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So from what I read there, Reverse!Mafia Aizawa makes sure the Family is a family?
Yep! Aizawa treats his members with respect. He doesn’t coddle them, but he doesn’t his position as head to look down on them either. He won’t abandon a member and each members’ life has weight to him.
This is both good, since it fosters a very positive environment, leads to stronger ties of loyalty, and more meaningful relationships between its members and the upper ranks. But also bad since Aizawa’s care for his members can be used against him/put him in high risk situations because he doesn’t want to cut his losses (one example being when he got his face scar)
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Here we go Loopty Loo pt4
Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being.
It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?
pt 1
pt 3
pt 4 (HERE)
pt 5
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Loop #49
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To ask for normalcy in this class was too much, Aizawa knew this.
It was like asking it to rain gumdrops to expect these 20 idiots to behave like normal human beings for five minutes in the original timeline, and it had only gotten worse as they all fought off apathy at their time stuck just kept going.
But how Aizawa wished they would stop getting caught so he didn’t have to deal with the other teacher questioning it.
Cockatoo: Uh Shouta?
Cockatoo: Should I ask why Bakugo and Kaminari are yelling ‘Fuck your chicken strips!’ at a shellshocked Todoroki?
YallMight: I think it has to do with them finding out that Endevar and Hawks are dating.
Chloroform: THEY WHAT????
Sleepis4theweak: I wish Yagi was joking
YallMight: At least they aren’t singing ‘She thinks my tractor’s sexy’ this time.  
He glared at the tall blond he was eating lunch with, “Fuck you, I know you put them up to that.”
“No proof,”
“Shut it,”
“If I make you smile will you, forgive me?”
“Maybe,”
Yagi just grinned, “I just helped Jiro finish a parody song of Aint No Rest for the Wicked, called Aint No Rest for Endeavor, where they diss Endeavor for three minutes straight, including some… uh, classified information and are going to play it during the Cultural Festival with Shoto taking lead vocals.”
Aizawa wasn’t fast enough to stop the snort from escaping, “These fucking kids,”
“It’s better than Bakugo’s idea of writing a parody of “Fuck You” to call out Overhaul or All for One… or both.”
“As long Dabi gets a recording,” Aizawa chuckled, “I’m going to allow it.”
“You were going to allow it either way,” Yagi teased, not even batting an eye at the fact that Aizawa basically adopted the villain, “But I suppose he would like to see his younger brother roasting their father.”
Aizawa shrugged, “I’ll talk to the kids when we get back, making sure they time the parody when they have the largest crowd. I’m guessing I’m going to be on ‘Stop Endeavor from burning down the school’ detail again?”
“I can take Eri during it if you would like,”
“Nah, I’ll let Mirio handle her, she misses him anyways. They can’t make more of a scene then the Host club they held last year. ”
He glanced back down at his phone, to see the flurry of texts had continued.
BloodyMess: Why is your class full of the troublesome ones? And why haven’t you expelled any of them??
Cockatoo: Cause Sho is soft for his ‘problem children’
Chloroform: Yeah, plus they take care of his daughter like they’re her big siblings and I’ve never seen Sho look softer.
YeeHaw: Soft? Are we talking about the same man?
Cockatoo : *SmilyBoi* Read em and weep
BloodyMess: Oh shit, the dude can actually smile and not look like he’s trying to murder you
SpaceCadet: Aw, he’s wearing a bow!
Cockatoo: Eri put it in his hair, he wasn’t gonna remove it after she called him dad
Cockatoo: Oh shit
Chloroform:???
Cockatoo: Monoma said something to a table of Class 2-A kids and Shinsou appeared out of nowhere and brainwashed him. He’s now dancing to Toxic by Brittany Spears in the middle of the courtyard.
Chloroform: Omg, please say you’re recording!
Cockatoo: I am, but now Kaminari and Sero are being backup dancers
Cockatoo: Mina just had to stop Kirishima from taking off his shirt when he joined
Cockatoo: We have a full-on flash mob going on right now.
Cockatoo: Sho, come get your kids. I don’t know when they had time to choreograph this stuff but it’s not really school appropriate
BloodyMess: Aizawa, control your class
Chloroform: He’s probably trying to stop a migraine from forming
YallMight: No, he finds the whole event funny.
Cockatoo: How do you know????
Yagi smirked snapping a picture of the usually stoic teacher wheezing at the mental image of his stupid kids before the picture was texted over the group.
Chloroform: Oh? Having a picnic together, are you?
Sleepis4theweak: And? Aren’t we talking about my dumbass class?
Cockatoo: Pretty defensive there Sho, anything you want to share?
Sleepis4theweak: I have no idea what you’re talking about
Cockatoo: Come on Sho
Chloroform: Let’s change tactics
Chloroform: @YallMight are you fucking Aizawa?
YeeHaw: You trying to kill the man, Midnight?
BloodyMess: The man spits up enough blood without you being like this nem
Aizawa shot his companion a look, “Don’t you dare,”
Toshinori raised a brow, a shit-eating grin crawling onto his face, “Too late,”  
YallMight: Rawr (*ΦωΦ*)
Aizawa could hear the screaming from here, though that was probably just Mic losing control at the unexpected response from the world’s Golden Boy for all that was good and pure.
Oh, if they only know how corrupting spending 145 years with mostly horny meme teenagers is.
Aizawa couldn’t breathe at this point, putting his head down on the table they shared, gasping for breath around his gales of laughter the stitch on his side pulling. Toshi looked way too pleased with himself, as his full belly laughter echoed around them. After a minute the taller man shifts and looks away, laughter drying up almost as quickly as it had started.
Aizawa squinted up at him, “What?”
“Should we let them think we’re dating?”
Shouta felt a slight flush crawl over his cheeks as he leaned across the table, “Aren’t we?”
Yagi relaxed at the words, “I… wasn’t entirely sure where we stood on that. You know how tricky emotions are in these loops.”
Aizawa shrugged because he knew the man was right. Sexualities and attractions seemed as fluid as everything else in the loops. He’s gone through marriage, dating, divorce, breakups, flings, and hookups at this point, whether he weathered them himself or just recalled them from the memories he received from each loop. He had been romantically involved with Hizashi, Nemuri, Tensi, Oboro, Emi, and even Yagi at one point or another.
In this timeline, however, he had been devoid of any romantic attachments, his timeline memories not recalling a single long term partner, and only a handful of one night stands. His emotional attachment for the kind, gentle, flawed man went beyond anything that resembled normal, but what in their lives was normal anymore, and he wasn’t going to deny that even in the timelines where he was straight the number one hero was attractive in both forms.
He would admit that this was a loop where his physical attraction was... fairly overwhelming.
Aizawa just grasped Toshinori's hand in his own instead of answering, earning a blinding smile that made his heart flutter. If the attraction is mutual then, why not allow themselves some happiness in this mess?
His phone pinged again, his Class chat text tone… That rarely bore good things if he was tagged in it.
Sonic : *MaybeWeWentTooFar?* @dadzawa @DadMight um help?
“I’m gonna kill them,” He sighed as he opened the picture of Monoma standing on what seemed to be an ice version of Pride rock, holding Nezu aloft while most of 2-A and 2-B were kneeling at the base.
“And having them all prank you before you remember them next timeline?” Toshinori teased, puffing up as he rose from his seat, “I don’t think so.”
The homeroom teacher sighed but silently agreed. Dying before graduation seemed to dump affected loopers earlier in the loop then everyone else. They could arrive anywhere from a few hours before everyone else, to years earlier and there didn’t seem to be a set reason for how long they were sent back.  After the first three times, the class seemed to come to a silent agreement to mess with each other as much as they could during the time they spent before everyone else remembered. Aizawa was still proud to say he had the best prelooping revenge on his problem children, even if it started accidentally.
“If I told Hizashi that we were engaged, what would you do?”
The sunflower man choked slightly at the out of the blue question, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he deflated once again.
Aizawa continued walking hiding his smile into his capture weapon as he neared the courtyard.
