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three-self-shippers · 4 years

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𝒞𝒶𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 // 𝒜𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒩𝑜𝓍

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Aizawa x Nox / Daqat

Trigger Warnings: Mention of religion, Mention of suicide attempt, detailed suicide attempt, self-inflicted harm, hurt/comfort, self deprecation, mention of depression, anxiety, bad irrational habits, mention of sleeping disorders, symptoms of borderline personality disorder, slow-burn, angst, and confrontation.

**Yeah..

⇐ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs - ɴᴇxᴛ ⇒

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Talking in Arabic with my mom, trying to explain why I was so busy with work and moving in before dad took the phone from her. “There are pictures of you with EraserHead! You better not be doing shit behind our backs! Especially that we’ve given you trust to move away! You donkey you better--” I translated what his insults were in my head as I held the small device away.

“I’m not-- T-Trust m-me--” “Shut it! You better remember you’re there for work, so don’t go dirtying your name like that you fucking idiot!” I felt myself shudder at his harsh words. I should’ve gotten used to this after years, he was always strict but that’s his way of showing love.

“Y-Yes dad,” I got my stuff and tried just passing it by as I walked out of the agency, my tears unknowingly streaming down my face and he continued lecturing in my native language. Only when I got home that he hung up on me, before my mom called again to apathetically apologize and pass it off as ‘it’s how he always was’.

At that, I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“That pathetic excuse doesn’t work anymore, it’s overused. You can’t just try justifying him like that, he can’t just say stuff like that! And I know too well I’m in for a treat in my bank account in twenty minutes once he finds out I didn’t do anything. Yet it sickens me none of you two care enough to trust your own daughter.” I growled into the phone, voice cracking.

“He could try and fix his stupid language, or temper, anything. I’m not a kid anymore and that means I don’t have to be treated as one. For all I know I can take care of myself and figure it out without your help or his. I could be happy for once and not worry about the effort of making you two proud because even miracles don’t make you surprised-- But that’s only because it’s me, isn’t it? Why was I the only child which didn’t get congratulated emotionally for anything? Just tip tap me stupid money and presents when all I ever wanted is for your stupid approval, yeah?” I vented out.

“Nono, we praise you a lot--” “No. You don’t.” I interjected, feeling worse that I’m being this harsh on my own mother, yet the bottled words I had for my dad couldn’t be said out to him and she’s probably the only one who can get talking to him later on. That’s if she even takes me seriously or will pass it as a ‘phase’ like she always does.

“All I ever heard is plain compliments, no depth to them. I don’t feel emotions because you two never convey them. You never took my assumptions seriously a few years ago. Guess what happened? I almost died last night because of me blacking out on top of a building.” I firmly spoke.

“HA?--”

“Don’t get too surprised, if it weren’t for EraserHead saving me I would’ve been in the papers as the death-list. Even though my boss and I never did anything bad, alone-- Like your husband who’s also my dad assumes, I could feel that he cares for his other interns and myself.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner--”

“The doctor gave me depression meds, she said I had mental illnesses, and that they overlapped over the years. There’s a million damn things you don’t know a thing about, mom. Say, what’s my favorite color?” .

“Blue.. Orange? I remember you saying it once--”

“Wrong, it’s pink. Pink and black. Baby pink and utter black.” I corrected her. “Tsk, either ways. Don’t make me say this, but if dad doesn’t get more open-minded or at least listens for what I had to say, I’d have to stop calling you two.”

“You can’t do that, you’re not a guy who can cut off--”

“Don’t test me, just because I’m not a guy doesn’t mean anything, all I have is to press the block button and change my address.” I gritted. “I just want you two to be proud, but you never did that even when I graduated the hero course. You two prevented me from applying for UA when I could’ve at least tried. Either ways, my boss has business with you two, he was a gentleman enough to not act upon things before asking me….”

Silence filled the lines before it was cut sharply with her sigh. “You can’t marry a foreigner--” “Watch me. He’s a hero and very moralic, very good with kids and teenagers since he’s also a teacher at UA. I’ll give him your phone number and you can talk through with him and convince dad or something. Know that I acknowledge his good traits and will be stubborn for my own good if you two don’t agree.” I inhaled air since I was speaking so much.

“Noons, we care about you--”

“You’re always okay with father being so harsh with us -me and my siblings- all these years. Me and my sisters raised to be obedient and just agree to everything he says, all the assumptions, it hurts, you know? We have feelings, too, we get hurt. And oddly, we don’t explode in temper tantrums all over people around us like he does.”

Mom stayed silent at that, I know-- She knows I’m right. “There’s nothing you have to say, just let me live for once, at least I’d be happy.” My voice cracked down, I can feel my tears dropping. “I’ve denied myself for so long, you two didn’t notice but the way you two handled my high-school self-- I doubt the validity of my own feelings. I should be happy with what I have, I’m acting like a brat, there’s no place for sadness or despair in my life. And it just makes me feel worse, probably the reason why I didn’t eat my supposed meds yet.”

“Don’t take them-- There’s nothing wrong with you! You’re just homesick--” “Mom.” I stressed, calling her off.

“My suicide attempts, cutting and bad sleep schedule speaks for itself. Not to mention my stupid thought process. When are you two going to accept the fact you’re both the reason it’s this way?” I sniffled while clearly talking.

“It’s been long enough for me to deny the fact I’m imperfect, so just let me at least attempt to do something right.” My soft though cracked voice spoke. “I love you, mom, goodbye.” I hung up after she said it back.

Sighing, I dropped my clothes off and went to the shower, letting the warmth of the water hit my face as I slowly slid down the tiles and balled up on the shower floor.

“He deserves better, though… Someone who hasn’t got these self-inflicted scars. How did it even happen?” I asked myself as I caressed the badly-healed wounds and the unhealed ones. “I don’t want to know what’ll happen. I don’t want to know, I--” My sobs echoed, the tears melded with the water that soaked me.

After properly showering, actual force pulled me to eat my meds for the first time. After stuffing some bread in my mouth, drinking milk then brushing my teeth, I fell asleep under my duvet.

For the first time ever, I slept fairly good. Actually, I’ve never fallen this deep into sleep since.. I can’t recall. Although, it was such a deepened sleep that I actually dreamed of uh-- Things.

Well, specifically about what I’d used to think I’d be, a singer of sorts-- If it weren’t for these obstacles. A lot of things prevented me from being that, doing what I loved as a job. I’m still thankful for it, because if it weren’t for my parents scolding me about it then I wouldn’t be able to study heroics and personally meet my idol. But that was the most memorable part of the dream, somehow.

It changed from me being on stage to be sitting on a decorative couch, everything’s beaming with white rays around me. Almost making it impossible to focus on anything. I noticed the white dress I was wearing, is this supposedly some sort of vision?

A figure came into sight from the bright fog that surrounded me, and once it was close enough for me to recognize who it was, my eyes opened, waking me up from the sleep.

“I hate this.”

I use too many ‘I’s. It’s so selfish, isn’t it? It is. I’m nothing, just a piece of scarred flesh and fat that happened to be some unknown sidekick. I could never achieve anything and I’m probably playing a risky line by doing what I am right now. I’m going to hurt a lot of people by doing this, especially EraserHead. I shouldn’t even exist, it’d be much better of a deed to erase myself from existence.

Absentmindedly, I went over my closet and got a cotton-like kind of rope out. “I hope this time you won’t fail me like the other times.” I whispered to myself, feeling tears threaten to come out as I tied it securely around my neck. My lips pursed forcibly to make a smile, for some reason I was happy? Why is that? The pills, perhaps?

But that didn’t stop me from linking the other side of the rope with my support item watch, which acted like an anti-gravity weight as I placed it on a high shelf. I slowly lifted my feet up from the ground, letting the weight force gather on my neck, bruising it as my breathing hitched.

All I could think of is how I’m wasting everything I’ve worked so hard on, because I’m someone who doesn’t deserve any of it, someone who grew up to be a simple obedient doll. To eventually sell off to some ruthless Arabian as his wife, which I refused to, working my way here but it still didn’t make me happy.

I’m so selfish, huh?

