#It's either yamada added himself to aizawa's contacts

[terrible-translations]

What's that fools name again? *searches for "yell hero"*

Translation of a comic by ginmokusei_haru@twitter!

[kaeyas-beloved]

If you're comfortable with this and you write for these characters. Can you do were Aizawa Present Mic and All Might notice a female student reader not wanting to go near them for anything, won't be alone with them if shes near them someone always has to see her full body, won't let them touch her, etc and it happens to all the male teachers. So they ask her about it and in a haze, she confesses she was raped by a male teacher in middle school. Just their reaction to that, how they deal with it.

Hey Anon! I’m totally fine with doing this, thank you for requesting and stay safe :) Sorry this took so long, I started writing your request then I changed the way I was writing it… 

I rushed the ending for All Might’s too so I’m also sorry if his isn’t that good compared to the others. 

I’m also also sorry if these are inaccurate in any way! I did do some research for these but if in anyway I offend someone please let me know and I’ll take it down! 

*TW!!* : Mentions/Implied Rape, Rape Themes

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|| Shota Aizawa ||

When he went to confront you he made sure to bring along Midnight with him just in case, believing that it’d be best to have a female teacher so you’d (hopefully) feel more comfortable. He had the three of you step outside of the dorms thinking that it would be the best place instead of his office where another student could easily over hear (you also got really stiff when your eyes drifted to his door after he asked if you had a moment so that was out of the question).

After confessing your past experience Aizawa has millions of emotions raging throughout his mind, anger and sorrow being the most prominent ones. Anger at the middle school teacher that dared to lay a hand on such a sweet, caring and kind student as yourself and sorrow because you had to go through that – you did nothing to deserve such trauma… 

He had Midnight take you to her office so that you both could talk privately and she could get for more information without the fear of someone finding out your secret, while Aizawa went back into the dorms and into his office. It wasn’t long before he got a text with the name of the teacher and where he taught from Midnight, the Pro immediately contacted some people he knew that were with the police and doing a little more research. 

If the middle school teacher is already behind bars Aizawa will make sure that that man stays there as long as possible – extending his existing sentence and keeping him far away from you for as long as possible. 

If it just so happened that this man was not already in jail – oh boy. Aizawa will personally hunt him down and get him thrown in jail, spitting a few threats that if he was to ever get out of jail and come within 50 feet of you that there would be hell to pay.

He’ll then make sure that your next 3 years at UA are as comfortable as possible, even if that means he himself has to keep his distance until you feel ok to be around him. He’ll offer to find a therapist for you – if you want one that is. If not, that’s okay, he’ll just watch and make sure that you’re doing alright himself.He also might just encourage you to talk to a teacher you’re comfortable with, such as Midnight or Recovery Girl.

Bottom line, Aizawa cares and he’d do anything to make sure that you become more comfortable around the school but also making sure to never allow that ass of a middle school teacher to ever bother you again.

|| Hizashi Yamada ||

Hizashi didn’t notice at first how you acted differently between male and female teachers or even that you weren’t that comfortable with him near you. It took Aizawa pointing it out to even get him to see the difference and also after his own observation for him to fully understand (you were passing Vlad King and you basically shot to the wall, practically hugging it as you passed him).  

So one day after class, as he sat atop his desk, he called out to you with a smile on his face, asking for just a moment of your time, which stopped you in your tracks. You were the last one out of class so there was no one but you and President Mic. After a lot of visible hesitation, you finally agreed, though you stayed by the door just in case you had to make a quick get away. Mic started to ask if anything was going on or if something happened, listing the unusual behaviour you’ve exhibited. When you finally crack and tell him your past the smile he had instantly fell and everything clicked together. So that’s why…

For a moment it’s just silent between you both, your eyes darting all over the room, trying to find anywhere to look but at him. Then Mic pushed his chair back and stood, causing you to finally look at him. The Pro took off his sun glasses, placing them on his desk and offered a small smile, though there was hints of sadness in his expression.

“Thank you for telling me something so personal – your secret is safe with me little listener.” He reassured before asking if there is anything he could do. Like Aizawa, Hizashi also offered to find a therapist or if you just wanted someone to talk with, suggesting that Recovery Girl would be a good choice.

