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lukamalak999 · 2 years

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Present mic x male student reader comfort

Tw selfharm, depression and anxiety

This is my first official fanfic that isn't a repost, I've tried searching for so many angsty platonic fics for mic and can't really find any so I hope you enjoy this :D

Y/n pov

Things were getting bad again, that restless feeling in your chest that takes over your mind and body, the one that makes you unable to concentrate or think. My brain is so loud and nothing will help or make it stop,,, I just want everything to stop, I'm worthless. Most people can handle this and get on with life. But me hahaha no of course not. I'm just me...

"l/n hello are you listening to anything Im saying, cmon listener this is important, why don't you stay after class"

"ugh of course, I know exactly whats gonna be said. Your missing out on a lot of work, your gonna fail the hero course. Typical y/n"

"hey l/n you doing okay? your shaking really bad"

"uh yeah I'm fine midoriya thanks for worrying I appreciate it but don't worry about me... Please"

TIMESKIP TO AFTER CLASS

Slowly everyone eventually left the room with just me and mic sensei sat in an uncomfortable silence

"hey listener I'm really concerned with your wellbeing at the moment, your not concentrating, your normally on top of your game your amazing in this class what happened son"

Son...

"I can't do this" I stand up and bolt to the dorms as fast as I could running past aizawa sensei on the way

"l/n you ok"

"leave me alone I need to go"

As soon as I get to the dorms I use all my will power to climb the stairs to my room, the relief I feel as soon as I'm alone has been the peak of my day,,, but. I'm fed up I can't do this, all the questions, no answers, all the fucking worrying from people pretending they care why can't I just be normal, maybe I'll be reborn as something better than this

I slowly and carefully write a specific note for each person in class including Mr aizawa and mic sensei...

I get to the last note in big letters it says "for present mic my inspiration and dad I never had"

I pack them up in envelopes, the time must be past 1 so I up and left my dorm to post these notes to everyone in my class the last door being aizawa and mics shared room.

It's like I'm moving in slow motion I'm unaware of what I'm really doing but I know I want this, this is what my life has set out for me and I know this is right

I wondered into my bathroom and grabbed the used razor

I started cutting....

3 months clean for nothing

Cutting over white clean scars I never thought Id stoop this low

Deep and deeper until everything went black

Present mic pov

"Hey listener what's the note about I just wanna know your ok" why won't the kid answer I hope he hasn't done anything dumb

But nobody came.....

"I need shouta"

"sho sho somethings wrong with the listener you need to help me get their door open, I think they might have done something bad"

"what are you kidding I thought something was up today,,, why didn't you say anything"

"I thought they might've needed a bit of space"

"that's the last thing they needed, move let's go"

Shit shit shit I hope they're ok and haven't done anything stupid, please just be asleep I love you son....

Third person pov

Aizawa sprints full force into the door and it bursts open, y/n is nowhere to be seen, the only signs of life are a small light peeking from underneath the bathroom door. Both men share a glance of concern to eachother and bolt to the door. The sight they see is something they shall never forget

Y/n lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood, pale and cold no signs of life remain in his face but mic would never give up on someone. As a hero and a teacher this was his job, he cared about this young boy like a parent would, he couldn't give up now.

Both the teachers ran to their unstable student and checked for any signs of life. A small pulse was found and they knew they could help him.

Aizawa grabbed the first aid kits all the kids had in their rooms for occasions like this and started to stitch the wounds up

TIMESKIP

Y/n was stable recovery girl had to come and heal the smaller cuts and give him blood, the young boy had lost so much but he just needed to rest.

Mic was distraught holding his chest as if he were about to have a heart attack just from the sight of the young boy, he could've stopped this if he would've stopped him from leaving this thought wouldn't leave his head

After recovery girl fixed the child up, mic refused to leave, holding his hand through everything, one had in his h/c locks just wanting to see him smile and enjoy his life and family once more

Mic knew the situation y/n had been through and little did the young boy know his biological father was the one sat with him in this moment of time, the boy didn't know, he was only young when his mother passed so he never knew of his father, would he ever realize that the person he saw so fatherly was truly his one and only dad.

NEXT MORNING

Y/n awoke to a weight on his arm...

"mic sensei what happened??"

Y/n shook the older man wanting him to explain what happened the night before, did he really try and kill himself

Mic awoke with a jolt and immediately saw the confusion in y/n's eyes, mic explained everything about what happened the night before

The young boy broke down not knowing what to say or do but mic just held him whispering comforting words into his hair.

"your gonna be ok, I've got you we are all here for you, yeah?"

"don't worry shhhhh it's ok nobody's angry we love you"

"I've got you listener, your dad's here"

It slipped out the word he had been waiting to say since he saw the boy at the exam

"wh...at?" Y/n sniffled

"I never told you because I was scared but you y/n yamada are my son, you always have been"

Mic stated as he wiped the stray tears away from the boys face

Y/n broke down into a stream of sobs and desperate cries of relief, after years of searching he'd finally found the man who was there for him as a baby, who had never left, he just could never remember his face

All the memories came rushing back to him and he jumped from his bed and held his dad

Mic gently held the back of his head and rocked him into a deep sleep, lowly humming a song from his childhood

"we can be a family again, I love you so much my son and I'll be here with you through anything now sleep my sweet listener dad's got you"

Hope you enjoyed my first fic, pretty bad lol but I'd really enjoy some feedback and constructive criticism to make me a better writer because I really enjoyed writing this, I rarely see mic fics around so I wanna add to the community, love you all look after yourselves <333

Please reblog but any reposts without permission will be taken seriously

#present mic #present mic comfort #erasermic #my hero x reader #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #fanfic #present mic tw #mha x male reader #platonic #father and son #Spotify

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antsyandpantsy · 10 months

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I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I

(quietly realizing i forgot to give mic’s other hand black nails but who tf cares!!!11!!!!1!!!!!) (also idk how to draw hearing aids!!!!!!!!!!! or ears!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

#erasermic #present mic #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #aizawa x hizashi #my hero academia #boku no hero #my hero academia fanart #I LOVE THEM SM #THE MEN #THE LEGENDS #THE KISS AND COMFORT AND DO THINGS TOGETHER #HUSBANDS FRFR #OMGDGAGDAGSJHjbmnb #im ok im ok im ok im ok #i dont even know much about them still #just that their friends died and like...... shit ig....

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star1ight0 · 11 days

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Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada x PLATONIC KID!!

I crave comfort so here

Tw : Ed /sh

Not many people were aware of your relationship with your homeroom teacher and English teacher known as Mr. Aizawa and his loud husband Mic but they were your dad's. In the beginning of the year they both made it clear no special treatment would be given and you appreciated it a lot.

This also came with its ups and downs trying to fight the urge to hug you dad in front of class after villain attacks ect, as much as they'd both fight it they also struggled to accessively check on you when you all moved to dorms.

Having grown up always close to him after they adopted you from a abusive home. had its drags on you all You weren't entirely sure when this overwhelming feeling of despair started but it felt so shitty, you had no reason to feel this way you had a good life. Loving dads, a nice school and a few friends you hold dear to you. It was so long ago why was this still bothering you.

You remembered a conversation you had with your dad, Mic recalling how Aizawa was struggling with mental health and how it wasn't an effect of things around him but rather his brain chemistry. You looked at your phone debating on calling your family group chat to ask them for help but managed to talk yourself out of it resorting to crying on your closet floor.

After a few minutes of crying you managed to pull yourself together grabbing some clothes and deciding this was all in your head and you had no reason to feel so shitty. Heading out your room you feel a tap on your shoulder "it's past curfew kid" you turn around to see you father Hizashi looking around you you look back at him eyes still puffy "Sorry dad, just needed a shower" you say attempting to walk away when you feel a hand in you wrist "were you crying little listener?" You flinch at the childhood nickname your dad had given you "No, sorry just tired" you say pulling away "either your high or you were crying which one is it kid" He says pointing to your eyes "its nothing dad please just let me shower"

You pull away walking away leaving your dad in the hall alone. You took a long shower, trying to scrub off the memories of your past home. You get out the shower and go back to your dorm laying down on the floor ignoring the fact your bed was no more than 3 feet away. You look at your phone to see Aizawa texted you

You okay kiddo?