Whilst that happened, air being blocked from entering my lungs and me calming down my responsive body which ached to be put down. Eyes rolled back in agony, everything faded into a darker shade, darker, darker, until everything was completely black.

Please, please, please don’t let me wake up. I don’t want to wake up-- Wait if I can think and dream still, doesn’t that mean? Fuck.

“Chaiai? Daqat?”

“Daqat?” Aizawa’s softened voice questioned my consciousness as I dragged my eyes open. “Why did you--” “Shh, I don’t want you to talk. Don’t get riled up, okay?” He cut me off. I let out an exaggerated sigh as I turned my head to the side. I was in my bed, not in a hospital.

“I knew something was off with the way you were yesterday, so I took responsibility for visiting you before going to class. I’ve taken today off to what I saw, either way.” He explained.

“I don’t--” “You don’t have to explain anything if you don’t want to. If you’re uncomfortable to do so just yet.” He assured, his rough dry touch coming to contact with my face as he turned my face to look at him.

“Be sure I’m always going to save you. So don’t scare me like that, kitten.” His addition made my cheeks flush, thought it sounded natural, his touch on my skin felt as if it belonged here. “I didn’t take you to a hospital because it’d be a scandal to be seen carrying you. But I’m glad you’re alive.” His ridget knuckles brushed against my temples, I was speechless.

“You’re too kind..” I mentioned to him as I sat up, away from his touch though I longed for how it felt warm on my skin. “Chaiai you should rest--” “It’s alright, I just need to…” As I got my eye gel, squeezing it’s contents into my eyes before plopping to sit on the bed beside him again. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“I do. I’m doing so many wrong things. I think I’ll stop taking the pills, they didn’t stop me from committing that--” I coughed lightly. “Though I might take the insomnia pills from time to time, I had a good sleep.” I reported to him.

“I’m glad.” He mumbled. “So, want to talk about it?” He asked, his bangs covering his face as he tilted to look towards me.

“It’s complicated, I don’t want to burden you, Senpai--” “It’s my job as a hero to be burdened, either ways, you don't burden me. It’s a pleasure to help you, actually.”

Silence gathered up in the room’s dense air before I started speaking, merely saying everything I ought to think about.

“I’m selfish, and I hate it. It feels like I say too many ‘I’s, as if I was self-centered. All my life I tried to make my parents proud, yet somehow they never were. They never listened to me or my thoughts. They never took anything I said seriously. They-- Always said I was a brat that I wasn’t thankful for what I had, that there were children starving in Africa and that there’s no place for me to be sad. That my feelings weren’t valid. I grew to doubt myself, too. My abilities, if my skills were ever enough, if I was ever valid? At this point, everything feels fake, as if my existence or not wouldn’t make a difference. No matter what I tell them, how much I correct them, how much I’d tell them or try to tell them about myself or what I like, they always made fun of me. Never were keen on acknowledging anything I’d do. I just.. My existence and every resource spent on it is a waste….”

I didn’t defy this stewing feeling that simmered for years now. “Chaiai, I can assure you your existence isn’t that.” “But you can’t simply say the opposite and expect this thought process to be cured with a simple click, EraserHead.” I objected immediately.

“Give me your father’s mobile.” He demanded in a firm voice. My heart dropped as I whipped my vision towards him. “B-But--” “Hand it, I’ll discuss those matters with him. From an adult to another.”

Uneasiness bubbled in my figure as I sent him my dad’s number. I know too well this is leading to something… Not good.

“Shh, calm down, why are you afraid?” He brushed a strand of my hair off my face, for it only to fall back into its messy position, too short to be tucked.

“I don’t want to know what my dad would do…” I admitted, fear stilling myself, steadily dripping inside me of all the worst-case scenarios.

“I want to comfort you but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Now that I searched about how your culture is.” He concluded.

“You’re a very..” I reached my hand out to his face, but hesitantly retrieved it without contact. “..Very kind person.” I spoke in a soft murmur. Tears formed in my waterline again, blurring my sight before they fell. Making it clear to see again that Aizawa’s nose reddened and his own tears were streaming. I jolted up and bowed at him as an apology.

“I’m so sorry Senpai! I--” Feeling a pat on my head, his hand ruffling my hair as a sweet gesture which only made my silence my weeps more. My knees bent down out of their own accord, making me crawl into a ball on the wooden floor, right in front of Aizawa as I slipped out from his longful touch. Especially that the feeling that brought us together was consistently denied.

The magnetic field that we had to defy, it hurt to say I can’t do anything about it. Not when we’re technically still strangers. Not when I’m strictly forbidden to do these sort of scandalous actions. The fact he shouldn’t be here in my apartment, it’s suggestive, isn’t it?

“That’s it, let it out. Let it all out, it’s better that way, right?” The deep voice spoke, overpowering my muffled yelps by biting my knuckle to do such. At this point, I drew blood from my fingers by the pressure I applied, only to dig further with my teeth, ignoring the taste of iron.

“Noor,” His voice lingered, calming down whatever chaos went on in my head, to only focus on his want-list. “I want-- Need you to calm down, could you do that?” His palms rested on his knees, while he crouched down to level eyes with me as I lifted my teary peering eyes. “I understand whatever’s going on, it’s hard to bear alone. More importantly, you’re not alone, even if you feel like it.”

“Y-Y-Yes, EraserHead-Senpai.” I stuttered, voice cracking as I sniffled back any remaining cries. I can’t even try to hug him or do any sort of comforting thing, it’s too risky and I’m afraid… Somehow that my parents would find out.

“Good. Now I need you to get dressed. We’re going out, perhaps some fresh air could help fixen your emotions and clear up, if a bit.” Only then I realized that I was in fact, still in my nightdress. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I sniffled again: “O- Yes--” I tried to cover my face from the shameless plug that was.. Me weeping in a black silky nightdress which I committed suicide in, but was saved.

The breeze carried cherry blossoms to be flowing on the pavement as I timidly walked with Aizawa, distance kept between us. He typed something in his phone as we entered some sort of shop.

It had--

It had cats!

A cat café!

If Aizawa was boring at me as I felt, he must’ve noticed the way my eyes just sparkled at the sight of cats. But I couldn’t help it, I missed Toto and that special sassy kind of affection cats have to offer in general.

“I’ll be back,” He spoke after we chose a table in the middle of the heavenly cat chaos. “order something for both of us.” He insisted before going out while lifting his phone to his ear.

My heart was pacing, a welcoming kind of warmth overthrowing the fear when I’m with him. Moreover, the cats rubbing my calves were doing magic. I reached out to touch a ginger one, it accepted my petting before going to sleep by a plush bed.

A black cat jumped on the table in front of me, I giggled as it was obvious it wanted attention with those big green eyes. “His name is Omen.” A sweet voice called to me, the girl who worked here came over to take the order.

I scratched Omen’s cheeks and behind his ear, that’s where they like it. Since cats can’t reach that place. I cupped his face and kissed between his eyes, like what I usually do with Toto, my chartreux, back home. But he was friendlier, Toto was more moody and a loner. He then climbed into my lap and found his slumber on my thighs, purring as he did so.

“I don’t hate this. I like this.” I nimbly told myself with a small curl of lips, looking down at the semi-chubby cat that rested on my thigh.

Right when the earl grey tea I ordered for me and Aizawa came alongside some mochi, the infamous noirette came back inside. “Sorry, I took long, didn’t I?”

“N-Not that I mind…” I murmured, timidition is still clear in my tone. “Relax, everything will turn out fine. I won’t let any harm reach you.” He affirmed once again.

“You c-can’t protect me from myself-- Watch me forever. But I will try my best, because I trust you. And because I don’t want to disappoint you.” I admitted.

“A disappointment, you’re everything but that.” He objected as he sipped his tea, my hands wrapped around my own warm cup. “Earl grey, great choice. Also, I see Omen has welcomed you.” He pointed out.

I hummed in agreement before taking the mochi and biting into it, letting the green-tea flavor sink in with the unique fuzzy texture of the cold treat, contrary to the tea. The cozy feeling made me subconsciously snuggle in my seat. That made Omen stretch and shift further to lay on my lower abdomen.

“I talked to your father. He’s quite the interactive type, isn’t he?” He started, shock seeped into me. Was that who he was on the phone with earlier? Shit, I forgot my stuff at home, only took my keys.