If not, he understands and doesn’t push you to get one, respecting whichever decision you make. Mic then dismisses you to head back to the dorms, his parting words being that you’re safe at UA and that no one would let harm come to the students. When you left Mic sat back down and starting to grade some English papers from that day.

Thankfully, you ended up mentioning the name of your middle school teacher (even if you didn’t mean to) and it’s not that difficult to find what school you previously went to. So while he works, Hizashi makes a mental note to look into this past teacher of yours to see if there’s anything he can do to lock him up or just make his life a living hell.

No one is able to hurt someone as awesome as you and get away with it after all…

|| Toshinori Yagi ||

Like Mic, he didn’t notice anything (being the No. 1 Hero is hard work y’know). What he did notice was how you jumped nearly 10 feet in the air and went as rigid as a board when he went to pat you on the back for a job well done in hero training. Granted, he thought, it was sudden and he was coming up from behind you, so All Might just figured that he startled you. Though when he was congratulating you again a week later (and standing in front of you this time) and you reacted nearly the same way – he knew something was up.      

After the second time of this happening he whisper-asks you if he could see you after class – to which you agree albeit very hesitant, which he noticed. He added that it was nothing to worry about and went back to teaching the class. When class did end you found a spot to stand by the exit of the observation room, anxiously waiting for all your classmates to leave. Finally, the last one left, leaving just you and the number one hero.

“Young (L/N), are you alright?” he asked softly. When you looked confusedly at him All Might asked about why you seemed so jumpy around him. Was it his height that frightened you by chance? One thing leads to another and you end up spilling what the real problem was.

For the first time in a very long time, All Might’s ever present smile drops.

He asks for a name. If you give him it, unlike the other two, All Might would take a more legal approach if the teacher is still out and about. He’d be with you every step of the way through the legal process.

If you don’t All Might would offer a list of people that you could see for therapy if a) you don’t already have one and b) if you want to have one at all. If you don’t that’s fine too.

He’d keep an eye on you around the school from afar just to make sure that nothing happens. If All Might sees that you may be feeling uncomfortable in a situation, he’d either shoot the teacher that’s near you a look that explains everything or go over there himself.

And over time, All Might becomes someone that you trust :)    

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do you think mic would have a call line that aizawa can chime into?

Oh, without a doubt! I don’t know jack diddly about how radio works, so a lot of what I’m about to say is probably nonsensical bullshit (and also probably 99% fanfic-inspired and all said before by more eloquent writers), but we’ll just go with it anyway

Mic either has a special line Aizawa can call in to get directed immediately to Mic, separate from the queue, or Mic is hypervigilant of Aizawa’s number on the call lists and gives his call TOP PRIORITY. It doesn’t matter if Aizawa is 1st in the queue or the 1111th, Mic will slam dunk that answer button when he sees his husband’s number. And he has relayed his willingness to do so thousands of times to Aizawa, who mostly complains that doing so would con some poor sap out of a personal one-on-one with Present Mic.

You could probably count the times Aizawa has actually called in, in the 6 or so years Mic has been broadcasting, on one hand. Aizawa is just content to listen most of the time; if he has a quiet night of patrolling, he’ll stick in an earbud to tune in, and on other early nights, he’ll fall asleep on the couch with the radio softly humming away on the coffee table. He doesn’t listen for the music, and he doesn’t care enough about the other heroes Mic interviews to pay attention to what they have to say.

He, of course, listens for Mic, whose stories mostly consist of his experiences as a hero, life at UA, both as a student and as a teacher, and answering questions about how to go about becoming a hero. Once in a while, Mic will regale his listeners with stories about his Favorite Listener, who, to this day, nobody (except for Aizawa and Mic’s close friends and other staff at UA, of course) has been able to figure out who that is. All anyone knows for a fact is that Mic’s favorite listener is a workaholic like himself, has an soft spot for cats, and is not big on attention. And besides random funny stories from their high school days, that’s all Mic will reveal about them, no matter how many people ask. In the beginnings of his radio show, he was a bit saddened about having to keep such an amazing person a secret, but now Mic treats it almost like a game, playing keepaway with the answer to such an enticing mystery.