Yeah sorry for worrying y'all just a bad day

Are you sure

Yeah

If you say so, me and Hizashi are here if you need us. Now go to bed it's late

The conversation was short and to the point but you still felt the need to want to call him and tell him these awful feelings you were having.

A few days passed when you got an email from an all too familiar name, it was your biological mom. The very same woman who had given you physical and mental problems along with nonstop nightmares for 2 years. You had changed everything phone number homes socal midea accounts anything that she could you to find you. Yet her name is in your inbox with a paragraph calling you names and threatening you. Everything felt so out of control like nothing you did to get away from her was enough. But she knew now, she knew what school you went to. 1-A had been on TV after all, you should have known it was only a matter of time. You looked at your phone blankly feeling your body shake and tears fall from your face. You reached for your pocket knife making a cut on your thigh it felt good like you finally had control over how you felt like you had control over something when everything around you was so chaotic. This was bad you knew that but it felt too good to want to care.

Overtime the threatening emails from your mother piled up only feeding the fear she'd find you and harm you, in turn causing more scars to be formed on your legs. You dads had quickly talked notice to you change in dimanar and talked it over amongst themselves and tried to reach out to you but it was all brushed off as a bad week of a bad day.

This began to escalate more than your lack of interest in food came about you seemed so tired too tired to even eat. This is where they drew the line. No kid of theirs would be passing out in training. They just couldn't figure out how to talk to you about this without you shutting down and shutting them out.

Monday morning training came about and you felt exhausted like your whole body was about to give out. This was only further proven when you passed out before training with Todoroki without him even activating either of his quirks. Both Hizashi and Aizawa rushed to your side as another student ran to get recovery girl. You woke up in the nurses office with both your dad's next to you looking worried out their minds.

"Recovery girl said you'd be fine.. as long as you ate and drank probably." There was a silence filled with worry and a bit of anger

"I'm sorry dad-" you were cut off by Hizashi hugging you, "please don't scare me like that kid" he said holding you as if you were gonna disappear. "Talk to us if you need to kiddo. You know we'll listen. "

You hugged him back going back to your dorm early as you were excused from all classes for the day, sitting on your floor you checked your phone to see another email this time from your biological father. Your mom texting you was one thing you knew in some way she didn't have the gut to actually hurt you but your dad, he'd hunt you down and kill you, metaphorically and literally. You felt a wave of fear washing over you and you sobbed standing up hands on your head pacing around your room crying and shaking. You reach for your knife once more sliding down the wall making a cut in an almost fully healed scar feeling that feeling of control comes back. You made a few more before stopping, taking a deep breath grabbing your first aid kit sitting in the same spot of the floor. Yeah you felt stupid but not stupid enough to not clean this kind of thing. As you were cleaning up you heard a knock at your door

"Kid? It's us can we talk?"

Aizawa says still waiting at the door "Y-yeah give me a minute please!!" You shout rushing to put the first aid kit away and some sweatpants and throw your knife under the bed you wipe your face, and open the door

"Kid are you okay you look a little.. worse than earlier "

"yeah I'm fine just not in a great mood" you said looking at your phone placed in the far end of the bed. They both came Into your room and sat on your bed and attempted to talk to you about what had been bothering you. The conversation went in circles before you placed your head in Aizawa's lap and your legs. Your dad Hizashi standing at the foot of your bed about to leave seeing as it seemed to have been handled was stopped by a blood stain on the floor.

"Shouta, I think we should stay till she wakes up"

"hm. I mean I'm not against it but why ?"

He points at the blood spot on the floor and Shoutas eyes widen.

"they are knocked out right now so can you look for whatever is being used ?"

He nods looking around your room eyes landing on a pocked knife shining under your bed.

"here, I'll put it in our room" he says showing Shouta before closing it and placing it in his pocket, as he was above to leave his stopped by the light of your phone along with a name he recognized followed by a scowl.

"Shouta I'm gonna check their phone for something"

He gives Hizashi a confused look but unable to move because of your sleeping form he allows him to do so, you trusted them enough to let them know your passwords but they had never not trusted you enough to go through your phone. He opens the email, reading it the existing and seeing y'all the others. He made a face of pure disgust and walked toward Shouta showing him the inbox along with one of the emails it had.

Both had decided to stay in your room till morning planning in talking to you about this night of rather unfortunate events. But this was cut short by the feeling of you hyperventilating in Shoutas lap. Hizashi gently shakes him awake and they both attempt to comfort you untimatly failing as you wake you shaking tears forming in your eyes. An all too familiar scene for your dad's to witness.

"it's okay kid, your okay" Hizashi whispered patting your head as Aizawa rubbed your shoulder.

"sorry i-"

"No apologies. We know everything so there's no need to hide anything from us anymore"

Shouta says looking up at his husband

"you could have really hurt yourself kid"

"i know I just - " you were cut off my a knot in your throat as you scrambled to find the words "everything feels so out of control and I can control this you know?" Shouta nooding in agreement.

"why did you come to is kiddo?

"i- I didn't want you to worry you. You guys had enough going on.."

You said your voice is still shaking between sobs.

"you'd never be a bother to us. It's our job as you parents to check on you and worry for you"

You all had a long talk about possible coping strategies and ways to communicate you wanted to talk about something without feeling bothersome. A few relapses were bound to happen and they both knew this but did everything they could to ensure it didn't. Even if it meant letting the whole class know you were their kid so you could go in the teachers wing of the dorms. You began slowly getting better with set backs here and there, but by setting up and new email and talking more about what your depression episodes felt like, both your dad were able to help you through it

Yes it's messy I wrote 75% of this in one go and the other half after my shower. And it's like 12:58am

Requests are open but slow

Please reach out if you need to to!!

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sleepyxxhead · 9 months

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How do you think The Teachers would react to a student, whose quirk drawback is that they're slowly shortening their lifespan every time they use it (technically dying lol), but they never told anyone about it? not even their parents? Anyhow- Ignore this if u aren't comfy w/ it <:

A/n: omg this is such a good idea :’) tell me if you guys want a part 2 with more teachers or just other characters :))

Genres: comfort

Synopsis: When a student is slowly dying due to usage of their quirk, how will UA Teachers react?

Characters: Aizawa Shota (Eraser Head) | Yagi Toshinori (All Might) | Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

You’ve wanted to be a Pro-Hero ever since you were little!

It’s always been your dream and it’s what drives you to do well in class and stuff :))

Your quirk allows you to enhance others’ quirks for certain periods of time

If you touch someone with your hands, you can strengthen them and make their quirk stronger as well

It lasts until you shut it off

However, the more you use it, the shorter your lifespan

You can feel everytime your lifespan shortens and it’s agonizingly painful

You don’t know how much is taken off of your life every time you use it

“Todoroki-san! Come here!” you called to your classmate. Class 1-A was in the middle of even more survival training. It was similar to the survival training that they had completed before, however they were separated into even smaller groups in an ever more dangerous setting. You had been put into a group with Todoroki, Sero, and Tsuyu.

You had already gotten to the mannequin your group was supposed to be saving, but there was a fire closing in on you. Your only hope was Todoroki, but he was worn down and the ring of fire that surrounded you was impossibly large. The smoke in the air was burning your lungs, causing you and your group to cough and wheeze.

You grabbed Todoroki’s shoulder in a hurry, lungs yearning to escape from this cage of flames. “Y/n-san, no!”

Despite your classmate’s warning, you immediately activated your quirk, channeling all the energy you could into the boy. Suddenly, a familiar pain boiled in your chest, causing your whole body to ache and writhe in pain. You screamed out, holding on tight to Todoroki, knowing that you’d collapse without the support.