“I’m sorry..” I apologized, dad must’ve screamed at the pro hero. “Don’t apologize. Actually we came to an agreement, of sorts. That bothers the subject of me wanting you.” His forwardness didn’t fail in making my cheeks flush.

At the same time, I was thinking what the hell happened. What could happen, dad will disown me, I will be left by my family. It’s true that I get sick of how strict they get at times, since I’ve always felt happy when I was let free, but I still love them.

Trembles went across me. “Chaiai-San?” Aizawa concerned. “I’m saying he agreed after a few explanations, he’s waiting for your answer.” Aizawa repeated.

“W-What..?”

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three-self-shippers · 4 years

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𝒜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 // 𝒜𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒩𝑜𝓍

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Aizawa x Nox / Daqat

Trigger Warnings: Mention of religion, self deprecation, mention of depression, anxiety, bad irrational habits, process of burnout, mention of sleeping disorders, symptoms of borderline personality disorder, slow-burn, angst, and confrontation. (?)

**I’m invested in making this as realistic as I can, but uh, it’s not healthy, well, yeah--

⇐ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs - ɴᴇxᴛ ⇒

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A shiver went through me with how cold he was, he hates me now, doesn’t he? It weirded me out to the heart as I fixed up work that piled up on my desk to do later before fleeting out to the roof to catch up with him. As I skipped over each building to maintain my stealth, I thanked my ballet classes when I was a kid for teaching me how to maintain my balance and sort my weight as well as being flexible.

It was dangerous indeed, hopping off tall buildings and hanging from pipelines, but Aizawa wanted me two blocks away and that’s what I was going to do: go there.

As I reached the less luminated part of the area I saw his bending figure, crouched atop a pole as his hair lifted due to his usage of Erasure. I felt my breathing get heavy as my legs began to give out, a replay of what happened earlier today and the musky yet fresh wooden scent somehow being reincarnated in my nostrils except it was as thick as honey.

“Daqat..? Chaiai!” Aizawa’s distant yelling of my hero and last name was the last thing I noticed before giving out and falling off my footing. My body weight shifted to the left where the edge of the building was as I almost fell to my doom, if it weren’t for EraserHead saving me again.

As I woke up meeting with a much more beaming white light blinding my eyes, I cried out in pain that I forgot to even use my eye gel for three days and cried for hours atop it all.

A fork was being stabbed into my eye, it felt like it. I knew that the dehydration of my eyes would open that damn wound and I’d always refer the pain to being stabbed in the eye. I whimpered as I tried muffling my cries not knowing who’s talking to me or trying to soothe me out.

“Chaiai-San, what’s wrong?!” A figure jolted yet I was too busy to even think who it was, knowing too well it’s none other than Eraserhead.

The feeling of not knowing whether I should blink or not was unbearable as my eyes kept tearing up, trying to wash out the pain without success. When I open my eyes it hurts, when I close them it hurts more, the pain was intolerable though I had a high pain tolerance.

“Something’s in your eye I’m assuming? Don’t move, stay still. Shhhh..” His deep vibrations somehow overpowered the pain which was only growing more as the tears continued falling out especially from my left eye. I took my hand out of my eyes to show him how red they are, this isn’t the first time it happened to me.

“That’s it, stay still for me, alright? I’m going to put in them some hydrating droplets.” His tone was reassuring as I held onto the sheet of the bed I was laid on, my eyes hurting more than ever as I lowered down my painful whines. His flakey dry hands soon came into contact with the area under my left eye as he softly tugged my lower lid down to drop in the solution. My eyes absorbed it as if it was nothing while he applied to the other eye before going back to the first one again.

At this point I signed him to stop, the pain has reduced but is still there and I was not going to let him use all the solution in the bottle for me-- He needs it too. “E-EraserHead, why are you here?” I sniffled out while trying to sit up just to be laid down again by his hands on my shoulders to which I flinched out of his touch.

“You passed out and were going to die from falling off the building, I caught you with the binding cloth. And of course I have to accompany you to your full recovery, you’re under me, after all. And I wouldn’t be a good hero or boss if I just went by as if nothing happened.” He furrowed his brows at me.

“I don’t know--” “Of course you don’t, you don’t have a medical history of that, has it ever happened before?” He interrogated, cutting my sentence in half.

“This is the first time I’d passed out. But the air becoming thick and my muscles feeling as if they were about to give out weren’t.”

“Why do you have health insurance when you never use it?” “I do use it! Sometimes.” I tried countering him although he immediately followed up: “For your mental health, Chaiai. It’s clear what you just had was an anxiety attack--” “G-Get out.” I felt bad, very bad of that sort of confrontation.

“I’m not going to go--” “There’s nothing wrong with my mental health! I don’t have any sort of illness that associates with the way I think or my ability to take responsibility!” I yelled at him as my brows twitched when they knitted towards each other. A sense of betrayal and disappointment in myself filled in.

“Chaiai--” “Not another word, EraserHead, don’t say anything. I apologize that I’m being disrespectful right now but it’s for both your own and my good. You’re slurring a lot of words when you know nothing about me so please.. Get out of here. Because if you say another word I might just lose my admiration and respect for you.” I gritted at him, tears filling my irritated red eyes as I saw the curtain of guilt that fell upon him before he left me in the room.

The doctors came in asking me all sorts of questions to fill up my medical history, I asked them for the lubricator eye gel I use for my eyes and they gave me a little forum to answer. It consisted of questions that determined my mental state and I took these kinds of fill-ins to know how they look like. I answered all the questions as If I was living an average life.

Sleeping consistently, doing sports and hobbies, socializing, everything that I barely ever do if ever. I never sleep unless my body betrays me, I am a lazy sluggish person who only ever trains the necessary combat fighting and flexibility workouts and literally does nothing else, hobbies only as in the ones that seem to cheer me up for a brief minute before I remind myself how they’re the reason of disappointment that my parents felt towards me, and socializing which is something I’m awkward at except my very close friends if they reach out, though I do try to balance out my negative thoughts and my life out, it fails miserably every time.

The doctor took a swift look at my answers then at me before she brought the same forum again. And laid it in front of me. “Answer honestly, Chaiai-San.” The stern tone made me gulp in place, hesitant to tell the truth. “W-What do you mean? I answered it--” I couldn’t finish before I got cut off by her again. “We can’t help unless you answer honest--”

“I don’t need help!” I stood up to prove my point, not noticing I had a dripper attached into my veins which almost ripped off my bloodstream if it weren’t for the doctor lending a hand in and sat me on the bed again.

“I don’t know what kind of environment you came from, but bottling things up won’t do any good. Let’s just talk it out, yes?” The woman wearing a lab-coat asked with concern and empathy.

“Fine.”

While I got discharged, I looked at the little plastic bag in my hands. It contained various meds for depression, insomnia, anxiety and vitamins. Walking towards the hospital door, I felt nauseous as I didn’t like all the talking that happened, all the explaining. It’s been hours of just talking.

“Daqat, wait!” Aizawa’s voice called out as I turned around, he’s been waiting for me? I can’t do that with him. The fluorescent just made his face look more tired. My eyes looked at the shoes I wore, black, as most of my clothes were colorful I always ended up only wearing monotones.

“I apologize, I came off rude and ignorant to you.” My eyes refused to look up at him and I could feel my chapped lips press into a line. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not. As much as I’d like to give you time off the job, I suppose you wouldn’t take it.”

“This sort of thing shouldn’t affect my productivity. I apologize for being disrespectful earlier, too. And I’ll be going to the agency now, since you have class in an hour.” I checked my support item-based watch, it’s heavy but it’s part of my costume and I got used to it.

“Don’t overwork yourself. But at the same time do your best, plus ultra.” His sad-filled voice didn’t fit the motto of the school. He handed me the keys to the agency, as it dangled from his delicately long finger before I carefully took it. Though my efforts to not come to physical contact with him, our skin briefly brushed as the metal rings were held firmly in my hand.

The simple electric zap lingered on my fingertips, he felt it too, I can tell by the way he was startled. It mayhaps also be just concerned with my unexplained wariness, either ways.

“I’ll come by later with my intern, but just in case here’s the keys.” He spoke.

