#Dadzawa understood.

[probablybadmonomaficideas]

😎

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Here me out: Protective Class 1B.

Perhaps Monoma gets attacked by somebody (Bakugo. Because he heard about Neito asking Midoria how he could still smile after causing the downfall of All Might even though he only said it to rile up Midoria or because he’s a just a very loose cannon and narcissistic asshole.) and 1B and Yo find him injured or witness the attack. And they are NOT happy.

Or, alternatively,

Monoma’s over working himself. Like forgetting to eat drink or sleep. Because this guy works hard. Maybe when they ask him about it he just waved them off with a “I’ll eat/drink/sleep in a little bit”. And 1B trusts him but tell each other to look out for him/try to convince him to eat/drink something. (They drag Yo into this too. Well, more of make him aware that something is super wrong and that he needs to check up on Neito and, if needed, jump into protective older friend/brother figure mode. Which he doesn’t get to do a lot so he’s excited but wishes it was in different circumstances. Please I beg.)

Maybe when Neito’s called downstairs for a intervention for a collective meeting consisting of 1B, Shindo, and Shindo’s class. And half way down the stairs he just….fucking passes out. Like full on ragdolls down the stairs breaking multiple ribs and getting very concussed with everyone trying to stop, grab him, and break his fall.

He ends up waking up in the infirmary very confused and in a cuddle pile:

Monoma: Where tf am I???

Everyone who cares about him: The infirmary.

Monoma: That explains literally nothing.

Them: You passed out and fell down the stairs and got attacked by Bakugo.

Monoma: What??? Why??

Them: That’s what we‘d like to know as well. But we took care of it so don’t worry :)

Monoma, feeling very put on the spot and kinda scared because holy shit they are all very serenely smiling at him: 😓

Also Monoma: Why would I ask you guys if I knew??? And what the fuck do you mean by ‘you took care of it’????

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@iwasthewind

[incorrect-fanfiction-quotes]

Aizawa, hearing noises from the trash: a raccoon?

Izuku: hiissssss

Aizawa: a child

Dadzawa: a feral, homeless child

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x daughter!reader - always be there

I got this idea for dadzawa in which his daughter got a talent show at school and ahe decided to participate but she thought that his dad wouldnt go (Aizawa) but actually he did and he was amazed by the incredible performance she did. - Anon 💜

Stretching a little bit, you stood at the entrance to the stage, waiting for the performance before yours to end.

You were nervous, beyond nervous, but you were excited as well, you had never preformed in for other people before, and you couldn’t wait to show all your teachers and friends what you could do.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, your checked your messages and sighed when you saw your dad still handed responded to your message and put your phone back in your pocket to ignore it.

You weren’t all that sad about it, like sure you were disappointed, but you understood at the same time.

Finally your name was called and you walked on to the stage, sitting down at the piano, and you closed your eyes and take a deep breath before you begin to play.

It started off slow, and kind of repetitive until the melody started to change.

You loved this, just playing piano, it was calming, and you forgot about the audience.

So much so that you never heard the creaking of the doors opening and somebody else coming in.

Aizawa quietly stepped in, standing in the back of the room, and he looked at you on the stage.

He stood watching you, amazed at the talent and passion you had for the music you were creating.

He knew you were taking lessons, but when did you get this good? When were you able to play at such a high level?

He stood up a little more, walking down the rows of seats to be able to watch you better and he could see your little smile, which made him smile as well.

He couldn’t have been more proud of you.

Not only for what you had achieved, but for coming into a stage in front of loads of other people, he knew how hard it could be for you to be in front of other people.

His eyes widened a little as the melody changed again, becoming more complex, and you smiled even more.

He took out his phone, taking a photo of you smiling brightly, and he put it back in his pocket, smiling into his capture scarf.

Everybody was enchanted by your performance, the way you hit the keys so gently but created such a powerful noise it echoed around the empty hall.

The song you were playing suddenly came to an end after a complex series of notes, and you slowly stood up.

Everybody began clapping and cheering, and so did he, while you turned your attention to the ground shyly, offering them all a little wave before hurrying to the end of exit.

Aizawa was quick to follow you into the hallway.

“Hey, are you okay? I know that was hard.”

You spun around in shock, and huge smile spread across your face.

“Dad! You came!”