“Todoroki-san!” you practically begged your classmate, starting to feel lightheaded from the searing pain. You felt the temperature drop, crisp air biting your nose and fingers.

Your vision started to blur as your shuddered, letting go of Todoroki’s shoulders and dropping to your knees. “Y/n!”

₊ ⊹ Aizawa would be very concerned after you passed out (he cares sm about his students ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝), thinking that you were overworking yourself and just needed to rest. He approached you to talk about it and he noticed you acting kind of weird. You thought he had already caught on and was going to confront you about removing you from the hero course; but, he actually didn’t know until he noticed you acting weird. He’d ask you if anything’s wrong and then you’d like burst out and say something super concerning (which this is concerning but like-) like “I’M DYING AIZAWA-SENSEI .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.!! ” And he’d be so stunned like “W-what-?” He’d ask you a couple questions but then he’d realize that he needed to calm you down first. After coming to this realization, he’d put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Then you guys would have a long conversation over some tea <3

₊ ⊹ All-Might would also think you’re just overexerting yourself when you pass out. He would come to see you in the nurse’s office (because you’re one of his favorite students ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ!!) He wouldn’t really notice anything else wrong with you, so he’d tell you something like “just rest up and you’ll be back in no time, young y/n 👍” but then you end up feeling guilty so you confess to him that your quirk is killing you. He’d be so shocked and he’d feel so bad for you because you want to become a hero so, so bad but you can’t if your quirk is killing you. He sees himself and Midoriya in you because you all wanted to become heroes and were basically all hopeless. However, he feels very guilty because he can’t help you like he did with Midoriya. He ends up just listening to you talk until he’s told he has to leave so you can sleep.

₊ ⊹ As Present Mic’s favorite student, of course he had to pay you a very long and loud visit in the nurse’s office. You’re thinking about telling him about your quirk, so you’re not really listening to everything he’s saying. Meanwhile, he’s too busy talking to notice at first, but when he realizes you aren’t laughing at his puns like usual, he’ll be like “What’s wrong, favorite student??” You’d tell him and start crying because you feel so frustrated and crushed. Then he’d be like “Hey, it’s okay. Look at me. You will always be my absolute favorite student!” to which you can’t help but laugh. He’d just spend the rest of his visit trying to make you laugh and feel better and he leaves all of the hard stuff (like removing you from the hero course and shit) to Aizawa ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

A/n: sorry that’s all! ALSO, I’M SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK THAT LONG OML IM S O S O R R Y!! Anyways if you guys want this with more characters go ahead and request away :) I don’t have any requests rn so I’m just going to focus on other WIPs I have 👍 (TY FOR YOUR PATIENCE)

have a nice day cutie <33

dividers by: @cafekitsune

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xinmin-exe · 5 months

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MHA Characters Comforting You

This is completely self-indulgent as I am going through it right now :)

These characters try to distract you. they put on a show, play your favorite game with you, or even just try to talk about anything else other than what's bothering you right now. But when they realize that their actions aren't working, they sit down with you and they listen. they nod along and ask important questions, and at the end of the day, they wrap you up in a warm, fuzzy blanket. They lay with you and let you cry it out until you either feel better, or you fall asleep. Giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering promises of safety the entire time.

Present Mic, Gang Orca, Mr. Compress, Kaumi Woods, Manual, Fourth Kind, Ms. Joke, Snipe, All Might, twice,

These characters don't know how to comfort you. They were never the person people go to for comfort, so when you go to ask upset they freeze. They give awkward hugs and listen, but they are interally screaming at themselves. You are their partner and they want to do more! So they give you as much affection and love as they can, hugs, gentle kisses, cooking meals , buying you random small things that remind them of you. They do whatever is within their power to make tings better.

stain, Lady Nagant, Hawks, Mirko, Mt. Lady, Tiger, Eraser Head, Rock Lock, Shigaraki, Dabi, Vlad King, Sir Nighteye, Spinner, Chronostasis

These characters know exactly what to do. The minute they hear that you're upset, they're dropping everything and going to you. On the way to you, they head to the store and grab all your comfort foods (candy, chips, drinks, etc.) They make sure to heat up some blankets in the dryer and while the blankets are warming up, they make you a cup of tea. They sit down with you, wrap you in the blanket and listen to you. Ig you need advise, they give the BEST advise. If you need to listen and be heard, they are listening and even sometimes agreeing with you. These characters know how to comfort and they constantly assure you that your feelings are valid.

Best Jeanist, Edge Shot, Ryukyu, Fatgum, Mandalay, Pixie-Bob, Gran Torino, Thirteen, Midnight, Ingenium, Nana Shimura, Gentle Criminal, Kurogiri, Magne, Mr. Compress

Plus any other character that you can imagine! (Also, i didn't include any characters that are a minor within the series because I haven't decided on if I want to write for them.)

#mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #eraserhead #dabi #shigaraki #bnha twice #gang orca #mr. compress #fatgum #nemuri kayama #kurogiri #present mic #vlad king #bnha comfort #bnha x reader #bnha

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victor-the-vampire · 20 days

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I decided to do some sketches of some comfort characters, I went overboard with Viktor and colored him dhdbdhd anyways we have

Viktor (arcane)

Akaza (demon slayer)

Present Mic (mha)

Jackson Jekyll (monster high g1)

Streber (spooky month)

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ravenrissa · 8 months

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The Aizawas

(Part of the Aizawa-Yamada Family series)

When a villain attack occurs during a family outing in town, Present Mic and Eraserhead jump into action to save lives, leaving Hitoshi to stay back and stay safe. He gets lost in the rushing crowd, however, and ends up bumping into a couple who look eerily like Shouta...

Shouta is extremely resistant to the idea of his parents entering his adopted son's life. They were absent, neglectful parents who left Shouta to fend for himself growing up so they wouldn't have to be parents. He has sworn since the day he began fostering (and later adopted) Hitoshi that he would do everything that his own parents did not, being present in his son's life and letting him know he is loved, so when his parents announce that they want to built a relationship with not only his son, but him as well, Shouta is against the idea. But Hitoshi sees the conflict in his Dad's eyes, knowing that despite outwardly being stoic and indifferent to the situation, he's hurting inside, and sets about trying to make things right in this tense situation.

Read it here.

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kywaslost · 2 years

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Dissociation- Shinsou Comfort

A/N: I've been daydreaming and dissociating really bad, so I wrote this.

Hitoshi Shinsou walked into the kitchen to grab himself a drink, when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. You were sitting at the kitchen table, homework surrounding you. He knew you had been working for a while, having helped you an hour or so ago. But now you were simply just sitting there, hands flat on the table. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared off into space. Hitoshi knew what you were doing. Aizawa and Hizashi had told him that you would dissociate a lot as a coping mechanism. Your therapist had given your dads ways to keep you from doing this.

Hitoshi frowned slightly, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. He took his phone from his pocket and called Aizawa.

“Hello?” the man’s gruff voice came from the other end of the line.

“Hey, dad,” Shinsou greeted quietly.

“Is everything ok?” Aizawa asked.

Shinsou sighed. “Yeah, yeah I think so? I just, I think N/N is dissociating. Do I need to do something?”

The boy could hear his dad sigh as well. “Yeah, you need to pull them out of it. Their therapist said that dissociating as much as they do isn’t helpful and we should try to prevent it.”

“Sorry,” Shinsou said. “I didn’t know it was going to happen. They were doing homework in the kitchen.”

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault,” Aizawa comforted. “Just pull them out of it.”

“How do I do that?”

“Start verbally. Say their name, try and talk to them. If they don’t respond, then try physical touch. A hand on their shoulder, or pulling them back. Anything to move them or snap them out of their dissociation.”

“Ok, I’ll try that.” Shinsou looked back to you, still unmoving with hazy eyes. “Thanks dad.”

“No problem. Call me back if something happens.”

