers. That managed to shut up anyone who wasn’t already convinced that it wasn’t a good idea to go blabbing about who Present Mic’s husband was.

But some of them still tuned into the radio show to hear that one minute of Present Mic talking about how much he loved his husband.

Aizawa was always a little happier the Monday after those segments.

And so Class 2-A didn’t say a word, silently glad that their teacher was properly appreciated. He helped them so much after all.

#erasermic #aizawa shouta #present mic #eraserhead #yamada hizashi #class 1-a #bnha #my hero academia