Aizawa chuckled, stumbling a few steps as you tackled him into a hug, and he hugged you back.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You grinned even more and pulled away from the hug to look at him.

“You’re really good, when did you get so good at playing the piano.”

“I’ve been taking extra lessons!”

“Oh yeah? How is it?”

You began to ramble about the extra lessons and he stood there happily listening.

All the tension from a hard day of teaching seemed to vanish as he listened to you get all excited about your hobby.

You noticed him staring at you and looked a little confused.

“Sorry… I know you’re probably tired…”

Aizawa chuckled a little, placing a hand on your head.

“Keep telling me.”

“Really?”

He nodded and you grinned as you carried on explaining everything to do, and he stood against the wall while he listened with a warm smile

[whobrachiosaurius]

A little guy with a big brain Idea of ​​scenarios or One shots.

well, i am not good at English, but i hope you understand. So sorry if something is not understood or is poorly written.

Reader who looks like or IS like Tails the fox, maybe especially Tails from Sonic boom. Intelligent, makes incredible inventions, is 8 years old like Tails. His quirk should be mutant, fox ears and tail, sorry, TAILS, two tails, like tails, other than he can fly with them.

God I'm so confused writing this haha.

Well, maybe he lives in UA? or maybe Aizawa adopts him muahaha (I have a problem with dadzawa) or nezu :D I like that option better. What would your coexistence be like with the kids from UA, those from 1A, 1B, the big three, the teachers, nezu and ERI.

I hope it is understood and that it is helpful :D

[theonewholivesinthemovies]

Can we talk about how ectoplasm just…went along with…snapping Eri’s horn off? This child understood the gravity of the situation and went to an adult THAT ALREADY LOST BOTH LEGS to BREAK OFF her horn. The justification is “shrug, desperate times, desperate measures - it’s your fault Dadzawa, we here now tho”

??????? SWEET CHILD ?????????

[notserial]

A Father's Promise

I’ve had “Daddy Issues” by The Neighbourhood on repeat, and it inspired me to imagine Aizawa as a father figure for a student dealing with her own “daddy issues.” I’ve always loved Aizawa, and the idea of “Dadzawa” hits me hard, so I wrote this short piece based on that concept. 💖

I’d love to turn this into a full story, but I’m still figuring out the plot. I have little to no inspiration for the direction to take it, so any ideas are welcome!

Shota Aizawa had never considered himself a father figure. He was a teacher, a mentor, a sometimes grumpy hero who kept his distance from emotional attachments. But that all changed when she entered his life.

She wasn’t the loudest student, nor the one who demanded attention. She was quiet, a little lost, but there was something in her eyes that caught his attention. Something that reminded him of the parts of himself he kept hidden—the parts that no one saw.

He knew the pain she carried. It was the kind of hurt that settled deep, under the surface, something you could see but no one dared ask about. She had daddy issues, as people often put it, though Aizawa would never use those words to her face. But it was clear, from the way she held herself, from the way she avoided talking about her past. The absence of her father was something she wore like a scar, something that affected everything she did.

And Aizawa understood that. He didn’t need to know all the details of her story to recognize the pain. His own father had never been around, had never been the protector, the guide he needed. And it left its mark on him. In many ways, he was just as lost as she was, just better at hiding it.

There were days when she came to class looking like she’d barely slept, her eyes red, her demeanor off. Other times, she would slip into his office after school, quiet but seeking something—something he couldn’t exactly name.

“Do you need anything?” he’d ask, though it wasn’t his usual routine to check up on students. But with her, it felt different.

She would shrug, giving him a half-hearted smile. “I’m fine. I just wanted to talk.”

And sometimes, they did talk. About nothing in particular. About the world outside of school. About things that didn’t really matter, but that still felt important at the moment. Aizawa was never one for unnecessary words, but with her, silence was just as comforting.

There was a particular moment, one rainy afternoon, when she came to him after class, her face unusually pale, her hands trembling. Aizawa didn’t ask why she was upset—he could tell it wasn’t just the rain or the lessons that weighed on her.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, not pushing.

She hesitated for a moment, before looking up at him. “I just... I keep wondering if things would’ve been different if he had stayed.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Aizawa’s mind flashed back to his own father, the distance, the emptiness.

“If you were my daughter,” he said, his voice steady but with a softness that was rare for him, “I’d do everything I could to make sure you didn’t feel like you were alone.”

