#Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

[cuineart]

Treat yours̶e̶l̶f̶ kid 🍦🍭💙

I love found families 🥰

[pjs-everyday]

lol this man does not care what he looks like, but oh, when he tries……………… . .

[eleiwitch]

They're married, your honour

[wh1spic]

Shouta: Can you keep a secret? Vigilnate Izuku: Do you know anything about my life? Shouta: No I do not. Good point.

[raven-inthegraveyard]

Yandere parent wants, yandere parent gets

It's okay he's just adopting the snarky quirkless boy who likes to spray paint it's fine don't worry about it

Chapter 4 is out now! Hooray!

[slytherintothedms]

rewatching mha and you can’t tell me aizawa didn’t know about izuku and all might - right after bakugou asks AM in front of aizawa what izuku is to him, he then insists he goes to the midoriya household alone (you are not subtle mr yagi)

[jennifer23]

Shigaraki & Eraserhead

Thinking about how Shigaraki called Eraserhead 'cool' twice, both of which were situations in which he was continually putting himself in danger to SAVE HIS STUDENTS even at huge personal risk. Thinking how that gets taken away, how Shigaraki says 'I thought you were cool' only when Aizawa places himself behind a student (Monoma) and allows his students to fight because he can no longer use his quirk effectively against Shigaraki.

Because like, Shigaraki had spent his whole life without a parental figure who would place themselves in trouble for him. That's why he thought Aizawa was cool. Because he was always there to protect his kids. Now that Aizawa doesn't seem to be willing (not able, but willing) to do that anymore, Shigaraki doesn't respect him anymore.

So yeah, feels.

[rarepears]

Honestly Aizawa's father, grandfather and uncle all using heavenly demon blood to keep him safe probably explains a lot. Both about what he's willing to bodily jump in front of, and about how he trains his kids since that's messed with his perception about what a "walk-it-off injury" is.

Having some heavenly demon blood in Aizawa = being able to track Aizawa's whereabouts

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Having more fresh blood in Aizawa = more (fresh and energetic) blood parasites means better and faster healing

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Aizawa always having his coffee tasting metallic = an Aizawa who has never known a reality where coffee without blood tastes normal and an Aizawa who thinks a broken limb is like a papercut and his friends are always such drama queens on the regular, of course they are going to be drama queens about some blood and bones Aizawa is so used to his coffee coming with a dash of blood that he brings his own coffee from home... he needs his bloody flavoring like it's a normal human's usual dash of cream and sugar

[More in the #shen yuan and luo binghe are aizawa's adoptive parents au]

[xia0ming56]

I have terrible short term memory so i can guarantee todays prompt surprised me as much as itll surprise yall… ahEm !!!slight nsfw!!

[sunflxwer-writes]

is it just me or is the world falling apart?

Warnings:  hospitals, mentions of violence and injury, mild descriptions of panic and dissociation

Summary: “Hitoshi,” Hizashi breathed, too quiet to have truly been heard by anyone. He was so relieved to see his kid awake—to see him alive—that he almost collapsed into a heap of grateful sobs. Almost.

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Shinsou and Aizawa get injured on patrol and Yamada, naturally, panics and rushes to see his family.

Word Count: 2,202

Read it here

[usagi-s2]

Dad for one fic rec!

How a Feral Fanboy Became the Number One Hero by MiHonoKo

summary: Normal cannon beginning to MHA except Izuku bites people, unlocks quirks a lot sooner, and has all for one quirk. Yoichi is feral, Inko is a great mother and a bad person, everyone is concerned for their own well being around Izuku, and all for one is a mostly absent father (for now). Crack

[set-forth-a-dream]

Hizashi’s first car. An EraserMic one shot.