Shinsou and Aizawa said their goodbyes and Hitoshi slipped his phone back into his pocket. He slowly stepped towards you, then stood beside you. “Y/N?”” he called softly. “You with me?” You didn’t move, let alone show any sign you knew he was there. He sighed softly, then placed a hand on your shoulder. You still didn’t snap. “You’re in deep, aren’t you?” Shinsou muttered.

He moved around the back of the chair you were sitting in, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you back to rest against the back of the chair. He smiled softly when you slowly inhaled, then sighed quickly. “Hello, Toshi,” you muttered. Your head fell back to rest against the back of the chair.

“Hey,” he responded, keeping his arms around you. “Everything ok?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes closing. You tried to lean forward but Hitoshi held you up. “Just need a minute.”

“A minute to sleep? Or a minute to dissociate?”

“To dissociate.”

“I’m sorry--” Tears immediately fell down your cheeks at Shinsou’s words. He quickly moved to kneel beside you. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he cooed softly.

“I just need a minute,” you said shakily.

“Y/N, you’ve been out for a while. And it took several attempts for me to snap you out of it,” Shinsou said. “Dissociation is a trauma response, ok? Letting yourself dissociate isn’t healthy. Why don’t we try something else, yeah? Something to distract you.”

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. “No, Hitoshi. I don’t want a distraction. I’m tired. Just give me a minute.”

Shinsou stood, and took your hands to pull you to your feet. “I can’t, I’m sorry. Here, come with me.” He slowly led you into the living room and guided you to sit beside him on the couch. He pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over you. “You need a break.”

“No I don’t,” you cried. “I need to get work done. I---”

“N/N,” Shinsou said calmly. “Dissociation is a trauma response. So something triggered you and that’s why you feel this way. So now you’re going to sleep. Ok?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to. No. Not until dad or papa comes home.”

“It’s going to be a while before they get home. I can stay here if it’ll make you feel safer,” Shinsou offered. You shook your head, burying your face in your knees. He rested a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. “You don’t feel safe. Ok, it’s ok.” He was connecting the dots, and then he pulled his phone back out and pulled up Aizawa’s contact again. “I can call dad. Would that make you feel safer?” When you nodded, he immediately hit the dial button.

“Hello?”

“Hey, dad,” Shinsou said quickly. “It didn’t go well. I’m trying to get them to sleep instead of dissociating. They’re kinda really panicky right now. They don’t want to sleep until you or papa get home.”

“Alright, can you put me on speaker?” Aizawa’s voice was softer now. Shinsou put his phone on speaker and held it between the two of you.

“You’re on.”

“Hey Y/N,” Aizawa said softly. “Can you hear me?”

You lifted your head slightly and nodded. Shinsou spoke for you. “Yeah, she can.”

“It’s ok,” Shouta cood. “You’re home with Toshi, yeah?”

You whimpered a soft, “yeah.”

“And you’re safe. Toshi’s with you, and I can promise you he won’t let anyone hurt you. Including yourself. He’ll stay with you until I get home, or Hizashi gets home. So you can sleep. You’ll be ok.” You looked at Hitoshi with watery eyes. “Trust me honey, I trained him. He’s as good as I am.” You nodded.

“Ok.” You were slightly calmer now. “Toshi’s ok?”

“Toshi’s ok.”

“When will you be home?”

“Later tonight honey. I still have a few hours left of patrol. But I promise as soon as I get home we can talk about whatever happened, ok?”

“Ok.” You pulled the blanket Shinsou had draped over you tighter. “Goodbye, dad.”

“Goodbye Y/N. Call me back if you need me, ok?”

“Ok."

Shinsou took the phone off of speaker and talked to Aizawa for a moment before hanging up. Then he pulled another blanket over his own lap. “Do you want the tv on or off?” he asked gently.

“On,” you answered. As Shinsou reached for the remote and turned on the tv, you moved over to lean against him. His hand was still on your back, but now he draped his arm over your shoulder, holding you tightly. “Is this ok?”

You nodded.

For the rest of the evening, Shinsou held you to his side as you slowly fell asleep. He remembered Aizawa and Hizashi doing this for him when he was first taken into the Yamada-Aizawa household, and he remembered how much safer he felt afterwards. So he did everything they had done for him. He ran his hand up and down your arm, and eventually guided your head to his lap so you wouldn’t hurt your neck. He made sure the blanket was pulled high enough to keep you warm, and he even ran his fingers through your hair.

By the time Aizawa and Present Mic returned home from patrol, you and Hitoshi both were passed out on the couch, your favorite tv show playing on the tv.

“Should we wake them?” Yamada asked quietly, removing his jacket. “I don’t want Toshi to wake up with a stiff neck.”

“I’ll take N/N to bed,” Aizawa answered. “You can wake Hitoshi up if you’d like.” The dark haired man walked over to the couch, crouching down in front of your sleeping form. He attempted to gently slide his hands under you to pick you up, but the movement startled you awake. You shot up, pulling your blanket to your chest and breathing heavily. You glanced around quickly.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” Aizawa said calmly, putting his hands up. “It’s just me.” Your eyes landed on him, and then you lept off the couch and into the arms of your adopted father. He held you tightly as he fell on his rear from your weight. “Hey honey.” Once your arms wrapped around his waist, you didn’t let go.

Your sudden movements woke Shinsou, and he looked around tiredly. Hizashi sat beside him on the couch and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of them, Toshi.”

Shinsou hummed tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “Of course. They’re my sibling now. I want them to feel safe here.” Him and Hizashi watched as Aizawa hummed softly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

“I’m going to take them to their room,” he said quietly. He slowly stood, carrying you in his arms as he trudged back to your room.

Shinsou stopped by your room before he turned in for the night, officially. Aizawa had returned to the living room after a while, stating that he’d calmed you down and you were alright now. So as Hitoshi poked his head into your open bedroom, he saw you curled up in the corner of your bed, wrapped up in a sweatshirt. He was afraid you were dissociating again, but your gaze flickered to him.

“Hey N/N,” he greeted you softly.

“Hello, Toshi,” you said back.

“How are you?” He stepped into the room and leaned back on the wall by the door.

You shrugged. “‘M alright.” You let out a soft chuckle. “No more trauma response.”

Shinsou nodded slowly. “That’s good.”

“Sorry about earlier,” you apologized. “Didn’t mean to have you deal with that.”

“Hey now.” Hitoshi pushed off of the wall and came over to sit in front of you on the bed. “I promise you I’ve been in your spot. Go ask dad and papa. I broke down a lot, and I had my own issues. Still do. It’s really no problem. I don’t mind.”

You sighed shakily. “Will-will you stay with me? I don’t…” you hesitated, falling into silence. Shinsou smiled softly, placing a hand on your knee.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.” He scooted up to sit beside you.

You moved to uncurl your legs and leaned against his shoulder. “Is this ok?”

“Of course.”

Shinsou wrapped an arm around you, sitting with you until you fell asleep on him for the second time that night. He stayed with you throughout the remainder of the night, keeping watch over you. After a while he managed to doze off as well, but woke up every time you moved in your sleep.

You may be fairly new to the Yamada-Aizawa family, but Shinsou and you have grown closer. He sees you as his sibling, and he wants to help you as much as he can, no matter how ‘messed up’ you think you may be.

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #shinsou comfort #aizawa and shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #dadzawa #papa mic #present mic #eraserhead #erasermic #found family #tw: dissociating

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trashyalphys · 2 months

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saw this post and immediately knew what i had to do

#let my man grieve #even if it’s in his own weird way #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #bnha #mha #meme art #draw your comfort characters #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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alienaiver · 4 months

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Favorite ready meal and a soft kiss.

Yamada Hizashi x afab!reader (genderneutral language, but subject is periods.) wordcount: 697!

for @dira333 - made it purposefully as vague as possible. asking for details would chance a reveal of my little gift. still hope it brings a little comfort even if im off, though!

When the front door unlocks and swings open, you’re not prepared for the boom of sound traveling through the apartment. To be honest, when you’d sent him the list of groceries, you assumed he’d realize why you needed those things.

“Hello my favorite listener!!!!”

