#aizawa header

[fictional-reylin]

Aizawa header cause why not

[tsukiko26]

Shouta Aizawa Header

Free to use😊

[plusultraetc]

happy spooky season!! here's the Halloween header as it's own post! I'm not much of an artist but I thought this idea was really fun 🧡

[kiwicidios]

݁ ⭒ ࣪ 🐦🎀 〜☆ 𓂂🥝ㅤֺ

[kusakichan15]

NEW HEADER ✨💕

If it weren't already obvious who I simp for then this banner edit should be a definitive answer 😂😂😂

And since this is already made... let me ask you guys despite it being over...

[butchlifeguard]

i need to go to a red theme...

[tired-teacher-blog]

AO3

Main Masterlist

Second Masterlist

Most of my work is NSFW so please do not read and do not follow me if you're a minor!! I have enough reasons to go to hell and I don't need a fresh one.

This goes without saying but everyone is aged up in the NSFW stories. Sometimes I forget to put that in the notes so I thought mentioning it here would be better.

Header by @/saradika

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How would the mha boys kiss you (Bakugo-Deku-Shouto-Dabi-Hawks-Shinsou-Iida-Shigaraki-Amajiki-Kirishima/Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Headcanons)

Stubborn (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ One shot)

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Just a little joke (Bakugo/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Your fish (Shouto/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Nightly fun (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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He teaches you how he likes it (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Drabble)

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Adult Bakugou (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Melodious temptation (Kaminari/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ One shot)

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His daughter, his rules (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Baby's first kick (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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How he apologizes (Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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Bashful (Izuku/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Restraints (Hawks/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Trigger Warning/ One Shot)

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How they found out (Shouto/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Pampered (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Dad bod (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Drabble)

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Cuddling (Iida/ Gem reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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When they use their quirks on you during sex (Shinsou/ Shouto/ Kirishima/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Headcanons)

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Our rose of fate (tattoo artist Aizawa/ florist fem reader) Part1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11 • Part 12

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Husband Aizawa (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Attention seeker (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Virgin pro hero Kirishima (Kirishima/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Headcanons)

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Sensitive neck (Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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Husband Bakugo (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Headcanons)

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Miscommunication (Dabi/ Fem reader/ Suggestive/ Fluff/ Angst/ Drabble)

[alieinthemorning]

Tug [Shinsou Hitoshi]

Content: Soulmates, Fluff, Sports Festival Arc

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tizuaka

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Today was one of the most important days of your life, the UA Sports Festival. An event where students would show off their skills and be potentially scouted by pros. You put in so much work into your training. Sleepless nights, bruised body and constant cramming. You had made it through the obstacle race, and had a lot of fun doing it, but…

The cavalry battle kicked your ass. Your team was fourth to last, so of course you didn’t make it to the finale. You were a bit bummed about it, but once you saw that alleged quirkless boy that had been the talk of the school enter the arena, your interest peaked.

But then, all of a sudden

You felt a rough tug.

You had been feeling these little tugs ever since you entered UA, and they had only gotten stronger since entering the festival.

“Ugh—” Another strong pull. You eyed the people nearest to you in the stands. No one else seemed to be affected. However, they were looking at the field below curiously. Your eyes slid over, shocked to see that the two combatants were just standing there. Your eyes flicked up to the large screen.

Midoriya Izuku, the alleged quirkless boy and—

Shinsou Hitoshi

Your brows raised as you looked back toward them. Midoriya stood stiff as if he were petrified. Shinsou however…

“Shinso failed the practical part of the exam, so he lost a spot in the hero course,” You raised a brow as Aizawa spoke, “He got into general studies though, and that’s all he could have hoped for. His quirk is extra powerful, but…given the format of the practical exam. His ability didn’t help him out.” The crowd gasped in awe while you sat in silence. You were fixated on the two, watching in awe as Midoriya silently walked toward the edge of the boundary.

“Ah—” Another tug, this time powerful enough to have you jerk forward in your seat.

Unfortunately, the tug came at the most inopportune time because once you had collected yourself, Midorya was staring back at Shinsou and—

Wait…

Shinsou had shifted back a bit.

“Shit…!” You hissed, gripping the railing tightly as you forced yourself from tipping over the edge. When others around you questioned you, you simply told them that you were really interested in the fight.

If only they knew.

