#THANK YOU FOR THIS RARE SHOTA!!!!!!!

[derangedfujoshi]

for the shouta rating Zach from Zack & Wiki: Quest for Barbaros' Treasure if you haven’t done it. I don’t think it’s well known so I thought it’d be a fun find

OMG I LOOOVE SECRET RARE SHOTAS!! THANK YOU FOR THIS!!

Shortness: 10/10 no notes!

Big Ass Eyes: mmhh 7/10? Can't really tell with the hat on but they look pretty big in the cover art

Overall Design: oh exposed shotas my beloveds... That aside LOVE me a pirate design! The HUGE belt and shorts combo UGH the gigantic hat making him look even smaller and the BIG GLOVES! I'm such a fan of big gloves!! 8/10

[doumadono]

(EMERGENCY Request (because I don’t know if the other came through or if Tumblr ate my ask.)

Can I have some Izuku, Shouta, and Shigaraki comforting reader after she revealed that she had been sexually assaulted by a close family friend?..

(Because the above happened to me, and now the idea of being intimate with someone makes me cry and freak out and feel ill.)

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki listens with a chilling stillness as you speak, his entire demeanor darkening with each word. His expression goes from steely focus to pure fury, hands clenching tight enough to make his knuckles whiten as you recount what happened.

He doesn’t try to comfort you right away; instead, his eyes narrow, filled with an intense, dark energy that you’ve rarely seen before. He lets you finish, then speaks in a low, almost dangerous tone: “Tell me who did it.” There’s no doubt in his voice, only absolute conviction.

Shigaraki doesn’t ask twice. He wants a name, wants to know every detail, not to wallow in your pain but to turn it into a target — one he intends to take down personally.

Once you’ve shared what you’re comfortable with, he reassures you in his own way, his voice softening, though his gaze remains fierce. “They’ll pay for this. No one does that to you. Not without consequence.”

Unlike most, Shigaraki doesn’t shy away from your pain. Instead, he encourages you to express every ounce of anger and bitterness, letting you know that you have every right to be furious, to feel however you need to feel. “Don’t hold back,” he says, his hand resting over yours, grounding but strong. “Let it out. Let it fuel you.”

His form of comfort is protective, almost ruthless. He speaks of revenge openly, as if it’s the only option worth considering. He’s fixated, promising you repeatedly, “I’ll make them feel everything they made you feel — and worse.”

When it comes to physical comfort, he’s careful. Shigaraki isn’t the most openly affectionate, but if you’re willing, he holds you close, his fingers grazing your shoulder, tracing light circles down your back. His presence is steadfast, a quiet strength, and the promise is clear: he’ll keep you safe, no matter the cost.

Once he has the name of the person who hurt you, he doesn’t rest. He goes out alone, no second thoughts or hesitation, tracking the perpetrator down with a dark resolve, finding them under cover of night.

It’s quick and merciless. He locates them, doesn’t give them a chance to speak or even see what’s coming. In a single, decisive movement, his fingers make contact, and within seconds, they’re reduced to nothing but ashes. A quiet, terrible satisfaction settles in his chest — he’s done what needed to be done. Justice, his own way.

That night, Shigaraki returned to the base of the League of Villains very late, and there was a shift in his energy that you felt the moment he walked into the room. His gaze was dark, almost unreadable, yet there was an eerie calm in the way he settled beside you. His fingers, usually fidgeting with nervous energy, were still, resting against his knee as if he’d finally found his focus, his purpose. He looked at you, eyes intense, and for a long moment, he didn’t say anything.

Finally, he leaned in, his voice low, barely above a whisper. “It’s done,” he said, his hand resting on yours, his touch grounding. “They’re gone. They’ll never hurt you again.”

You could see the satisfaction in his expression, the way his eyes glinted with a dark triumph as he watched you, waiting for your reaction. He didn’t need thanks, didn’t expect it; he’d done this for you, because no one else had. Because he would destroy anything that dared to harm you. "Tomura...."

Tomura’s fingers traced over your knuckles, his gaze unwavering. “Shhh, it's okay. You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, fierce and possessive. “And anyone who thinks of hurting you… well, they’ll end up the same.”

Shota Aizawa

Shota doesn’t say much initially, allowing silence to settle around you both so you don’t feel rushed to fill it. His presence is steady and dependable, and he radiates a calm, quiet strength.

His eyes are intense, focused on you in that careful, unblinking way he has when he’s deeply engaged. There’s no judgment, no pity - just a readiness to listen and understand.

Shota waits until you’re finished speaking, then offers a grounding observation: “You’re strong to have carried this alone. You didn’t deserve any of it, and it was never your fault.”

He lets you know that you have the right to feel whatever you need - anger, grief, even numbness. Shota doesn’t try to solve your pain; he respects that healing is complex and that he’s there to support, not fix.

Touch, he knows, is delicate. If he senses you’re uncomfortable with it, he respects that boundary completely. But he does offer simple gestures - a hand on your shoulder, a gentle brush of your hair - giving you the choice to lean into his warmth or keep your distance.

Aizawa is a man of action, so he makes sure you feel safe around him. He talks about boundaries, offering reassurance that he’ll take things at your pace. He’s honest but tender, letting you know he’ll be patient, however long it takes. And on the nights when you finally drift into peaceful sleep beside him, he quietly searches for every piece of information about the person who hurt you. They may think they got away clean, but they’re dead wrong.

When the words finally spill out, they feel jagged, raw, tearing through the silence like an open wound.

Aizawa doesn’t flinch; he absorbs each word, each broken pause, with an intensity that’s almost unnerving. His gaze is steady, dark eyes fixed on you, taking in every detail, but he doesn’t speak right away. Instead, he stays close, his silence a constant, a reassurance that he isn’t going anywhere, no matter how long it takes for you to finish.

Once the last word leaves your lips, you glance up at him, half-expecting him to pull away, to offer you some hollow phrase that makes him feel better but leaves you feeling even emptier. But Shota stays, his expression unreadable except for the faint tightening around his eyes, the only sign that your pain has struck something deep within him. Slowly, he reaches out, his hand resting on your shoulder, his touch feather-light, as if he’s afraid you’ll break under too much pressure. “You didn’t deserve any of it,” he says finally, his voice so soft it’s almost a whisper. “This doesn’t define you. It’s something that happened to you, not something that’s a part of you.”

The silence stretches, but it’s a comfortable one, an invitation for you to say whatever you need, or to say nothing at all. He’s patient, letting you lean into him, his hand finding yours and holding it gently, giving you the control to pull away if it becomes too much.

When you finally let yourself press into his side, his arm wraps around you, steady, grounding. He doesn’t say much after that; he just sits with you, his hand slowly tracing soothing circles on your back. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels safe, like an anchor holding you steady in a sea of uncertainty. “Take all the time you need,” Shota murmurs, his voice low, his lips close to your ear. “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you need space, I’ll give you that too. Just know that I’m here. For all of it.”

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku’s heart nearly breaks the moment you confide in him. He listens, fully attentive, and doesn’t interrupt - not even to ask questions. His eyes are soft but steady, and he nods as you talk, a subtle affirmation that he’s here with you, every painful step.

He doesn’t rush you to say more than you’re ready to. Izuku senses when you need a pause, his hand on yours, rubbing gentle circles on your knuckles to ground you.

He tells you, without hesitation, that it wasn’t your fault. Izuku’s voice is firm, sincere, as if he needs you to feel it in your bones. He keeps his words simple, gentle. “If it hurts to talk about this, we don’t have to. But I’m here, I’m here whenever you need me, no matter what.”

Izuku understands if physical touch feels overwhelming, so he asks permission before hugging you. “Can I… hold you? Only if you’re okay with it.”

He offers support rather than solutions, respecting that this healing is on your terms. He suggests getting some air together, or maybe some tea, but he doesn’t push anything. You can feel how deeply he cares without feeling pressured to act a certain way.