It’s so loud that you instantly wince, hiding underneath the mountains of blankets as fast as possible. Yamada strolls in with a grocery bag in one hand and a bag from the convenience store in the other, his smile bright and wide.

Until he sees the human-shaped lump on the couch. His expression drops as he scolds himself mentally, too excited to come home to you to really think his actions through. He knew and yet, he forgot during the short travel home. He feels silly.

“Baby,” he coos gently, sneaking to the couch and crouching in front of your face. You groan from within and he reaches inside your wall of fluff to pet your hair, “I brought all the stuff you need.” he says, his voice as gentle as he’s able, albeit scratchy. It’s been a long day.

You whine before you slowly lift off the blankets to show your puffy face. Yamada smiles at you, warm and welcoming. “How’s the pain?” he asks, his hand traveling from your hair to your cheek. You lean into the touch.

As you seem to ponder how inflicted you are, he starts unpacking the bags next to him, putting the medicine and the snacks on the coffee table right next to you, together with the ion-supply water and ready meal from the convenience store. He’s hoping your favorite konbini meal will entice you to get something down because something is better than nothing.

The scent of the already heated meal seems to interest you, your nose sniffing around to see what he’s got behind him. You hum out a small thank you when you realize he went off the list in the best way. It’s just what you need.

“Can you sit, my love?” he asks, breaking the single use chopsticks apart and handing you the water first so you can re-hydrate. With a wince you start to push yourself up, sitting up slumped. He smiles at you, “good job.”

The praise feels like what he says to his students all day when they get an answer ready, so you shake your head with a smile before you take a sip of the water, the neutral taste making you gulp down another sip. He exchanges the bottle with the plastic container smoothly, “it’s a little hot. It cooled down a little on the way home, but be careful.”

Blearily, you accept and take in a deep breath through your nose, bracing for the nausea. You straighten up happily when nothing arrives but a pang of hunger. It must be your lucky day.

While you eat, Yamada puts the rest of the things he bought away that needs to go in the fridge or the cabinets. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with his usual debriefing of the day conversation, unless you initiate it yourself. He comes back to the container empty and you lying back down, the seal of the medication already opened and the correct dosage taken.

He smiles and circle the couch, crawling at an awkward angle over the backrest to come up behind you. You huff out a laugh through your nose as you wiggle yourself forward to make room for him. He sighs contentedly when his long limps are settled around you, a hand drawing circles into the upper part of your stomach. He nuzzles into your neck, “let me know what you need whenever you need it, yeah? I’ll get it to you lickity split.”

You can’t stop the laughter from leaving you at the use of expression, pushing back towards him, “you really are my hero. Thank you.” you strain your neck to give him a soft peck on the lips and he hums into it, his lips still split into a smile. When you pull back you look into his eyes again, “really, thank you. For being here through it.”

“Anything for my favorite listener, always.”

#if theres ONE thing i miss about japan its the konbini meals that they willingly heat up for you #NOTHING tops the chicken skewers. and the inari. god i miss having inari and onigiri so readily available #bnha x reader #yamada hizashi x reader #present mic x reader #bnha fluff #bnha comfort #present mic fluff #nohr.writing #nohr.bnha

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herofics · 1 year

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Hello, I was wondering if I can have some Headcannons for Aizawa, Present Mic and Hawks if they saw their s/o (gender neutral) fighting a powerful villain on the news, their S/O is all beat up and bloody, but keep on fighting and finally defeat the villain?

Here you go. I hope you like them :D

~Hawks/Takami Keigo~

•Hawks doesn’t really have time to watch the news usually, but you were working on his day off, so he was bored

•So he opened the TV and the news happened to be on

•There was a villain attack going on, not actually even that far from him

•The news crew was zooming in on one of the heroes fighting the villain, and Hawks audibly gasped when he realized it was you

•You seemed to be hurt, but you were still fighting

•”It’s gonna be fine” he kept repeating to himself, but he still found himself jumping up from the couch and rushing out of the apartment

•He knew was sure you could handle it, but he couldn’t help himself

•Hawks is very protective in general, and even though he has full faith in your abilities he just wants to make sure you’re going to be fine

•By the time he gets to the scene, you’ve defeated the villain and even though you’re all bloody and beat up, you’re standing victorious and when you notice him, you just flash him a smile

•You stumble down from on top of the pile of debris you were standing on and Hawks caught you, before you hit your head or something

•”You did good” Hawks says and kisses you on the forehead, while helping you stay up

•You feel like you’re going to pass out, but now that Hawks is there, you would feel safe even if that happened

•You’re loaded into an ambulance despite your protests and Hawks flies to the hospital after you

•You get checked out at the hospital and while you have cuts and bruises all over, and a couple of cracked ribs, no bones are actually broken and you don’t have concussion or anything

•So they stitch you up and send you home with your worried boyfriend

•Hawks is in caretaker mode for the next few days, because he kinda told the safety commission he was going to take care of you and they would just have to deal with it

•You could just lay in bed and he would bring you everything you need but you don’t feel like doing that, so it’s a lot of Hawks telling you to take it easy and “don’t do that, let me help”

•The two of you end up laying on the couch with your head in his lap and him just playing with your hair while you watch TV

~Aizawa Shouta~

•Aizawa was teaching a class when his phone pinged

•He had a news alert set up with your hero name so he would know if something happened to you while he was at the school

•Some of the students commented on how they weren’t allowed to use their phone during class so why was he

•Aizawa told them to shut it and he checked the article with the video attached

•You had just defeated the villain, so you hadn’t had a moment to call him yet and the paramedics insisted you go to the hospital with them

•So when your phone rang and you saw it was Shouta, you knew he was super worried and probably annoyed because you hadn’t contacted him

•You were sitting in the back of the ambulance when you answered the phone

•”Are you okay?” was all that came over the line

•You told him you were going to the hospital but that it was nothing major

•”On the news, it looked like you were in bad shape” he continued

•You reassured him you were fine and that you would see him at home later

•Aizawa is a bit anxious the rest of the day, because he just had a feeling you weren’t telling him everything

•When he got home after school ended, you were already there

•You were covered in bandages and your wrist was in a splint

•”Nothing major, huh?” Aizawa sighed as he stepped into the kitchen where you were making yourself a sandwich

•”Yes Shouta, nothing major. My wrist is gonna be fine in a few months” you said and turned to him

•He just hugged you and told you he was happy you were okay

•Then he insisted you let him make your sandwich, because it seemed kind of difficult to do on one hand

~Present Mic/Yamada Hizashi~

•It’s the weekend, and it’s your last day of work before a week of vacation time and Mic wants to make you dinner

•You’re on day shift so you’re coming home at around six, or at least you were supposed to

•So when you don’t show up, Mic is getting worried, but surely it’s nothing, right?

•He turns on the TV, and the news happened to be on

•It’s running a story from about two hours ago, about you defeating a villain and then getting taken to a hospital

•Mic throws on a jacket and hurries to the hospital, leaving the food on the table and the TV on

•He can’t get the pictures of you all bloody and beat up out of his head

•He gets to the hospital and gets your room number from the nurses

•You’re awake and just sitting on the hospital bed in the examination room

•Mic hugs you tightly and frantically asks if you’re okay

•You assure him you’re fine, but Mic knows you have a habit of downplaying things when you get hurt so he asks the doctor what injuries you have

•You’ve got a concussion, a couple of bruised ribs, a broken hand and you’re covered in cuts and bruises

•Mic gets instructions from the doctor on how to help you and what to do if you get worse

•He would carry you home if you would let him, but he gets a cab and takes you home

•He takes care of you and you’re on sick leave for over a month afterwards

•Of course Mic has to work, but he’s with you as much as he can, his over worrying can even get a bit annoying at some points but he means well

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #bnha hawks #mha hawks #takami keigo #aizawa shouta #present mic #yamada hizashi #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #comfort #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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manilovetumblerusernames · 1 year

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Got forced to attend a party n socialise

Its TORTURE

#comfort characters save me #present mic #eraserhead #erasermic #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta

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simply-trash5 · 1 day

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BNHA Boys and Pro Heros as Types of Light Pt. 2

A lot of people seemed to enjoy the first round of this series that I did so I have decided to do another one! This second round was inspired by an anon who specifically asked for Iida...but I also included a few pro heros to round it out.