Yagi jogged slightly after him, already puffed back up, before offering a counter with a shit-eating twinkle in his eyes, “If you dodge the question until tomorrow I can have rings by morning.”
He slipped his hand into the other’s hands in his way of answering. They were practically married anyway, pretending to have a secret engagement wasn’t gonna be hard in the slightest. Toshi even came over enough that Eri probably not question it either, and it just gave them longer to be the happiest they could be during the loops.
His hair rose as he glared at Shinsou, capture wiping out to grab Nezu away from Monama as his grip slackened as the mind control faded from his system.
The whole courtyard whirled to look at them, and Aizawa notices too late how Midoriya’s eyes flash between him and Yagi, down to their hands and over to where Mic was still filming, a straight-up evil smirk flashing for barely a second before it was perfectly covered in a scandalized mask.
“OMG AIZAWA-SENSEI ARE YOU FUCKING MY DAD?!?!?”
Welp murder was outweighing the possible embarrassment of preloop pranks. Maybe he could bribe Dabi with those embarrassing pictures Toru had taken of Endeavor...
“Young Midorya!” All Might gasped, chopping his hand through the air similarly to how Tenya would do, “That is highly inappropriate! What my fiance and I get up to in our free time is our business and our business alone!”
Make that two murders.
Definitely two murders.
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Writing Commission - A Gift of Sunshine - Chapter 9 (Final)
One last note before I part with you all, but I actually have a little headcanon of my own that Shouta is Aizawa Adachi's reincarnation, hence why he and Hizashi managed to grow their bond as quickly as they did.
Summary: It is the worst day of fifteen-year-old Aizawa Shouta’s life when he trudges home after a failed entrance test to U.A. – the school made for heroes. His worst day abruptly turns strange, however, when he gets home to find a beautiful sword on his bed with a scroll attached that is addressed from his grandfather.
It turns out that his entire family was descended from a samurai (unsurprising considering he lived in Japan) and the sword was meant to help him become a hero. Shouta hadn’t been expecting the sword to talk, however, and he especially hadn’t expected the sword to have a voice as warm as sunshine itself.
It’s a long journey to become a hero like he wants, but Shouta has a feeling that he and Hizashi are going to do just fine.
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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    
Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Rating: Teen Audiences
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Staring at the fitfully sleeping little girl surrounded by nurses and doctors alike, Shouta finally let himself close his eyes and half-collapse against the wall he was up against as he let out a slow, deep breath, exhaustion seeping into him even deeper than before. The last few hours, Shouta decided, had felt far longer than they should have been. 
He didn’t let his eyes stay shut for long, though, prying them over and ignoring the dry itching and burning as he looked back into the room he was watching. Eri would be asleep for hours, if not an entire day, but she was there, at least. A kid with no home, no last name, and, until they had changed it, no future. Now she was free, alone, terrified of the world around, and had no knowledge of how it worked. 
Shouta only glanced away when he felt Hizashi return, something in him relaxing as his husband leaned against him, exhaustion lining every bit of him. For as much as he liked to insist that he didn’t have a ‘body,’ that didn’t stop him from being as exhausted as Shouta after their latest mission. 
“We finally got Togata back to his room,” Hizashi yawned, his usually cheerful voice dampened into something soft and tired. “It took a few good threats, but we finally threw him and his friends in a room together so they’d be a little more at ease after everything. They’re all doing okay and Togata should be fine in a few days, physically.” Physically. There was no telling how this loss was going to affect him mentally. “How’s our little princess?” 
“Resting.” Shouta shifted so Hizashi would be just a bit more comfortable, fingers lacing with his own a moment later. “She’s stable, but they’re debating putting her in a medical coma until they can be sure her body will recover from the strain she put her quirk through.” 
“At least she’s out of that place,” Hizashi said softly, Shouta not needing to look to know the man had his eyes closed and was a few minutes away from falling asleep altogether. “I checked on the other kids. I’m worried about Kirishima, right now, but all of them seem like they’ll be okay with no lasting damage after a few months of taking it easy.” 
Shouta sighed, not sure if he should relax or let his worry grow even more. “They might not have a few months to take it easy.” The world was only growing more dangerous, after all, and this mission proved that heroes were not the unstoppable force the public thought they were. “How’s-”
“Everyone is going to be fine, Starlight.” Hizashi cut him off softly, but with a firm edge to his words that was as sharp as his blade. “They’re in hell right now, but they’re all resting and taking time to process. There’s nothing you or I can do for them in this moment.”
Shouta muttered what he was half-sure was a swear, too tired to argue anymore as his eyes once again strayed to Eri’s face, scrunched up and unhappy even in her sleep. A child that young shouldn’t look so broken from the world around her, and Shouta had little doubt that her life would never be normal like she deserved; not with a quirk like hers. 
Having a quirk like Erasure or Brainwashing, quirks that could be seen as ‘villainous’ but had extraordinary potential and couldn’t, on their own, be dangerous, was one thing. Having a quirk like Eri’s, though… Having a quirk that was powerful enough to rid someone of their quirk or erase them from existence entirely? She would never be allowed to live a normal life. 
“Tensei this time, I think.” Startling at the broken silence as much as the words, Shouta finally looked away from Eri and down to Hizashi, who had his chin resting on Shouta’s shoulder and a fond, indulgent look in his eyes that didn’t fit the mood of the world they were in. “Don’t you think?”
“One day you’ll realize that what you think and what you say are two different conversations,” Shouta finally settled on, squeezing Hizashi’s hand. “What about Tensei?” 
“To act as a witness, of course!” Witness? Why would- Ah. “We could ask Nem, of course, but Tensei already let me know that if we didn’t ask him next time then he would disown us completely, which, yeah, he was pretty pissed to not be there when we adopted Hitoshi.” 
Silent as he stared down at Hizashi, who for all his cheerful joking looked completely serious about the idea of adopting Eri, Shouta finally closed his eyes and released a soft sigh. Hizashi’s words were wrapped up in a joke, but they were as heartfelt as the day he broached the topic of taking in their son. 
Two pro heroes, one of who was a sword that possessed people, and a teenager with enough emotional damage to fill several dozen books was not the typical sort of family a normal little girl would have, but… 
Finally smiling, Shouta leaned forward just enough to press a soft kiss to Hizashi’s forehead, pleased at the delighted hum he got in return. “Tensei works,” Shouta said softly, looking back to the sleeping little girl who deserved so much better. “Besides, Hitoshi seems like he would be a good big brother.”
Days later and Shouta decided that he had been underestimating Hitoshi’s ability to handle small children. 
Almost a week of talking, debating, and arguing had ended with the agreement that Eri, while unable to leave the U.A. campus until they could guarantee her safety and the control of her quirk, would become Shouta and Hizashi’s foster daughter for the foreseeable future. The agreement was finalized on the day Eri was to be released from the hospital and, as such, Shouta had dragged Hitoshi along to meet who would be his new little sister. He hadn’t expected Eri to have the kid wrapped around her finger by the end of the first ten minutes. 
“Is this what I sound like?” Hizashi, far too amused, was near beaming as he looked at where Hitoshi was sitting on Eri’s bed and jabbering on too fast for Shouta to keep up with. Eri, at least, seemed entertained, expression blank even as her eyes were bright and curious.
“When I bother to listen,” Shouta finally replied, trying to hide his smile at Hizashi’s dramatic whine beside him. “Hitoshi, don’t overwhelm her.” 
“Hey, I’m doing my heroic duty by warning her about who she needs to avoid once we’re back on campus.” Of course he was. The kid may have had a neutral expression on his face, but Shouta knew without a doubt that he was grinning like a little shit somewhere deep down inside of him. “Don’t worry, I already warned her which teachers to stay away from - and yes, I warned her about Kayama-sensei first.” 
Pausing for a moment to think about Nemuri’s reaction at Eri not wanting to be anywhere near her until they corrected the misunderstanding, Shouta nodded. As far as he was concerned, his kids making Nemuri’s life a living hell was karmic justice. “Make sure to warn her about Yagi, too.” Loud idiot would probably terrify her unless he had learned volume control since the last time Shouta had talked to him. 