The sun was shining almost too bright today as Shota finished tying his tie around the collar of his uniform shirt. Looking in the bathroom mirror he noticed the growth of stubble on his chin. The thought of shaving didn’t cross his mind, in fact, he was glad. The fibers of his capture scarf weren’t made for comfort, it tended to be a little itchy if not sharp in some areas. It was a weapon after all. The addition of some facial hair would allow a barrier between the rough fibers and his otherwise smooth skin. And made him look mature, he’d been ready for some kind of change. Shake off the look of being a wide-eyed innocent hopeful hero. There was nothing innocent about the job. Beneath the paraded fame and glam of costumes, code names, special moves, and battle banter it was a dark and dangerous game of life or death that should be taken more seriously. With the addition of his facial hair his frumpy black waves now reached past his shoulders. Should he cut it? He thought moving it slightly back and up. That would mean taking routine haircuts to keep up an image. Why would he do that if he could keep up a less high-maintenance image for no money? He let the long hair fall back into place on his shoulders. That was enough of the mirror for today. He turned back to his room to finish getting his socks on and pack his backpack. His phone vibrated on the side table next to his bed. He spared it a glance but he still had the screen facing down. He decided it could wait whatever it was. Probably Hizashi sending a meme or cat video. He hesitated debating on whether or not to give in and look now that there was a chance of seeing cats giving the phone another glance. But he didn’t have time for distractions. He took the phone from its charger and slid it in his pocket and continued getting his backpack ready. Then he joined his parents in the kitchen, his father on his phone scrolling with dark circles under his eyes and a fork of cold eggs held halfway to his mouth.

“Good morning Shota.” His mother greeted setting a plate at the table.

“Morning.” He answered taking his seat and briefly placing his palms together over his plate, “Thanks.��

“Mornin’” His father finally came around out of his trance, “Fell asleep with my eyes open again.”

“Mhm,” Shota and his mother hummed.

The rest of the time it was quiet. Not an uncomfortable silence it was a whole family of people who preferred to do things mid-day to evenings. Mornings were meant to go slow, waking up naturally, dragging your feet across the floor, and maybe going back to bed after your first bathroom usage of the day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t how the world worked. So until mid-day, his family lacked the liveliness of someone awake and ready for the day. His phone vibrated again with another notification. Again Shota ignored it taking up his finished plate and headed back to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then he’d be off on his walk to school.

A rhythmic rumble shook the walls and he paused in his brushing. Some idiot had the music up way too loud in their car while passing by. He shrugged it off and continued only the pulsing music got closer and then it stayed. Who had the energy to be this annoying and inconsiderate this early in the morning??

“Shota!” His mother called from down the hall, “Your friend is here.”

Hizashi? Here? He finished with the water and hurried down the hall grabbing his backpack and stomping on his shoes as he realized, that loud music was right in front of his house! Unbelievable! What did he do, bring a whole stereo outside with him?! His cheeks heated up with embarrassment, the neighbors are going to stare!! He shoved open his front door to see a car, windows rolled down and Hizashi in the driver's seat having a karaoke session with his hair brush.

The neighbors were in fact staring, some shook their heads and made faces. Shota hurried over to the car.

“‘Zashi it’s too loud!!” If he could use his quirk on a car he’d be staring it down hard. “Turn it down!!”

“SHOTA!” Hizashi’s voice came with a wind that blew back his hair, “CHECK OUT MY SWEET WHEELS!”

“Your! Music! Is! Too! Loud!” He yelled over the clamor of a guitar solo.

“Get in!” Hizashi nodded to the passenger seat.

“Turn it down!” Shota demanded seeing his neighbors get increasingly annoyed and concerned. “Oh my god PLEASE turn it down!”

Hizashi pinched the volume dial and finally turned it down. “What’s the matter you don’t like ‘Hotel California’?” He asked a smile stayed plastered on his face, “Like the car? I finally saved up enough! She’s a little rough around the edges and the AC doesn’t always work but she drives!” He revved the engine but it didn’t give any flattering ‘purr’ just an annoying rumble. “C’mon get in!”