[Putting the rest of this under a readmore because it turned out a lot longer than I intended it to 💦💦💦)

The first time Aizawa ever calls in is when they’re in their mid-twenties, both at the tops of their games with hero work. And with so much work, their time spent together is slim to none. Aizawa is off helping out taking down a large, traveling drug and trafficking ring with other underground heroes, while Mic is keeping Musutafu safe and applying to teach at UA, while also helping prep about three different fundraisers.They’ve gone about two months without seeing each other physically, and in the last three weeks they haven’t had the time to chat via phone nor video call. Aizawa misses him, of course. The most he can manage to get any contact whatsoever with Yamada is to either text him or tune into his radio show whenever he has a few minutes of downtime or during the times when he should be sleeping.

And it turns out Yamada misses him a whole heap, too. His tone when broadcasting is a lot less chipper than normal–probably sounds the same to a newer listener, but to someone who has been tuning in for a while, they’ll notice an immediate difference. He’s mopey, and his responses to callers and interviewees are either snappy or generic and distant.

It seems to be the right time to listen in, Aizawa can’t help but think, when one caller asks him what’s bothering him–a humorous reversal, since most callers chime in to complain about their problems to him–and Mic admits that he misses his favorite listener. Like. A lot. And that he wants to call them and talk to them for hours about just random shit and be able to hear their voice again for just one minute, one minute, it’s all he’s asking. When asked why Mic doesn’t just call, he tells his listener that they’re hella busy saving the world, and that he doesn’t want to distract them.

There’s a commercial break after the question, and Aizawa sighs, toys with his phone in his hand for the entire duration of ads, and finally gathers up the strength to dial in the number reserved for him and him only. The line rings once, twice, three times, and for a moment Aizawa wonders if he’s either dialed the wrong number or the call just won’t make it through. But as Mic is bringing the show back in, he cuts his sentence short with a small gasp, announces they have an unexpected caller, and quite literally slams the button to broadcast the call.

Aizawa doesn’t announce himself as Mic’s favorite listener, doesn’t even say, “hey, it’s me.” He simply starts out with, “Sorry I’ve been missing your shows lately. I tune in when I can, but it’s not often.”

He can only assume Hizashi is holding a hand up to his dopey, wobbling smile, because he can hear the emotion in his voice when he replies, “That’s alright, listener. ‘Not often’ is all we can manage sometimes.”

Aizawa didn’t really think of what he would say on this call, didn’t rehearse anything in his head for those five minutes of commercial silence, contemplating whether or not he should call in. He’s a man of few words, with those words being short and to-the-point. So that’s why his message ends up being, “I heard what you said earlier. I miss someone, too,” and nothing else.

Mic, the conversationalist he is, attempts to coax more out of him. “Oh? And what’s been keeping you two apart?”

“Work.”

“Isn’t that always the case? And what do you miss about ‘em?”

“Their voice. Their smile. Their laugh. Their stupid fashion sense and their ridiculous tastes in music.”

He hears Mic’s offended gasp, and then his laugh, probably to keep himself from blurting out, ‘hey, you’re one to talk!’ Mic settles with, “Bold words! Anything else?”

“….Their warmth and affection.”

Aizawa is anything but a romantic. He doesn’t get poetry or love songs. He doesn’t understand the media’s obsession with love as a concept. He hates PDA, and will actively tear away anyone’s hands that rest too close to him unless their on the limited list of Hizashi, Midnight, Recovery Girl, and Nedzu, the latter three he only allows because they’ve all earned his respect. To admit that he actually misses being wrapped tightly in Hizashi’s arms and receiving soft kisses, tender touches, and sweet words, is something he’ll probably have to live his life with in total and utter embarrassment. 

Regardless, he can hear the smile in Hizashi’s voice as he responds, “Well, my listener, I’m sure once you two meet up again, that someone will shower you with so much warmth and affection, you’ll be drowning in it! ‘Til then, we’ll both just have to sit back and wait patiently.”

The call ends, and rather than feeling exasperated about having so many people just listening to him talking on the phone on live radio, Aizawa feels reinvigorated. Calling Hizashi’s radio show isn’t something he has any intentions of making a habit of, but hearing Hizashi’s voice again does wonders for his motivation and energy.