“You’re so mean, Shou-chan. Hey, Hitoshi, kid, don’t forget to warn her about Snipe, too!” Rolling his eyes as Hitoshi finally broke and gave a loud laugh, Shouta was about to add another teacher before he paused because Eri was… looking at Hizashi. 
Wracking his memory for a moment where Eri had so much as touched the sword, and coming up with nothing, Shouta finally whispered a soft, “Hizashi, walk towards the other side of the room.” Hizashi, without even a pause or a question as to why, did so immediately. Eri’s gaze followed him the entire time. “Huh.” That was… unexpected.
“Hitoshi,” Eri’s soft, quiet voice filled the room, Shouta watching as she pointed directly at Hizashi, who looked as shocked as Shouta felt. “Who’s he?”
Hitoshi blinked, looking towards them both before looking back to Eri and recovering quickly with a cheerful, “That’s Aizawa Hizashi, the pro hero Present Mic. He’s going to be taking care of you along with Eraserhead.” 
Hizashi, back by Shouta’s side, made a noise that could have been called a startled laugh. “So that’s what I was feeling from her…” Shouta narrowed his eyes even as Hizashi’s grin grew. “Her blood is pretty strong. She-”
“If you say the words ‘magical heritage’ in relation to my kids one more time then I won’t be responsible for what I do.” Because there were many things that Shouta was willing to accept about the world, but he drew the line at magic. 
“Boo, Shou-chan, you’re no fun,” Hizashi whined, Shouta rolling his eyes before grabbing Hizashi’s hand and pulling him towards the bed, Eri looking at them once again, this time looking curious.
Shouta nudged Hizashi forward with a quiet, “Indulge me.” He was curious as to how Eri would react to someone that could be as energetic as Hizashi
Hizashi shot him a suspicious look but put on a cheerful smile anyways as he beamed down at Eri. “Hello there, little princess! You can just call me Hizashi, if you want, but I was one of the heroes there when you left that scary place. You probably don’t remember seeing me, but that’s okay. It was a busy day!” 
There was a look on Eri’s face that Shouta would almost call patient indulgence as Hizashi rambled, Hitoshi looking like he was trying not to laugh or fidget nervously as Eri seemed to decide something before she was sticking her hand out with a blunt, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“And it’s wonderful to meet you, Eri!” Hizashi reached his hand out with a sad little smile to attempt to wrap it around the girl’s own. “I’m a little different from others, though, sort of like you, so you might not…” Hizashi let his sentence trail off, gaze locked on where his hand looked to be securely wrapped around Eri’s own. It wasn’t until Eri gave the hand a firm shake that Shouta realized that they were touching. 
“You’re warm,” Eri stated simply, looking back to Hitoshi when the teen let out an incredulous laugh, one that Shouta almost mirrored because, well… He hadn’t been expecting that from their newest family member. 
“You know,” Hitoshi said cheerfully, “I always wanted a sister.” Their oldest kid was a brat, Shouta decided, but he would let it pass. Instead he just focused on digging out his phone before holding it out to Hizashi, who snatched it up in an instant, already jabbering on about calling Tensei and Nemuri. 
Eri, looking incredibly confused, looked up at Shouta with a frown. Shouta didn’t waste any time in taking a seat on the bed beside her, gently soothing her hair down, “Don’t worry about him, Eri. He’s silly.”
���That’s okay,” Eri said softly, something like the beginning of a smile flickering across her face. “I think I like silly.” 
Eri, Shouta decided, was going to fit into their family just fine. 
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Shoving down the deep sigh that had been building up for at least twenty minutes, Shouta shoved a hand under his glasses to rub at his eyes. He had known it when he first started out as ‘Eraserhead’ all those years ago, but now he was absolutely certain that paperwork was going to be what finally ended him. It was even worse with the fact he had stupidly let himself become a teacher which meant more paperwork and grading homework. 
Rubbing at his eyes until he could almost hear Recovery Girl yelling at him, Shouta finally adjusted on the couch he had taken over in their on-campus apartment and squinted back down at the batch of papers he had been grading, halfway through reading a response about the ethics of working with an expired hero license when the soft sound of Hizashi’s singing destroyed any hopes of his attention remaining on the paper. 
If he were being lenient on himself, it was the soft sound of Hizashi’s singing along with the not-so-distant clatter of food being prepared in the kitchen. For as limited as Hizashi’s ability to interact with the world had been, these days he could spend hours cooking in the kitchen and trying every recipe he set his mind to learning. While the food was delicious, the drawbacks included Nemuri and Tensei constantly trying to visit and their kids parroting Hizashi’s instructions of telling people that ‘a ghost made their lunches.’ 
It would be too easy to slink into the kitchen and bother Hizashi until Shouta forgot all about his paperwork and, while it sounded like a much better waste of time, there were only so many times Shouta could delay in finishing his work. His mind, however, seemed to be firmly fixated on finding a distraction because his focus almost immediately settled on his kids when he tried to ignore the kitchen. 
Hitoshi had joined him in his suffering and had been steadily working through his homework, but it seemed he had lost the fight long ago as his papers were scattered around him on the floor and ignored completely, instead focused on the smiling little girl chattering away in his lap as he brushed and braided her hair. 
Eri had long abandoned whatever had caught her interest for the day, it seemed, and had resorted to her favorite activity of listening to Hitoshi tell wild stories that had only the tiniest grain of truth in them - a habit that had Shouta making a mental note to whack Hizashi with his own sword when he found a free moment. 
Finally rallying his strength to look back at the papers in his lap, Shouta listened to the soft sounds of singing and cooking, the bright and happy laughter that was tumbling out of Eri, and Hitoshi’s wild stories that Shouta could only half understand. It all led to Shouta finally releasing the deep sigh he had been staving off before he was setting his work aside, slipping off the couch, and walking straight towards his husband. 
Shouta hadn’t even fully stepped into the kitchen before he heard a cheerful, “Oh? Finally escape the clutches of your work?” Hizashi was grinning softly at him, look warm and fond as Shouta didn’t hesitate to lean up against his back, tension draining out of him as he let Hizashi hold all of his weight. “That bad, huh?”
“I teach an ethics class for fifteen-year-olds,” Shouta responded, thinking of some of the answers from the students in his class alone. “They get stupider every year.” 
“Such a mean teacher,” Hizashi snorted, holding up a wooden spoonful of something that Shouta didn’t hesitate to taste. “Thoughts?” 
Shouta made sure to let the silence draw out until Hizashi started to fidget, immediately calming the man down with a soft kiss to his cheek, “It tastes amazing like everything else you cook, Sunshine.” 
“You’re absolutely awful,” Hizashi snorted, stealing a kiss of his own before going back to what he was doing, Shouta content to continue to lean against Hizashi and listen to the sounds of their kids laughing and talking from the other room. It was a big difference from the silent and cold apartment Shouta had grown up in before Hizashi had come into his life. “So, then? What’s weighing on your mind so heavily that it’s louder than me?”
Shouta gave a soft hum, letting the question linger in the air as he thought back to that one day where everything changed. Shouta, during what had been the worst day of fifteen-year-old life, had failed the U.A. entrance exam and had come home tired, bitter, alone, and with no one to so much as complain to - except then there had been a sword on his bed and a scroll tied to it neatly. 
That cold, empty apartment had practically vanished and instead Shouta had been constantly dragged about by an energetic voice that was as bright as sunshine. It wasn’t hard to see that Shouta’s life had a before and after, and the change of it all was Hizashi, the man who had been there with him every step of the way, getting into the hero course with him, becoming a pro hero with him, fighting by his side, and so much more. His life had been shaped by Hizashi, whether the other was aware of it or not. 
“I suppose… I just never thought I’d be here,” Shouta finally answered, because, well, that was the truth. Shouta, when thinking about his future, had never thought about having a job that he loved even while being constantly tired and frustrated by it. He had never thought that he would have two kids who he adored more than anything else. He had certainly never pictured a husband and a partner that he could no longer imagine his life without. “You know?” 