With that being said, I waved him off with a bow and a tired smile before going to the agency. The sun was on it’s way up, it’s golden rays showed how much time I spent in the hospital. Moreover how much time I wasted when we could’ve made the streets safer. I blamed myself for it, but apparently I was questioned by a therapist and was told to take these pills. I didn’t though, they might affect my usual work times.

I shoved the plastic bag into my over-sized purse before giving my face a quick wash and went out of the agency to fight villains. It felt good to let out my self-loathing at those lowly villains. To just blank out and focus on my next move. It was good that it was daytime, too, the warmth of the sun making my musk charm work better as I sweat more during arrests and combat.

Contrary to EraserHead’s request, I did end up doing an unholy amount of work by myself while his other sidekicks did their normal amount too. After buying some packed sushi from a nearby store, going back to the agency to shower, I sat by and played some cheesy One Direction music in my earphones as I started on the reports.

“Either ways, now that you’re in the hero course, it shouldn’t be something hard to grasp. You’re a fast learner and during this internship you will be finding ways to better the use of your quirk in battle.”

Aizawa’s voice overlapped with my music as I took off my earphones. Lifting my head up as they knocked on my door and came in. He had his intern whom I met a couple times already. “Shinsou! Nice to have you around.” I beamed at the lavender-headed teenager in UA’s uniform before I drew my eyes to look at the man beside him.

“Thanks, I’m blessed to be able to be here.” He replied. “You already met Daqat or Chaiai-San, my new sidekick. Either ways, are you free right now? I was thinking you sparring with Shinsou could make him more tolerable to your quirk and other quirks that are similar to yours.” Eraserhead chimed in as I stood up with the pile of papers that I finished.

“Yes, just let me submit these reports--” “How many villains did you arrest?” The noirette was annoyed at my obvious overworking and sudden productivity. “Don’t worry, they were all thugs. Around thirty four?” I assumed as I carried the papers away.

Aizawa looked at me while I hurried away with the pile, shaking his head. “That woman.. Let me show you where the changing room is so you can get into your costume.” Aizawa went to guide his intern.

Round after round of sparring with Hitoshi, not replying to his quirk, constantly dodging the binding cloth and pinning him down without failure due to the difference in experience. I can see Aizawa signing me to stop as he woke up from sleeping, zipping down the sleeping bag, the same one he covered me in a day ago..

I stood up, lent a hand to help the younger hero-in-training up which he took. An evident redness laid across my own cheek of the workout but also because of how EraserHead was snuggled two minutes ago in his sleeping bag.

“Of course, you’re going to get better with time, evaluate your performance with Daqat to fix your mistakes.” Aizawa’s voice was heavy with sleep. “Y-Yeah, there were quite a lot of loopholes you can cover up in your fighting.” I tried being helpful by pointing it out, explaining how he could not give out chances when close-combat fighting.

“But don’t you think it’s a bit unfair?” Hitoshi asked, to which we both looked at him weirdly. “You can avoid my quirk. I can’t just-- Stop breathing or not try reading into your next move.” He explained.

“It’s not true.” I objected to him, he looked at me questionably. “Your quirk is powerful, Shinsou. You just need a little training, but you’ve got the quirk to be independent. Haven’t you asked why some twenty-four year old is still a sidekick?”

“Because my quirk aids other people, something that drains energy and boosts, it needs someone else to make use of it most of the time. Back in my place, I constantly trained my sparring since I couldn’t depend on my quirk alone like most people. Quirks often are an add up to daily life routines but in my cause I had to do extra hard to level things. Though I’ve already accepted that I probably won’t ever get enough votes to open my own agency so working for EraserHead is the best offer I’ve got.” I lectured in a rather depressed voice.

“I’ll assign you to spar with someone else or go on a patrol, whatever’s on the schedule. Daqat, I need to talk to you.” Aizawa chimed in, changing the subject.

My whole body shivered at that last part. “I-- O-Okay--” I coughed, clearing my throat, nodding as I followed him to the office after he left Shinsou with another sidekick. The ground suddenly became the place where my eyes were stuck on as I occasionally glanced either at the back of his shoes or his back profile.

Once we were in his main office, he asked me to close the door and cornered me immediately, in his verbal sense: “Your culture doesn’t allow you to date, right?”

My face became all shades of every color as I felt my stomach do flips, my throat felt as if someone made me drink a cup of sand. “It’s not something you should be ashamed of, your possible religion that is, I’m assuming.”

“Y-Y-Yes,” I stuttered, almost as a whisper as I fidgeted with my hand. “I’m muslim so it’s… Taboo.” I breathed out, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole, this wasn’t the type of situation that I’d be put in.

“I figured. So, are you going to tell me how it works?” He deadpanned at me, to which I tilted my dead, being the dumb person I am. How did I deem so smart yet so stupid at the same time?

“How does it work if I-- Wanted to associate with you.” He explained questionably. My heart skipped a beat. “W-Well, y-you’d have to talk to my p-parents and it-- Uh, usually involves a deal of money of sorts? I’m s-sorry but-- Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you want to… Associate with me?” I looked down to my fingers which were scratching themselves. My left thumb digging at my pinkie almost drawing blood. He deserves better, he’s so good and a hero atop it all. He can’t associate with such a fuck-up like me.

“Well, it’s my choice isn’t it? And I find you quite… Amusing.”

“But we just met and you’re my bo--”

“It’s fine. Not as if it was a scandal, you’re my sidekick and it shouldn’t be a problem. More importantly, is that a yes?”

“No. You don’t-- You can’t mar-- Associate with me.”

“Why not?”

“I’m a mess, I’m weak, imperfect. You don’t want to commit to something like that it’s-- You deserve better.” I exclaimed, denying the built up feelings and the fact I write vanilla romance fan-fictions of him when I’m alone.

“Chaiai-San, I don’t necessarily think those define you. More importantly, I never believed in love from first sight, but you’re quite something else--” “Don’t say that.” I cut him off.

“Sorry, just.. I’m not sure about anything. It’s true, I’d love to have a life partner but still,” I inhaled before exhaling with my next line: “uncertainty of my parents’ reactions is scaring me.” I had goosebumps of the mere thought of it, all the worst-case scenarios that could happen.

“Chaiai-San, Daqat, look at me.” He spoke in a softer tone as I lifted my gaze to him reluctantly. “Do you trust me in my choices?” I gulped as my breathing became heavier. “Calm down, breathe.” His soothing voice prevented me from guiding myself into a panic attack.

“I-I-I t-trust you.” I managed to say. “You aren’t forced to associate with me, are you hesitant to be involved in a relationship with me?” He asked.

“N-No! I’d actually-- Love to! You’re my idol-- It’s not-- It’s not like I don’t uh-- Feel the same…” I slurred up incoherent words. My gaze wouldn’t dare to look up to see his expression but I knew too well; it’d be one between a flustered smirk and a concerned thinking knitted brows.

“It’s settled then. If you need anything, talk to me. Keep in mind I’d want to talk to your parents. You’re dismissed for the day. Get some rest, for me.”

The last part made my head overload. I didn’t know what to say to it. “Th-Thanks, S-Sir. You too-- Uh, do your best-- I-- Sorry--” I excused myself with yet another trail of mushed-up words.

When I reached my office to grab my things, I found out my phone was ringing.

“Mom…”

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#self ship #self insert #aizawa x self #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa x oc #aizawa shouta #aizanox

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three-self-shippers · 4 years

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𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 // 𝒜𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒩𝑜𝓍

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Aizawa x Nox / Daqat, Todoroki x Kait (Mentioned), Bakugou x Steph (Mentioned)

Trigger Warnings: Mention of OC’s past, mention of OC’s religion, attachment, cursing (It’s me duh?), semi-trauma, slow-burn, crying, light-symptoms of depression, OC self-deprecation, beginning mentions of OC’s trauma, fanaticism, and a tiny bit of fluff.

**This was set after the TodoKait fic so yesh. Bon appetite!

⇐ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs - ɴᴇxᴛ ⇒

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Eyes were heavy with sleep and dry like sand as I opened my lids. A familiar bright room is what I came face with, a lounge of some sorts? I was on a grey couch covered with a yellow puffy sleeping bag that belonged to--

“EraserHead!”