After that event, Aizawa calls two more times within the next few years: once because he knows Hizashi’s phone is dead and he can’t wait to tell him about the new cat he’s just adopted, and once because Hizashi begs him to after Aizawa had endured a rather violent beating during a villain encounter, and Hizashi had been worried about him going on patrol so soon after healing. Hizashi always tries to coax Aizawa into calling more often, telling him, “You’ll get to talk to your favorite radio host that much more often!” But in truth, Hizashi doesn’t mind the limited calls. It just makes the ones he receives all the more special

[dumbgothbunny]

May I request a darkly sweet threeway with Mic and Aizawa please? They blackmail a teaching assistant at UA into kissing them whenever they demand it, only kissing, till they decide to take her home. They make her strip and play with herself in front of them, then start to body worship and praise her for being good, maybe helping her finger herself to orgasm? I think intimate acts like kissing and worship when you don't want it could fuck someone up. 💖

oh gosh i really hope you like this >//w//

Your life had been a hard one- starting from birth all the way into your teen years. Your quirk was dangerous- mind control- and had been carefully monitored throughout your early life. The constant pressure and scruitany had caused you to rebel. You’d been a petty villain- stealing and setting dumpsters on fire- causing a nuisance for police and heros just because you could. You never got caught though- and as you grew older you stopped rebelling- fell in line-  and straightened up; vowing right then and there never to use your quirk unless it was to save others in need. At the ripe age of 21 you were now a teaching assistant. You were shared between two classes, both senseis well known pro heros. To say it was nerve wracking was an understatement…. And worse…

They’d found out about your past.

Hizashi Yamada had been the one to bring it up one day on your lunch break. The three of you, Aizawa, yourself, and Yamada, were sitting together, eating some delicious bread from the school store. You’d been absolutely terrified. This job was still new to you. You wanted to teach and help children like you succeed. You wanted them to know that they could be extraordinary, no matter how crazy the quirk. All that could be taken away the moment one of them decided to tell.

So. When they’d promised to keep it a secret you’d been thankful. That is, until Yamada added his ‘circumstances’

You’d looked at Aizawa, hoping that he’d talk some sense into his friend.. But he was smiling, arms crossed. Thats when you knew… they’d talked this over. They were going to share you..

The request was simple enough. Kisses. Whenever they wanted them. Sometimes they’d have you sit in Yamadas lap, moving back and forth between their lips. Other times they’d pull you into supply closets- sneak a kiss between classes. The demands grew with time- and now, halfway through the school year- you’d grown accustomed to being summoned at almost any moment- only to be pressed against a wall and frenched until your vision went dark.

“(Y/N).”

His voice shakes you from your thoughts, body jolting in shock. You’d been so caught up in your own mind that you hadn’t heard him calling for you. The rain is coming down hard, and you’d hoped to stand under the school entrance until it let up, why you’d forgotten an umbrella was beyond you.

The blonde pro hero rests his arm on your head, grinning down at you. As if on cue, Aizawa comes from down the stairs, stopping beside Hizashi.

“Little birdie seems to have forgotten her umbrella today, eh?”

You huff in frustration, moving out from under him.  The Erasure hero shakes his head, moving to walk in front of you both.

“Come on. Hizashi will share his with you. Follow us home.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Present Mic snorts.

“It’s not a request. You’re coming with us.”

  You keep your eyes down, refusing to look either of your senior heros in the face. They’ve got you on Hizashi’s bed- no surprise its huge- just like his personality, You’re in Yamada’s lap, facing him- with Aizawa pressed against your backside. The sleepy hero nuzzles into your neck, his hands pressed up under your shirt. Its the first time either of them have done anything besides kiss you, and you’re a tad bit nervous. You squeak, chewing at your lower lip. Neither of these men are unattractive… and after kissing them for so long it’d be a lie to say you didn’t feel a little something for the two of them… even if you didnt particularly want to.

“We’ve decided… we want to change our little.. Arrangement.”

Aizawas voice is right in your ear, his lips caressing at the soft lobe.

“O-Oh..?”

Hizashi leans forward, flicking his tongue out to taste your lips. You immediately open your mouth, allowing him to move in, lips locking together in a gentle kiss. Aizawa continues to speak.

“We no longer want just kisses. We both want… the same thing..”

His hands press up under your bra, a low moan vibrating in your throat, only to be swallowed down by the blonde in front of you. Aizawa gropes at your chest, his thumbs playing with your perk, erect nipples.