Hizashi, as with the first day and every day since, seemed to know exactly what he meant, the smile on his husband’s face softening to something that was beautiful to watch as he looked back at Shouta with nothing but content joy. “It’s pretty good, isn’t it?” 
“Yeah.” The kitchen was a mess of half-finished lunches and a dinner in progress, Hizashi was lightly swaying them in time to the music playing from the phone on the kitchen counter, Eri was near shrieking in laughter that echoed Hitoshi’s own bright laugh, and the world of heroes and villains and danger seemed so far removed from their little apartment with the four of them. “Yeah, it is.” 
His grandfather, as always, had been right. Hizashi had been his gift of sunshine long before he knew what that truly meant and Shouta half-wished that he could go back in time and tell his fifteen-year-old self what he now knew with every bit of him. 
It was a good future. 
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Writing Commission - A Gift of Sunshine - Chapter 6
Summary: It is the worst day of fifteen-year-old Aizawa Shouta’s life when he trudges home after a failed entrance test to U.A. – the school made for heroes. His worst day abruptly turns strange, however, when he gets home to find a beautiful sword on his bed with a scroll attached that is addressed from his grandfather.
It turns out that his entire family was descended from a samurai (unsurprising considering he lived in Japan) and the sword was meant to help him become a hero. Shouta hadn’t been expecting the sword to talk, however, and he especially hadn’t expected the sword to have a voice as warm as sunshine itself.
It’s a long journey to become a hero like he wants, but Shouta has a feeling that he and Hizashi are going to do just fine.
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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    
Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Rating: Teen Audiences
Word Count (Total): 35,935  
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It was impossible, Hizashi decided. He could try all he liked, but the task in front of him was one too impossible to ever surpass. Honestly, though, how was he not supposed to coo at all the new first year U.A. students! They were all so young and full of hope and eager, and Hizashi had no doubt that somewhere deep down in Shouta’s heart he felt the same feelings of care and hope for the students that Hizashi did - there was a reason for so many expulsions in such a dangerous school, after all. 
“Look at how cute they are, Shouta, they’re so tiny,” Hizashi grinned, leaning up against Shouta’s back and peering over his shoulder to watch them all scramble to complete Shouta’s frankly insane quirk assessment test that he did at the start of every year. Nezu had yet to stop him, though, and Hizashi was half-certain the principal was thinking of making the assessments mandatory. “I can’t believe that you were that tiny once.” 
“Your memory is going in your old age,” Shouta snorted, stealing a glance at him. “You looked just as young as I did when we met.” Mm, true, but Shouta had been much cuter. “So? What do you think?” 
“Well… you have quite a few supernatural descendants in this class-” Hizashi was unable to finish due to Shouta’s annoyed grunt, Hizashi’s words tripping their way into laughter because, really. For all that he and Shouta had seen, apparently he drew the line at supernatural creatures once being plentiful and real. “Look, say what you want about quirks, but some of these are mutated magical heritages-” 
Shouta tsked loud enough that a student or two looked over, seemingly terrified that they were ‘falling behind.’ It was adorable. Shouta seemed to find it amusing, at least, ‘glaring’ at the students until they were putting in even more effort. 
“Fine, fine, I won’t be mean.” There was plenty of time in the year to torment Shouta later, after all. “I think you have a strong class this year.” Hizashi looked around at the students, so many of them giving it their all already. The one that stuck out, though, was a plain looking boy with bright green hair and a broken finger that didn’t slow him down. “That Midoriya kid, though…” 
“Yeah,” Shouta grinned even as he tucked the smile away behind his binding cloth. “He has potential. Registered as quirkless when he was about five and then updated for a strength enhancement quirk within the last year. Interesting?”
“Very.” Hizashi let go of Shouta and moved to stand beside him, crossing his arms as he inspected the Midoriya kid. There was something… off about him. “Keep an eye on him, yeah? There’s nothing bad about him, and I’m not sure if I’m worried, but… there’s something.” 
Shouta gave a soft grunt, patting at Hizashi’s side for a moment before moving forward to declare the next test, Hizashi unable to help a laugh at all the groaning and complaining. They really were adorable kids. 
Looking back to the school, Hizashi raised his voice. “Yo, Shou! I’m gonna go check on Nem and see if we missed anything!” Hizashi waited until he was sure Shouta had heard him before he was turning on his heel, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to see the inside of the teacher’s lounge, empty beyond the teachers who didn’t have a homeroom – and also empty of Nemuri. 
Taking a moment to call his sword to hand from where it had been with Shouta, Hizashi frowned to himself before snapping his fingers as he remembered that Nemuri actually had a homeroom that year. Turning to leave, Hizashi paused behind Snipe and grinned before delightedly flipping his hat off, grateful for the fact he needed to be either by Shouta or by the sword for his ability to move physical objects instead of needing both.
After the hat fell Snipe’s swears were instant, Hizashi quickly sidestepping the swing, Snipe looking wildly around the room and snapping out a sharp, “Mic!” 
“Ah, so nice to have my work recognized,” Hizashi taunted, giving his sword a little waggle and letting it be seen by the other before he was disappearing just as Snipe’s gun jerked in his direction. It was far too fun to mess with their coworkers, some days, being the ‘elusive underground hero Present Mic.’ Honestly, it wasn’t his fault his social media handles were so popular. 
It was interesting, though, to see the speculation that surrounded his hero persona. The popular running theories were that he was either invisible or he had a possession quirk paired with a ‘frail body.’ Hizashi made sure to never confirm or deny anything, though. It was fun to watch them scramble as Shouta laughed. 
Settling in Nemuri’s classroom, which was 1-C this year, Hizashi made sure to appear behind the desk, sword hidden out of sight but close enough to Nemuri that she would be able to see and hear him as long as she had meditated that morning. Always one good way to check, though, “Honestly, Midnight, collecting conquests before the first day of school? How naughty.” 
Nemuri, bless her, didn’t even falter or startle or look up from the papers she was going through, voice too quiet for her students, but loud enough for him to hear, “Not all of us can be married to a stacked and rugged husband, dear.” 
“Mm, you’re right, I am spoiled,” Hizashi swooned, falling to sit on the edge of Nemuri’s desk as he thought of the golden rings on a chain around Shouta’s neck, always kept close after their, technically completely legal, wedding. Nezu and his ability to create Hizashi an entire legal identity was a delight, truly. The memory was enough to distract him that he almost missed the feeling of being stared at - almost. “Anything good from the new batch of students?” 
Nemuri hummed, looking up to see that most of the class were already on their phones or talking to friends, the classroom relaxed as it typically tended to be on the first day; Shouta’s class not included. “A few who I think have their hearts set on the Hero course, but nothing has really jumped out at me. Why?” 
“No reason,” Hizashi waved off, looking at a student near the back with soft lavender hair, exhausted red eyes, and who was looking in his direction with a small, confused frown. “Shouta is terrifying our new kids, still. We miss anything at announcements?” 
“That would require there being something new to say,” Nemuri laughed softly, Hizashi slipping off the desk and moving around to the other side of her to look over her shoulder, focused less on what she was doing and more on the student who had been looking at him. His gaze didn’t follow Hizashi, instead still staring at where he had been. “No snooping!” 
“I’m not, I’m not,” Hizashi lied, backing up a few feet and noticing there were still no new looks from the kid. “Hey, Nem, fill me in on the kid in the back there. Purple hair and red eyes.” 
Nemuri looked at him before rolling her eyes, muttering a soft, “I knew you were up to something.” She still flicked through her files, finally pulling out a sheet of paper that Hizashi eagerly looked at. “Why? Is something-?”
“No, not wrong. Just curious about something.” Shinsou Hitoshi. It looked like the kid had applied to the General Studies department but had been looking towards Heroics. Ah, but his quirk… Brainwashing. He knew he wouldn’t have passed the entrance exam, but there was always a chance to move up. Smart kid. 