I sat up properly, he forfeited his precious sleeping bag for me? Blinking a few times, I couldn’t help but pull the fluffy material up to my nose and smell it though I expected it to be sweaty and disgusting.

“Mmm, what is this stupid scent?” A wooden vintage scent folded in my lungs, bringing me to sniff the material more. It was a strange one indeed, old but fresh at the same time. Something I wouldn’t get tired of at least until I realized the fuck I was doing.

“Shit!” I dropped the sleeping bag off my face as if it was fire. After that, I got from the sofa and noticed my bag on the coffee table. “I fell asleep in the agency, why am I in UA’s teacher’s lounge?” I asked myself loudly , unnoticing the fact someone had come in and unexpectedly providing me an answer.

“I had to lock my place up, so no one would come in. More importantly, I appreciate the damage reports you did. They included no flaws.” A deep voice made me turn, my hands immediately traveled to try to straighten some parts of my suit which got badly wrinkled due to my sleep. “You slept pretty deep, how did you manage to do that with the music you had been listening to?” Aizawa questioned.

“I- I’m sorry. I should’ve not bothered you--” “Don’t apologize, I have last period homeroom in--” The bell rang all of a sudden. Despite the fact it wasn’t an annoying siren, rather a firm tune or melody.

“Now. You can fix yourself some tea and come by 2-A if you feel lonely. Though I doubt that you’d want to talk to kids when you have Midnight and Mic in the teachers’ room.” He assured me before waving off and leaving.

I’m just glad he didn’t notice me weirdly burying my face in his.. Sleeping bag. I went to the bathroom to sort of fix my makeup, glad I carry my tools and products wherever I go, and it comes in handy a lot of times.

The corridors looked like loops as I improved my way around with Aizawa’s infamous sleeping bag, acting like I knew where I was going. Yet I admit that I was lost when I passed by the support lab for the third time. I chewed down on my lips, not noticing the fact I might’ve dug a bit off until I tasted rust on my tongue. Honestly, I hate the fact it’s the end of summer because of this.

“Do you need any he--” “Please.” I cut her off with an awkward smile. While she wrapped things up before leading the way, she introduced herself as Kaitlyn, I recognized her from my past visits here.

“Here it is, class A..” She shyly pointed at the big door, it’d be my first time actually going to the class with students still in it. “I..” Fidgeting with my fingers, it felt awkward to be asking a student for help especially that I’m like this, supposedly an adult. “Can you come in with me? It’s kind of...Weird?” I tried explaining.

“Of course!” Kait opened the smaller normal-sized door and barged in as if it was a simple thing to do. I figured we both had a ‘now or never’ kind of concept. Unironically, it backfired when everyone’s heads turned to us by the door as I tried using the yellow sleeping bag as a hiding spot from the pryful and judgmental eyes.

“That’s Daqat, my sidekick who I told you about just now.” I heard him say as I peeked over, slowly stepping from behind Kait and into the class. “Grant, why are you he--” “I got lost!” I explained to him. “Sorry for cutting you off! But that’s uh-- Basically what happened is..” “No need to explain.” He lazily waved off as I handed him the sleeping bag in a sheepish manner.

I noticed Kait’s eyes were fixated on a certain student in that class, weren’t it to be Endeavor’s kid? Who were I to not know about that common knowledge? But just as he stared back at her with his turquoise and grey eyes, a small smile plastered on his face as I caught a glimpse of them not-so-secretly giving each other small waves from under the table.

“..I guess I’d get going now, sorry for interrupting your class, Sensei!” Kait apologetically bowed after snapping from whatever little moment she had before scurrying off again. I bit down on my lip as I mouthed her a thank you while she went.

Turning back to face Aizawa, I might’ve gotten a glimpse of his guard being left down, though he always seems like a laid-back person who just coincidentally likes the color black. It could be just my overthinking but as if Aizawa was relaxed for a second in the rather bright class.

“Won’t you say something to my class?” Aizawa clicked his tongue at me, which made me shudder at his stern demanding tone, more at his deep raspy voice than anything else.

“Y-Yes! I-- Uh….” Facing the students, I recognized them from passing by them before while doing my legal papers, coming and going at Aizawa’s office where’d help me. “I go by Nox or any nickname you’d want. Hope we’d grow close to work together when you all are full-fledged heroes. Nice to meet you all!” I managed to blurt out at them as I bowed respectively.

I let my hair act like a curtain of sorts as I took my proper standing again, I liked how it dimmed out the unnecessary lighting from my eyes.

That’s until I felt a rough touch on the side of my face as a strand was tucked in, just for me to flinch at the sudden contact and stare back at the noir-colored eyes that had a weird look expressing them. The hair which was tucked in flung back to its original placing as the pink girl squealed from his class.

“Eek! Aizawa Sensei-- What’d you do? What’d you just do?!” The girl with a pink complexion and black eyes with yellow orbs squirmed at the gesture as I didn’t know how to react other than step away from his radius.

“Ashido, be quiet. Unless you want a scolding. As in for you,” The noirette turned to me. “you should be a bit more used to the media and people fawning over by now.” He explained as I got flustered by the comment as it looped in my head with stray thoughts.

Was he one to fawn over me too? Or else why would I get an offer from the most advanced country from one of the best pro heroes that are known to me especially that I wasn’t good? Or how did he even know that I existed here?

“Y-Yes, sir-- EraserHead Senpai..” I stuttered at him, not having a clue which respective pronoun I should use for he was still older than me by a couple years.

“Tch, get a room--” A spiky-haired blond got a smack from a face I recognized as Stephanie’s.

After that, it somehow got more natural as I talked to the students, I wasn’t quite a talkative person. And I’d blame that for the nature of my years growing up but that’s a story for another time.

Now there was a good amount of stuttering and a dash of self-deprecation as I interacted with a certain greenhead known as Midoriya-- Who was asking about my quirk and suchs.

“Class dismissed, know that Daqat’s visits will be more often, perhaps you’d get a chance to spar against her.” By his tone I knew too well it was a time to dread.

After everyone left, Aizawa led me to pick up his stuff from the office, a place I’ve visited quite a couple times already during my stay so far. “You know, you could’ve just left if you wanted. Didn’t have to stay and wait.” A part of the underground hero wanted to finish his sentence: ‘for me.’

Realization settled in as my eyes scanned my shiny suit shoes. “I was too dependent on everyone, living my life alone is really not the thing I was prepared for as I thought I would be. My mind is always fixated whether someone might need a second hand. You’re the only person I know here and the same person I work for, so being around you all the time, ready to help, is part of my job as a sidekick, isn’t it?”

Trying not to leak too much of why perhaps I was like this, despite the feeling of Aizawa’s eyes being engraved into me.

“You’re being too attached, it’s probably not good for your own future. Not that I really mind it..” The hero mumbled the last part, to himself though I caught it. Deciding to not address that fact.

“D-Do you need me to do any edits to the reports that I--” “No, I already submitted them to the station. Let’s get something to eat,” He demanded as he picked his keys and binder from the desk before locking the darkened office. “unless you’re not hungry, which I doubt is true.”

I pressed my lips into a thin line, he’s right, I’ve been feeling as if my stomach has been digesting myself for the past thirty minutes. At the same time I was afraid of what his offering could mean; I’m not really the type to actually get into that world of love out of my fantasies. I don’t necessarily believe it even exists. So this was quite scary to myself, though he is a hero.

“Are you coming?” His voice called out to me, snapping me from zoning out in the middle of the hallway which was lit by the orange rays of the sun setting down.

“I-I don’t…?” I’m definitely going to hate what I was going to say. But I can’t just go out with a guy whether he’s my boss or not, hot or not. I’ve still got my traditions engraved into me. “I can’t eat with you, sorry..”

With that, I walked the other side to the farther set of stairs, opposite of where he was going. I just couldn't do it. All those years I’ve been raised to avoid interacting with people in general and now this happened to be that way with my boss and favorite hero, I don’t want to lose my respect for him. But I also wouldn’t want to burden him with how complicated things were if someone entered my life.

Holding back my tears until I came around my apartment wasn’t an easy task to do, a few escaped while I speed-walked the pavement sidewalks as I felt the pitying looks from strangers around me.