As always my inbox and ask box are open for requests of any type really--if you have any questions or just want to chat feel free to hit me up!

We will start under the cut with Iida <3

So when I think of Iida I think of Lamp light:

Iida is like late night reading in the comfort of a large, worn, leather chair. He makes you feel warm to your toes when you're in his presence as if you could fall asleep, but knowing he is near you makes you want to be motivated to do better; to be better for him. He feels expensive and classy, but he feels timeless. To quote Taylor Swift, Iida truly never goes out of style--.

Now Present Mic is Neon Lights:

He is loud and in your face. He is charged and full of energy at all times that sends a zing down your spine. I know this man smells like citrus and mint--am I projecting? Probably. Anyway, he is excitement. He is what it feels like to stay up past your bedtime; he is the head rush you never want to end.

Fatgum is Carnival Lights:

Fatgum feels like having cotton candy. He is sweet to the senses--all of them. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the round rosy cheeks...He brings a smile to your face that cannot be stopped no matter how hard you try. He brings a sense of nostalgia to your soul when you're near him that feels like you're at a festival in your hometown and he has just won you a teddy bear...your heart might just explode.

Shouta Aizawa is the glow of a television:

Late at night, long after the movie is forgotten but the tv glows...that is what shouta feels like. It's quiet, it fills the room just enough to show the shadows of your lover's face to see the planes of his peaceful face as you hold him. It shows the way he runs his fingers along your arm slowly...the glow of that tv has seen so many secrets; much like Shouta. He is trustworthy, steady, quiet.

Hawks is the faraway lights of the city:

Hawks feels like when you drive just far enough out of the city to get away, but not far enough to know its not there. He feels like he isn't fully yours, but you will enjoy him while you have him. You will lean into him and kiss him while the blurred lights of the city shines behind you before he flies off to the other people you share him with. You'll remember what these lights look like forever and always hope that they will just be beautiful one day and not remind you that you share your hero with the world.

#bnha #bnha comfort #bnha angst #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #iida x reader #tenya iida x reader #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #simplytrash writes

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nagihono-stan · 8 months

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silly banana appreciation hours

look at him he's so happy :D

and he's baby :3

and he's concerned for your mental health :3

and he has pretty eyes 👀

so basically silly banana is best boy :)

#silly banana is my new name for him #just ghoststuff things #rambling #i have night crazies so bear with me #anyways can i just say that I ADORE HIM #HE'S SO ADORABLEEEEEW 🥰🥰🥰#he's my comfort character #present mic #also teen mic had no reason to be as cute as he is he's just 💖💖💖💗💝💗💗💘💓💞#ten out of ten would head pat again #deserves all the love #deserves all the happiness

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aheckinmess · 2 months

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Hollow Harmony || Present Mic x OC

(One-shot series 1/3 chapters posted - posts regularly on Saturdays) Read on AO3.

Tags: Graphic violence, Hizashi Yamada x OC, Present Mic, Present Mic saves the day, Hizashi Yamada is a ray of sunshine, angst, hurt/comfort, scared reader, pro hero rescue

Word Count: 4,364 words

Summary: Ichijiku Aoki has lived in hell with Kigai as her captor for three years. During a chance encounter at a dance club, she runs into her first breath of fresh air in years: Hizashi Yamada. Kigai makes it clear that Ichi belongs to him, so dare she hope for a better life and an escape from her prison?

Author's Note: I haven't posted fanfiction in years, but after a two-year obsession with My Hero Academia, I have more than enough content to share. This first series is pretty dark, but there's some comfort and sweetness along the way. Enjoy.

TW: Implied/Referenced Sexual, Physical, and Emotional Abuse

Chapter 1: Time Signatures

Ichijiku (Tigress)

In another life, listening to the pulsating beat of the music in the club might be fun. I might feed off of the voices singing at the top of their lungs, or delight in the changing colors flashing all around the dance floor.

But I’m not living in another life. I’m living in hell.

“Give her another shot.” Kigai’s voice rises over the crowd as he gives me a look. Don’t you tell a goddamn soul what I’m doing or you won’t live to see the sunrise. His quirk stretches into my mind and reminds me just who I belong to. Of course, the bruises littering my thighs are testament to that too. Kigai would never let me go out in anything other than skinny jeans, so it’s not like anyone can see, though.

No one ever sees.

The bartender gives me a smile and I play the perfect part of being his playful partner, leaning over to give Kigai a kiss on his cheek, a loving gaze, and a swat at his butt while bile turns over in my stomach. I throw back the shot of tequila before Kigai puts his hands at my hips and looks directly at me. You’d better get out on that dance floor and pretend you’re having a good time. People have started looking at you. “Why don’t you go have some fun, sugar? I know you don’t feel good, but the dance floor has always helped you clear your mind.”

He plants a slow and tender kiss on my lips, but all I feel is dread. I want to feel happy. I want to feel a flutter in my chest. I want to feel anything. Anything but Kigai.

You’re mine, Ichi. And don’t you forget that. His eyes bore into mine and then he turns away, laughing at a joke Shihito tells him. I can feel his gaze follow me as I put on my brave face and walk through the dance floor.

In some ways, I’m grateful for the tequila. Otherwise I’d never be able to play like everything’s fine. Winding my way through the undulating bodies feels easier to bear than seeing that look on Kigai’s face. The threat that always lingers there. In this mingling of bodies I can close my eyes and lose myself to the music, feel the beat move in conjunction with me instead of forcing me to move with it.

The only time I’m conscious of is the time signature in the music. Minutes could pass, or it could be hours. What’s important is that Kigai doesn’t cut in and I can’t see those eyes trapping me in their domineering gaze.

For the first time in three years, I’m reminded of the better parts of life.

And then the better part of life bumps into me.

“Whoops! Hey there, little lady. Sorry for the intrusion.” A blonde man with a broad smile and glasses apologizes to me. “Did I hurt you?”

For a moment my breath is taken away and my façade cracks. The best way I can describe him is pure sunshine. He only looks at me for a moment with that grin but the warmth seeps into my skin and makes me yearn for a normal life. My throat gets tight. Help me. I want to say. Please make him leave me alone.

“Woah, hey, is everything okay? Did I really hurt you?” His puts a soothing arm on my shoulder as he makes himself heard over the crowd. “Why don’t you come sit down?”

“No!” I panic, forcing a grin on my face and hoping that he’ll shake it off as me being drunk. That’s what everyone else has done. “Really, it’s okay. I just get emotional when I’m drunk. I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise.” I shake my head as if trying to clear my mind and turn away from him. You’re too pure for someone like me, too beautiful for this world. If Kigai knew I slipped up…I can’t drag you down into this. You could get hurt.

“Hey, wait!” I hear him call behind me, but I ignore it and keep moving.

My feet rush towards the bathroom. I head inside and slam the first stall door I see before heaving into the porcelain bowl. Get it together, Ichijiku. I’ll kill Kigai. We can’t. I sob in the stall. We can’t do anything. Kigai has my family on his radar. We’re stuck! What a foul sack of shit. He’s not worth the stripes on my skin. I want to die. I know, Little Cub, and I’d surely embrace death knowing that you didn’t have to suffer this any longer. But we have to hold on. Change is coming. I can feel it in my bristling fur.

There’s a banging at the door that I know means I’m in trouble. I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks frantically and flush the toilet before wetting a paper towel and dabbing under my eyes. Breathe. Get it together. We’ll survive. I’m right here with you.

I step out of the bathroom and Kigai’s hand wraps around my arm as he pulls me aside.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He puts on a concerned simper, feeling my forehead with his free hand. You’re supposed to tell me where you’re going and why. You were trying to run away, weren’t you, bitch? “I thought you were hurt. Did you get sick?”