She looked at him, and for the first time, he saw the faintest flicker of something other than sadness in her eyes. It was hope. A quiet kind of hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t destined to carry this burden alone anymore.

Aizawa felt that familiar, unsettling ache in his chest, the kind that reminded him of all the things he wished he had known sooner. But it didn’t matter now. He wasn’t the same person he was years ago. And he could be something different for her.

“You’re not alone,” he said again, this time more firmly. He wasn’t just speaking to her; he was speaking to both of them. He would do whatever it took to protect her, to help her heal from the wounds that had been left open for too long.

For the first time in a long while, Aizawa found himself willing to step out of his own darkness, to offer someone else the safety he never had. It was strange, this bond they shared. Unspoken, yet undeniable. She didn’t need to hear him say it. She knew.

[sapphic-agent]

I've complained about "fanon theories being treated as canon" before, but I want to talk about how harmful they are when they're used to get people into the series as a whole.

I honest to God felt tricked and blindsided whenever I actually started reading/watching MHA because the people around me encouraged me to read it because of "Dadzawa" and "Bakugou totally gets better and has an amazing character arc!"

And that's not even getting into Hori's Tell Don't Show style of writing and how bad it is. We were always encouraged NOT to do this in my English classes, and I never really understood why until I started reading MHA.

Tbh I never knew anything about MHA outside of the bad reputation it had due to shippers. I'd have been pissed if people hyped up Dadzawa to me and I was given canon Aizawa.

The way people on AO3, Tumblr, and Reddit will just straight-up lie: "Aizawa really cares about Izuku" "Bakugou never actually wanted to hurt Izuku he was just never taught any better" "Endeavor has such good character development he atoned for everything he did"

I'm sick just thinking about it

[rachi-roo]

Hello!! Can i request some lee!Shinsou and ler!Dadzawa. Thank you!

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My Hero Academia: Throwing off the Writing Rhythm

Thank you so much anon!!!! Have a cookie 🍪! Lee Shinso isn't something I'd done before 🤔 So this was another test! It's a little shorter than my usual fics, but it's been a busy week and I hope you can forgive me! 🙏❤️

Summary: Shinso is far too consumed by catching up with the rest of 1A that he chooses to miss out on class movie night! Aizawa won't let this happen and steps in to get him out if his dorm.

Lee!Shinso Ler!Aizawa

Tw: None

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It had only been a couple of weeks since Shinso joined class 1A after a successful exam. He was happy to be there, it meant he was one step closer to becoming the kind of hero he wanted to be. All he had to do was study hard and keep working.

Even on movie night. Which was a weekly event for the students of class 1A, tonight was that night, Shinso however, wasn't planning on joining the others. He was staying at his desk in his dorm, quietly working on an essay, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, Shinso? It's Aizawa."

"Yeah." He called in response, not taking his tired eyes off his paper. He heard the door hinge click open, and Awizawas footsteps approaching until he was standing by his side.

"You not going to watch a movie with the others? Midoria said he invited you."

"Mhm. I declined. I don't have time for watching movies." The purple-haired boy deadpanned, flipping the pencil in his hand to use the rubber for a second.

Aizawa sighed, he understood that Shinso felt he needed to work extra hard to catch up with the others, but he is still just a boy, and growing youngsters need their downtime. With a hum, the teacher leaned over the students shoulder, reading the title of the essay.

"This one isn't due for another week, you can leave it for now and go hang out with the others." He suggested, hoping that would be enough to sway him.

"I can't, I'm in writing mode. If I stop now I'll lose the rhythm."

"The rhythm you say?" Aizawa smirked. "And, what if you do lose the rhythm?"

"Then I won't be able to write anymore this evening and it'll have to wait until tomorrow. I can't let that happen." He kept scribbling away, suddenly shrieking when he felt a finger dig into his side.

"Ah! Hey!" He turned to look at Aizawa, glaring with his tired eyes. "Don't do that!"

"Do what?" Aizawa raised a brow, smiling innocently.

"Tickle me! Uh-" Shinsos expression dropped when he realised the fate he had just sealed for himself. The feeling of dread rose in his chest as Aizawa cracked his knuckles, smiling with intent.

"Well. If you insist." Before Shinso could react, Aizawa started attacking his sides from behind, keeping the boy tabbed in his seat, unable to move the chair out and escape.