Izuku reassures you that whatever feelings come up - fear, sadness, anger - are okay, and he’s here for all of them. He promises he’ll protect you, but it’s not a hollow vow; it’s one he fully believes he can keep.

Izuku sits beside you, close but not encroaching. He waits, letting each word hang in the air as you reveal what happened, the details heavy between you, until finally, you fall silent. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes - anger, sadness - but it’s tempered by an overwhelming gentleness as he reaches for your hand, his touch featherlight.

“You didn’t deserve any of it,” he says, voice low but certain. “And it wasn’t your fault. No matter how it might feel.” His words sink in, the conviction in his voice wrapping around you, settling deep in the space where shame and doubt often linger. His gaze is steady, unwavering, as he adds, “This doesn’t change who you are, not to me. You’re still you, and nothing - no one - can take that away.”

You sob quietly.

There’s a pause, a heartbeat, and then he hesitates, eyes softening as he reaches hand out to wipe off your tear. “Can I hold you?” he asks gently, his hand still on yours, warm and ready but not pushing.

When you nod, he shifts, pulling you close into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a way that feels protective, solid. The quiet thump of his heartbeat against your cheek is steady, grounding, and his fingers stroke your back in slow, soothing motions.

“You’re allowed to be hurt,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice thick with emotion, “and you’re allowed to take your time, however long you need. But you don’t have to go through this alone.” He holds you a little tighter, his breath warm against your forehead as he whispers, “I’m here, and I’ll be here, always."

[thehusbandoden]

Home -Husband!Aizawa Shota x Wife!Reader

General info:

Genre: pure fluff \\ wc: 311 \\ posted: 01/17/2024

Summary:

Your beloved husband of four years comes home.

You perked up as your husband of four years walked in through the front door, his eyes dark with exhaustion. He was still in his hero costume. He had his goggles and keys in one hand and a bag in the other. You squealed happily, rushing to your favorite place in the world: his arms.  

He smiled fondly, dropping his items to swoop you up in an embrace, not complaining as you fond over him, spreading sweet kisses all over his face. You acted like he had been gone for months whenever he stepped through the door, even if he was only gone for a few hours. Even though he didn’t verbally express it, he truly did love it. It made him feel special, loved, and valued.  

Chuckling, he catches your lips in a sweet kiss. You hum happily, wrapping your arms around his neck before slipping back onto the ground. “Welcome home, baby.” You grin, intertwining your fingers with his, bringing his knuckles up for a kiss.

Aizawa chuckled, kissing your forehead. “I’m glad to be home.” He murmured; his lips still pressed against your skin.  

You giggle, kissing his jaw. “Hungry?” Aizawa hummed in agreement.  

“But before that, I got you something.” His eyes lit up ever so slightly.  

“Again?” You giggle, pressing a peck to his lips as a thank you.  

“Of course. I love spoiling my queen.” Aizawa hummed, picking the bag up again.  

“Oh Shota. You shouldn’t have.” You blush, squeezing his free hand.  

“Just open it sweetheart.”  

You opened the bag curiously. It was filled with your favorite treats from a distant city. It was hours away, and you rarely had the opportunity to enjoy them. “S-Shota... thank you.” You smile, hugging your beloved.  

“You’re very welcome.” He hummed, squeezing you lightly before pulling away. “Now, would you mind leading me to my delicious meal?”

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[yoshhii]

NICE DAY OFF— s. aizawa

YOU HAD NOTICED IT FOR WEEKS NOW. shota aizawa was more worn out than usual. being a homeroom teacher at u.a. came with its challenges, but recently, he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. the dark circles under his eyes had deepened, his sighs were more frequent, and he had started zoning out more than usual.

aizawa was good at hiding how much stress he was under, keeping that neutral expression of his firmly in place. but as a childhood friend of his, you knew better. even if he wouldn't say anything, you could see the tension creeping up in the way he slouched just a little more than usual or how he rubbed the bridge of his nose when he thought no one was looking.

you waited until the end of another long day at u.a., timing your visit perfectly just as aizawa was leaving the school grounds. as you caught up to him, you noticed the tired lines etched into his face.

"hey, shota," you called out, causing him to stop and glance at you. "you look like you could use a break."

"i'm fine," he muttered, brushing it off, but you weren't having any of it.

"come on," you insisted, looping your arm through his in a friendly manner. "you're always fine. but you need a breather, and i know just the place."

he raised an eyebrow, but he didn't protest. he trusted you enough to let you lead him away, though he was still wearing his trademark frown as you guided him toward a nearby cat café. aizawa's love for cats wasn't a secret to you, and you figured that some quality time with a few furry friends might just be the perfect cure for his stress.

when the two of you entered the café, you could visibly see aizawa relax to the warm, inviting atmosphere. soft meows could be heard throughout the area and a few cats padded over to him, rubbing up against his legs. aizawa knelt down, his hand slowly reaching out to pet one of them, his expression softening ever so slightly.

you grinned as you watched him. "see? i knew this would work."

aizawa glanced up at you, his lips twitching in what was almost a smile. "you really think you're clever, don't you?"

he started walking to a booth, and you followed shortly behind him.

"yep," you replied, taking a seat beside him as more cats wandered over, seemingly drawn to his calm aura. "it's not often you get to just relax. you deserve it."

he didn't argue with that, his focus returning to the cats, his hands moving with careful, deliberate strokes. for the first time in days, you saw the tension in his shoulders ease. the café was quiet, filled with the soft sounds of cats playing and the occasional clink of teacups. you ordered some tea for the both of you, sipping quietly as you watched aizawa's rare moment of peace.

after a while, as a particularly white fluffy cat settled comfortably in his lap, aizawa let out a small sigh—a content one, for once. he glanced over at you, and to your surprise, a genuine, rare smile crossed his face. it wasn't a wide grin, but it was real, and it made you smile.

"thanks," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. "i needed this."

"anytime, sho. you're always looking out for everyone else. it's nice to return the favor." you replied back, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

the sun was beginning to set by the time the two of you left the café, the sky painted in soft oranges and pinks. as you walked side by side, the warm light casting a glow around the both of you, the world felt a little quieter, a little more peaceful.

aizawa's usual stoic expression had returned, but there was a subtle change in the way he walked—a little lighter, a little more at ease.

as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, you couldn't help but feel that the moment was perfect.

and as the two of you walked off together into the fading light, aizawa glanced at you, forever grateful to have you by his side.

[zorosbeau33]

Morning Routine~ Shota Aizawa Headcanon

❖ BNHA/MHA, Aizawa x Gender Neutral reader

❖ Headcanon, maybe a series someday?, Fluff

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 600

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist ❖

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I had to do this idea for my hubby Aizawa he truly deserves a vacation and free supply of high quality eye drops~

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A quaint and homey apartment is all he needs. Nothing big or fancy like Best Jeanist or Vampire homeroom teacher

The aesthetic of the apartment is very clear, upon moving in he (pushed by Mic) had you redesign the place how you like. Leaving only his necessities and some cute cat aesthetic things unchanged

So waking up would depend upon your schedules, if neither of you have work expect morning to be more like 11 am wake up time. With small bouts of him waking up to cuddle in or press kisses to your face or shoulder, five oclock stubble tickling your skin

Or to move your cats so he can cuddle all of you better 

These days you will have to be the one to get up first, start the usual cup of black coffee for him and he will groan and get up to come find it and you

Softly touching your hips in a silent thanks as he moves to get his favorite mug from when Eri was little

If its a weekend with Eri staying with you all, he will grudgingly get up first so he can make his loved ones a simple but delicious breakfast.