“Oh… they’re pierced..?”

Your cheeks get even hotter. Hizashi pulls away for a moment, brows raised.

“Whhhaaaa!? No way!?”

Erasurehead removes his hands, only to lift up your shirt and bra in one swoop. You raise your arms.

Hizashi whistles, taking in your creamy skin. Sure enough two small silver balls are resting against your nipples. His eyes meet yours as he leans forward, pressing his lips to one of them. He takes one in his mouth, tongue twirling and pressing against it. You gasp, arching your back against Aizawa. It feels good- so good. The hero behind you chuckles.

“It seems she wants the same thing as us, Hizashi.”

You whine in response, fingers gripping into Yamadas hair. You’d almost expected him to complain- to tell you NOT to touch the hair… but instead he lets out a dirty moan, slurping against your piercing. The noise sends a rush of heat right to your core.

Aizawa’s fingers roam, his body slowly moving backward, bringing you with him. He’s flat on his back, you on top of him, and Hizashi on top of you. Your legs part for him- long fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants and panties. You can feel the groan rumbling against your back.

“Hizashi- she’s soaking.”

The blonde purrs, moving from one nipple to the other. You’re a writhing mess, crying out as the two of them work you- Aizawa pressing into your clit; Yamada slurping and teasing your nipples. They’ve got you completely riled up- your hips begin to grind down on his fingers, body becoming desperate for release.

You’re almost granted it.

Almost.

As if sensing how close you are, both of them halt their actions. You whine at the loss of contact. They begin to move, leaving you on your back. Hizashi pulls off his shirt, eying you with dark a look.

“I cant wait to finally fuck you- I’ve been begging Aizawa to do this since the beginning.”

You hear him snort behind you, can see the dark pair of pants flung to the corner of the room.

“If we’d have fucked her right then and there she’d have been utterly horrified.”

That was true. Just kissing had been so scary at first. You turn your head, only to be rewarded with an eye full of Erasurehead. He’s bulk- a lot more ripped than you thought he’d be- and my god his cock- its… its big. Like. mondo big.

“Ahh.. staring isn’t very nice you know, Kitten.”

His words make you shudder. Hizashi’s finger presses under your chin, bringing your gaze back to him.

“On all fours, little birdie.”

   They dont show you any mercy.

Aizawa is deep in your throat, his fingers gripping at the strands of your hair. Tears spill out over your cheeks, body jerking forward with every harsh motion of Hizashi’s thrusts. They’re being so rough with you that it’d be scary… if you didn’t like it so much. Your eyes look up- only to lock with the Erasure heros. He smirks, taking hold of your hair much tighter. You groan around his cock. Behind you Hizashi curses, a loud smack rattling your body.

“Fuck ‘Zawa, when you did that she got so tight-”

“She’s a good little slut isn’t she?”

You purr around him, making his mouth curl into a grimace.

The pace only gets rougher- between the tugging of your hair and the way Hizashi is spanking you, drilling into your tight heat, you wont last long. You’re so close to orgasm- you can feel it, threatening to take over. Aizawa pulls himself from you lips, a thick strand of saliva and precum connecting your mouth to his head.

“Okay Hizashi, let me in too.”

You yelp when the blonde takes hold of you, falling back onto the mattress. You stay seated on him, his arms taking your legs and opening you wide, exposing him to the hero before you. Aizawa’s eyes go dark, a snarl on his lips.

“Shit.. she’s so fucking hot.. We should’ve done this sooner.

Mic thrusts up into you, making you cry out for him.

“Thats what i was saying before, Shota.”

Your arms outstreach, inviting your other lover to join you. He takes the invitation the moment its presented, chest pressed to chest.

“I’ll go slow..”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek as he begins to press inside you.

The stretch burns in a pleasant way, your cunt taking both cocks hungrily. Nails dig into Aizawa’s back, a loud whine ripping from your throat. They still their movements for a second, Hizashi kissing along your shoulder and Aizawa along your jaw.

“P-Please…”

The blonde beneath you chuckles.

“Please what, little bird?”

“F-Fuck me..”