"Wahait! Hahaha! Y-You knohow thahats not Ihihi sa-IHIHAHA!" He leaned back in the chair, attempting to curl up on himself, his arms unable to reach Aizawas from the awkward angle they were in. "Noho! My pahahaper!"

"You wanted tickles, Shinso. This is all your doing. Wow, you're loud when you want to be huh?" Aizawa chuckled, moving his tickling fingers further up the boy's torso, digging into his ribs with killer precision. Tickling students into submission was something he had grown very skilled at.

"NONONO! Nohot thehehere! Ahahaha!" A flailing leg kneed the desk from below, bouncing the various textbooks and papers briefly, sending a pencil rolling onto the floor. "Gehehet off! Ah?!" He gasped, suddenly feeling a fabric wrap around his wrists and pull his arms back over his head.

"You're far too wriggly, bud. Gotta take some precautions." Aizawa smiled, petting the boys hair before going to town on his exposed underarms. The thin night shirt Shinso wore did absolutely nothing for defence.

"WAIT! Ahahaha! Noho! Hahaha! Stahap! Ahahahaaa-*hic* Pleheha-*hic* AIZAWAHAHA!" His laughter was filled with little breathy hiccups, much to Aizawas amusement.

He watched, casually continuing to tickle the poor boy silly as he wriggled in his seat. "That's a funny noise. Who would have thought someone as tough as you would have such a sweet laugh."

"Shudduhup! *hic* Ahaha!" He squeaked, his cheeks heating up to a soft pink glow as he tried to hide his face in his elbows.

"Looks to me like you've lost your writing rhythm. How about movie night then, huh?"

"Okahahay! Okay I'll goho! Mehercy!"

"Good answer." Aizawa smiled, releasing Shinso from his binds. The boy quickly bringing his arms down, shuddering and giggling still.

"Y-You buhully." He couldn't help but smile. He did love how kind Aizawa was. How he'd always find a way to cheer him up. Be it bringing him a warm drink, or just listening to him talk. Aizawa was there for him.

"Sorry, kid. I couldn't have you staying mopey like that." He chuckled, ruffling his hair fondly. "Now, get your butt downstairs. They haven't started yet, and I'm told they bought iced buns for the snacks tonight."

Shinsos eyes glistened slightly for a moment. Iced buns are good. "Okay... I'll head down now. And... Um..." He looked away, blushing slightly.

"Thanks."

"Any time, buddy."

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

"Execution!" Izuku NO!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DBiIv3o by Kyrietheunfriendlycat ErasureHead looked at the mugger and the turned to the green feral electrical child processing everything raven said before speaking "so you decided because the mugger had a five finger activated quirk?" he said slowly so he understood and raven nodded so he continued "that it would be a great idea to BITE one finger off of each of hid hands?" There was a moment of silence the he spoke "Yea that's what I did I had to stop him somehow" ErasureHead needed a shot of tequila because he was to sober for this Words: 663, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Little Shit, I'm Bad At Tagging, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku Swears, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, Midoriya Izuku is Not Okay, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have All For One Quirk read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DBiIv3o

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Her children, Her babies, Her dearests, Hers.

Her children, Her babies, Her dearests, Hers. by ASH3S

Rumors. Stories. Quietly speaking of Her. They never quite knew what she was. They just called Her The Being or The Other. No one understood Her or Hers. She cared for what belonged to Her. Shadows would dance around they're feet, they're eyes would glow with something...wrong. They're smile was something creepy, just a bit too wide for they're face with teeth that looked just a bit too sharp. Looking at these people was difficult, as soon as you tried, your eyes would wander, becoming unfocused. People don't like the children of The Other. The ones that were claimed by it were cursed. Or so they say..... Inspired by: Gentle Touch. By Ivelli.

Words: 1102, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The UA Cryptids

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Toga Himiko, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, League of Villains, Class 1-A

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku Has a Knife, Scared Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Problem Child, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Mineta Minoru Bashing, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, The League of Villains Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku is a Cryptid, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Cryptid

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48695818

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 40

Warnings: Chaos child Tsukare, Dadzawa and Mamada being amazing parents Word count: 3790

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 39 | Volt 41

The last day of class, right after our finals, we were all ready for summer break. In all honesty, it wasn't even classes, it was more attendance and free for alls.