He likes to share the joy with Eri of the toaster leaving a toasted cat face on the slices after you bought it jokingly for him

Its one of the rare times he takes you out somewhere noisy because he knows she will enjoy the time at the parks, water slides, fair, music festival, etc, especially with both her pseudo parents with her

The morning is filled with coffee, getting dressed and a leisurely drive as he takes you wherever he has planned for you all

If you do have work he is getting up first, making an entire pot of coffee for himself plus one cup for you in a hideous cat mug he picked out for you trying to be sweet

Once you join him in the land of the grudgingly conscious, expect grunts and him to lean on you as you get ready or eat beside him. Hes savoring your warm presence for a little bit longer

Will threaten to call out and spend the day in bed or on the couch with you and the cats

Would never actually though, even sick he will leave in the morning grumbling but happy he woke up to your face beside him

Likes to share the bathroom, helping you get ready by handing you things as he pretends to look busy or just drinks his coffee eyes half open

Adores the times you brush and style his hair, he falls back asleep standing or sitting

Asks you every time to help him pick out an outfit, yes all his uniforms are the same but he wants you to be the one to pick them out. Sitting on the bed watching you with halflidded gaze

This all ends when he packs you both into his car and drives you to your favorite place to grab breakfast on the fly, then to you job, and waits for his kiss goodbye. He doesn't ask just leans in and gazes lovingly and soft until you kiss him. If he is feeling stressed or worried, heres where you can tell the most as he kisses you back a bit more thoroughly than usual

Its small but it is how he reassures himself the day will go well

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he goes for a morning run/training bout (often with Hitoshi these days). Then showers and gets to work ending his morning routine

[star-centric]

Hello! 😊 How are you? Can I request some platonic!Eraserhead headcanons? 😁

Maybe about him adopting a little girl he saved during a mission he went right after officially becoming a hero? I don’t think he'd normally keep a random kid like that, but he got attached to her! 🤗

CHARACTERS: Eraserhead (Aizawa Shota) and Child!Female!Reader (platonic)

NOTE: any scenario that makes Aizawa soft is my favorite <33

CW: female reader, a small mention of violence (nothing against reader), fluff, platonic/family trope

Aizawa never really thought about his future besides from becoming a pro-hero, and that became his main focus even after he got his hero license. He knew what he was getting himself in to despite being new to it, putting his life in danger countless times to save people. He already knew what to expect-

He however was not expecting you to be so attached to him- and him to be attached to you

It was a rough mission, one where he couldn’t save everyone. He was able to rescue you, but the other heroes sadly shook their head when he asked about your parents

It was the side of being a hero that wasn’t really talked about much- not being able to save everyone. Aizawa didn’t think he would experience it so soon, and his failure ate him up inside. He’ll never forget how he froze when you pulled on his sleeve, teary eyes thanking him, asking where your parents were and when you could see them

When he came to see you at the hospital, it was for atonement at first. It was only right to see after you, especially now that you were an orphan because of him. It wouldn’t be right to leave you alone, but his thoughts of doubt began to gnaw at him if he was making the right choice. Would you want to go with him?

He expected you to be mad at him, to cry and refuse to go with him because he’s the reason your parents are dead-

But instead you ran to him with open arms, smiling with your front tooth missing excited to see him again. That moment solidified that he was doing the right thing

It took a while to adjust to having someone else in the house, specifically a 5-year-old terror like yourself (he found out quick why childproof locks exist), but it was…nice. A bit of a pain but surprisingly nice

It was a bit difficult to take care of you when he had to do patrols some nights or if he was called to a mission early- which is where Uncle Mic (as he insisted you call him) came into play!

Aizawa hoped that he would regret asking him for help but he surprisingly didn’t (until it came down to joining you both playing superheroes or tea parties at home)

He, if ever, rarely got upset with you. He had to remember that if you did something stupid- ie. using actual flowers to try and make him pancakes instead of flour- you were a child and didn’t know any better. He would make sure to discipline you though, making sure that you knew exactly what and why you did something was wrong. He also made sure to keep a closer eye on you (and whatever you had in your hands)

There were nights where it was hard, where you would cry out for your parents in the middle of the night after a nightmare- tears streaming down your face as he held you, reassuring that he was here. Those nights were rare, and Aizawa realized just how close you’ve both gotten when you began to cry out for him. He found himself curled up in the small bed until you went back to sleep- his back would be sore in the morning but he won’t complain

You made his home more colorful (literally and figuratively) instead of the bare necessities that were once there before. It was extra mess to clean up, but it was worth it since you were so happy

Whenever he had a challenging day, you always tried to find a way to cheer him up, and it worked after a while, even if he didn’t smile

Aizawa used to think that maybe you should go to an actual family instead of him- they would be able to provide more for you, wouldn’t they? The thought would cross his mind a lot in the beginning, but as time went on, it faded away. He couldn’t imagine going back to an empty home- it got to a point where he couldn’t wait to see what new thing you would want to show him as soon as he walks in

He would worry that he wasn’t doing a good job in raising you, but as he saw the person you were becoming, his worries would disappear

Anytime those thoughts came back to haunt him, they would be quashed once he saw the Father’s Day card you gifted him, smile as bright as the day he took you home

[magicalgirlsandcerulean]

Boueibu VA comments (Happy Kiss vers.)

Original comments here. Also see the student council, Defence Club VAs' and Goura/VEPPer's comments.

Naoyuki Shimozuru [1] (Kyotaro's VA):

This is Naoyuki Shimozuru, who plays Kyotaro Shuzenji.

Congratulations on the 10th anniversary since the broadcast of the anime series and the announcement of the movie Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu ETERNAL LOVE!, Chikyuu Boueibu series! Also, this time I'm very honoured to play my role alongside my LOVE! upperclassmen in this new work.

HAPPY KISS!, the anime which began airing in April 2018, has always been close to me from the beginning of my voice actor life and has also made people feel love for 10 years. I'm happy to be related to this kind of amazing work!!!

I want to support the Chikyuu Boueibu series, which has continued to give and spread love, forever and ever, even though my help may not be much.

Everyone, let's bask in Boueibu at the theatre!!!!!!!!!! [2]

Ryoga Komata (Ryoma's VA):

Are You HAPPY???

This is Ryoga Komata, who plays Ryoma Kirishima.

Congratulations on the 10 year anniversary, Chikyuu Boueibu series!!

Boueibu is a work which I have a lot of memories of at the start [of my voice acting career].

Boueibu, which was the first audition I received as a voice actor.

Boueibu, which gave me ma---ny first experiences.

And! My first! Movie [role]!! Is also Boueibu!!

I'm very happy to be involved in this work.

Even now, you've given me love and happiness, everybody.

Everyone who has given me love and happiness from the beginning, I hope you enjoy this work!! [3]

Takahide Ishii (Nanao's VA):

Are you happy? This is Takahide Ishii, who plays Nanao Wakura. Congratulations on the 10 year anniversary, Chikyuu Boueibu series!

To me, Boueibu is a work which I have a very deep emotional attachment to because it was a big step forward in my voice actor life. I'm very honoured to also appear as Happy Kiss in the movie that's meant to be commemorating this work's 10 year anniversary. Thank you. Also, I'm happy to portray Nanao again...!

This is also the first time I've played a character for so long. It's to the point that it's an indispensable work for me!

How will [the Happy Kiss characters] interact with their LOVE! upperclassmen...?! Please look forward to the movie's release! Thank you in advance!

Rikuya Yasuda (Taishi's VA):

I would like to formally congratulate Boueibu for the 10 years.

I was happy to be involved with Boueibu again and that I could be recording with the same cast from 6 years ago. Please look forward to watching this work, which is crammed with more than enough love.

Because it's a rare opportunity, also watch Happy Kiss or rewatch it and then please be sure to go to the theatre! If you watch 4 minutes a day, you'll make it in time for winter 2025. [4] Let's start today.

Shota Hayama (Ichiro's VA):

Congratulations on the 10 years, Boueibu!!

I'm very honoured I could participate as one of the lowerclassmen who is continuing the series, which is connected by the staff and upperclassmen's [5] love. Like the movie title literally says, this is a tale spun from eternal love [6]. When the movie is released, dash! dash! dash! to the theatre [7], then please watch Chikyuu Boueibu on the big screen and receive the big love. ⭐︎

Make no mistake - everyone will be happy by the last scene.