Thats all they needed to hear. Sweaty skin grinds against sweat skin- slick oozing out of you to cover both men. They drive into you with hunger, devouring everything you have to offer and more. They’re sure to mark you- sucking deep bruises into your otherwise flawless skin. The bedpost bangs rapidly against the wall of their apartment, but neither of them seem to care if the neighbors complain about the noise. Your voice is hoarse by the time you cum- your cry of pleasure breaking off into a silent scream. However, just because you’re done doesn’t mean they are. The two men continue to fuck you, lavishing you with soft kisses and sweet words.

You’re not sure who finishes first- but neither of them pull out until they’re both soft. Aizawa rolls your limp body over, your head resting against one of Present Mics pillows. Its soft. You let out a sleepy sigh of content. .

“Hizashi. Your phone.”

Mic throws the sleepy hero his iphone, brows arched. You hear the sound of a Camera snap, but you’re too out of it to really care much. All thats on your mind is the afterglow.

The blonde looks over, whistling at the photo he’d just taken. It’s you, ass marked red with his handprints- their cum oozing out of your opening.

“Something for us to keep. Send that to me. My phone’s in my room.”

[twit-writes]

Aizawa/Reader TMNW: Ch.8 - Almost There

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You snuggled against the couch cushions, buried under a pile of blankets. You sent Aizawa a quick text, informing him that you were unable to go to the weekly cat cafe meetings. Aizawa replies right away with a simple “okay”. You tucked your phone underneath the cushion and mumbled incoherently to yourself. That was All Might’s true form...All Might’s true form….

You sighed wearily, wrapping the blankets around you tighter. I guess it explains why he disappeared for awhile. You happened to stumble across the Symbol of Peace’s greatest secret. You assumed that the noise you heard outside was a villain attack, explaining why All Might carelessly transformed in public. You tried to ignore it, but this was big. You didn’t know what to do. It was none of your business, but you were suddenly burdened with this secret you never wanted to know. You made a silent promise to yourself not to tell anybody, knowing that the consequences could put the #1 hero in danger. With your mind still swirling with unanswered questions, you quickly passed out, unaware of a phone call from Aizawa.

With a throbbing headache, dark circles, and messy couch hair, you left the comfort of your warm apartment and headed towards the hated early morning shift. Ugh, it’s early morning. No one even shops this early. You jogged to work, trying to keep yourself warm. You passed by the beach on your way to work. It was barely sunrise, but the sky was still beautiful. Too bad there’s so much trash around here. You stopped looking at the beach horizon, knowing that it turned into a mountain of trash up ahead. You were so focused on ignoring the trash pile that you failed to see All Might in his true form, yelling at a green-haired boy, “Run! Run! Ten months will be over before you know it!”

You groaned, thoroughly annoyed at how slow time was passing by. It’s only 10 am? You usually worked with another person, but since morning shifts were slow only one person was needed. You idly scrolled through your phone, noticing that Aizawa had replied to your texts with a “don’t mind” cat emoji. “How cute,” you mused. You heard the soft chime of the automatic doors and looked up to greet the customer. Your mouth dropped when you saw it was All Might.

“A-All Might?!” you stuttered out in surprise, pointing your finger at him.

“Who’s that?!” All Might spluttered with blood came out of his mouth. You cried out in alarm and quickly looked around for some napkins for the poor hero. All Might thanked you and cleaned himself up, giving you time to process this strange meeting.

“Ahem, sorry about that. Let me start over. Hello, young ________,” All Might greeted you bashfully.

“Wha-? How do you know my name?” you asked in slight suspicion,

“Oh, I just looked at your name tag just now”

“...I forgot about that,” You mumbled, embarrassed that you suspected this extremely friendly hero.

All Might laughed and waved off your worries, “Actually, I came to ask for a favor.” Seeing that he had your attention, he continued, “It has come to my attention that I unknowingly revealed my identity to you. It would be much appreciated if you kept this a secret.”

“O-of course! I would never tell anyone what I know! This is dangerous information, after all,” you assured.

All Might sighed in relief, “Thank you. I don’t want people to find out the current state of my health.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, All Might bowed and left the convenience store, leaving you alone with overwhelming emotions. After All Might left the store, you jumped up and cheered, holding the precious autographed napkin in your hand. You excitedly grabbed your phone to text Aizawa that you got All Might’s autograph, but then you paused. I’m not supposed to know that All Might is in town...it’s probably better not to tell Aizawa then. You pouted at the thought of being unable to share this with Aizawa, but you perked up when Aizawa sent you a text “ how’s work? ”

4 months later

“Yeah right?! And then she was lik-ah ah ACHOO! Ugh….,” you sniffled, “Ugh, sorry about that. I think I’m getting sick.”