I rubbed Mina's back to comfort her as she cried about missing camp, my concerns only rising as Denki started rambling about what I caught about 'summer school hell'. The blond turned and poked Midoriya right in the eyes. I gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm away with a shake of my head.

"Sorry, not cool." He said, looking in my direction. I rubbed my head in discomfort of not being able to keep up with the conversations, only realizing that my Dad came in after Denks pointed it out.

"Once the bell rings you should be in your seats. The only one who has an excuse right now is Onryo." We all sat down quickly, not wanting to aggravate him further. "Morning. Unfortunately, there are a few of you who did not pass your final exams." Dad spoke, making sure to keep his mouth uncovered for me. "So, when it comes to the training camp in the woods. Everyone is going!" Dad said with a maniacal wide eyed smile. I broke out laughing at the look on his face, only quieting down when he sent me a look. "Yeah. The good news is that no one bombed the written exam. Five failed the practical badly. Two teams, of course, and then Sero failed as well." I looked to my friend and sent him an apologetic smile. "Allow me to explain. For the practical battles, the teachers made sure to leave a way for the students to win. Otherwise, you never would have stood a chance. We were interested in observing how you each worked together and approached the task at hand." Dad interpreted Ojiro's question about teachers not holding back so I wouldn't be completely lost in the lecture. "That was just to get you on edge." I scoffed at the comment and received a look, effectively shutting me up. "Besides, the training camp will focus on building your strength. Those who failed need those lessons the most. We were never going to separate you." Dad smiled wide again and I cover my mouth to prevent laughing again. "That was just a logical deception we used."

"'A logical deception?!'" Four of my classmates yelled simultaneously. Iida angled his body when he stood up so I could keep up and I was silently grateful for it.

"Mr. Aizawa, this is the second time you've lied to us. Aren't you afraid we'll lose faith in you?" Iida asked completely appalled.

"That's a good point. I'll consider it. But I wasn't lying to you about everything. Failure is failure. We've prepared extra lessons for the five of you. Frankly, they'll be far tougher than what you'd face at summer school." I could almost feel the five pale at the comment. "I have one last thing I would like to address today. Concerning what you all heard during Onryo, Bakugou, Midoriya and All Mights match yesterday. The knowledge of me and Present Mic will not be allowed outside of this classroom. I will not be taking any questions and that does not mean you ask Present Mic either. If Onryo or Hitoshi are comfortable, then they can answer whatever they deem okay. What All Might did yesterday was a complete breech of privacy, I understand that some villains can gain access to that information, however since he is a teacher here and a pro-hero, he had no right to do that. Understood?" The class erupted in a synchronized 'yes sir' and he left.

Once lunch rolled around, I found myself in Nedzu's office. My parents sat on the couch, me standing awkwardly beside them and All Might standing off to Nedzu's side.

"Shouta, I see you've called a meeting for student mistreatment. I have to say, I'm not pleased with how many complaints I've gotten from these three and so far they've all held to be true." All Might went to speak but Nedzu held up a paw, effectively silencing him. "Shouta told me what happened during the final exam. However Yagi, he didn't need to. I already saw and heard what happened along with medical reports from Recovery Girl. Now, you already knew that you were having to tread carefully since this is why you received a warning and a demotion. I would like to make something very clear to you right now, if it weren't for the commission, you would be terminated right now. I had to sign a contract with them, not you, and I don't exactly want to go to court, as I'm sure you wouldn't either. So I will be placing you on teaching aid for all available summer school classes, which means no summer camp. Once regular classes start, you will be placed on suspension until you're allowed to start as a teachers aid once more. Is there any confusion with your punishment, Yagi?"

"No sir." All Might said, blatantly fearful of the principal.

"Tsukare, is there anything you would like to say?" I nodded and took a breath to reign myself in.