Takuya Eguchi (Karurusu's VA):

Congratulations on the 10 year anniversary! The days of recording Boueibu were irreplaceably fun times. I was happy I could play Karurusu for the first time in a long time!

Hikaru Midorikawa (Ata's VA):

The Chikyuu Boueibu series, which agitated the world back then - it's already been 10 years since it was broadcast????? That was already a long time ago, huh? (sarcastic laugh)

Making a movie to celebrate the 10 year anniversary of the series is an expert move!! (LOL) Also, I'm happy I can participate in it. m(_ _)m What scenes have been prepared for us to be in? Look forward to it♪.

Personally, I'm looking forward to a big screen transformation scene!!!!! Even seeing it in TV size, it's cool, but if it's a movie, it's cool on cool! Right? (LOL)

Everyone, look forward to it too, right? (LOL)

By all means!! If you understand that, please enjoy it to the fullest♪.

Kosuke Toriumi (Taiju's VA):

This is Kosuke Toriumi, who plays Taiju Unazuki.

This unexpected movie! A considerable amount of time has passed since the anime's airing, so it was really unexpected to have a movie. While I'm thankful I could be part of this unexpected movie, everyone, by all means! I think you're waiting expectantly for it. No~, nevertheless, this unexpected-[The rest is omitted.]

Yoshitsugu Matsuoka (Maasa's VA):

First off, congratulations on the 10 years! It was interesting to be able to play a role I really hadn't played in a long time. Also, please look forward to the surprising contrivances in the content!

The no. 1 problem is if my voice will come out perfectly. Until the day [of release] arrives, I'll be nervous, alright? (LOL) However, everyone, I think we've made an interesting work which you can support, as you always have. Until the day [of release], please await it in anticipation!

[T/N 1: Over the years, I've gone backwards and forwards on the exact spelling of Shimozuru's name, but the page from his talent agency Rush Style says "Shimozuru", so that's what I'm using now.]

[T/N 2: This might not be clear in a translation, but the Japanese word for "bask in" is also the verb used for taking a bath or shower. Also, that's 10 exclamation marks.]

[T/N 3: 1) Not sure if it was intentional, but Komata's comments were left justified to a slightly unnatural degree, so I've tried to replicate that in the formatting by having each sentence on its own line. 2) This last part was a bit of a double-up in the Japanese, so I had to replicate that in the English.]

[T/N 4: For those coming from the future, these comments were made on Binanshi in October 2024, so if you watched 4 minutes of a Happy Kiss episode a day from that day, you'd take 72 days to complete the series or until January 7th 2025.]

[T/N 5: As you may have gathered from the comments before this one, "upperclassmen" (senpai) in this particular case refers to the LOVE! generation and thus "lowerclassmen" (kouhai) are the Happy Kiss generation.]

[T/N 6: "ETERNAL LOVE!" is in English in the movie's name, but Hayama says it in katakana to explain it to the Japanese audience.]

[T/N 7: Reference to Ichiro's character song.]

Update: Missed a music note.

[mashiraostail]

I hope school is going well for you! I'm almost done with my first year of my master's program, so I feel the pain of Zoom U! (Not so) secretly seeking comfort in your wonderful fics and headcanons - especially with my husbands Gang Orca and Aizawa <3 Request perhaps when you have the time/desire: the husbands, adding based on your preference, spending time with their loved one once they've finished a hard project or got a break from school, etc. Lots of Love!

yesss ! i recently completed my m.ed and got into my phd program so i feel this and wanting to celebrate and enjoy time with loved ones is epic

Shota Aizawa

"I'm gonna put my head through a wall." You flip through your mail again, "seriously, still nothing." You'd be obsessively refreshing your browser as well, hoping for an acceptance letter, at this point a rejection would be fine too.

"What's wrong honey?" Aizawa looked up from his paperwork. "What are you looking for?"

"My letter? From the university?" You're almost annoyed at him for asking, maybe he was playing dumb. "I can't really start my break without hearing back...I'm too on edge."

"You just finished your graduate degree, take a load off." He laughs, "school isn't going anywhere."

"I can't until I know I'm all set, I need to plan for the future Shota." You rub your face, "I'm so frustrated. I just want to know."

"Oh, hey now that you mention it I think you got some mail from them, it came at a weird time. Big envelope...I think it's in the kitchen."

"WHAT?" You shriek and jolt up, "go get it!"

"Why me?"

"I'm scared! I haven't seen anything online, what if they rejected me?"

"I'm sure they didn't." He gets up anyway and brings the manilla folder in for you. "Want me to open it?" You nod meekly. He opens it painstakingly slow, you watch his every move, analyze his face for a hint of the outcome.

"What does it say." Your stomach lurches when he sighs.

"Jeeze..." He makes a nervous face and you can feel your eyes watering.

"What, Shota, please tell me..." You're pulling on your shirt hem nervously.

"I'm barely gonna see you anymore." he turns the paper around, but he's smiling. You practically launch yourself at him and he accepts it with just as much gusto.

"I knew you made it honey." You feel his nose by your scalp, his breath is warm and inviting, you wrap your arms tighter around him.

"I'm so relieved." You feel like crying, you're so thankful the pit in your stomach is gone, all you feel is excitement for what's to come.

Shota laughs a little, "you take it all in stride." He pulls away a little and brushes your hair back, "you've been doing so great lately. I'm proud, but I'm not surprised."

"Thank you for all your help." You look at him and the unmistakable fondness in his eyes made your chest warm, you swore you're the only person to ever see it.

He makes a small noise, like kissing his teeth but softer, "don't look at me like that, I didn't help that much." He tosses the folder onto the nearest table and you tumble down onto the couch, his paperwork long forgotten. "Let's have dinner, whatever you want."

You gasp excitedly, "whatever I want?"

"Yeah.." He laughs a little, it comes from his chest and wraps you up like a blanket, "whatever you want. I can cook, we can order out, we can go out, the world is your oyster." He's grinning, "and money's no object, you earned it."

"I wanna stay in with you, let's watch that movie that I've been looking at. We should order out. And can we eat in bed?"

"Yes, yes and yes." You feel his lips on your temple, "I can't say no to you right now."

You're practically vibrating with excitement, Shota was always playfully mean, he enjoyed your constant whining for his affection for him to be so unabashedly affectionate and kind is a rare treat.

"I'll order the food, we can have a shower together," he tries and fails to stifle his laughter at the way your eyes light up, "and we can get into pajamas and watch that movie." You're nodding, thrilled, beyond thrilled.

"Let me know if there's anything else you want."

There wasn't, it was honestly perfect. You order your favorite food and get to cuddle up comfortably in bed with a good movie and even better company

Kugo Sakamata

Lately it feels like Kugo only sees you crouched over your laptop, typing furiously at your keyboard. Occasionally you'll groan and rub your eyes, or mutter something to yourself. You mentioned that you were finishing your thesis, that you were swamped. He tried not to get in your way, to bring you snacks and drinks and to check up on you when you were writing and editing for long hours.

Currently he is doing his own work, at his desk. It's late, you'd been working all night since dinner. He thinks he should check on you, maybe you'd gone to bed. He hopes you had, he disliked the idea of you staying up so late to work, especially when you worked so much during the day. He helped you when he could, proof reading, giving you ideas, and offering you support when you needed, he wished he could do more.

As he considered this his door opened and there you were, laptop in hand.

"Kugo I think I finished!" You look thrilled, he feels thrilled for you.

"My love that's wonderful news, can I see it?" He's glad to watch you bound over to him, and he easily sets his own work aside for you. You show him, though he's sure it would take him a while to get through it all he looks through the beginnings of it.

"You can have a copy when I print it all out to send in." You're beaming, it sends a million arrows straight through his chest.

"I'm thrilled to see you so happy, you have no idea." He sets your laptop down on top of his paperwork, "come here to me."

Of course you go, his hands wrap around your arms as you slide onto his lap. "I'm glad to be done." You feel his hands on your lower back, yours rest on his chest.