After a few seconds of holding his bruised hand, Midoriya ran for Shinsou. He shoved him toward the edge, but Shinsou punched him in retaliation, not ready to give in just yet. Despite this, Midoriya continued to push him. Shinsou tried to grab him by his neck, but Midoriya counted by grabbing his arm and slamming him to the ground. Shinsou struggled to overpower him, and he did, but—

"Fuck—!” You felt another strong tug, and the next thing you knew, you were flying over the railing.

You knew it was over even before Present Mic announced it.

You did this. This was your fault.

You kept your eyes on the ground as you dusted yourself off, listening in on the students of class 1-C, who were only a few seats over, crowded the railing to speak to Shinsou.

“You were awesome out there, Shinsou!”

“You’re the shining star of us general studies guys!”

“You had us on the edge of our seats!”

“You did just as well as the guy who got third in the obstacle course!”

The corner of your lips tugged upward before you could stop them. You chanced a glance at Shinsou, only to find that his gaze was already on you. He was silent for a moment before addressing Midoriya.

“They’ll consider transfers to the Hero Course depending on the results here. Remember that.” Your eyes widened at his statement, “Maybe I failed this time, but I’m not giving up. I’ll show them I’ve got what it takes to make the Hero Course, and I’ll become a greater hero than all of you.”

Summoning whatever courage (and dignity) you had, you followed the soft tugs to him.

You fiddled with your fingers as his eyes widened. “Uh…hi—I’m your—”

“The one who had a hand in me losing the match.”

You winced, “I’m sorry, I—”

He cut you off again, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure we—”

This time he was cut off by Midnight, who had cracked her whip at the two of you. “Clear the field!”

Shinsou rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand. “Come on. Looks like we’ve got some getting to know to do…” He paused then glanced back at you

"Soulmate.”

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[bnha-headcanonss]

Suggestion :)

Yall really like your Dadzawa fics lmao. I opted to not take the header image seriously, you’re welcome

(Swearing)

Words: 1940

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I was walking home from school, had an earbud in listening to some city pop. I live in an apartment with my father near my school, U.A. high school, my dad’s a teacher there.

I was down a less busy street, had some shops here and there but it was a bit more sketchy than the more crowded streets.

I felt a tingle up my spine, you know that feeling when you’re being watched, or followed.

I look down and to the side, try to see in my peripherals just in case I am being followed and sure enough, someone was there. I kept walking, maybe a coincidence. I knew I was being followed for sure after taking 3 right turns and he was still there.

I ducked into a store and pulled out my phone. I dialed my emergency contact, it only took one ring until it answered.

“Is everything okay?”

“No I think I’m being followed. I’m at Midwest on 1 Chrome-6-1. Next to Whitely.” I gave him my location.

“Okay, is there people in the store?”

“Yes, it’s a bit crowded.”

“Stay close to the counter. I’ll be there soon.”

Dad hung up the phone and I presume left where he was.

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AIZAWA

“My daughter needs some help somewhere in town. I’m just letting you know I’ll be gone.”

“Take all the time you need. Hopefully everything is okay.” Nezu says. With that, I’m off.

I run down to Midwest and it’s empty. Merchandise is everywhere, you can hardly see the store floor. Glass is shattered everywhere, shelving is uneven and some even thrown off the walls, displays knocked over. This place is a wreak.

I rush to a back room, behind the counter, look under bigger shelving and displays, there is nobody, everybody who was originally reported here is gone, including my daughter.

“Hey man, you gotta get out of here. Some big dude just wreaked the place.” Some guy, I’d imagine the owner, said from the front door, he came from somewhere on the street.

“Did you see a girl? Teenage, black long hair, school uniform come through here?” I questioned. I have to find my daughter.

“Oh yeah. She stumbled in here all panicked and what not. She was on her phone, then looking behind her, then on her phone again. She was a mess. She stood up at the counter with me, the dude came in here and wreaked the place trying to get her. She put up one hell of a fight though. He got her and got away. I called the cops rights after.” His voice was shaky, all of him was very shaken up.

“Which way did they go?” I asked, he pointed to the manhole on the ground.

“Shit. Thank you for your help. Get somewhere safe until police arrive.” I phoned a personal contact on my end.

“Tsukauchi, I need some help over at Midwest on 1 Chrome-6-1. There was a villain attack here and a kidnapping. The owner said the villain took off with the victim in the manhole closest to the street. I’m going down but I’m going to need assistance.”

“Do not go down there alone. I’m coming along with some of the force. Stay put.”