Taking off my suit Jacket which is also my costume and piling it on the sofa as I headed straight to my bedroom, plopping onto the bed and screaming my heart out into the pillow as tears continued to stream out, streaking my makeup and ruining the white pillowcases with makeup.

Nevertheless, I didn’t care, it wasn’t a time to explain my feelings towards him. His students, my parents and even EraserHead himself, they don’t know what I do when I’m not doing work. I’m the weirdest creep and still a traditionalist at that, it’s an odd mix yet that’s exactly why I wouldn’t want to associate with Eraser-- Aizawa at that kind of thing.

How would I face him tonight at work? I still work the night shifts with him, I can’t just not go and still get paid for it. Yet I also can’t find the words or guts to explain to him I don’t date, that my religion or strict parents wouldn’t let that happen. I can’t just date like any other person would, and the idea of it scares me. I still wonder why the hell would he show that side of himself to me? Why would he like someone who’s fucked up and not even from his own culture? From a place he probably knows nothing about and from a culture no one talks about or is really indulged in?

I don’t really remember when exactly, but by the headache I started getting and the fact my eyes refused to tear up anymore due to their dryness, I assumed it’s been three or so hours on my little breakdown. My pillowcase was, in fact, ruined with black streaks and makeup, so I threw the case in the washing machine alongside my other white laundry before making myself some earl grey, fixing up a sandwich, sitting by my desk and opening my laptop.

Some writing should make me feel better, it always does. Not being able to be in love in real life doesn’t mean I can’t dream, right? And that’s my little secret, I’ve got a writing blog for almost ten years now, I was a nerd for heroes. Rather, certain hot ones to be specific. Rather, I wrote specifically for EraserHead ever since he graduated from UA. Hence it was weird that I got to work for him this time around.

The screen lit up with it’s usual differing nature photos before I scanned my fingerprint and was face to face with my own fanart of him. “No one of my family nor friends knows about this.” I mumbled to myself as I opened a tab and typed in my blog URL to be faced with tons of notifications.

I’ll reply to them later, because I need to get some off my chest first. After writing for about thirty minutes straight, I went through my notifications to catch up with what I missed. There was a poll made by one of the bigger blogs. It was a vote on if I should be nominated as EraserHead’s official writer since I’ve written mainly for him and only him. The votes came out since the post was oldish, since four days ago, and the majority agreed on that.

I almost knocked myself out of my chair in disbelief, me? Me who’s basically a stalker? I can’t possibly be, could I? Speed-typing a thank-you post to everyone assigning me to that position before queuing up some of my finished short works for the next few days, I shut my laptop as it was almost time for my shift at eleven. I took a brief shower before slipping on a crispy-clean costume suit from the ones I owned, and taking the train to the agency since I left my car there the day before.

The street lamps were the only thing that showed me the way as I reached the agency, Trying to step quietly as I could into my office to put my things there, yet Aizawa’s voice caught me off guard: “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I have. You?” I politely asked back, giving off a disarrayed look I didn’t manage to hide in time. EraserHead didn’t answer though. “I’m going ahead, I expect you to be joining me two blocks right of the agency.” As he left off.

(To be continued~)

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#aizawa x oc #aizawa shouta #aizanox #bnha aizawa #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #mha aizawa #self ship #self insert

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three-self-shippers · 4 years

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Support

Pairing: Bakugou x Steph (mention)

A.N: this is a small fic that i did so i could mention that i changed my pronouns! Thank you for all of the support!

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I walked into class, nervous about the announcement i was going to say. I knew that it was what I wanted, and so, i wanted to tell them. I looked back at yesterday, when i told my best friends separately.

I walked into my teachers agency, searching for a specific person. I walked to the desk, asking for the hero. I was directed towards a door and i walked in, fidgeting nervously.

"Uh, Nox-san?" I looked to see her doing paperwork. She looked up and smiled, directing me to the chairs.

"Oh, hello, Stephanie. What do you need?" She didn't look up as she truned a page.

"I, uh well." I rubbed my neck, heart pounding.

"Don't be nervous, Steph." She looked up, smiling slightly before she looked back down.

I sighed and looked up, breathing deeply. "I have something to say."

Nox hummed, nodding.

"I....would like to be called she/they." I closed my eyes, getting ready for the screaming.

There was a silence as i closed my eyes, once i had the courage, i opened them to see Nox writing away. She noticed the long silence and broke it.

"Oh? Did you want me to say something?" She turned her head.

"I just thought you would be surprised is all." I sighed, my erratic breathing had ceased.

" i mean, i kind of knew." She wrote away.

"WHAT?"

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Once i had come back from the agency, i was hopeful. After exiting the agency, i called my friends, asking them to meet at my dorm room. They agreed, and now i was in front of my door, ready to face the music.

"Oh, hey!" Kait waved, stopping their conversation.

"Hey." Lei said, turning towards me.

"Oh, hey guys!" I waved, nerves coming back.

"So, what did you want to tell us?" Kait spinned a bit on my chair.

"Yeah, you sounded nervous." Lei agreed.

"Well, you see," I breathed deeply, "I would like to be called with she/they pronouns."

"Oh, okay!"

"Cool.."

"Wait, you're not going to argue?" I looked surprised.

"We're proud of you for making this decision, and its your choice, not ours!" Kait smiled.

"Yeah, i mean, in the end its your identity." Lei shrugged.

"Phew, well wannna hang out for a bit?"

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"What the fuck do you want?" Bakugou opened his door a bit, silently meaning that he wanted me to stay.

"Can we talk?" I figeted with my hands.

"Uh sure.." He opened the door, letting me come in.

"Well you see-" "I'm sorry" Bakugou interrupted me before I could finish.

"Huh?"

"If your fucking breaking up with me then.." He was interrupted by my laughs.

"WHAT?" He yelled.

"Im sorry! Just, let me talk..." I stopped laughing to feel my nerves flodding.

"Then, go!" He rolled his eyes, hiding his embarrassment.

"Well, you see...i want to be called by she/they pronouns." I breathed.

"Okay." He layed on his bed.

"Wait, youre not angry?" I looked, hesitantly.

"No, the fuck? Its your decision, idiot. Now come over here."

I laughed and cuddled with him until we both fell asleep.

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Now, i was in front of my class, reciting over my small speech.

"Okay, say what you have to say, Akari." Aizawa gestured to the front, where i stood as he went to take a nap.

"I, uhh" Fidgeting nervously, all my thoughts came back. What if they rejected me? What if they made me move classes? I shook them off as my boyfriend, Bakugou, shouted.

"Just fucking get on with it."

I sighed, getting ready to have my future on the line.

"I would like..to be referred by she/they." I looked around, searching for a reaction.

Everyone burst into congratulations, some asking questions.

"So, how does that work?"

"Well, i would like you to swich from pronouns, if thats possible." I rubbed my neck.

"Yeah, thats so manly!" Kirishima yelled.

I took a sigh of relief knowing that the people i care about will always support me.

#bakugou x oc #bakugou x steph #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugo katsuki #self insert #self ship #bakugou x self insert

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So, could i get the full names and your quirks? For all of you...

Ask the blogs we made for that purpose, it’s pinned. But also here

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“you’re a piece of hot flaming garbage!”

Todoroki x Kaitlyn

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Genre: fluff, self-insert oc x character

Warnings: cursing, angst if you squint, Endeavor🤢

Word count: 2k

A/N: this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would. this is canon to the current ‘storyline’ we have decided to play out over on @kait-answers, @stephie-answers, & @lei-answers. I had a lot of fun portraying how I think I would act if this scenario actually happened. enjoy! :)

↠ After finally confessing to Todoroki, we manage to go on our first date. Not without an unwanted interruption, however.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It’s Saturday night, and I’m so fucking nervous. I think I might puke. Going on a date with the sweet, heroic, powerful, handsome, and every other positive adjective in the dictionary boy that I’ve been pining after for a year is not as easy as I imagined it to be.