“I think I drank too much.” I sniffle, looking down so he can’t use his quirk and I don’t have to listen to his haunting voice in my thoughts. It’s a mistake.

His hand comes under my chin. To an outside party it might look like he’s being a tender lover, but there’s bite in the way his fingers dig into my skin. You know I hate when you look away from me, whore.

“Honey, you only had one shot. When did you become such a lightweight?” He laughs. I’m sick of your damn excuses. He runs his fingers through my hair and his hands cup my cheeks as he kisses my forehead. “But if you need to take a seat, go ahead.” Stay where I can see you.

“Thanks, love.” I return his gesture of affection with a hug and a peck on his cheek.

For a while, I sit at the bar again, scrolling through my phone to look busy. I can’t see Kigai, but I don’t need to. His gaze always follows me, even when he’s not in the room.

“It looks like you needed a break, huh?” The blonde from earlier takes residence in the seat next to me.

I turn to look at him as I nurse a lemonade. He’s like a breath of fresh air.

“Yeah.” I look down at the table again and trace around the rim of my glass. “Sorry about earlier. I think I’d been dancing too long and was getting overheated.”

“Yeah, the dance floor can get overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” He laughs. The sound sings through my bones.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Yamada Hizashi. But you can call me Hizashi.” He tilts his head like a puppy and the lights around him make him appear almost angelic. “What’s yours?”

“Ichijiku.”

“Nice to formally meet you, Ichijiku.” He answers. “Was that your boyfriend I saw earlier?”

“Yes.” I smile into my cup to hide the disgust in my eyes. God, I wish he wasn’t. “He was making sure I was okay.”

“Ah, good to know. From back there it looked like he was going to hurt you, but I was obviously mistaken. I’m glad you’re safe, you know?”

Something about the way he says it makes me look up at him and feel more hope than I have in a long time. I feel seen and heard. After a cursory glance around the club without seeing Kigai, I feel safe enough to answer.

“Kigai’s not a dangerous man. He doesn’t hit me and he likes to make sure I’m taken care of.” My eyes scream the opposite. I hope he catches it. I hope he doesn’t. “He knows my favorite colors and we watch my favorite movies all the time and he loves me. He never calls me names and he always asks before he touches me; Kigai doesn’t want to hurt me.”

Hizashi’s hand moves closer to mine and when I look at him I don’t feel sick.

“So you don’t need my help at all, do you?” He asks. He doesn’t break my gaze.

My lips part in a relieved gasp; I’m ready to tell him everything, but my eyes hold terror as Kigai catches my gaze from across the room. What the hell are you telling him? His smile follows me even though he’s standing beside the DJ. Abruptly, I stand and move away from Hizashi.

“It would be better if you stayed away from me.” I hiss under my breath, cursing myself for wishing for a normal life. Cursing myself for dreaming that I’d ever be able to get away from Kigai. What was I thinking? If Kigai finds out, it’ll be my head. But at least Hizashi knows. Maybe he can get help! Why would he help me? He probably has no idea I need help. I was reading too much into it. No one ever notices the bruises. Or they make excuses if they do. That’s right. No one cares about you. Who cares about a stupid whore? She’s not a whore. Kigai’s a manipulator and a rapist, and that’s all there is to it, fiend.

“Are you looking at my girl?” I’m suddenly face to chest with Kigai. Shit. He was closer than I realized. Fuck!

“Kigai, honey, it’s okay. I was just coming to find you. It’s fine.” I place my hand on his arm and squeeze, trying to redirect him.

“No, it’s not fucking okay.” Kigai growls, glaring bullets into Hizashi’s eyes.

“Hey, man. You have the wrong idea.” Hizashi puts his hands up, looking composed and calm. See? He knows nothing. Everything you told him went straight over his head. “She bumped into me earlier and I was just making sure she’d gotten back to the bar safely.”

“She bumped into you? Or were you trying to cop a feel?” Kigai snarls, dangerously tense.

“Kigai, please.” I beg, pulling at the front of his shirt to make him look at me. Why the hell did you let him get close to you, huh? You know you belong to me. Not some sleaze who’s just going to fuck you and leave you out to dry. After everything I’ve done for you. His words reach into my mind and I do the only thing I can to get out of the situation. I reach up around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

Thankfully, Kigai seems to take the bait. He becomes more possessive, gripping my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises there in the morning. His tongue invades my mouth and he tugs fiercely at my lip. When he pulls back, he still turns a fiery glare onto Hizashi.

“Don’t you get near my girl again, got it?” Kigai wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him. My eyes lose their shine. I guess that’s it. We’re stuck again. All in good time, Little Cub. All in good time.

He pulls me away and I risk one last glance back at Hizashi. One last hopeful plea begging him to help, but he’s not looking back at me.

. . . . .

Six months go by that Kigai refuses to take me out again. For six months he beats the lesson into me.

“You were trying to be a clever little whore, weren’t you?” His foot connects with my jaw, but I don’t make a sound. I take it. “Thought you had a savior. Someone to take you away from me, right? But you’re mine! If you left me do you know what that would mean for your family? For you?” He yanks me up by my hair. “They’d be up shit creek without a paddle and it’d be all your fault!”

“I’m sorry, love.” I whimper out, hating the taste of the words on my tongue. “It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” He lets go of me and I catch the brunt of my weight on my arms. Tears trickle down my cheeks and then suddenly he pulls me into his arms and then onto his lap on the bed.

“You know I love you, right?” He coos in my ear, saying the words that my heart wants to hear in the most twisted tones. “It’s just…seeing you with that other man…mmm…I hated seeing that. You know he was just trying to manipulate you, right? Use you when you were vulnerable?”

You’d know all about that wouldn’t you? I wish I could have been more specific…told him something more concrete. Then maybe I wouldn’t be stuck here. It’s not your fault, Dear One. “I know, Kigai. I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling good and I just wanted someone to talk to.”

His grip tightens on me. “You could have found me.”

“You were busy, Kigai, I didn’t want to ruin your time.” I turn and kiss his cheek to make the comment more believable. “I love you.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” He kisses under my ear and it burns. Nauseous flames swim along my body until he leaves me broken under the covers. I curl up into a ball as he gets up from the covers and starts grabbing his clothes. “C’mon, baby, get your clothes on. I think you’ve learned your lesson. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

I don’t question it. I’m silent as I pull on my clothes and fix my hair. When I’m ready, I take the arm he offers me.

“You’re gonna like this, baby.” He rubs a small bruise he made at my neck, smiling as we head out into the street and he looks at me. You’d better not tell anyone it’s anything other than a love bite, got it? Or I’ll have your family hunted down with a snap of my fingers. “Look at how beautiful you look with my marks on you. Everyone will know who you belong to, yeah?”

“Of course. Only yours.” I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

Before long he leads me to a karaoke bar. The sight of it puts a pep in my step; even though I’d rather be here with anyone else except Kigai, this is the most I’ve gotten out in months. I’ll take what I can get.

“A karaoke bar? How did you know?” I giggle, kissing his cheek as I slip into the assumed role.

“I know my babygirl.” He pauses to kiss me roughly outside the door before pulling me inside. He pays for the two of us before we’re taken to a private room where a few of his friends are waiting. “I hope you don’t mind, some of my buddies came to join us.”

“It’s okay.” I promise, even though seeing all of them makes my heart sink. “As long as they don’t bother me.”

“They’ve already been warned, babe, they’ve already been warned.” Kigai winks at me. Don’t test those waters after I’ve let you out. “Would you like to go first?”

“Yes, please.”

Once again, the music distracts me from my own crumbling little world. Life seems full of more promise as the notes spill from my lips.

“Hey, Takamaru! I’ve gotta take a piss. Keep an eye on my girl, okay? Make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble.” Kigai chuckles and glances at me before he leaves. Don’t do anything stupid.

