#Aizawa being Aizawa
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gay-hoe-boy · 9 months ago
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Aizawa: I'm thinking clearly
Also Aizawa: Thinking of his daughter smiling
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nyxowl16 · 8 months ago
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what is up with queer depressed men adopting kids and actually doing a good job of parenting??????
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and bonus ofc: Stolas and Lucifer!
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coyotecares · 4 months ago
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shouta and hizashi studiieeessss
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sassypantsjaxon · 11 months ago
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So my sister came in my room, saw how I had my age of heroes figures posed, and asked if they were supposed to be doing some weird cuddling thing and I was just like no???
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But she doesn't know anything about mha and probably thinks I'm exaggerating everything about erasermic because she doesn't know how canon it is for them to just hang out in each other's personal space
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I seriously cannot exaggerate how comfortable they are with each other
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ask-all-might · 4 months ago
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summonedbunny · 6 months ago
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Its very awkward when your child attends the same school as your most hated enemy's child. Even more so when the two kids are best friends. ( ◡̀_◡́)
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arrowheadedbitch · 23 days ago
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Aizawa: Ugh, finally, I'm ho- Kaminari? What are you doing here?
Kaminari: Oh, hi Mr Aizawa, uh, Hitoshi wanted to help me get over my fear of cats so he's making me hang out with Present Mewc over here
Aizawa: You're afraid of cats?
Kaminari: Uhhhhhhhhhh, anyways, check out what I did!
Kaminari, holding up a cat treat: Mewc, sit.
Present Mewk: *sits*
Kaminari: Okay, now show off
Present Mewc: *Stands up and walks slowly around in a circle*
Kaminari: Good, now give us a dance
Present Mewc: *Bobs head back and forth for a few seconds*
Kaminari: All riiight, now ELECTROCUTION!
Present Mewc: *falls over and wiggles around for a few seconds before going still and twitching once*
Kaminari: Good job, Mewc! *gives treat* Isn't it cool, Mr Aizawa?
Aizawa:
Aizawa: What the fuck did you do to my cat
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willowser · 8 months ago
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HMMMMMM interesting to think about arranged marriage with prince shouto...............
i think he wouldn't know. what to expect with you. i think he'd have an idea, as in, what his father, the king, has taught him; the duties of a wife, where your importance ranks in relation to his duties. what he's not meant to discuss with you, like politics and matters at court and foreign relations. how you will speak to him. what to buy in the event that you become...unhappy. a nuisance.
("and she will," enji had muttered, briefly glancing up from the parchment on his desk to fix shouto with a look he didn't understand. "they always do.")
you don't meet until the royal wedding, when you're coming down the long aisle of the grand cathedral, dressed up in a swathe of silk and lace. a thin, gossamer veil hides you from him, but he can feel the ardor in your eyes, the intensity burning through the material. it doesn't seem real until your bare face is only a breath from his own, until he has to see the earnestness in your stare, too.
your kiss is simple and chaste, nothing spectacular, something that leaves his mind as soon as it's over. ever a todoroki, a hundred other things enter his mind, all regarding his now iron-laid obligations: it's vital he meet with advisor keigo to reiterate the plan to establish his authority among the council; general aizawa is in attendance to the wedding, and shouto has not yet received word on his opinion of the new king's ideas to modernize their armed forces; midoriya is somewhere, no doubt wanting to go over state affairs again.
truthfully, shouto doesn't spend long "celebrating". there's already too much that's required of him, hardly enough time to even scarf down a few bites of the banquet laid out before he's being chartered off into discussions on foreign relations and infrastructure development. maybe once or twice does he look back to check on you, chatting pleasantly with his mother and sister at the front of the great hall, and that's satisfying enough.
it's not until much later that he sees you again; freshly bathed and wearing something sheer and long and white, atop his bed.
or his marriage bed, he must remind himself.
enji didn't spend long going over consummation, with him or either of his brothers—natsuo, red-faced and annoyed at the very subject, always storming off, and touya had seemed well-aware of the process, at the time (back before he'd been ex-communicated). it had sounded simple: strip off your dress, get his cock out and into you, and only retreat once he was sure his seed had been spilled.
—so he's not exactly sure what to do or think or how to feel, when you're laid bare and reaching up to hold his face.
it's so startling that he sits back on his knees, to frown where he's looming over you.
you stare at him quietly, like you're expecting him to say something, and he only has a moment to wonder if this is you becoming an unhappy nuisance—what had been the answer, to solve this, anyway?—before you let out a soft laugh.
"c'mere," you tell him, sitting up, too, when he keeps his distance. "i want you to kiss me."
"i already have."