There was also the fact he had a mental quirk that relied on connecting with open minds, it seemed like. No wonder he had been confused, the poor kid had probably felt Hizashi teleport in and had been knocked off guard by it. “Keep an eye on him for me, will ya? I’m curious to see what he does this year.” 
“You and Shouta are so weird,” Nemuri complained, Hizashi laughing as he moved back towards the sword. “Quite the pair you two make. Off to cause trouble?” 
“Oh, Nem,” Hizashi grinned, slow and pleased. “Always.” A brush of his fingers and the sword vanished to appear back with Shouta. Another step forward and Hizashi was back by Shouta’s side himself, the kids looking even more exhausted than before. “Yo! We didn’t miss much.” 
“Yet you look pleased by something anyways,” Shouta mumbled, a soft look in his eyes as he glanced to Hizashi. “What have you been doing now, Sunshine?” 
“Mm, nothing bad, Starlight,” Hizashi said softly, sneaking in a kiss to Shouta’s cheek and smiling at the barest hint of a flush he saw over the bridge of the man’s nose. “Let’s just say the school has some pretty interesting kids this year.” No matter what, the school year was going to be exciting. 
Then villains attacked their kids. 
It was supposed to have been a routine trip to the Unforeseen Simulations Joint to begin training the kids on how to prepare for events such as natural disasters or collapsed buildings, but Shouta hadn’t even managed to explain what they would be doing first before Hizashi felt a bolt of pure energy from behind them, spinning around even as Shouta’s hand snapped to the sword at his waist, words shouted back at the students at once, “Gather together and don’t move! Thirteen! Protect the students!” 
Hizashi pushed a breath out through his teeth, watching as dozens of people began to appear from the portal that had formed in the middle of the building. “I could be wrong,” Hizashi muttered, “But I have a feeling these aren’t teacher aids here to help us out.” 
Behind them Hizashi glimpsed one of the students take a single step forward, Hizashi ready to yell at them to stay put before Shouta beat him to it, barking out a harsh, “Don’t move!” The students scampered back at once, Hizashi hating the fear that flashed over their faces at Shouta’s soft, “Those are villains.” 
“They must have been behind the trespassing at the school the other day,” Hizashi muttered, moving to stand beside Shouta as the man tugged his goggles up to cover his eyes. “To manage to know when we’d be here, though… Dammit.” 
Either these villains were competent enough to get the information they needed in the few short minutes the gates had been down at the school yesterday, or there was a mole inside of U.A. itself. Hizashi wasn’t sure which option was more terrifying at that moment. 
Half listening to the students theorizing and already beginning to think like heroes, Hizashi looked to Shouta, voice soft, “I would need the sword to talk to Nemuri and tell her about this if communications are blocked. Can you last alone until I get back?” 
Shouta was silent for half a second before he was moving forward, binding cloth already beginning to float around him, “Thirteen, start the evacuation. Mic, get to the school and warn Midnight.” 
Hizashi caught the sword as it was tossed to him, letting the perception of the sword itself slip away from view, not listening to anything else before he was slipping away himself, steps stumbling as he landed in the staff room, breath knocked out of him. While pathwalking had always been simple once he mastered the trick, taking both himself and the sword over great distances was never easy. 
“Hizashi? I thought you and Shouta were running the USJ trip today for 1-A?” Nemuri was already half standing, expression twisted into worry before smoothing into seriousness. “What happened?” 
Bless Nemuri and her knowledge of them all. Hizashi took another moment to catch his balance before speaking quickly, “Villains are attacking the USJ.” This time, it was Nemuri who stumbled in her next steps. “Eraserhead has engaged and Thirteen has been ordered to evacuate the students. Communications seem to have been blocked, but I’m sure that one of our students will be attempting to contact you with their quirk, possibly two.” 
“Understood,” Nemuri said, hardly a moment wasted. “Can you get back to Eraserhead and provide backup?” The other teachers in the room were looking up, frowning at Nemuri or uneasily looking around the room; only a few seemed to realize something was horribly wrong. 
“Yes.” Hizashi would be tired as hell, later, but there was no way he was letting his husband fight alone in something like this. “Warn Nezu and gather all the teachers you can. This one isn’t going to be an easy fight, Nem.”
“When is anything ever easy with you two,” Nemuri managed, the tone of the joke falling flat, but Hizashi appreciated the attempt anyways before she was dashing out of the room. 
Hizashi gripped his sword tighter before taking a breath, closing his eyes, and running forward, skidding to a stop in the middle of the USJ and quickly taking in the situation, wishing he could tear his hair out when he saw just how quickly everything seemed to have fallen apart, his heart racing as the first thing he noticed were that his students were gone. 
There were no bodies, but half of them seemed to be gone, Thirteen injured to a possibly grave extent, and a number of unconscious villains on the ground that had no doubt been Shouta’s work. Shouta, standing in the middle of it all with skin missing from his elbow, Hizashi unable to even fully take in the sight before there was movement followed by Shouta’s fear. 
He moved before he could even think, Hizashi slipping through Shouta’s shields and taking over control at once, sword disappearing from his hand into Shouta’s before he was spinning around and blocking the hit before getting distance at once, gritting their teeth at the pain radiating from Shouta’s elbow. It didn’t hurt him like it did Shouta, but for Hizashi to already feel so much pain from it… 
“Oh? Looks like a Player Two entered the fight… You must be Present Mic.” Turning around to face the one who had spoken, Hizashi felt Shouta, frazzled and hurt and shaken, pressing against him, whispering the information he needed softly, information that spoke of a quirk that could disintegrate. A quirk that had caused them harm. This man would pay for that. “I’ve heard about you. Thought you were a myth.” 
Hizashi didn’t bother to respond, instead letting their gaze slip over to the beast that had almost attacked Shouta. It was an attack that would have severely hurt him if not killed him, Hizashi shuddering as he felt something dark. This creature could only be the result of quirks, but looking at it… 
There was something not human about it. There was something wrong about it. Hizashi looked at the creature and he remembered blood-soaked days, merciless decisions, and creatures that had once roamed the land and done nothing but kill. It was an image from his past that he had never wanted to see again, and here it was in front of them and threatening their kids. 
“Oi, oi, it’s no fun when you don’t talk back.” Sliding their gaze to who appeared to be the one behind the army that had attacked them, Hizashi let their lips curl up in disgust. 
“I have no words for a child playing at being king.” Hizashi tightened their grip on their sword, shivering as he felt the backlash of pain between them. Five minutes, if that, and Shouta had already managed to almost lose use of an arm - and possibly the arm itself. These people were too dangerous. These creatures were too dangerous. 
“King, huh?” The villain scratched at his neck, fingers slipping between the preserved hands pressed against his skin. Spirits clung to those hands and Hizashi felt sick at the implications of what this child could have done to have death cling to him like it was nothing. “That sounds like fun… Ah, but you’re not the one I’m after, today. Nomu, get rid of him.” 
The creature - the demon - moved faster than reflexes should ever allow for, Hizashi snapping the sword up to block an attack before fingers could close around their throat, instead letting them curl around the blade of the sword before dodging a shot from the other fist, grinning and taunting with a low, “Is that all you can do?”
“Careful,” Shouta said softly from within his mind, Hizashi fighting back a wave of worry at how weak the connection between them felt - then again, Hizashi would be close to losing consciousness himself if the skin had been distingrated from his elbow. “This isn’t like anything we’ve faced before.” 
“No, this isn’t anything like you’ve faced before,” Hizashi replied simply, tightening their grip before slipping their sword free and catching another fist thrown at them, Hizashi using the moment to make the blade sing, grinning fiercely at the shriek of sound that had even the demon recoiling, stumbling in some broken mirroring of pain. 
“End it quick. The other one has a portal quirk and already sent some of the kids scattering. There’s a possibility there’s more than this main group of villains that arrived, and if that’s true…” Fuck, as if there wasn’t already enough reason to be panicking. 
A tug of his abilities and they slipped from one space to another, falling through the air and bringing their sword down into what would be a fatal blow just shy of the spine. It didn’t work. Instead the demon twisted as if it’s spine wasn’t even there, catching the sword once more and moving faster than a human eye could follow - but not faster than a sword could react. 