“No!” Shota answered back with irritable embarrassment, “I’d rather walk!” He pulled himself away from the car and stuffed his hands in his pockets then began walking down the sidewalk. His neighbors gave sheepish smiles and some laughed. He kept his head low waiting for the music and engine of the car to fade off the further he got. Only the music and engine stayed steady and right next to him.

“What are you doing?!” Shota groused snapping his head to look at the road where Hizashi slowly inched the car along to stay next to him.

“Offering you a ride to school dude. It’ll be faster if you just get in.”

“I’m not getting in that thing!” He hissed and picked up his pace.

Hizashi stayed next to him slowly rolling the tires and leaned his elbow out of the window peaking his green eyes out from his shades. “C’mon, bro! I told you I was going to pick you up!”

“No, you didn’t! And you didn’t have to do it while alerting the entire neighborhood!” Shota yelled. “You better go on, you look like a total creep right now.”

“Whoa! Who’s bein’ loud now?” Hizashi teased, “Yes I did! I sent you a text. Which I assume you never looked at. Again.” His voice dipped down showing his disappointment. Shota felt the phone in his pocket. The notification message.

Hizashi continued seemingly over the small pout of being ignored. “If you were outside waiting for me we would have sped off without causing a scene.”

“You ARE a scene,” Shota grumbled rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment!” He brushed back some blond hair in the weird updo he gave himself. “Now come on! You know ya wanna! You can take a nap on the way!”

There was no arguing or persuading his friend to leave. He sighed and stopped walking turning to the beige car. His friend looked like a glamor magazine model in a second-hand tin can. Entirely out of place. The color didn’t suit him but it was a milestone in a lot of people’s lives they couldn’t wait to achieve. He didn’t see the appeal. The noise, pollution, gas, and money it took to take care of a car could go to other more important and helpful things. Though at some point it would be logical to have one's private car. Popular Heroes in the public transportation system were impossible. They’d be swarmed with fans and never make it anywhere on time, or possibly make an otherwise safe area dangerous due to a villain tracking them down. Not that he thought he’d ever have to worry about becoming popular or having fans. He didn’t care about that so getting a car of his own could wait for a few more years or maybe forever. Hizashi on the other hand was bright, shining like the sun that morning. He made himself known, he’s a people person. Everyone knows him in some way or another. He was sure that one-day Hizashi would make the top ten in the hero charts. Not number one, but maybe 7 or 8. He thought he deserved it.

“Hhh, fine.” He walked over to the passenger side of the car taking off his backpack, “But keep the music down.”

“Hmm maybe.” Hizashi shrugged but excitedly vibrated in his seat. “Welcome aboard passenger! Please buckle your seat belt.” Hizashi mimicked a ride operator's announcements, one of the jobs he’d taken over the summer at a theme park. “Our destination today is UA High. Adjust your seat, sit back, relax, enjoy some sick tunes, and enjoy the ride.”

Shota shook his head a smile creeping across his face as the sun shone brighter from the clouds and in the seat driving next to him. “Y’know no one listens to that music anymore. Not even in America.”

“Whattya’ talkin’ about, of course they do!” Hizashi shrugged as another big hit in the 70’s-80’s played. “Hey, hey look at you!! Did you know you have a porcupine growing on your face?”

Shota rubbed the stubble on his chin with a smile, “Yeah, think I’ll keep it.”

“Damn,” Hizashi stayed with his eyes on the road and a smile, “You look so cool.”

Shota shrugged, “It’s just practical. Now I’m gonna nap before we get to school, don’t crash.”

“Please, I passed my test with funky fresh colors!” Hizashi chirped proudly, “Speaking of colors, the car I really want is gonna be blue.”

“M’kay.” Shota leaned the seat back slightly and covered his eyes with his arm resting over his face.

“Do you think you’ll get a car Sho? We’re already in our senior year. Did you take the driver's ed course?”

“I did. I do know how to drive. I just don’t think having a car would be logical for my line of work.” He answered quickly and then began to focus on his nap.

“So what you’re sayin' is, you want me to pick you up more often huh?”