“Sure, man.” Takamaru doesn’t even look in Kigai’s direction. He’s too busy focusing on Shihito’s selection. “What the fuck, man?! You’ve sung homura three times already! Pick something new.”

“Shut up, Taka, it’s the only song I know.” Shihito huffs, pulling up the microphone again.

“Hey, do you guys mind if I go grab a snack?” I ask, wanting to get some fresh air without Kigai hovering over me. If he gets back before I do, I can always blame Takamaru. He never goes too hard on his buddies.

“Sure, Ichi. Can you grab me a granola bar while you’re at it?” Takamaru tosses me a couple yen.

“Sure thing.” I nod and head towards the vending machine on the balcony.

I walk by a room where I hear such sweet sonorous notes I can’t help but glance into the window. Hizashi?! My feet stutter and I nearly trip. I have to keep walking. Kigai is liable to beat him up if he even sees he’s in the same building. If I were to stop and wave? Impossible. I force myself to keep walking until I make it to the machine.

Once I’ve got a pack of crackers and Taka’s granola bar, I hang over the railing and take a deep breath. When did this all start? Why did I let myself get roped into this? I hate this… None of this is your fault, Little One. Kigai is a manipulator and a fiend. And his quirk makes it inanely difficult to give any sort of proof to the authorities of your predicament.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Hizashi’s voice joins me on the balcony. I jump back as if stung and start backing away from him. His moves his hands from his pockets and holds them up in surrender. “Woah, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I turn to look and make sure Kigai isn’t headed back to our karaoke room and then back to Hizashi. “You can’t be here.”

“Is he hurting you?” He asks me bluntly, eyes somehow fierce and kind all at once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I choke out, starting to speed walk back into the building. This can’t be happening. Kigai’s going to kill him if he sees him anywhere near me!

His hand grabs my wrist and I’m forced to pause and turn back to him.

“Is he hurting you, Ichijiku?”

The first time I saw his gaze in the club, I nearly lost myself. Seeing it now, so intentional and worried…I feel I have no choice.

“Yes.” I hiss, eyes watering. “Yes, he hurts me. All the time. For big things, for little things. But I take it, okay?” Part of me is angry. Not even at Hizashi, just everything in general. Why the hell am I in this predicament? What did I do except love people and want them to love me back? It’s okay. You’re allowed to be angry. Especially at this situation. “I take it because Kigai says he’ll hurt my family if I don’t. Because they’ll die if I don’t suck it up like a good girl, alright? And he’s going to hurt you too, Hizashi. He’ll hurt you really bad if you so much as look at me. If you’re so much as seen with me.” I keep glancing back, waiting at any moment for Kigai to round the corner and exact his punishment. “So go! Leave me alone. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt for my sake…please.” I beg, finally yanking my hand free of his hold.

When I hear Kigai’s voice down the hall, I don’t look back. I rush back into the room just in time and hand Taka his granola bar. I start nibbling on my crackers so I can compose my face before he walks in. I smile at him and offer him a cracker.

“Oo, got me a snack, baby?” He takes the whole pack and leaves me the one. “Thanks.”

The rest of the evening, I’m too nervous to sing like I want to. I pick one or two songs to make sure Kigai’s off my scent, but mostly I watch him and his friends sing. In reality, I keep watching the door to make sure Hizashi doesn’t walk by.

By the time we get ready to leave, it’s dark. I assume that Hizsahi is long gone, because as we walk by his room on our way out, it’s empty and quiet. Thank you, Lord. He deserves a better lot in life than this.

“Damn, Kigai, every time we go out for karaoke I forget just how shitty of a singer you are.” Taka teases as we give the desk lady her key back.

“Hey, man! I’m not that bad. At least I can carry a tune.”

“Barely.” He snorts, before nudging Shihito. “And this fucker only has one song he can sing!”

The ribbing continues as we walk out the door. I keep my eyes down and my arm wrapped around Kigai’s until a group of voices convene on us and someone suddenly pulls me out of Kigai’s grasp.

“Police! Get on the ground, now!” Someone barks out, and my brain struggles to keep up.

Kigai and his pals look shocked to say the least. Kigai is the only one who tries to struggle, of course. “Get the fuck off me! Let my girl go! Babygirl, tell these fuckers to get off me!”

“Don’t hurt him!” I call out, aching heart bleeding for him even in spite of all the bruises he’s left on my heart and my body.

“Get on the ground.” The cop repeats, needing two more officers to help bring Kigai down to the ground. “Sir, you’re under arrest.”

The world around me sways. My breath gets shaky and I start crying as I beg them to leave him alone. What am I doing?! I want them to take him but… He’s a manipulator. He’s made you afraid and obligated to him. I want him out of my life. I don’t ever want to see him again. My pleas ultimately die down as my sobs get louder.

The weather is colder in the darkness. My body starts shaking and I start swaying.

“It’s okay, ma’am. We’ll get it taken care of. You’re safe now.” The woman holding me rubs my shoulders and starts looking around. “Can one of you grab a jacket for–”

“I’ve got it taken care of.” Hizashi’s voice melts into my eardrums as the police get Kigai into the back of their cruiser. I wrap my arms around myself and then he’s got something warm and soft wrapped around my shoulders. “Here. Take my jacket.”

I turn to Hizashi and then back to the police cruiser. I look at the woman.

“Excuse me, Officer?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Th–That man…Kigai…he…he said he’d hurt my family if I ever turned him in. Are they–”

“This young man here told us the story. We’ve got a unit at their house.” She assures me, rubbing my shoulder. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, honey. We’ve got it all covered. We’ve been trying to find definitive evidence to put this guy away for years.”

I look at her, disbelieving. “H=How did you find any evidence?”

The officer looks at the cruiser as Kigai is hauled off, before she looks at Hizashi with a smile and then back to me. “Your friend here said that he recorded your conversation in the karaoke place. He said he’d previously met you and was suspicious of the situation.”

“I hadn’t seen you in months. I was scared I was too late to do anything, so when I saw you…” He pauses. “I started recording on my phone before I walked over to talk to you. I was hoping that maybe if I was blunt enough…you might tell me what was going on.” Hizashi admits sheepishly. “So we left as soon as I got the evidence just in case your group was planning on leaving soon.”

For a long time, I just stare at him. I memorize everything I can about him. The way his hair frames his face and the small, pampered mustache making his smile pop out on his face. Then there’s his eyes.

One look and my body works without my permission. I wrap my arms around him, tackling him into a hug and feeling three years of pain and grief claw out of my chest and manifest as sobs.

“Thank you, Hizashi.” I hold his back in a death grip, and I feel him pat my back delicately.

“I couldn’t sit by and watch you get hurt without doing anything.”

“Ma’am, would you like me to walk you to your home?” The officer asks me, also reaching over to rub my shoulder.

“I don’t have anywhere to go right now.” I admit with a sniffle. “But if you can go with me to grab my stuff from Kigai’s, that would be great.” I turn to Hizashi. “Will you come with us? Please?”

“Of course. I won’t leave you alone right now. That a problem with you, Officer?”

“Not at all.” She assures.

When we make it to Kigai’s house, there’s blue and red lights flashing there too. Hizashi steps with me inside as the officer gets debriefed on other things found out about Kigai’s dastardly affairs. “It’s just down this hall.” I assure him.

Going back into Kigai’s room sends a cold chill down my spine. You’re mine, whore. You belong to me, understand? I pull Hizashi’s jacket tighter around me, before steeling my nerves and grabbing my bag and stuffing it.

“Anything you need me to grab?” Hizashi asks as he looks around.

“No. I don’t have much.” I toss in my phone and charger, a few changes of clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, and a few other necessities. “I think that’s all.” I say once I’ve got everything together. When at last I turn to him and meet his gaze, I’m expecting to hear foul words stabbing into my brain.

He is not Kigai, Little One. It’s going to be okay.

My nose quivers as I look at him. “He’s really gone.”

“He won’t hurt you anymore, Ichijiku.” Hizashi nods. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

I don’t have to be afraid.

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