For as much as Shouta called him human, Hizashi knew when he wasn’t, and he was thankful for that as he slipped through spaces once more, this time attempting to bring the sword down on the child behind this. Hizashi wasn’t overly surprised when he managed to stop it, but Shouta’s quirk kept any harm from possibly coming to the blade. 
“Oh, you’re dangerous, aren’t you?” Even now there was no fear in that tone of voice or those eyes, only a madness that reminded Hizashi of those early days, trapped in a sword that screamed for blood. Blood, he had a feeling, was going to be easy to get. “Sensei told me about you, you know. A cursed blade, huh?”
“Focus,” Shouta snapped, Hizashi gritting their teeth as some of his bloodlust eked away, Shouta’s voice, as always, keeping him focused on what he needed to do. “This was planned. They know us and what we can do.” 
Their eyes burned from the use of Shouta’s quirk and Hizashi disengaged and forced them away at once, stealing a quick blink and dodging the expected attack that followed. The child had figured out Shouta’s tells, then… dangerous. “If you manage to still breathe after today you should tell your sensei that I’m impressed,” Hizashi grinned, gripping their sword more tightly. “Not many know of cursed blades, these days.” 
“Sensei knows a lot. Sorry, you’re fun, but I don’t have time for this,” the child grinned, that look of madness shining clearly as he tilted his head. “Nomu.” Shouta’s shouted warning came a beat too late. 
This time, Hizashi didn’t see it move, instead staring with wide eyes at the giant fist wrapped around the splintering steel of a sword that had survived for hundreds of years. It was almost funny. Hizashi had long ago stopped thinking about being able to die, and now he was watching as their sword - his sword (him) - shattered beneath a creature that should no longer exist in the world. 
A twist of his world and Hizashi gasped for breath he no longer had, staring into Shouta’s horrified eyes as shards of steel tumbled to the ground with hardly a sound. For the first time in centuries Hizashi remembered what it was to once again feel cold. 
“Hizashi-!” 
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Writing Commission - A Gift of Sunshine - Chapter 5
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Summary: It is the worst day of fifteen-year-old Aizawa Shouta’s life when he trudges home after a failed entrance test to U.A. – the school made for heroes. His worst day abruptly turns strange, however, when he gets home to find a beautiful sword on his bed with a scroll attached that is addressed from his grandfather.
It turns out that his entire family was descended from a samurai (unsurprising considering he lived in Japan) and the sword was meant to help him become a hero. Shouta hadn’t been expecting the sword to talk, however, and he especially hadn’t expected the sword to have a voice as warm as sunshine itself.
It’s a long journey to become a hero like he wants, but Shouta has a feeling that he and Hizashi are going to do just fine.
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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    
Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
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Staring down at the mounds of disorganized paperwork in his lap, Shouta idly bit down on his pen and wondered, if he bit hard enough to break the pen and swallow some of the ink, if that would be enough to relieve him of having to deal with the stress of what would surely be his death. Forget villains and falling buildings, it would be the paperwork that would kill him in his career as a pro-hero. 
“My, my, what a terrifying scowl, Eraserhead!” Twitching at the words that might as well have been purred out, Shouta glanced up to see ‘Midnight’ and ‘Present Mic’ cheerfully waving at him from his doorway, Nemuri holding Hizashi’s sword in one hand and a bag of take-out in the other. He regretted the day he gave his friends keys to where he lived. “Aw, aren’t you happy to see us? See, see, we even brought you back dinner!”
Shouta managed to withhold his growl, instead turning back to his paperwork with a silent vow that he would burn it, his apartment, and everything inside to the ground if the police so much as lost a single piece of paper once he turned it in; hell, he’d burn the police station down, too. Plus Ultra, and all. 
“Shouta, please tell me you’ve actually slept instead of just doing paperwork,” Nemuri was striding over with a very no-nonsense Tensei attitude, dropping Hizashi’s sword into his lap before starting to open and spread out the multiple containers of food that was far too much for two people. “You’re supposed to be resting or else that broken leg of yours is never going to heal!”
“I don’t need rest. I need to get this work done,” Shouta grunted, adjusting the sword to where he was still free to do his paperwork even as he felt Hizashi’s arms curl around his shoulders, a single glance up showing the man smiling down at him. 
Hizashi had ‘changed’ into simple clothing that looked soft and easy to move in and his hair, as well, was down out of its ‘hero style’ and lightly pulled out of his face, glasses low on the bridge of his nose; which was still ridiculous. Why did a spirit need glasses? Right. Shouta was getting distracted. He made sure to refocus by glaring at Hizashi with a muttered, “You don’t even start.”
“Aw, what’s wrong, Starlight?” Instead of Nemuri’s over-the-top and sexual tone that coated her purred out words, Hizashi’s was always so much softer and more genuine, the words near whispered against his cheek. The pressure was never anything that could be mistaken as another person touching him, but it was never devoid of warmth, either. It was also just… Hizashi. “Are you still upset Nem and I had to take over?”
“According to what the police are constantly telling me, you don’t legally exist,” Shouta complained, relaxing into Hizashi’s soft hugs and kisses as Nemuri fluffed his pillows, which had been fine, before starting to shove food at him. “I have a broken leg and an appointment with a healer’s quirk tomorrow. Stop fussing.” 
“I am not fussing,” Nemuri frowned, the lie said as if she truly believed it. “Is that why you’re so wound up? Just say you teamed up with me and Present Mic for this one and be done with it!” 
“You do know that a lot of heroes don’t know if ‘Present Mic’ is even real or not, don’t you?” Shouta felt a swat to his side that made him flinch before he was glaring at Hizashi again, who gestured for him to eat. “You need to stop possessing other pros when they show up on a crime scene.”
“Good luck with that,” Nemuri muttered ‘quietly,’ Shouta throwing her a glare of her own as the woman grabbed her own food and squirmed around on the couch to be able to both touch the sword and not touch his broken leg.
Hizashi, meanwhile, was whining again, “What? No! Shouta, baby, please, it’s not my fault that all of our co-workers are essentially idiots and can’t be bothered to listen to a decent plan without ego getting in the way.” While Nemuri snorted hard enough that it no doubt had hurt, Shouta hid his own laughter with a couple bites of food. “Technically, I do legally exist since I was born in this country. It was just, uh… a long time ago.” 
“Unless you can find a birth or death certificate, I don’t think telling them that will help,” Shouta sighed, unable to help the smile he could feel forming when Hizashi pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. “How was the raid? I assume it went fine since neither of you are complaining about dying.” 
Then again, all of Shouta’s friends were idiots. Tensei had broken an arm and continued to fight for a full two hours before he had even noticed what had happened - the same Tensei who had cried when getting a papercut a few weeks back, as Shouta recalled. All in all, he wouldn’t be surprised if his idiots were actively dying while acting like everything was fine. 
Hizashi, at least, knew him too well as always, already giving a quiet laugh even as he answered. “We’re fine, Shou-chan. Besides, you know I’d forcibly control Nem and take her to the hospital if I thought she needed it.” 
“Hey! You said you’d never possess me without consent unless it was an emergency,” Nemuri accused, dramatic ‘heartbroken’ tone to her words that sounded fake as could be. It was enough to make Hizashi flounder, though, Shouta doing nothing beyond watching his boyfriend make excuses and reassure an ‘inconsolable’ Nemuri. He honestly wasn’t sure if Hizashi bought it, or if he had too much fun playing along to the drama; either one was believable with these two. 
All their dramatics gave Shouta time to focus back on his paperwork, though, managing to finish off another sheet along with another few bites of food as he thought over the problem that was teaming up with ‘Present Mic.’ 
While Hizashi technically had a hero license due to Nezu’s meddling and some very bemused scorers for the actual test they had taken, they were still left with the problem that Present Mic wasn’t ‘real’ to most people. Hizashi’s license kept them from being declared villains-in-the-making due to all the possession that took place during their fights, but, to Shouta’s knowledge, all the police stations in over a dozen prefectures despised their teamwork and methods.  