"You had no right to say anything you did. You knew the whole class was watching and listening, and you still decided to out my parents. Nobody knew, for privacy and protection, nobody has known, outside of the staff here, about our relation. Especially after the attack at the USJ. Nobody was allowed to know and you knew this, we even told you in front of the principal for that very same reason. It was immoral of you to out them. I've tried reasoning with myself. I have. And I suppose on surface level, if you were a real villain, despite after your recent actions that's feeling a lot closer to the truth then it should, a villain could get that information easiest. It's legal paperwork, it's not profoundly difficult. Nobody knows about... about my attempt." My eyes watered and I looked to the side, taking a minute to calm down. All Might took a step forward and said something I couldn't make out. "No, you're going to listen to what I have to say because you always want to know so bad why I don't care for you. Nobody knows, the only other teachers here who know are Midnight and Nedzu. Midoriya knows. That's it outside of family. Anyone else who does is because it's on a professional level. And nobody knows because my name wasn't released since I was a minor. I know my parents called in a favor with Tsukauchi that night. But you had no right-" My voice broke from all the frustration building up in me. "You had no fucking right to bring that up, a villain would have to dig a lot deeper then surface level if they wanted to get my name for that incident. You only had the opportunity of knowing because you were indirectly involved. You had no right bringing up a topic you know is private and sensitive during an exam as leverage."

"But it was exceptional during your fathers exam with how he reacted?" He asked, somehow thinking he had a valid point.

"See, there is still a very large difference. Jirou and Koda accidentally used his phobia of bugs against him. Not intentionally. They also genuinely apologized. And quite frankly, I didn't see any other teachers break bones of their students. Or make them violently ill. Or throw them completely through brick buildings. Or crush them into the ground. You broke my arm and three ribs. You almost broke Midoriya's back. You threw myself and Bakugou through buildings." I stared at him and waited for him to say something.

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you, but I don't forgive you." He looked at me astonished.

"Young Tsukare, I don't think you understand how apologies work."

"I understand them just fine, I'm not obligated to forgive you. Aside from that, your apology was insincere. You don't care. I'm going to assume that it's partially your bigoted views since now you're informed that I'm gay after you made an improper assumption that could fall under the code of conducts regulations of sexual harassment. But it's also probably because if your boss and my parents weren't here, you wouldn't apologize. You don't see anything you've done as wrong or improper. The only thing you truly care about is your reputation. Nothing more. You would rather uphold your image then admit when you're in the wrong. I've already forgiven you for not doing something at the foster center. But I don't like you. I don't like your arrogance, your ignorance or your lack of teaching ability. I don't like your attitude. I don't like your half assed apology. So thank you for the apology, but I don't forgive you." The number one hero looked at me flabbergasted and said something as he was looking down but I didn't care. "Nedzu, am I allowed to leave for lunch please?" He nodded once, I hugged my parents and left.

Instead of going to lunch like I should have, I went to the sensory room. I asked Chiyo to send out an email to my teachers for the rest of the day saying if I wasn't present I was in the sensory room and I'll try to make it to class. I swear, that lady deserves the world.

I stayed in there until the end of the day, overwhelmed after the conversation with All Might. Dad came and had me get in the car so we could take a trip to the doctors.

Tsukababes Pokémon

From Pikachu: Where did Onryo go??

From Espeon: He's in the sensory room.

From Boldore: He mentioned that yesterday, what is it?

From Pikachu: It's this really cool room where you can relax and collect yourself, I have access built into my student ID

From Espeon: That's pretty much what it is. It's there for people who are neurodivergent or have other diagnoses so they can relax when certain things get too much. Onryo essentially made it.

From Pikachu: Wait, seriously?!?!

From Pikachu: What do you mean he made it???

From Espeon: When the room was first made, Nedzu himself asked for Onryo to be his main coordinator so that he could be steered in the right direction. If you ask my brother, he'll tell you that room is like his baby.

From Whismur: That room IS my baby

From Pikachu: That's so cool!

From Boldore: What does it look like in there??

From Whismur: I don't have any pictures but one of these days I'll show you

From Scraggy: That's still really cool Tsuka

From Venomoth: Yeah Tsukababes! That's so cool!!

From Whismur: I guess, I set it all up years ago

From Boldore: Yeah bro but nobody gets asked by Nedzu for help, that's an achievement

From Rayquaza: Yeah!!

From Venomoth: Oh yeah, Tsubabes, you weren't there but the class is planning on a shopping trip tomorrow! Can you make it??

From Whismur: Where at?

From Boldore: The mall! You in man?

From Whismur: Uh, let me ask my dad

From Whismur: Toshi you're coming too

"Hey Dad, the class was thinking about going on a shopping trip together to get ready for the camp. Is it okay if Toshi and I go?" He thought it over for a minute.

I suppose. Just let me and Sunshine know what time you both get there and when you're coming home. You both know your curfew and what to do if something happens.