Y’know, going to Japan’s famous hero school will teach you a few things. How to properly use your Quirk, how to build support gear, how to piss off your friends, etc. but the one thing they fail to account for is how to be an average teenager, with hormones and shit. So, when I first saw Shoto Todoroki for the first time at the first-year sports festival, I didn’t know how I felt. American boys are great and all, but this is the first time I feel like I am genuinely liked. Now here I am, at a nice restaurant, across from the person that holds my heart in his hands.

The restaurant Todoroki made reservations at is fantastic. Beautiful lights hang from the ceiling; everything is decorated with black, gold and red accents, and wooden chairs and tables. The table we’re sitting has this amazing view of the sunset, and the light cascading over us makes it ethereal. Candles and a vase of flowers also accentuate the romantic mood. I couldn’t even afford to eat here if I tried. The place isn’t too packed, and the hostess gushed at us when we came in. That was humiliating.

I look great, or at least I think I do. Although, that’s all thanks to Steph and Lei. Lei altered my dress and added lace detailing, complementing the light blue satin material nicely. It has a flowy skirt, spaghetti straps, and I paired it with some simple ballet flats. Steph insisted that I at least wear some makeup, so I let her do some light mascara, blush, eyeshadow, and lip gloss. I did my hair, straightening it and doing a half-up-half-down updo.

I rub my sweaty palms on my napkin, adjust my glasses, and absentmindedly fiddle with the pendant around my neck. I really wish I knew how to start a conversation and not be awkward. Coincidentally, we both ordered soba. I’m also pretty sure I saw two mysterious figures that looked particularly like my best friends.

“Um, thank you again...for this. You look really nice.” I start. “By the way.” Todoroki looks at me, and I freeze. He looks perfect. He’s dressed in a simple white button-down that complements his red and white hair and beautiful heterochromatic eyes. He looks straight out of a magazine.

“You’re welcome. It’s my first time doing this kind of thing, so I hope it’s to your liking. You look nice as well.” He gives me a small, gentle smile, and I swear to god I would’ve melted right on the spot. I smile back at him, genuinely.

“So…how's the hero work going?” I ask.

“Good. I’m participating in a work-study right now.” Todoroki responds. “How’s the support course?” He asks me.

“It’s good! I recently finished Stephanie’s upgraded mask, and now I’m working on Lei’s hero costume. I’m thinking of making her gloves and making her actual suit lighter. I have so many ideas…” I didn’t realize I was rambling until suddenly there was a bowl of soba in front of me. “Oh. Uh, sorry, Todoroki. I was rambling,”

“It’s fine, Kaitlyn. I enjoy listening to you speak about something you seem so passionate about. But please, call me Shoto.” Todoroki says bluntly. A fierce heat spreads across my cheeks as I comprehend what he just said.

“Okay. S-Shoto. Are you sure that’s okay? I-I know that’s kind of a big deal in Japan, and…” I trail off. His given name sounds strange with my accent, but it feels right. “Shoto,” I say again, testing the pronunciation.

It was now Shoto’s turn to be flustered. A light pink color had blossomed on his face, and it was adorable. A giggle erupts from my lips without warning.

“Is something funny?” Shoto asks me. He tilts his head to the side in confusion, slurping on his noodles.

“No, it’s just, you’re cute when you’re blushing,” I say, half surprised by my forwardness. Oh my god. Why did I say that? Shoto looks like he doesn’t know what to say. Instead, the blush deepens, he coughs and changes the subject. I guess I'll take that as a good thing.

“Do they have soba in America?” He inquires. I look down at the half-eaten, delicious meal in front of me and think.

“Not exactly. They have different types of noodles and Americanized versions, but none are as good as this. I’m not surprised that it’s your favorite food.” I explain.

“Hmm,” he nods, “how do you know it’s my favorite food?”

Dammit. I exposed myself.

“Um , I kinda...memorized your schedule and noticed that you got cold soba at lunch every day. I figured it was your favorite.” I scratch the back of my neck nervously and blush again.

“Oh. You like spicy curry, but sometimes you get warm soba. I also memorized your schedule, but I didn’t mean to.” He casually adds.

“Yeah, I do. I like spicy food. Soba is delicious as well.” I smile. I don’t show it, but butterflies flutter in my stomach at his words. Maybe he does really like me.

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After finishing dinner, I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Laughter bubbles up from my chest as Shoto tells me about how he thought he was the “hand crusher” because of how Midoriya and Iida got injured in their first year.

“Hand crusher? Really?!” I laugh. “I am the hand crusher.” I hold up my hand and playfully mock Shoto’s formal, monotone voice.

“Don’t mock my concern for my friends, Kait. I might crush your hand too.” Shoto smirks. For a split second, I fear he’s serious, but the light expression that plays on his usually stoic features says otherwise. “I remember that time I was passing by your class and you stabbed yourself with a pencil using your Quirk.”

“Oh, yeah. I was actually, um, staring at you...” I chuckle, slightly embarrassed as I recall the memory.

“Really?” Shoto wonders.

“It’s really embarrassing telling you this, but my Quirk activates and is harder to control when I’m feeling a strong emotion. I still have the led mark.” I laugh again, and I notice Shoto staring at me. I look at him and he looks away. We both blush.

We continue to walk side by side, heading back to U.A, and I admire the scenery. The night sky is beginning to peek out from the horizon and stars twinkle brightly on it. I look back at Shoto, but his expression changed drastically, and he stepped in front of me.

Then I see him. Endeavor, the number one hero, stands in front of us, scowling. His towering presence was scary up close, and his flames were warm and threatening, unlike Shoto’s. I have a strong urge to flip him off.

“Shoto.” Endeavor booms. Jeez, even his voice is rude.

“Father. What are you doing here?” Shoto scowls back.

“I have your location on my phone. I was not aware that you would be out tonight.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have to tell you everything.” Endeavor ignores Shoto’s remark and turns in my direction. I gulp.

“Who are you?!” The older Todoroki demands. Shoto opens his mouth to say something, but I speak first. it’s better to be polite than nothing.

“Hello, I’m Kaitlyn Grant. I attend U.A with Shoto.” I say formally. Hopefully my accent isn’t too obvious. Endeavor raises a brow, presumably at my use of his son’s given name.

“Are you in the hero course? What’s your Quirk?” He interrogates. I take a breath, trying to hide my nervousness.

“N-No sir, I’m in the support course. M-My Quirk is Psychokinesis, meaning I can manipulate the environment using my mind. It’s not very strong…” I mumble that last part. I avoid his glare, opting to mess with my fingers instead. The tension in the air is thick and awkward. I can feel his judgment.

“You seem weak. How do I know you’re good enough to date my son?” Endeavor’s voice reverberates in my ears. Ouch. How would you know that when I don’t even know that? “I just want what’s best for you, Shoto.”

“Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable? Please leave us. We should get back to school now.” Shoto steps forward.

“Fine. We’ll discuss this later.” The number one hero starts to continue his patrol route, but not without sparing me another icy glare. A mixture of anger and anxiety forms a pit in my stomach. I'm about to do something I'll most likely regret later.

“You’re a piece of hot flaming garbage!” I see Shoto holding back a chuckle in my peripheral. At this point I don’t know if he can hear me, but I don’t care. A faint green glow surrounds me as I float a small rock towards me. Before I lose momentum, I propel it in Endeavor’s direction.

It hits the back of his head and he looks back. “Oh, shit.” I curse.

Without thinking, I quickly grab Shoto’s hand and take off running. Thank goodness I wore flats. Luckily, campus is not too far away.

“Oh my god. Shoto, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” I breathe, exasperated. I stop running because we finally arrive in front of the 2-H dorms’ door. I still have a grip on his hand. It feels nice. I looked up to find Shoto standing mere inches away from me. The height difference making it so that he could easily bend down and kiss my forehead. Why am I thinking about that?

“I can’t believe I hit the number one hero with the rock!” I exclaim.

“Thank you.” Shoto whispers. He uses his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. It feels like time stops when his fingers brush my cheek.

“Thank you? What?! I made a terrible impression!! He doesn’t think I’m good enough! What if...what if I’m not good enough.” I panic and tears prick at the corners of my eyes. However, Shoto stops me by letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Look at me. I don’t care what my father says. I had a wonderful time with you and I found your outburst quite amusing.” He flashes me another small smile.

“You are good enough, Kaitlyn. I’ve liked you long enough to realize that, even if you don’t.”