"Selfishly, I'm glad you're done too." You feel his thumbs running long strokes over your skin where your shirt rode up under his palms, "when was the last time we went to bed together?"

"I know.." You lament, "i'm sorry I've worked so much."

"No," he tsks, "don't be sorry. I'm proud of all the work you did. I'm glad to have you to myself now."

"Kugo.." You laugh, a bit nervously.

"How do you want to celebrate?" He asks, "I know it's late, but we should do something."

"I just want to spend time with you."

"I can arrange that." He laughs, it's a bubbling sort of warm sound, like a rolling boil. "I'll stay home tomorrow."

"No!" You gasp, "Kugo your job is very important!"

"I know, but I've missed you. I want to talk about all the work you've done. I'd like to have you for the day, if it's alright? We can have breakfast and do whatever you like all day. I'll give you whatever you like."

"You'd really do that? I feel like I'm stealing you."

"You don't have to worry about that. You stole me a while ago." His hand comes up to your face, his palm is smooth over your cheek, his finger brushes the shell of your ear, "you'll stay with me tomorrow, wont you?"

"Of course.." You flush a little, the warmth had started in your stomach and radiated up to your cheeks, "what should we do to celebrate until then..."

"Well why don't you tell me."

[yolkchild]

Everyone in this minuscule circle of Moral Orel fandom, I want to thank you for your well wishes and give some back, even if way later. Happy birthday Jesus Christ, and happy holidays and New Years to everyone. Arnie I hope you had a good birthday, Pvulture too. (Feel like I'm missing someone else, not sure but sorry if so). Misty I've yet to continue your requests, I haven't touched my tablet in a good while! Kissing on the foreheads of every Creepler and Clayorel and shota fan. I also wish the other fans outside my circle are well. Sinvilles and company, keep on doing cool stuff.

I hope to take this less seriously moving on. I'm not used to having a public face like this at all, I clamp up easily and it hinders me from making the stuff I want to make. Or just saying anything at all sometimes. Just know that I rarely ever ignore what goes on here.

[imagineanime2022]

The Heroes With A Hunter S/O

Keigo Takami X Reader Shota Aizawa X Reader Taishiro Toyomitsu X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I have read other writers doing stories about Supernatural and I thought it would be cool is the league of villains Dabi, Shigaraki, Spinner and the others had (or even pro heroes?) a S/O who is a “Supernatural Hunter” like Sam and Dean? They have the anti-possession tattoo, they drive the Chevy Impala, they have the hunting equipment in the back of the trunk, I thought that would be kind of awesome?

(I noticed that some writers were doing stories about it, and I thought it was kind of cool?)

(Y/F/H/D) - Your Favourite Hot Drink

General

Your family had been hunters since before quirks became mainstream in the world and so it was already well instilled in your family to teach their kids to fight and hunt the way that they had.

Demons and other supernatural creatures were a lot less likely because there were fewer humans that they could prey on with the development of quirks but ghosts were still very common so you still had the anti possession tattoo and all of the hunting weapons that you might need.

Your family and their profession became known to heroes early on, they always seemed to cross paths so by the time that you became a hunter, your family was well known and most people didn’t question you.

The general public still had no idea what your family did, so you still had an ungodly amount of fake IDs in your glove compartment.

You are good with first aid and emergency treatment because you got injured a lot and you had no one to help you.

Most of your family members were quirkless but you were one of the few that had been blessed with a quirk that made you a natural hunter, with enhanced senses and reflexes.

When the heroes couldn’t explain what happened you got called and that was how you met most of the more famous heroes but only some of them wanted you around and believed the work your family did. After all not everyone wants to believe that there was something more powerful than them.

Keigo Takami

🪶 Keigo met you on a mission, the commission finally decided that it wasn’t something that could be fixed by the No.2 hero, it was more in your area or expertise. 🪶Keigo loved having you around so much that you ended up dating, you were good together, you had fun and whenever you worked together the people in the area worried back you were very rarely serious. 🪶Keigo very rarely ot in your car so he doesn’t really know what’s in there, just that you are super protective of it. 🪶Keigo didn’t necessarily believe in ghosts and the like before meeting you but he had been with you enough times to know that you weren’t lying about what you believed and kept anything that you gave him for protection at least you can’t yell at him after that.

Keigo knocked on the window of your car and you jumped as you looked at him, you rolled down the window “how can I help you?” You asked. “You’ve been out all night. I thought you might want this.” He said as he held out a (Y/F/H/D) to you and you smiled. “Thank you.” You said softly as you took the drink from him. “So did you find anything?” Keigo asked. “No, I think this one might have been a false alarm for once.” You answered as he leaned down so that he could see you properly. “Are you on shift yet?” “Not yet.” He answered as his eyes caught something on the other side of the car, he stood up walking around the front of the feathers from his wings separating from his body as he opened the door and sat in the passenger side seat. “What are you doing?” You asked. “There’s something sticking out of the glove compartment.” He muttered, you rolled your eyes as you waited for him to continue, he opened the glove compartment pulling out the multitude of fake IDs. “What are these?” “Oh sometimes it’s easier to just use those instead of heading in with a hero especially if you're busy.” You explained. “Aww you only like working with me?” He teased and you rolled your eyes shaking your head. “You're one of the more understanding heroes, that's true, but sometimes before the surveyor for a building or interior designer grants more access then even your name can give me.” You explained as he nodded as he started flipping through the fake IDs. “Do people actually believe that you're from the hero association?” He asked. “Hmm? Oh yeah you’ll be surprised what people believe when you have a suit on and official looking ID cards.” You answered. “Now give me those and get out of my car, aren’t you supposed to be on shift now?” “Yeah, I guess.” He answered as his wings reformed as he stood outside the car. “Where are you going?” “Home to get some sleep.” You answered. “Go to my place, bigger bed, quieter around there.” Keigo said as he crouched now back by your window. “Alright.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning down his wings flaring to cover you both as he pressed a kiss to your lips before disappearing into the sky, you smiled as you started the car and headed to his apartment to get some rest.

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

🐛 Aizawa saw you more than he would have liked before you started dating, he didn’t believe a word you said and even with the confirmation from the heroes association that you were cleared to work he watched you closely. 🐛You never really cared that he didn’t believe you but it did give you satisfaction when he was involved in an investigation that proved everything you said was true, from there he was way more accepting and eventually you started dating. 🐛Aizawa hated that you would come home with injuries, he understood the work that you both did meant that you were injured a lot of the time but he hated that you’d rather deal with it yourself then see a professional. 🐛Aizawa loved your car though, you’d often drop him to the school in the mornings before he started staying there so he could catch a few winks on the way.

“Alright who cooked this because I need to pay them to cook for me for the rest of my miserable existence.” You said as you walked into the shared living area for all the kids Aizawa sighed as all of the kids looked at you. “Hi.” “Who the hell are you?” One of them asked. “Kacchan, that's rude.” Another scolded him. “I didn’t ask you Deku!” The same kid answered. “You're mildly volatile aren’t you?” You smirked as the blonde looked at you through the corner of his eye. “So what am I doing here?” “Oh, the kids were worried about ghosts so you're going to do your job and get rid of them.” Aizawa answered. “Hold on.” You put your hand up as you looked at him “you built this place right?” You asked. “I didn’t.” Aizawa smirked. “I mean the collective ‘we’, like the school that built this place, I mean that this building is a new building right?” You asked. “Yes.” He answered. “Alright kids it’s super unlikely that there are any ghosts here, unless you’ve all killed someone recently, and buried them in the back garden.” You explained and they all looked at each other before looking at you. “Can’t you do like a seance or something and see if there are any ghosts here?” The pink haired kid asked. “I’m a supernatural hunter not a spirit medium, I don’t connect to the other side, I find evidence of them connecting to us and close the connection.” You explained. “I don’t even charge for it.” “You didn’t tell us that part Mr Aizawa.” The pink haired girl called out and you looked at him. “Wait, were you all ust testing me?” You asked. “You have to admit that the work you do seems unrealistic.” The boy with glasses on said and you narrowed your eyes at Aizawa. “And you didn’t think that it was worth telling them about the mission that we went on, what you saw?” You asked. “This was more entertaining.” He answered with a shrug. “I don’t know why we’re even still together.” You mumbled. “Together!?” The kids asked and you shrugged. “Looks like you’ve got some explaining to do.” You smirked as you walked towards the door. “Where are you going?” Aizawa asked. “Duty calls.” You said waving your phone before leaving him with all of the angry kids who wanted answers.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum

🍡 Taishiro is probably one of the most accepting heroes, he was happy to work with you even with knowledge of the work that you do. That was the reason that you became so close with him and likely ended up dating. 🍡 Taishiro got to know what it looked like when you were having a bad day, when you were having a good day. The jobs that broke you or built you up and learned to react accordingly. 🍡 Since you didn’t actually have work hours like he did, his office was always open to you, he even offered you the secretary job so he could see you all the time, he promised that you could leave whenever you needed. You turned him down because office work just really wasn’t your thing. 🍡 Taishiro treasured the time that you spent together and worried every time you left for a job, just as you worried when he went on missions.