"Don't get involved unless it's immediate self defense and call you and or Pops." He nodded once and I smiled brightly, excited for a large hang out.

From Whismur: Hitoshi and I both have a yes!

From Espeon: Why do you have to drag me out to social interactions?

From Rayquaza: But it could be fun!

From Espeon: Fine.

I chuckled softly at his change of attitude because of our green haired friend and got out of the car. Dad dealt with the receptionist and kept me informed of everything.

"-llo, Tsukare— see you again." I gave the doctor a bored look.

"Hi, sorry but I can't hear you and when you don't look at me, I can't really read your lips. That was easy enough to fill in the gaps but you also blocked off my Dad from my line of sight so he wasn't able to interpret." Dr. Kenta looked at my Dad in shock, clearly forgetting about my way with words since our last visit. Unfortunately, Hosu is a bit of a trip for a single doctors appointment so we have to see the one closer to us. He was an older man who was balding with large glasses and seemed like he wanted to retire five years ago.

"My apologies. It's nice to see you again Tsukare. What brings you here today?" I licked my lips nervously, not enjoying doctors in the slightest.

"During my practical exam for my finals yesterday, two large explosions went off around me. One of them was directly next to my head. My hearing aids broke, I think the speakers got busted but my hearing feels worse. More dull and muffled then before." Dr. Kenta sat down and started typing at his computer. He started talking and thankfully, Dad was able to interpret for me.

"It looks as though you have a new set of hearing aids ready, actually."

"My spouse and I made sure he would have an immediate back up since he's in the hero course at U.A." The doc nodded, not fully invested in what I was saying and it showed.

"Why do you think your hearing has gotten worse?" I sent the doctor a defeated look.

"That's kind of a redundant questions seeing as I told you it's quieter and more muffled. That would be like if you went to an optometrist and said your eyes were getting worse and the doctor asked you why you think that." I could see Dad in the corner of my eyes hiding his smirk.

"Very well then. Let me just take a peak in and see what we're working with." I nodded once and watched carefully as he came to my right side and checked the inside of my ear, then my left. "Alright, so your left ear is still the same. Last time you were here, we did imaging of your ears. So the left ear looks the same." He pulled up the images on his computer, Dad interpreting for me. "See, the scar tissue and aggravation and the cochlea still look the same. However, your right ear, you can see some more scarring and keratin. More irritation. I assume this is the ear that was next to the large blast?" I nodded quickly, relieved that he finally started taking things seriously. "I'm going to estimate based on the imaging that your hearing is now around twenty percent in your right ear." I took a deep breath and nodded. "Did you happen to bring your old hearing aids with you?" I dug threw my bag and grabbed them, gently handing them to the doctor in their case. "I'll send these down to the lab and see what we can do to fix them. The payment will be charged to your insurance. When you check out at the desk, ask the receptionist about your hearing aids, she'll give them to you." I nodded and watched as he left.

Onryo? Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Onryo.

I'm fine, Dad. I want to be a hero. I chose to go into the hero course. I was bound to lose my hearing eventually. Shit happens.

I'm not even going to lecture you for your language. It's justified right now. But let's go home.

I hopped off the cot and followed him to the reception desk, then to the car. I didn't bother putting my hearing aids in, after the day I've had, the silence is almost welcoming.

Once we got home, I went upstairs and changed into a tank top and sweats, setting everything down gently. I waved to my family, pet the cats and went down to the basement. I settled in front of the drums and slowly started a basic beat to get the rhythm going. The vibrations hummed through me, shaking my body down to my heart, I couldn't really hear what I was playing but it didn't matter. For once, I could feel something. I felt more alive then I have in a while and that's all I wanted in the moment. I lost myself in the music, freestyling with nothing in mind other then letting out my pent up stress.

Once I finished the riff, I ran a hand through my curls and caught Hitoshi at the bottom of the stairs recording on his phone. He smirked and put it away.

(Heres a link if any of you wanna listen to what I pictured)

Feel better?

Yeah, when did you get down here?

Probably two, three minutes ago. Check your phone.

I sighed but picked up my phone and watched messages come in at a fast pace.

Tsukababes Pokémon

From Espeon: 1 video attachment

From Espeon: Went downstairs to find him jamming out.

From Boldore: WOAH! SO MANLY! I DIDNT KNOW HE COULD PLAY DRUMS!