“I know you’re pouting right now,” Aizawa knowingly said in his gruff voice.

“Hmph, no I’m not!”

“I told you to wear more. It’s winter.”

“Okay, cat mom.”

“I thought we agreed you would stop calling me that.”

“Hehe, Yamada said he would, but I didn’t~,” you teased in a singsong voice.

“Oi.”

“Heh-ACHOO…..ugh.”

A few minutes later, you ended the call when Aizawa told you he had to leave for patrol. You hummed in agreement when he said good night. You let out a loud huff, annoyed that you couldn’t breathe through your nose anymore. You swore that you would never take a clear nose for granted again. Digging for a new tissue box, you crumpled up the used ones and added them to the growing pile near the trash can.

The pale sunlight streamed through your window. You forgot to close the curtains so the sunlight shone directly on your face, blinding your eyes when you opened them. Argh, that’s just my luck! You angrily shoved your blankets aside, finding it too stuffy for you. You guess you got up too fast because everything suddenly got dizzy. You fell back into bed to support yourself and weakly touched your burning forehead. Oh no….

Aizawa frowned as he checked his phone; you hadn’t sent a text back. Aizawa was not clingy, but it was unusual for you not to reply for some time.

Aizawa quickly typed up a message, asking if you were alright, and tried to slide the phone back into his pocket before anyone saw. It seemed that luck was not on Aizawa’s side either because he got startled and dropped his phone when Present Mic loudly blurted out, “Texting at work, I see. Hmm, I wonder who it is.”

Aizawa hissed at Present Mic to quiet down but his enthusiastic broadcast could not be stopped, “Is it our dear ________? Oh, I’m sorry. I mean your-,“ Present Mic was cut off when Aizawa elbow punched the side of his face.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Present Mic exclaimed in disbelief, holding his poor abused cheek.

“Quiet, Mic.”

Present Mic turned his chair away from his friend in a childish tantrum, “I’m not talking to you.”

“Sorry, I’m just worried about ________.”

At this, Present Mic swiveled back with concern in his eyes, “Did something happen?”

“I don’t know. She hasn’t answered me back yet, but I know she was starting to get sick last night. Maybe it got worse?” Aizawa reasoned.

“That sounds likely. Wait, where are you going?”

“Going out.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you expelled your entire class, must be nice to have so much ti-” Present Mic was cut off again when Aizawa bonked him on the head.

Aizawa knocked on the door again, waiting for you to answer while he held a warm bowl of soup. He impatiently started to tap his foot and knocked again, a little louder this time. Still no answer. He turned around and winced from the sunlight; the sunset casting an orange glow on his pale face. He was about to knock on the door again when he got an idea.

The first few taps roused you from your deep slumber. You tossed and turned in your sleep when the tapping continued. You reluctantly opened your eyes when you finally had enough of the insistent tapping, annoyed that the noise disturbed your much-needed sleep. You turned towards the source of the sound, expecting to shoo away some pesky bird when you were greeted by Aizawa crouching on your windowsill. You screamed out of shock and fell out of your bed while Aizawa looked on in wry amusement.

“Aizawa?! What are you doing?!” you angrily shouted, mostly because he almost gave you a heart attack.

You couldn’t hear what Aizawa was saying, so you begrudgingly opened the window to hear him.

“Open the door.”

“Fine!”

Aizawa didn’t miss how you tumbled out of bed with shaky legs, frowning when he realized how ill you were.

You almost collapsed by the time you reached the front, which wasn’t far from the bedroom, but you tried to hide it when you greeted Aizawa at the door.

You tried to talk, only for a hoarse cough to come out. Aizawa grunted and swiftly lifted you in his arms, kicking off his boots to prevent getting the carpet dirty. You yelped in surprise and buried your face into his shoulder to hide your blushing face.

Aizawa dropped you on your bed and roughly yanked the blankets over your head. Your disgruntled protests were muffled by the thick blanket, popping your head out to glare at him. “Are you trying to kill me or what?”