Taishiro hadn’t expected to see you laying across the sofa in his office with your arm over your face “Hey Sugar are you okay?” He asked as he closed the door, in his smaller form he walked over crouching in front of you and intertwining your fingers together before slowly moving your arm so that he could see your eyes “there you are.” “Hi.” You said softly. “Are you tired?” He asked. “Yeah…” You nodded. “Is that all that’s wrong?” He asked. “Do I have to talk about it?” You asked. “No of course not, just tell me what you need me to do.” He said, you didn’t say anything, just leaned forward pulling him on top of you wrapping your arms around him tighter, he easily manoeuvred you both so that you rested on his chest as he gently ran his hands through your hair. “Thank you.” You said softly. “Always.” He promised pressing a kiss to the top of your head, Tai didn’t need to know what you had seen, only that it had affected you in some way and he was there to help you sort through it even if that meant doing nothing apart from sitting there for hours with nothing but the two of you.

Request Here!!

[dhampiravidi]

the trick is not to love anything. (Dealer's choice)

Kylie was rarely angry with Shota. But the man had been stabbed, taking a hit that Kylie probably could've healed herself (or at least recovered from a lot faster) & he was refusing to act like that was a big deal. In fact, rather than accept Kylie's thanks, as well as her help when it came to getting around, Shota was being stubborn (again).

"Hell no. You ain't gettin' ta tell me I'm de crazy one 'ere, jus' 'cause I sayin' ya worth somethin'. Bec mon chu [Kiss my ass]! If you didn' love anybody, ya wouldn't be--y'already know, Shota! Fuck is the matter with you, not ever sayin' ya care?!" Kylie screamed, standing in the doorway so the man couldn't walk out on her. She flexed her fingertips, which almost always meant that she was about to punch something (not a person, necessarily, but something--she'd never been great with her temper).

"You got any idea how painful it is lovin' you?" There were hot, angry tears in her eyes. "I ain't built like you, able t'pretend n' all."

[derangedfujoshi]

Someone requested Seere from Drakengard for me to rate so here it goes!

Shortness: 8/10 good, really nice leve of shortness, could've been shorter tho

Big Ass Eyes: 4/10 way too small but I get they were going for a sort of "realistic" style? So it makes sense but alas...

Overall Design: Left is a solid 7/10 really like the shorts with striped stockings beneath, the shoes with the little bows and the design of the? Shirt? Half of the vote goes to that BELT ON HIS THIGH UUGGGH LOVE THOSE but I'm really not a fan of the palette so it doesn't get more points. Right is mmhh 6/10 could've been lower cause there's nothing much going on + the palette BUT it still gets a pass bc I love the hooded robe and the little braid in his hair! The longer pants are a crime tho

I think this person requested this same shota for something else because I REMEMBER this one! Probs on my dead account rip but anyway! Thank you for sending me a shota to rate! He's very very cute and we must support rare shotas💞

[doumadono]

Hi I know it's not Sunday so this can wait. Whenever you get a chance could you do a hurt/comfort angst thing for Aizawa. I don't care how you do it your an amazing writer and whatever you come up with, it will be awesome. Thanks

A/N: given my current policy of not accepting standard requests, I've opted to treat this as an emergency appeal. Nevertheless, I trust you'll find satisfaction in this, dear Nonnie

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

In the quiet hours of the night at U.A. High School, Shota Aizawa, also known as Eraser Head, found himself patrolling the empty corridors. His vigilant eyes scanned the surroundings, ever watchful for any potential threats. Little did he expect that the quietude would be disrupted by a faint sound—a stifled sob echoing through the halls.

Instinctively drawn toward the source, Aizawa discovered you, a usually composed teacher, seated alone in a dimly lit classroom. The rain pounded against the windows of U.A. High School, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the turmoil within your heart. Your tear-stained face revealed a vulnerability rarely seen. Without a word, Aizawa closed the door behind him and took a seat beside you, his presence offering a silent reassurance.

"What happened?" he asked, his tone firm yet gentle. Aizawa was never one for unnecessary words, but his concern was evident.

You hesitated, unsure how to articulate the storm of emotions within. "It's just… everything feels overwhelming, and I can't shake off this sense of failure. I think I'm not a good teacher… It appears that my students are not attentive to what I say."

Aizawa's gaze remained steady, understanding the weight of such sentiments. "Being a teacher comes with its challenges, but you're not alone in this. Talk to me."

As you poured out your frustrations and insecurities, Aizawa listened intently. The weight of your experiences poured out, and with each word, Aizawa's gaze grew more focused, absorbing the depth of your pain. His responses were measured, reflecting both his pragmatism and genuine care. "Y/N, listen to me carefully, will you? Teaching is tough, and everyone faces setbacks. What matters is how you bounce back from them."

Taking a breath, you admitted, "I've been finding certain aspects of teaching challenging. It's not about the subject matter or the students, but more about balancing everything, you know? The paperwork, the responsibilities — it's overwhelming at times."

He didn't interrupt, allowing you to voice your concerns without judgment. Aizawa's silent encouragement prompted you to continue.

"I'm struggling with finding that balance, and there are moments when it feels like I'm drowning in the workload. How do you manage it all, Aizawa?"

His response was measured, reflecting the pragmatism he was known for. "Teaching is demanding, and everyone faces challenges. The key is to prioritize and set realistic expectations. You can't do everything perfectly all the time."

"I guess I feel the pressure to excel and meet everyone's expectations, including my own."

Aizawa's gaze softened, a rare moment of empathy breaking through his typically stoic demeanor. "It's natural to want to excel, but perfection is unrealistic. Accept that there will be challenges, and focus on continuous improvement. Learn from the difficulties rather than letting them overwhelm you."

You let out a sigh and a little tear rolled down your cheek. "If it was so easy, Shota… I'm so tired and stressed…"

The usually reserved hero opened up, sharing anecdotes from his own journey, illustrating that even the most seasoned individuals grappled with doubt. His words weren't sugar-coated, but they carried a raw honesty that resonated. "You are doing well though," he asserted, not one to offer false comfort but recognizing the importance of acknowledging resilience. "It's okay to feel the weight of teaching, but don't let it consume you. Don't let a setback define your capabilities. Learn from it, adapt, and keep moving forward. That's how it works."

The next day, the corridors of U.A. echoed with the resolute steps of a teacher who had confronted their fears and emerged stronger.

Aizawa, ever observant, nodded in approval. Sometimes, the greatest heroics occurred not in battles against villains but in the silent battles within, where one found the strength to stand tall once more.

The school day had ended, and the bustling hallways of U.A. High School gradually emptied. Amidst the quiet aftermath, you found yourself packing up your materials, the echoes of the day's challenges lingering in your mind. As you closed the door to your classroom, you were greeted by the unexpected sight of Aizawa, leaning casually against the wall. His sharp gaze met yours, and for a moment, you detected a subtle softening in his usually stern expression. "You seem happier today," he remarked, the observation delivered with an understated curiosity.