From Venomoth: I might need him to wife me up after this, everything keeps proving he would be the best boyfriend

From Scraggy: Wait, amigos, back it up

From Scraggy: Look, he doesn't have his hearing aids in

From Pikachu: 😳😳

From Scraggy: Breathe Denks, stop staring at his arms

From Pikachu: I never said I was!

From Scraggy: You never said you weren't

From Boldore: Wait, he didn't have his ears in?

From Rayquaza: I haven't seen him play drums in a while! If he's taking instrument requests, he should play the guitar!

From Espeon: He isn't taking requests.

From Venomoth: But how can he hear what he's playing without his ears in?

From Espeon: He can hear it a little bit, but mostly he's going off of the vibrations he feels from playing it.

From Boldore: That's so cool!!

From Pikachu: Okay, I'll be the one to say it

From Pikachu: That was fucking hot

From Espeon: Dude that's my brother.

From Rayquaza: Kami that's my best friend.

From Espeon: Then what am I?

From Rayquaza: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! I meant you both are!

From Espeon: Relax. I was just messing with you.

From Rayquaza: Right!

From Venomoth: Hmmm, interesting

From Scraggy: Mina, leave it alone

From Espeon: What?

From Whismur: We'll talk later Toshi

From Whismur: But Mina, leave it alone unless said otherwise, okay?

From Venomoth: Fineeeee

From Whismur: And thanks but I don't see how I was apparently hot

From Pikachu: It was, did you not watch it??

From Whismur: I watched the video, I just don't see how it was hot

From Scraggy: Tsuka, that was almost Roki level hot

From Whismur: I just don't see it?

What did Mina and Izuku mean?

She could tell he likes you.

What?

Yeah. He didn't want to friend zone you but it's clear he doesn't want to risk making you uncomfortable.

My brother stared at me with wide eyes and sat down on the bottom step.

I quickly snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat.

From Whismur: I broke him

From Rayquaza: What happened???

From Venomoth: Interesting, very interesting

From Whismur: I filled him in on something

From Whismur: Don't worry about it :)

From Rayquaza: I feel like I should be scared

From Boldore: Same bro

I looked up from my phone and saw Pops standing behind Toshi.

Do I want to ask?

Probably not.

Alright. Wanna have a jam sesh little listener? It's been a minute since we've had one.

Sure.

Alright, get back on drums, I'll hop on guitar and follow your lead. Coolio?

I gave him a thumbs up and went back on my stool, watching him get his favorite guitar and check that it's tuned.

After a minute, I started on the drums again, playing a similar beat to earlier and feeling the extra vibration from Pops playing his electric guitar.

We communicated through subtle head nods for who was about to get a solo, when to pick up the beat and when to slow it down. For a moment, I felt like a kid again, playing my first full riff with him in the basement and falling in love with music all over again.

When we stopped, we looked over to see Hitoshi recording again and Dad standing beside him with a soft smile on his face.

"Hey. How much did you see?" I asked Dad.

"Oh, I saw all of it and your brother is sending me the videos later." I jokingly rolled my eyes, set my drumsticks down and rolled my shoulders back.

"We haven't played in a while little listener, I've missed it. Maybe one of these days you'll finally let me bring you on my radio show." I grimaced and shook my head.

"I just, don't really know how I would feel playing in front of people. Even if they aren't physically there, yknow?" Pops nodded, walking over and ruffling my hair.

"I know, little listener. But if you ever change your mind, just know I'll gladly bring you on." I nodded and smiled softly.

"Do either of you want me to grab you something at the mall tomorrow?" Dad shook his head and looked at Pops. "Sunshine was just saying earlier how he needs some more hair ties, if you see any would you mind grabbing them?" I gave him a thumbs up and Pops gave me an awkward hug over the drum set. "There was something else we wanted to talk to you both about." Toshi and I looked at our Dad curiously. "You and Sunshine got invited to I-Island, and he was told that we're all welcome to go. Would you both like to?" I rapidly nodded my head, excited at the offer.

"Yeah, that sounds cool." My brother monotoned back.

"Alright, we'll let the commission know and we all have to dress nice one day unfortunately. So I'll let you know what needs to be packed for that. It's in four days." I gave him a thumbs up before we all went back upstairs to relax, finding time to enjoy school being out for a little bit.