“No.” He answered realizing he wasn’t going to get any actual sleep. But he settled for keeping his eyes closed. “I’m fine walking or taking the train and bus. My work will be less flashy than everyone else. Rooftops, ally ways, the underground kind of work. A car has no place there. Besides, driving it into battle would be asking for it to be totaled.”

“I’d love to pick you up and take you where ever you need to be.” Hizashi answered flicking on his blinker, “So long as I’m not busy at the same time. You just call me and let me know.”

Shota sighed, “Is that what you got from that conversation? I don’t need you to be my chauffeur.”

“Don’t worry it’s not gonna look like this forever! I’ll have a cool car, sleek, blue, sports car. Imported of course.”

Shota sighed, “Whatever if that’s what you want to spend your gas on.”

“Trust me, man,” Hizashi answered and Shota could hear him smiling, “you’re worth it.”

They arrived at school pulling up to the parking lot. Kayama was waiting in their usual spot and ran over to meet them.

“Oh my gosh!!” She cheered tackling Hizashi as he closed the door to the car, “You got the car! It’s so ugly!”

“Hey!” Hizashi wriggled from her hug and her hands that forced his face near the deep valley of her open-buttoned shirt. “Go easy on her Kayama this is getting us to vacation destinations and drive-thru’s when you don’t want to go inside to eat! Right, Sho?”

Shota didn’t say anything just unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled himself from the passenger seat.

“Oh no,” Kayama cackled, “It’s great! It really suits you, Yamada!” She snorted trying to keep from doubling over in laughter.

“Yo!” Hizashi snapped. Shota watched the two playfully insult each other Kayama trying to rustle Hizashi’s hair out of place or keep him in a headlock while he complained she was being too brutish for a woman, or how she smudged his glasses. Oboro would do anything to be in his place. To have sat in the passenger seat instead while listening to loud old American hits with Hizashi.

“Sho! Help me out, man! Don’t leave me alone with her!” Hizashi called from up the stairs. The sun made his yellow-blond hair glow so much that Shota had to squint his eyes and lifted a hand. Kayama also waved for him to catch up lest he be mistaken for owning the ‘ugly’ car.

“Alright!” He answered with a smile, “I’m coming.” He started up the stairs to join the two for the rest of the day.

[iwmmbfahw]

SHOUTA vs THE USJ

[bkdk-fan4ever]

Parental Aizawa Shouta | Crack Treated Seriously | it’s actually what te title says | Oneshot

Local Hobo Man Accidentally Kills 200-Year-Old-Villain, More At 8 by eraiklys

at 8: local vigilante child kidnaps another child to repay hobo man, local hobo man's husband is not amused

[raven-inthegraveyard]

Ever got a brainwashing quirk user devil on your shoulder?

Izuku and Shinshou friendship go brrrrr

Sketchy, but I wanted chapter three out so badly I love yandere Aizawa and artist Izuku and supportive but sarcastic Hitoshi! We need more of this dynamic duo, please and thank you.

[rarepears]

Green Hell au. Isn't TLJ travelling together with Gongyi Xiao at the end of SVSS? Either way, it would be funny if Aizawa would treat GYX as potential step-grandma/babysitter of his crazy grandpa. Aizawa would not question the weird relationship they got as he had already learned not to question anything about his family's complicated history. It would just traumatize him. However, he does think that the only sane man that his parents know is gotta be Uncle Mu Qingfan. Bles that man's patience🙏

Sorry, but Mu Qingfang isn't normal either. Why? Because most of the cures in PIDW is papapa! A lot of other cures are also probably very... lewd in nature too!

Aizawa thought it was all very normal as a kid, but now as an adult, he's finally realized just how Crazy Uncle Dr. Mu Qingfang is! (Worse yet is that Mu Qingfang's papapa prescriptions work?! It's probably the man's quirk. But still-)

Anyways, yes! Whether Gongyi Xiao X Tianlang Jun is real or not, the fact that Aizawa perceives it as such is hilarious!

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