“There’s no time, I’m going down.” I hung up, sent him my location, removed the cover and dropped in. Typically I would not have been this reckless but considering this is my daughter here, I’d say it’s justified. I’m not saying I wouldn’t do this for anybody else, this particular matter is just… personal.

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Luckily, I know the underground system well enough to figure out where he went due to past chases. The underground system gets used a lot, it’s convenient and very open. It’d be a risk to shut them completely so we installed safety features to ensure our success in stopping and capturing villains. I move to my phone and open the security software all pros have enabled. It allows us to look through certain security footage around our home bases. The store front isn’t one of the locations I can see, but the underground system sure is. I scan the footage for any sign of him or my daughter. I manage to track them, she’s unconscious and slung over his shoulder and he’s bolting for the outskirts of the city. I continue on this trail until I come up near an old warehouse. A little cliché honestly.

I climbed out of the manhole and scoped out the area. Some voices inside trading details and information about deals, money, a big boss, and “the girl.”

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I look in through a worn part of the warehouse and see her, still unconscious, on the floor. The men are huddled around her. I don’t see any intention of hostility so I remain put, listening to what they’re saying. If they’ve done this to my daughter, what if they’d done it to others? Or plan to? This could bust them all together.

After a couple minutes of listening I’ve gathered that these men are from the Hassaikai. A know Yakuza group around here. We’ve had issues with them in the past that led to much, much bigger things. This one needs to stop here. They’re looking for powerful quirks. My daughter has a quirk like mine which I would argue, is powerful. One that can temporarily disable a quirk. And if it’s combined with the enhancers they used previously, she may even be able to completely get rid of a quirk. Knows to really say and I’m not attempting to find out.

I hear rattling behind me, it’s Tsukauchi and some members of the force following on the surface level. I give the gesture to slow down and keep quiet.

“I told you not to run off, what’s going on?”

“They took my daughter. They’re with the Hassaikai, still on the hunt for powerful quirks. I don’t know how many times they’ve done this or if they plan to continue.” I relay to the detective.

“What? We put a stop to them. The leader is still in a coma in the hospital.”

“That’s what I thought. I’m guessing someone stepped up to carry on the organization.”

“They took your daughter?”

I pointed to her on the floor. Tsukauchi stepped away to converse with the other guys and report this issue to higher ups before making his way back over to me.

“Okay. This is your kid in there, what’s the plan?”

Tsukauchi and I devise a strategy.

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Then we start kicking ass.

Mostly me to be fair. I have the badass quirk and combat experience, not that the others do, but this is also my job.

I take out the two guards they had positioned at the front. The first one went down easy but the second put up a fight. After seeing what happened to his buddy, and on a sneaky attack, he sure as hell wasn’t going to put up with it.

Tsukauchi and a couple men go around the back to secure my daughter. The men that were with my daughter attempted to stop them but my scarf got to them first.

The rest of the force charge with me. We had contained the main villains that we’re discussing plans over my daughter and we bring them in for questioning.

I left that to the police, I’m more concerned about somebody else who’s remained unconscious, I have no idea what they did to her, for precaution, I brought her to the hospital.

She was hit with some kind of sleep quirk. They put her on an IV to maintain hydration. I refused to leave her side the entire stay. This happened because I couldn’t make it to her quick enough. Or I let her go home alone. Some things may have to change if I want to keep her safe.

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She woke up after about three hours.

“Dad?”

“Musume?*”

“What’s going on?”

“The villain you called me about got to you. We took care of them, you’re safe and in the hospital. They just have you on an IV, nothing else is wrong I promise.”

“I’m so sorry.” She apologized.

“What are you sorry for? You did everything right. I need to be apologizing to you. You never should have been put in that position.” I tried to reassure her. She’s already been through a lot today as it is, I don’t want her to stress over this.

“I should’ve been smarter, I don’t know. Not have gotten myself caught. I tried using my quirk but nothing happened to him.”

“What do you mean?” Her quirk should have worked just fine. She should’ve been able to stop his quirks effect easily. She knows how to. I’ve had her practice on me and other hero’s at the school since she first developed her power. She’s practically mastered it.

“I don’t know. I did it, I know I activated it, but he remained as he was.”

“What was his quirk, do you remember?”

“I thought it would have been strength or speed, or some kind of enhanced abilities with the way he tore up the shop, and how quick he moved. But he just kept going and going.”

Is he naturally that strong? Or fast? I need to report this to Tsukauchi when I’m done here. That’s something that needs to be looked into because that was only the doings of a quirk. Naturally, that should be impossible.

“Dad?”