"yes," you laugh again, amusement glowing in your eyes, like the warmth off the fireplace, as you reach for the ties on his trousers. "but you're meant to do it again."
and up until then, he'd felt confident in his achievements, his executions; he'd managed a lot today, in one evening, and he had a lifetime to manage more. it was a good a start as any, he'd thought, but now—
shouto almost can't get the words out when he feels your hands ghosting up the inside of his shirt, nails tickling over his ribs. "a-am i?"
you wrap your arms around his waist in what could be a hug, scooting forward to look up at him with your chin against his chest. "yes," you smile and—it's familiar in a way, how touya would whenever he was teasing. "you're my husband, you're meant to kiss me whenever i want."
that—was not something his father had ever said, he was sure, and it was a too-rare exchange between his own parents. now that he thinks about it—and he does, then, because he's faced with the reality that he doesn't know as much as he should—he's not sure the former king and queen even sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.
much less hug and touch and even smile, the way you do now.
there's no argument he can make against it, aside from finding keigo to find his father to verify the truth to such a statement, and he's only meant to retreat from this bed on one condition.
and if this is what it takes to meet that—then shouto supposes he'll have to do it, for now. he's a brand new king, after all, and it would seem he still has much to learn.
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moodyvoid · 1 month ago
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I just know that one time when Shigaraki encountered Eraserhead, he pulled out his phone and had an Eraserhead phone case and he was like, “Can I get a pic?” and Aizawa was just confused.
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linoopse · 1 month ago
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we all lost something that day...
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stingrachelmha · 2 months ago
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A small number of the many many drawings from my genderbent AU becuase I love women. Everyone is essentially exactly the same lol except I cursed All Might with big boobs and long hair because I am projecting
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nibeul · 6 months ago
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wish people would acknowledge mic's rage more often.
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decarbry · 9 months ago
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cluttered-echo · 2 days ago
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aizawa & nighteye: what if we kissed?
all might: cannibalism???
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bakudekublogblog · 9 months ago
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my favorite underrated bkdk moment is in like s3 during the provisional license exams and aizawa is like "mmm... the most two interesting characters are bkdk.... all the interesting things that happen in this manga revolve around bkdk.... bkdk are the central figures everyone revolves around" like guys i think this manga might be about bkdk
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shiggybrainr0t · 1 year ago
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softly loving you
warnings: mha spoilers regarding aizawa
aizawa is asleep on your couch.
that fact in itself isn’t a big deal- he sleeps everywhere. it isn’t rare to see him curled up in his sleeping bag on the floor of his classroom. his students have long gotten used to it, stepping over him if need be. it’s very endearing to those who know and love him. but you know better.
aizawa is constantly tired because he never truly rests.
he never fully lets himself sink into a true slumber, one ear always listening in case something happens, in case someone needs him. (there have too many times where he wasn’t with his students when they needed him-and he’s determined to never fail them again.)
so there’s few times that aizawa actually sleeps. this is one of those times. he’s slumped over on your couch, mouth hanging open and snoring. his eye patch has half fallen off because he’s buried his head into the cute throw pillow with a black cat on it that you got because it reminded you of him. (he acted like he didn’t think that was funny, but he pulled you into a kiss just after you held it up and showed it to him.)
you hate to do it, but you know his back is going to kill him the next morning if you let him sleep like that any longer. so you walk over and perch on the edge of the couch by his waist and begin to gently run your fingers through his hair, twisting it lightly when you get to the ends of the inky strands. over the years you’ve learned how to wake him up without startling him. he is a hero after all, and when he’s startled his first thought is defense, which ended up with your arms in a strong hold before he realized it was you. (you’ll never forget the look on his face whenever he realized that it was you.)
it shows how deep in sleep he is by how it take you calling his name a couple of times to get him to stir. one dark eye slowly blinks open to look at you, and a small smile appears on his face when he sees that’s it you.
“hi.” you whisper, a grin of your own showing on your face.
“hi.” his voice is deeper than normal, a gravely quality to it that only appears whenever he first wakes up. “what time is is?”
“almost midnight. c’mon hero, let’s go to bed.”
he lets you pull him up, not helping and making you do all the work, smiling at you in a sleepy, goofy way whenever you huff at him. the click of his prosthetic hitting your hardwood floors is jarring in the otherwise silent apartment, but you both ignore it. when you get to your bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed to start taking his leg off but pauses whenever you get on your knees before him.
“let me do it.” is what you murmur, but you don’t get to before he cups your face in one large, calloused hand, engulfing the side of your face. his eyes are deep as they stare at you nuzzling into his palm and kissing the center. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip before letting go and leaning back, leaving you to it.
after you take it off, you place it gently beside the nightstand and crawl onto your own side of the bed, beside aizawa who was already under the covers and waiting for you. he pulls you close with one arm, so that you’re facing each other and holding hands in the middle by your chests. he had taken his eye patch off while waiting for you, and you gaze at him, quietly marveling at the rough, gorgeousness he posses so quietly.
he leans forward to press a solid kiss to your forehead, then your lips. it’s a slow, lazy kiss, both of you tired from the day yet still wanting to show each other your love. the two of you fall asleep like that, foreheads pressed together, hands held between your hearts that have long since matched beats.
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