A faint smile played on your lips as you considered the day's events. "Maybe I took your advice to heart. Learning from setbacks and moving forward."

Aizawa nodded, acknowledging the subtle shift in your demeanor. "It's good to see. Teaching is a demanding profession, but resilience is a crucial trait. How are you feeling now?"

The sincerity in his question prompted you to reflect. "Better. Your words made a real difference, thank you."

Aizawa's response was characteristically succinct, "We're all human, even if some of us don't show it as often."

As you walked together down the now-deserted hallways, the weight of the day lifted. Aizawa's presence, though unconventional in its comfort, provided a sense of camaraderie. The conversation flowed naturally, delving into topics beyond the confines of teaching and heroics.

Before parting ways, Aizawa offered a rare smile — a small, genuine expression that hinted at the complexities beneath his usually stern exterior. "Take care of yourself. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

With those words, he left the room, leaving you with a newfound sense of camaraderie and a reminder that even the most unyielding heroes could be found sharing a quiet moment of understanding.

[tired-teacher-blog]

I saw you accept thirsts, and I have one I'd like to share!

Floofy!

When showering with Shota, it's one of the few times he really shows how vulnerable he truly is. He may not use words, but he shows it in his actions. Like how he gently scrubs your hair with shampoo or how he tenderly smooths it down with conditioner. He'll help lather you in your favourite scented soap and hold you close as he rinses the bubbles from your skin. This time with him, warm water cascading over you both, is about showing you how much he cares for you, how much he loves you.

Thanks for reading!

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Yes babe! I always welcome thirsts, fluffy or steamy. And this one is simply perfect! So thank you so much for sharing it with me, I'm all fuzzy inside 🥰

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Shouta's stoic demeanor and gloomy attitude only soften around you, behind closed doors and in the privacy of your home, where only you and him exist.

That's when he bares it all and lets his guard down, and showering together is one of the rare intimate instances that you relish immensely.

It's your chance to see him.. all of him, Aizawa Shouta your beloved, not Eraserhead.

It's your chance to admire the lean muscles, flexing as he traces your supple skin while gently spreading your scented soap all over your body, his soft hair wet and pushed back, the scarred skin that your lips have kissed too many times to count twinkling under the dim light of your bathroom, his soft smile mirroring your own when you decide to reciprocate his action and lather his toned body as well as he did yours.

And when you later grab his bottle of shampoo, he chuckles heartily and leans his head forward to give you more access to his luscious locks, sighing delightfully as you gently massage his scalp.

It's little moments like these when you both can be yourselves.. vulnerable, open and serene.

[animeaandp]

Dusk

MHA Prompt

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

Note: I considered making this an entire series/multiple part story but decided to leave it as this for now. I've been working on so many stories at once, I needed to get something posted. Maybe I'll continue by doing a prequel/flashback/backstory type thing later. We'll see and then we'll know, won't we.?

Warnings: Character death, talk of depression and suicide.

Quirk: Energy redistribution- Can absorb or intake energy, then either redistribute that energy as another form of energy, leave it as is and simply redirect it, or hold onto the energy and use it for yourself until it runs out. The greater the energy intake the more difficult it is to contain, control, and change, and consumes your energy to use. Taking in too much and holding it for too long, or pouring absolutely all of your energy out could kill you. Is a great quirk for the defensive but can be used for attacks; absorbing energy to heighten your natural physical abilities as well as redirecting attacks onto others. You prefer using your quirk for the former.

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You're in class 1A and as much as Aizawa admires you, he has to worry. In order to help save people, your quirk requires that you sacrifice your own wellbeing in the process. There's a day he's called out of class and hurries to the hospital. During your internship, a villain was giving the police a hard time; causing mass mayhem, damages, and multiple casualties. You and the hero you're with are nearby and answered the call for support just in time. The villain's quirk involved explosions and before he can take out a crowd of fleeing civilians, you jump in the way and take the hit yourself. It's been a long time since you've taken in this much energy and after successfully managing to send it back to the villain; disabling him, you collapse. The hospital alerted the school who then alerted Aizawa. He could have waited another hour or so when the school day ended but not being able to know the details until then, other than you have yet to wake up, wasn't something he could handle.

Maybe it was just the result of your quirk, but you were the type of person who was always ready to throw yourself into the crossfire if it meant at least one other person didn't have to get hurt. Aizawa knew first hand that no matter how righteous a person's intentions could be, self-sacrifice was rarely worth the cost in the grand scheme of things. But that damn smile of yours you'd flash at him while swearing everything was okay, he folded every time; a literal ray of sunshine that he couldn't bring himself to snuff out. It's the same story when you woke up the next day to a disheveled Aizawa slumped over the side of your bed. He's ready to chastise your foolishness, slap you with punishments and consequences for being so reckless with yourself, threaten a suspension-"I'm happy you're here, Shota." "...Me too." He cradles the hand on his cheek, thankful that it's still warm, and bypasses the lecture to see how you're feeling. Your answer was all he focused on in these moments, that and your smile that always reassured him.

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Today, that smile haunted his every waking moment.

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His mind taunted him with it.

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Possessed his dreams and thoughts.

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was seeing this really worth it you're a selfish man how can you live with yourself this could have all been avoided it's your fault

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Drives him to almost take the half a step that could end all of it.

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The half step he found himself about to take as often as the days passed by now.

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He used the cumulative pto he's built up over the years to disappear in hopes of either returning to a classroom where the seat front and center never sat empty; that this had all been some fucked up joke,

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or, in hopes that the half a step could be taken in peace, now that people weren't hanging over him, watching his every move, holding him back from getting too close.

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Whichever came first.

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and Aizawa had countless pto days saved up but Snipe's gun only until they finished tracking him down.

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He'd be long gone by then hopefully.

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Your smile, voice; things he'd grown to curse and resent, would be gone.

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The guilt would be gone.

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Almost gone.

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The bundle of swaddled blankets he'd be leaving behind, most likely being looked after by Midnight right now, condemned him to a well deserved hell of it's own design.

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One that he doesn't pull this trigger, and instead guilts him into finding the nerve to live.

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To live and continue pouring life into the life you left behind with him.

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To one day explain why they didn't have a mother.

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To explain that she was a great hero, who ended up dying a great death, fighting a great war.

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That it was their own father who encouraged this, and was to blame.

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"Shota"

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"Y/n did not entrust you with y/c/n for you to pass your grief onto them."

"...I-...can't..."

"...We can."

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Whether he wanted it or not; Present Mic slides the gun from his best friends hand, choosing the path of hell for him, then walks through it with him.

(y/n= your name) (y/c/n= your child's name)

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Late Night Midnight Snacks

Summary:

Izuku hummed as they reached the common floor, stepping out and immediately spotting the light that flooded from the kitchen. Izuku moved to walk in that direction, a curious tilt to their head. “Problem Child.” Izuku yelped, spinning around to find that, either Aizawa just got back or he’d been here to check on the dorms to make sure everyone was still inside the building. Izuku heard someone drop something from the kitchen, and soon after Shinso appeared in the doorway with wide eyes. Well, that answered who had walked past Izuku’s room. Izuku’s phone, which previously had been continuously vibrating, silenced. Izuku was so snitching on them if they got in trouble for being awake. Aizawa raised an eyebrow, and Izuku smiled at him innocently. “I just wanted to know who walked past my room.” Izuku told him, “and I found that it was Shinso, so I’m going back to bed, you know?” They turned to go back towards the elevator, but they were very quickly stopped once more. “Problem Child.”

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Characters have Insomnia, Genderfluid Denki Kaminari, Izuku uses They/Them pronouns, fluff

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shota, Shinso Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Jiro Kyoka, Todoroki Shoto, Tokoyami Fumikage, Shoji Mezo

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,642

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Izuku paused, a feeling of confusion ran through them as they heard someone walk past their room. A glance towards their alarm clock to find that it was nearly 2:15 in the morning, no one else should be awake, had a frown on their face. They bookmarked their book, which Kacchan was going to immediately know Izuku read through the night and scold them, probably around lunch time, and reached towards their nightstand for their phone.