“Yes Musume?”

“Can we go home?”

“Of course. Let me check you out of here and we’ll go. You need rest. And you won’t be going to school tomorrow. I want to keep an eye on you just in case anything else happens with that sleep quirk they hit you with.”

“No complaints here.” She doesn’t hate school by any means, but if she gets the chance to ditch, she’ll take it. Given her grades are excellent. Frankly, they could use some work, but she gets a pass today.

After I get her checked out, we stop by a shop before heading home.

“Dango? Really?”

“Yeah. I was thinking you could use a little pick me up. Or an ‘I’m sorry you got kidnapped’ treat.” She laughed, that bright smile of hers.

“Thank you.” She kept smiling. I purchased the treat, we snacked for a moment then headed home.

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“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re very quiet.” I questioned. Usually we talk a lot while we walk home and yes, she’s been through something traumatic but this is still slightly out of character. Just consider it good fatherly love and checking on his daughter.

“Yeah. Just shaken up. Tired. I really want to sleep.”

“Okay. We’ll get you to bed as soon as you get inside.”

“Okay.”

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We reach the apartment, she gives me a hug goodnight and heads to her room. Her light is off a minute or two after shutting her door. I stay out in the living room an extra hour or so, to make sure she doesn’t need anything and so I can finish grading papers.

I finish my stack and head to bed. Tomorrow’s a different day, and hopefully a safer one at that.

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*Musume (mu-su-mei) - Daughter

I try to keep the main character as nameless as possible. I do this for self-insert reasons and a general lack of knowledge for Japanese culture in which names are a part of. This is why I use Musume a bit, it one of the only words I’ve done the research to use properly and still have it go with the story and even then, I use it when absolutely necessary.

I was thinking of using Rei as her name but I believe that’s Todorokis mother’s name and just decided to her her nameless.

Thank you for the suggestion! :)

[bunnyywritings]

Hi! I was wondering if I could send a request? What if... Bakugo with a drummer s/o? They could have like drum solo competitions and stuff like that! Thanks in advance and please take care of yourself you wonderful bean! ~🌵

bakugou w/ a drummer!significant other

BAKUGOU KATSUKI x GN!READER

[a/n: it’s been such a long time but I’m back and I feel super guilty about all the unanswered asks in my inbox so I’ll do my best to get those done, thank you for requesting!! enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

word count: 980

WARNINGS: none really! mentions of eye makeup, implied that reader has a quirk (is that a warning??) & kissing

So, you’re actually Jirou’s friend 

You went to another school in the prefecture and when UA was doing their school festival, you were the first person she called 

She was able to get you a pass into the school and Aizawa had taken it upon himself to show you to the dorms

Bakugou isn’t one for gossip but when whispers of a possible student transfer at such a weird time during the year met his ears…he was somewhat interested

And a student from one of the top hero course school’s in the country possibly transferring to UA was indeed interesting

However that was all dispelled when Aizawa had walked into the dorms with you in tow 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his cheeks flushed and his fingertips felt fuzzy, he didn’t understand this tight feeling in his chest and it frustrated him

What frustrated him even more was the way your lips stretched into a grin when Jirou called your name and threw herself at your open arms, which was a little out of character for her

She grinned, garnering everyone’s attention but all Bakugou heard was- “Everyone, this is (Y/n)...best friend…help us with the festival…drummer-

So now, he’s kinda stuck with you

“Okay, so I see what the problem is.” You spoke up once he had finished showing you what he’d learned so far. 

The implication of him having done it wrong had made him scowl. “Tch…problem? What problem? I did that flawlessly!” His frustration only increased when an amused smile had pulled at your lips, a huffed laugh escaping your nostrils. 

“It would’ve been flawless if…” You trailed off as you made your way behind him. 

“What the-” His breath hitched in his throat when he felt your hands on his forearms, your chin just barely brushing up against his shoulder. He swallowed nervously as your hands slid upwards to his wrists before they caressed the back of his hands and you held them in a gentle, yet firm, grip. 

“...you held your sticks just a tad bit higher and-” Your hands now moved backwards. Your warmth leaving him flushed and breathless. Back over his forearms, around his elbows, up the back of his impressively muscular biceps and to his shoulders, your lips still almost grazing the shell of his ear. “-if you just relax a little bit. Loosen up.” Almost immediately, his shoulders sagged the slightest bit. God, he felt so dizzy. He relished in the way your palms kneaded at his tense shoulders for a minute or two before, much to his disappointment, you pulled away. 