Those words are enough to dissolve the pit in my stomach. I think back to when I confessed to him and my cheeks grow red. Throwing caution to the wind, I lean up on my toes and place a peck on his lips. Shoto pulls me closer and I hope he can’t hear my rapid heartbeat.

The kiss is quick and awkward, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We pull apart and I smile widely for the millionth time tonight.

“Thank you, Shoto. I had a really great time as well.” My phone vibrates in my pocket, making me jump. What a way to ruin the moment. “Sorry,” I have 20 missed calls and 46 messages, either from Hatsume, Steph, or Lei. I ignore them.

“Don’t apologize, it’s late and you should get inside. Here, have my phone number so you can contact me.” Shoto holds out a piece of paper with his contact information. When did he have time to write that? Nevermind. I take the slip of paper and twirl it in between my fingers.

“I’ll see you later? I don’t really know what to say...” I say to him.

“It’s okay. Goodnight, Kait. Sleep well.” Shoto looks at me before slowly heading back to his dorm. I laugh to myself at his short reply. Not unusual for him, but yes, it’s okay. Everything is.

Now alone, I stand there a second to take it all in. I went on a date with Shoto Todoroki, kissed him (again), I hit his father with a rock, and called him “a piece of hot flaming garbage”. Typical first date things.

I feel like screaming, but in a good, “oh my fucking god, I can’t fucking believe that actually happened”, way.

Now if only I could get Lei to go on a date with Shinsou. That was an ordeal for another time.

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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒪𝓃𝑒! //𝒜𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒩𝑜𝓍

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Aizawa x Nox / Daqat

Trigger Warnings: Cursing, mislabeling my OC’s relationship to Aizawa and almost killing my OC for the plot.

**Yes. This happened, bon appetite.

ɴᴇxᴛ ⇒

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Moving to Japan to work for the underground hero was an offer I couldn’t reject. Even if it meant for me to travel away from where I came from. As bad as it was to detach from my roots in the middle east and how saturated the heat was there, it was refreshing to not almost die from a heatstroke in midday. Yet still sweating a normal amount for to activate my quirk. Though it does work better in daytime, EraserHead well knowingly only ever takes night shifts for the sake of his dry eyes.

Now here I am, with him patrolling for my first mission as his sidekick.

A group of delinquent villains were causing disturbance of peace, nothing too deep but still is considered hero work. The arcade apparently kicked them out for trying to rummage with the machines. Good grief.

As the neon lights lit the otherwise dim street, people trying to avoid the scene as I followed in the noirette’s footings over buildings into the scene, the other less ranked heroes reassuring people and evacuating them away to not interact with the tempered group. He’s signing me to hop in first. Oh dear, he’s putting his trust in me, that’s wrong on so many levels.

Gulping, I head to use a light pole as support as I slid down to the ground, sweat beading on my forehead as I internally hoped to not be a fuck-up and ruin things. As my stress caused me to sweat, also making my first charm more effective as I walked into the scene, the villains screaming profanities and kicking the arcade’s door had turned their attention to me. More at part of my quirk which was attracting them, musk.

“Man, leave that shitty game, we’ve got something better here..” The tone one of the quad was using is one I do not like. As they almost immediately slowed down, though, they seemed more at ease and that’s the point.

They approached me slowly before I dodged the reaching hands of the first one. Turning to grab his forearm and using my second charm on the third one who looked like he had a pocket knife, stunning him as our eyes met, I twisted the arm of the first one to his back.

The second one took notice of that and tried dashing at me, but since I was sweating more now, the scent’s gotten stronger, causing him to barely be able to keep his energy as it gave me the higher ground, I used the few seconds I had to deliver a kick to the second’s guts before throwing the first one on the third one who’d I stun earlier. It all happened so fast they didn’t have the chance to use their quirks, that’s when I realized what’s forgotten-- They were four--

The more dangerous looking one, since he had a big build and everything, was about to crush me with his unnaturally huge fists if it weren’t for binding cloth holding him back as I braced for impact.

“Daqat, you need to stop forgetting things like those, if you want to be an independent hero someday.” I heard a raspy voice scold as I opened my eyes. “Sorry, EraserHead.” I internally cursed at myself. That whilst the police had already come. The blue-red sirens illuminating faces including our own as police handcuffed the group of delinquents.

“I think I’d never actually be an independent hero, my quirk isn’t helpful for that.” I figured that a while ago, knowing I’ll probably stick as a sidekick forever.

“Though you do make a point, don’t doubt yourself too much.” He lazily stated while taking papers from the officer to fill in later as I subtly felt heat rush into my cheeks at his statement, paperwork is probably part of the fun of doing the job.

“I hate doing reports, you know that.” EraserHead whined in a scolding manner as he took the papers from the officer who insisted. “You’ve been doing this for too long, you should’ve gotten used to it by now.” The cat-looking police sighed.

“You know it means less sleep to catch up on my class tomor--” “I..” They both turned at me at the sudden interruption.

“I can do it for you, EraserHead.” I almost said a little too loud. “No, it’s my wor--” “I’m your sidekick, aren’t I?” I questioned, my expression now’s determined contrary to earlier as my brows furrowed together, forming a wrinkle between my full brows.

“I can write the reports while you catch some sleep, you’ll approve and sign them when they’re done. You’ve been helping with my legal work here all week since I moved so that’s the least I could do in return.” I contemplated.

“That’s adorable, so you’ve helped your sister move and all? I wish I was that familiar with my brother, too!” A certain civilian called from behind the yellow caution stripes that kept the crowd away. My eyes immediately widened in the assumption.

“W-We aren’t si-siblings!” I yelled back in defense. A deep chuckle escaped Aizawa as he handed me the papers. “Let’s go, don’t mind them. We’re underground so it shouldn’t matter what people say.”

“Yes sir.” I let out an exhausted exhale as everything turned back to normal.

Back at his agency, I sat by my desk, paperwork of my first mission ready to be filled with damage control reports. I plugged in my earphones, spotify playing jazz in the background as I facetimed with my friend who was thousands of miles away.

“Mhm, no shit. I just finished my first mission as a sidekick, almost got killed if it weren’t for my boss.” I so-casually admit while writing the damage reports.

“What the..? What are you doing right now?”

“Talking to you, reports, listening to jazz, and drinking tea.” I sucked on my teeth after finishing the first batch.

“How--” “It’s called multitasking.” I cut her off.

“But what time is it for you?”

“Almost dawn, the sun should be rising at any moment.” I answered.

“Oof! Why aren’t you asleep?!”

“Uh, work? Also, you should know, what’s more important that one foolish woman thought me and EraserHead were siblings. Like-- What?”

“How did they even--” “Don’t ask me, but I think it’s the black hair and pale-ish tone. Still, he’s Japanese and I’m not?”

“Yeah, still.”

“Isn’t it almost lunch for you?” I questioned.

“Yeah I should go later. But first, question!”

“Yes?”

“You talk about Eraser a lot, do you--” “No.” I lifted my head up, scowling as I sipped from my tea.

“I know to well what you’re thinking. God, I’ve only came here for a week, love isn’t something that can develop that quick for fuck’s sake.” I sighed.

“I don’t know.” She weakly spoke.

“Listen, he is hot. Like-- Super hot, I’m not going to deny that.. He’s exactly my type of ‘perfect’. But I don’t know him that well, you know? He’s also my boss and all, I work for him.”

“Mm, don’t act like you don’t know what your third charm does.” She teased.

“It’s for emergencies, but I haven’t used it for anyone yet. Not that his quirk needs that much boost either way.”

“So… How is he?” She inquired.

“..I hate you. But… He’s reliable, he did help with my legal papers and save me today. Also, kids in UA, where he teaches are precious like what? I swear teenagers in our place aren’t as polite, nice or pure. I just need you to bring Toto when you come here.” I told her.

“Alright, once I get my vacation validated. Anyways, gotta go.” She hurried.

“Bye!” I waved back at her as we hung up.

I changed my playlist from jazz to rock before continuing the paperwork, finishing the second and last batch of stapled paper. Yawning as I tried my best to stay awake, yet, even the screaming and electric guitar didn’t do much to keep me from drifting off on the table.

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