They had a message to their insomniac’s group chat, something they only very recently became a member of, sent within moments.

Which Izuku found interesting, the insomniac’s group chat that is. There were times that Izuku absolutely didn’t understand his fellow insomniacs; Jiro, Denki, Sero, Aoyama, Tokoyami, and Ojiro, and on the rare occasion, Todoroki happened to also appear to send a message. They’d get confused, mainly because there was the off chance that Izuku had fallen asleep earlier and had simply woken up throughout the night and was absolutely baffled at how Denki had managed to scare himself into Kirishima or Sero’s room.

There was no reason that Denki had needed to watch Gremlin’s, yet that was the movie Denki had decided on one random Wednesday night, or Thursday morning technically. Nevermind following it up by a zombie movie apparently. And then when something fell off his nightstand, he freaked out and ran to Kirishima’s room, who wasn’t there, so Denki went to Sero’s. At least, that’s what Izuku gathered from the conversation the following day.

It had only been Ginger, a kitten that Denki had hidden in his room, knocking something off of his desk.

Izuku shook their head as they got back a negative from Denki, Jiro, and Todoroki. Izuku frowned. Even more so when Tokoyami also confirmed that he was in his room, and that Shoji was with him. Apparently Shoji was going to be added to the group chat here soon, and Tokoyami was telling their friend about it.

“Well, Kacchan always said I’d be the white girl in a horror movie.” Izuku muttered, laughing when Jiro sent an out of context and random keyboard smash followed by an “Izu No!”. “Izuku yes, thank you very much.” Izuku muttered, yawning as they pushed themself out of bed. They grabbed their sweatshirt that was hanging on the back of their chair and pulled it on as they moved to the door.

Their phone, vibrating at random times now that the group chat was particularly active, was very quickly deposited in their pocket as they slipped from their room and started making their way down the hall. The elevator was in use, going down, so Izuku would either have to wait for it to come back up, or they were going to have to use the stairs.

Izuku hummed as they pulled their phone back out, a curious glancing check, as they waited. Jiro was playfully annoyed in Izuku’s description of themself, though was also convinced that in a horror movie, Izuku was one hundred percent dying first… or the killer apparently.

The group chat was a mass of the insomniacs deciding in what order their classmates would die depending on who the killer was. Izuku snorted when they saw that it was predicted that Izuku would kill either Iida or Kacchan first. Izuku got a reminder soon after by Jiro that to use the elevator they actually had to click the down button.

Izuku flushed as they quickly hit the button and continued their wait. They ignored Jiro’s laughing emoji’s that came soon after. It wasn’t a long wait, so Izuku pocketed their phone once more and quickly hit the button for the ground floor. They wondered if Aizawa would be awake at this time, maybe at the end of his patrol? In the middle of? Or was this one of the rare nights their classes homeroom teacher had stayed in.

Izuku hummed as they reached the common floor, stepping out and immediately spotting the light that flooded from the kitchen. Izuku moved to walk in that direction, a curious tilt to their head.

“Problem Child.” Izuku yelped, spinning around to find that, either Aizawa just got back or he’d been here to check on the dorms to make sure everyone was still inside the building. Izuku heard someone drop something from the kitchen, and soon after Shinso appeared in the doorway with wide eyes.

Well, that answered who had walked past Izuku’s room.

Izuku’s phone, which previously had been continuously vibrating, silenced. Izuku was so snitching on them if they got in trouble for being awake. Aizawa raised an eyebrow, and Izuku smiled at him innocently.

“I just wanted to know who walked past my room.” Izuku told him, “and I found that it was Shinso, so I’m going back to bed, you know?” They turned to go back towards the elevator, but they were very quickly stopped once more.

“Problem Child.”

“Yes?” Izuku turned and smiled at Aizawa, knowing full well that their homeroom teacher did not believe a word that had just left Izuku’s mouth. There was another raised eyebrow. “Honest! I just wanted to know who walked by my room!”

“And how would you know someone had walked past your room?” Izuku had half a mind to say that Shinso was not as quiet as he thought he was, but Shinso really had been pretty quiet and they’d only heard it because they’d been reading. Any sort of noise in their room would have covered Shinso’s steps in entirety.

Not even Jiro had heard Shinso’s footsteps.

“I happened to have woken up… recently.” Izuku shrugged. They noticed that Shinso had moved back into the kitchen, and Izuku made a slight face before looking back at Aizawa with a smile.

“Uh huh…” Aizawa glanced towards the kitchen before sighing. “How many of you guys want a quick snack?” Izuku’s phone started vibrating again and Izuku made a face as they pulled their phone out to check.

Jiro, Tokoyami, Shoji, and Denki all wanted a snack. Todoroki was offering to come down with the group because he was thirsty anyways. Izuku nodded as they looked back up at Aizawa.

“Most of them? Or, at least the ones awake. Jiro, Tokoyami, Shoji, and Denki. Todoroki says that he’s just thirsty right now.” Izuku wondered if Shinso had Insomnia too, maybe they could vouch for their newest classmate to join the group. That is, if a pattern is spotted. Izuku had no doubts that Shinso was good at hiding that sort of thing.

“Alright, in the kitchen.” Aizawa nodded, and Izuku followed after him, fiddling with their phone. They’d never really run into their teacher during the night, not unless something happened and most of the class happened to be awake or wake up; like when someone thought it’d be funny to pull the fire alarm of the 1-A dorms, their class had very little sleep that night.

Or when someone had been ‘missing’ and the teachers had to search every dorm and the entirety of the grounds before making an official missing persons report. The second year had been found, smoking on the rooftop of the School itself.

But Izuku hadn’t been in the common room during the night. In fact, Todoroki had bought a mini fridge for most of the Insomniacs group for them to store drinks just so that they didn’t have to go to the common room.

“Careful,” Izuku blinked as a fidget toy was pressed into their hands. Aizawa hadn’t even looked at them when he’d passed Izuku the fidget, and Shinso was looking at Izuku curiously from where he was sitting at the table. There was a glass of water in front of him and he looked exhausted, more so than normal.

They sent a message to the group chat, inquiring about their thoughts of adding Shinso. Afterwards they pocketed their phone and focused on the fidget as the elevator dinged, and the small group made their way to the kitchen, all looking curious and hesitant.

“Sit down, I’ll make something small, maybe it’ll help you all get some sleep tonight.” Aizawa offered. Izuku moved to go sit at the table, offering a smile when Todoroki followed without them having to call the stoic boy over.

“If it does, please tell us what you did?” Denki asked, moving to sit on the other side of Izuku. Izuku spotted the pink bracelet and smiled at Denki as she leaned against Izuku, drowning in her own oversized sweatshirt and wrapping her arms around Izuku’s shoulders.

“I can do that, yes.” Aizawa nodded, not even turning to look at the group as he moved around the kitchen. Jiro and Tokoyami pulled Shoji to sit closer to Shinso, who was watching them all carefully, hesitantly. Izuku wondered, briefly, why that may be. They didn’t get to think too long on it as Denki had her phone in her hands, and Izuku’s attention was locked into the game that she had started playing.

Did they know what the game was? No, Izuku had just about no clue about what the game was, but there were a lot of random light flashes and it looked like some kind of beat game, and vaguely, Izuku realized they could hear music coming from somewhere. Earbuds, perhaps? It would make sense that Denki had bluetooth earbuds on her, especially if the game had some kind of music to it.

Izuku glanced briefly towards Todoroki, who was watching Denki and Izuku with an expression of something there, there and gone as soon as Todoroki saw them watching. Izuku, who’d moved to leaning back against Denki’s chest so she could play her game more comfortably, reached out and for Todoroki’s hand. There was a small smile on the dual haired boy’s face, and Izuku smiled back.