Getting Hizashi registered as Present Mic had started as Shouta just wanting to make sure Hizashi was given the proper credit he was due, as the two of them really did work as a duo in their careers now, but it had ended up as one large headache; especially with the gaggle of pro-hero children who seemed to think that they were being mind controlled even after their ‘team ups.’ 
“If you keep scowling like that then eventually it’s gonna stick,” Hizashi teased, patting at Shouta’s cheek and laughing when Shouta swatted him off. “C’mon, it’s not that bad! Legally they can’t do shit to us, after all.” 
“Legally they can make my life a living nightmare with the paperwork they give me and then ‘lose,’” Shouta snorted, reaching for another container of food absently and starting in on that one as well, idly wondering if he should ask Nezu if there were any plans to turn the entire system digital once and for all. Then again, his work would probably just be deleted out of spite. “Maybe we should prove a point and burn one of the stations down.”
“You just need to smile through it, Shouta,” Nemuri sighed, as if she wasn’t rising in popularity and already had a devoted following for her hero image. “Oh! That reminds me! Your agency’s publicist contacted me earlier today!” 
“Megumi-san? Why does she have your number?” It wasn’t unheard of for publicists to have some heroes get in contact with others depending on patrol schedules and timing, but that was only if the heroes worked for the same agency. “Is something wrong?”
Nemuri grinned and Shouta felt mildly scared at the same moment Hizashi’s arms tightened around him. “She wanted me to remind you boys that you have an interview tomorrow.”
“Ah. I’m not going.” Shouta took another bite of food, chewing slowly and savoring Nemuri’s shocked and offended expression. Leave it to a media hero to be offended at the idea of avoiding them. “My leg is broken.” 
“That’s why Megumi-san contacted me to let me know that your interview was rescheduled to be after your appointment which, like you said earlier, will heal your leg up the rest of the way.” Humming to show he had heard, Shouta idly wondered if breaking another leg would be considered a sign of madness. “And, since I’m such a good best friend, I’ll even be escorting you from the hospital to the station!”
There was a little snicker from Hizashi and Shouta would have thrown the rest of his food in the spirit’s face if it wouldn’t just go through him and stain the carpet. As it was, Shouta made sure to pinch his side until he earned an unflattering yelp. “Aw, c’mon, Shou-chan! This is a great opportunity to present a better image for underground heroes - you won’t even be on television! It’s just for a magazine!” 
“What part of underground hero do you two still not get? I’m not supposed to be known at all, let alone out and doing interviews like some ranked hero who never learned that this job is about more than just a pretty smile.” His friends, horrible creatures that they were, didn’t even give his speech anything beyond an eyeroll. They could burn when Shouta set fire to the police station, he decided. “It’s a bad idea.”
“Just let Hizashi take over if you’re so worried about it,” Nemuri sighed, waving her chopsticks lazily as if that wasn’t the worst idea in the world. “He, at least, is good at dealing with the media.”
Shouta laughed at that, unable to help himself as he half-grinned at Nemuri, “Are you kidding? Half the time it’s him who’s pushing me to let loose on the media because they’re ‘trespassing on a crime scene.’”
“Well, that is true,” Nemuri admitted. “But he’s better at acting like he likes the media, unlike you, who does nothing whatsoever to hide his disdain.” Shouta hummed, finishing off the last bite of food as spitefully as he could manage. “Look, it’s just one short interview about life as an underground hero. You’ll be in and out in under an hour at most.” 
“It’s a good chance at getting underground heroes seen in a better light,” Hizashi pointed out, a hand running through Shouta’s hair in a gesture that almost had him melting. “I think it’ll be good.” 
Ah, well… If Hizashi wanted to do it then Shouta supposed that was that. “If you’re underground you shouldn’t be in any light,” Shouta complained one last time, knowing that the other two knew he had given in just by their grins. 
Still, an hour talking about underground heroes was something he could handle well enough. Really, Shouta was sure it wouldn’t be that bad. 
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Shouta, with as much hatred, annoyance, and sheer panic as he could muster, clearly and loudly thought the words, This is your fault. 
“If we wanna get technical here, it’d be our publicist’s fault,” Hizashi grumbled, sitting on the arm of the armchair Shouta had been forced into the moment he stepped in the room he had been directed to for his interview.
After everything had been explained, Shouta had expected a frazzled intern with too many things to do and too little time on their hands to bother asking too many questions. Instead his interview was being conducted by someone with over a decade of experience, eyes that felt like they were waiting for him to slip up, and a recording device that had been on since the moment he walked into the room. 
“You think we could get this chick to sign up for recon at the agency,” Hizashi half-mumbled to himself, Shouta taking small solstice in the feeling of Hizashi leaning against his side and arm and staying close by. “She’s fucking ruthless and I feel like half of ‘em would love her.”
The interviewer, Tanaka, was shuffling through what looked like a plan of attack in bullet point format after Shouta had vaguely explained the differences between acceptable risks and levels of violence and how it changed between ‘media’ heroes and those who worked underground. Tanaka had shown no expression and Shouta was half-wondering if he and his entire agency would be sued. 
“So, Aizawa-san, it’s said that you’re officially registered as part of a hero duo with the hero ‘Present Mic,’ but research shows that there’s no record of him beyond a registered hero license dated the same as yours. Care to elaborate?”
Deciding the answer ‘not really’ wouldn’t be sufficient, Shouta tried to relax as he gave a calm answer, “Present Mic and I went to school together at U.A. and formed a duo after we graduated. He’s a more private person than I am, so it’s unsurprising there’s not much information on him.” 
Hizashi, at least, found Shouta’s comment about him being ‘private’ as amusing as Shouta thought it was, laughing where Shouta wasn’t able to. “I’ll remember you said that so I can have you back me up next time Tensei yells at me for oversharing.” 
“And what of the rumors that your partnership is a romantic one and that you two have been together since your school days?” Tanaka remained completely serious and Shouta took a moment to force himself to stay blank and calm even as Hizashi sputtered beside him, Shouta wanting to do much the same. 
“May I ask as to where these rumors originated beyond any base speculation?” Because, yes, alright, every hero fan assumed that all hero duos were romantic at one point or another in their lives if they weren’t siblings, but for an interviewer to just come out and ask? Shouta wasn’t sure if anyone besides Tensei, Nemuri, and possibly Nezu even knew that he and Hizashi were together. Well, Shukuchi might have, but Shouta was sure his former mentor had done his best to pretend they hadn’t been together. 
“It’s been a matter of speculation for quite some time in the pro hero circles, especially those that surround underground heroes. I was wondering if you would be able to confirm any of these rumors or lay them to rest.” Hizashi was right. Tanaka was ruthless. 
“Tell her that you’re dating your sword. She might be freaked out enough to end the interview early so we can finally leave,” Hizashi snickered, Shouta doing his best to not glare at him or give in to the urge to pinch him. 
As it was, he took a moment to center himself before trying to appear as relaxed as possible, leaving his answer at a simple, “No.” 
“I see.” Ah, so no was the wrong answer. Good to know for the future, he supposed. “Continuing on with the subject, do you feel comfortable being in a relationship as a pro hero?” 
“Yes, I feel comfortable with the possibility of being in a relationship, and many other heroes will say the same. While as an underground hero I’m afforded more secrecy and protection, other heroes have been taught and learned how to separate their civilian life and their hero life in order to have normal, healthy           relationships.” 
Hizashi gave a snort of laughter, nudging at Shouta, “I’m sure Nezu will be proud to know his favorite student remembered all of his lectures by heart.” The urge to shove him off the chair was overwhelming. 
“Yet statistics have shown that relationships involving heroes often fail and last no longer than six months to a year, and these numbers only shrink when it comes to underground heroes and the secrecy involving their work. What do you think about this?” 
“Jesus,” Hizashi muttered, no doubt feeling the same disgust Shouta was. “It’s always about the fucking romance angle, isn’t it? Isn’t she supposed to be asking you about, you know, hero work?”