Aizawa scoffed at your accusation, “Just go to sleep.” You grumbled that you were sleeping before someone interrupted, but Aizawa ignored your comment.

You were rudely awakened (again) by someone nudging your shoulder. You blearily looked at whoever was bugging you, hoping that you managed to shoot off a glare.

“Good, you’re awake. Drink this.”

“Noooo don’t want it,” you whined.

“It’s good for you.”

“Ew.”

“Tch, if you drink this, I’ll buy you food later.”

Aizawa had never seen anyone gulp down soup (that he spiked with medicine) that fast before.

When you opened your eyes again, you realized that it was night time because your room was pitch black. It was difficult to sense your surroundings. Was it because it’s dark? No, that’s strange, everything seems so dizzy.

“Are you awake?” Aizawa asked, peeking out of the doorway when he heard the blankets shuffle.

“Mhm. I feel loopy.”

“That’s probably the medicine then.”

“Aizawa, give me a hug!” you cooed, completely delirious from the high fever you had.

“No.”

“Whhhhhy?”

“I’m not a fan of physical contact. I’d rather stay here. Don’t get me sick.”

B-but Shouta,” you whined. You didn’t notice how you unconsciously called Aizawa by his first name or how he turned around to hide the blush on his face.

“Shouta,” you chirped in a raspy voice. Aizawa walked towards the bed using the light that peeked through the slightly opened door. He made himself comfortable on the floor to sit beside your bed.

“Cat mom.”

Aizawa grunted in reply. His eyes widened in surprise when you reached out to play with his long hair.

“It’s so soft. Like a cat,” you giggled as you ruffled through his messy locks. Aizawa lowered his head to humor you, unintentionally bringing his face closer to yours.

“Time?”

“Hm?”

“Cat mom, patrol?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s my day off.”

“Then, can you stay until I fall asleep?” you asked.

“Sure.”

“Yay! Shouta.”

“Hm?”

“Can you tell me a story?”

“Hah?”

“Tell me how you got your hero name again!”

“Tch, fine. My hero name didn’t matter because I knew I didn’t want to be on the news, so Mic just came up with something and I went with it.”

“Booring.”

“You’re the one who asked for it.”

Your stuffy nose made your voice sound nasally, “I wish I could’ve gone to U.A. with you guys…”

“We wouldn’t have been in the same year.”

“At least you made it in! You’re amazing!

Aizawa scoffed, “I had to transfer from general studies.”

“So? That’s even more incredible! It just shows how hard-working you are!” you assured with a smile, trying to comfort him.

Aizawa didn’t say anything so you continued, “I remember when I got rejected….I hated my quirk so much. I hated myself for being weak.”

Aizawa opened his mouth to disagree, but you cut him off, “But now, I’m realizing it was for the best. I wouldn’t have been able to complete the hero course with my type of quirk and that would’ve hurt me even more.”

“....There’s nothing crueler than letting a dream end midway,” Aizawa softly said.

“Mhm, I agree. Tough love, huh?” you laughed, moving your hand up to affectionately scratch his chin. You beamed at him when he complied with your silly request. At some point, your hand moved towards his jaw, gently tracing his uneven stubble. Aizawa hummed contently while you caressed his jaw, slowly moving closer to you.

There was a quiet pause, a slight hesitation, his breath hitched until you asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Kiss..,” Aizawa echoed, staring at you in clear adoration, “Yes,” pulling your hand away from his jaw to intertwine it with his, squeezing your hand tightly.

You let out a soft giggle and raised your head to peck his jawline. You mused at his incredulous look on his face before his lips quirked upwards in an amused smirk.

“You tease…” Aizawa mumbled, leaning down to capture your lips in a proper kiss before you accidentally sneezed on his face.

“Argh,” Aizawa pulled away to wipe his face off while you tried to apologize through a series of coughs. He rubbed small circles against your back, waiting for your coughing to stop. Aizawa excused himself from the room to grab you a glass of water.You touched your lips with trembling finger, your face burning with embarrassment at what just happened. You groaned and buried yourself in the bed before promptly passing out.

Aizawa came back to your unresponsive snoring form, feeling his heart speed up at the sight of your head peeking out while the rest of your body was wrapped around like a burrito.

“Cute.”