Shouta mumbled a near voiceless, “She’s supposed to.” before speaking normally. “I think that relationships require work and communication no matter the circumstances.” 
A gleam entered Tanaka’s eye and Shouta felt something like ice slide into his veins even as he made a note to yell at Megumi later. “So, you’re saying you condone lying to your partner as that’s what’s required of pro hero relationships.” 
“Shouta,” Hizashi half-sang, something sharp and dangerous in his tone as Shouta felt the man’s hand curl around his wrist. “Shouta, you should let me take over for a few minutes.” Shouta was half-tempted, but he was pretty sure yelling at an interviewer would be better than cutting her open with a sword. 
“In no capacity did I say that lying to one’s partner is required for a relationship in which one party is a pro hero. There are some things that can’t be shared such as case details, yes, but I doubt your partner needs to know about the drug ring you’re tracking in order to feel secure in the relationship.” 
“But at one point or another lying would simply have to come into play. You yourself mentioned in this interview that being an underground hero is dangerous work, and that there’s always the chance that those around you will be in some form of danger.” 
Shouta could feel Hizashi mentally pushing at him, desperately wanting to take over and say his own piece. Shouta calmly brushed the mental presence away, standing up at the same time before catching Tanaka’s gaze and not letting go. 
“As surprising as this might come to someone like you, a relationship can exist without the need for lies and secrecy, as both myself and my partner of five years can testify to. If that will be all, Tanaka-san, I have work to do.” 
Shouta was already out the door and slamming it shut behind him before he had to listen to that woman’s voice for any longer, anger carrying him all the way back to their apartment before Shouta was dropping onto the couch and scrubbing a hand down his face, along with a muttered, “Megumi is going to kill us for this.” 
There was no answering remark or comment and that realization alone had Shouta darting up, hand closing tight around the sheath of the sword as he quickly looked around for Hizashi who… was staring at him. Silently. 
Taking a moment to make sure neither of them were dying and Shouta hadn’t said something worthy of the silent treatment, he finally broke the silence with a quiet, “What’s wrong, Sunshine?” Because it was possible that after all of that Hizashi was even more upset than he was.
“No- No, no, it’s nothing bad, I just- I didn’t-” Hizashi floundered, somehow still soft and quiet even as another part of him seemed overwhelmed and manic. “I… I knew you cared I just didn’t know… I never thought you’d admit you cared to anyone who didn’t know, let alone a reporter. I mean, I’m- I’m not exactly, you know- It’s not like it counts.”
Hoping he was wrong about what Hizashi’s fumbling words could mean, Shouta stood up slowly and moved until he was in front of Hizashi, cutting off the man’s panicked pacing. “‘Zashi. I can’t answer any questions you have if you can’t tell me what those questions are. What doesn’t count?”
“Us! We don’t count!” Hizashi looked a few seconds away from crying and Shouta felt as if the air had been stolen from his lungs. “I’m nothing more or less than a ghost, Shouta, whatever happens between us is just- It’s nothing!”
Hizashi’s shout seemed to ring the air for what felt like an eternity, Shouta taking a slow, calm breath before he did something stupid like throw the sword out the closest window. He loved his boyfriend deeply, after all, even if he was the biggest idiot within all of Japan. 
“Alright, then.” Taking another step closer towards Hizashi, Shouta narrowed his eyes when he saw the man take a stumbling step back. That alone, more than anything else, spoke volumes. “Tell me, while looking me in the eye, that our relationship means nothing to you.” 
A flash and, like always, the manic and panicked energy seemed to leave Hizashi all at once, Shouta’s arms opening at once as Hizashi fell into them with a muffled sob that hurt more than anything else. It hurt because they had been together for years and Shouta still hadn’t seen just how unsure Hizashi was in what they were to each other. 
“You’ve been getting caught up in your head, Sunshine,” Shouta said softly, running a hand through Hizashi’s hair and unable to stop the soft joy and awe he felt as it slid through his fingers. So many years of being able to touch and he still wasn’t over it. “Why are you really so upset? Because I mentioned I had a partner?” 
Hizashi managed to cut off what sounded like another forming sob, instead replacing it with a choked off, “Yes.” Shouta felt Hizashi’s nails dig into him, frantic and terrified. “Of course I’m upset, Shouta, because you saying that to someone like her makes it real.” 
Pulling back after a bit of a struggle, Shouta cupped Hizashi’s cheek with his free hand at once, frowning at the tear stains and red-rimmed eyes and shuddering breaths. For as much as he claimed he was nothing more than a ghost, Hizashi was the most human out of all of them. “And? Why does that make you upset? I need you to explain it to me, Hizashi. Why-”
“Because that means it’s only going to hurt more when you’re gone.” The words had Shouta snapping his mouth shut, surprised due to the sheer fact that Hizashi rarely, if ever, talked about what would happen after Shouta was… gone. “I love you so much, Shouta, so much that most days it hurts. I’ve never felt like this before and I know that one day, no matter how far away, I’ll lose this feeling-”
“No.” For once, Shouta’s mouth moved first, logic the furthest thing from his mind. “That’s… No. That’s not how it’s going to work.” Shouta leaned their foreheads together gently, smiling even as he saw Hizashi’s confused expression. “That’s not what’s going to happen because no matter what I’ll never… I’ll never stop loving you.” Emotions were never Shouta’s strong suit, but for Hizashi… He could always be strong for Hizashi. “Will you ever stop loving me-?”
“Of course not!” The enraged squawk had Shouta bursting into laughter, unable to stop himself from leaning in to kiss Hizashi softly, tasting the reluctant smile more than anything else. 
“Then how are you going to lose this feeling?” Shouta asked softly, feeling embarrassment squirm around inside him as Hizashi’s grief faded for a soft awe that Shouta had only ever seen directed at him. “I’ll be gone one day, and it’s not always going to be easy, but for right now… I’m here. I’m here and I love you.” 
Hizashi gave another choked cry, Shouta feeling the helpless smile on his face as he looked at this man he was so ridiculously in love with. “Do you think that’ll be enough, Sunshine?” 
“What the hell, Shouta, you can’t just do that we’ve talked about this! You know what happens when you get like this! You get emotional and then I get emotional and-” It was impossible to stop his laughter at Hizashi’s complaints, Shouta finally letting him go with one last kiss before heading towards the bedroom.
“Come on, drama queen, let’s get some rest before our next patrol. If we’re lucky we have at least a week before Nemuri finds out what I said in that interview and comes after me.” Nemuri would probably try to make their relationship ‘public,’ nevermind how she would manage to do something like that. Shouta wouldn’t put it past the witch. 
“Excuse you, I am not- Your phone is buzzing.” Pausing to glance back, Shouta looked around before noticing his phone on the couch where it had no doubt fallen out of his pocket, buzzing with text message after text message. 
“So it is.” Shouta would deal with it after his nap. “Come on. Nap time.” There was a snort of laughter that Shouta graciously chose to ignore. 
“Oh! It’s Nem!” Of course it was the witch. She had probably felt Shouta thinking poorly of her. “She’s asking about the… interview…”
Hearing the trailing silence and feeling a jolt of emotion that was almost enough to knock him off his feet, Shouta was spinning around and getting ready for anything, gaze quickly finding Hizashi, who was standing next to the couch with Shouta’s phone in his hand. 
“Hizashi? What’s wrong? What happened?” It was possible Nemuri had been texting about an emergency, but she would typically call, in that case. The emotion had definitely come from Hizashi, but Shouta had no idea what it was about when Hizashi was doing nothing more than standing there and staring down at… at Shouta’s phone that he was holding. “Oh.” 
Shouta scratched at his cheek for a moment, staring at Hizashi holding a physical object which, in their hard-learned experience, should be impossible. Finally, after what felt like too long, Shouta nodded to himself. 
“Come to bed and take a nap with me and I’ll let you pretend to be me when you text her. We’ll see how long it takes her to realize it’s you.” Shouta was once again heading towards the bedroom, smiling as he heard Hizashi’s loud laughter following after him. All in all, Shouta supposed he wouldn’t yell at Megumi too badly.
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