He was basically yours from that moment forward 

I think he’d be pretty foreword about his feelings for you, despite his insecurity that maybe he had developed a liking to you a bit too quickly and one-sidedly 

You were quick to voice your reciprocation 

Your favorite motivation tool when he was practicing his set?

KISSES

Works every time, without fail. 

His kick tempo is too slow? kiss

He can’t quite hit his snare the right way? kiss 

He keeps dropping tempo or his sticks? kiss

You were so proud seeing his first ever live performance at the festival 

All the long hours of practicing and making minor but necessary adjustments that seemed like a pain in the ass at the time? So, so worth it. 

Once he was off stage, you basically launched yourself into his arms which had caught him off guard but he had obviously caught you with such ease, his favorite part?

The big fat smooch that you laid on him…right on the lips…in front of all his friends and classmates

I don’t see him as super into PDA but I do believe that in that moment, he couldn’t care less about who saw, he savored the moment and let his lips move in sync with yours

Post-performance adrenaline was partially to blame but still

He ignored all the whistles and shouting

If you’re in a band, best believe that he’d be your #1 fan and biggest groupie

He’d be front row at every show

Has a good handful of your band merch for sure

Best believe he’s hella competitive so if there’s a moment when the both of your kits are set up and there’s a song the both of you know, he’s straight up demanding you to duel it out with him 

He 100% forgets that you’ve been doing this way longer than he has and is flabbergasted when you not only do the song flawlessly but having done it while doing twirls and tricks with your sticks

He brags about you A LOT 

It pisses off Mineta and Denki without fail

He has an entire photo album on his phone FILLED with pictures and videos of you while your perform or practice

If you're into grunge/punk and that’s the genre your band plays AND you look the part? 

Good lord almighty, he thinks you look so hot on stage 

Sweaty, hair messy, eyeliner smudged and a smirk on your lips 

Damn…

If you’re proficient with applying eye makeup, he wants you to do it on him all the time 

(fight me if you don’t think eyeliner is gender neutral cause he’d look great in eyeliner, he told me so himself)

Like he’d pull you into his lap so your could paint on the eyeliner kind of vibe 

Holds you by the waist, “So you don’t fall”

10/10 would love it if you played the drums

He loves seeing your passion for the instrument and loves seeing and hearing you play your heart and soul out

[dhorrl]

Welcome to my little side of the world!

Header: @thenamesmiz

PFP: @pixeldemonia

I'd love requests. Characters I love are Bakugo, Kirishima, Aizawa (and honestly any MHA boys), Gojo, Geto, Nanami (JJK), Feitan and pretty much any of the Phantom Troupe, Kurapika (HxH), and may more!

Stardew Valley

Bar Encounter (Shane/Reader) Farm Girl (Sebastian/Reader)

My Hero Academia

Make-Out Session (Katsuki Bakugo/Reader) NNN (Katsuki Bakugo/Reader) NNN (Shota Aizawa/Reader) Conquering No Nut November (Katsuki Bakugo/Reader) Love Yourself The Way I Love You (Eijiro Kirishima/Reader)

Hunter x Hunter

New Family (Kurapika/Reader) Initiation (Feitan/Reader) Mine First, Spider Second (Feitan/Reader)

Demon Slayer

Primal Hunt with the Wind Hashira

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[itsumoegao]

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Izuku had said he had always wanted to become a hero since he "was a little kid" and this is true by the fact he has taken notes since he knew how to read and write. Below we have his first two notebooks. The 1st one, with 50pgs, appears juvenile with the blue sky and green grass which is common for very young kids as he began around ages 4-5. Looking at the handwriting, the words are also written rather largely, another common trait for young children when learning how to write.

For the 2nd notebook, the green one, his handwriting is smaller but also slighty shaky as a year passed before he obtained it. He needed a new one after filling out the first as it [[ and the 3rd book ]] are not vertical. Looking at the spines, they are horizontal which is usually for sketch books.

The 3rd book shows he is still writing while very young, evident by the All Might drawing on the cover. He looked at it as part of his reason to keep writing those notes, to keep studying heroes as new ones came into the spot light but All Might would be his top tier. With this one being a sketch book, he ran out of room quickly, again.

But with his 4th book, he had actual lines to compile the information from the previous 3 notebooks. Resketching, rewriting, adding more details to the heroes from the notebooks prior. Here his handwriting is compressed and steady, showing time has passed, perhaps between 7-8 years old.

#5 is another yellow book, filled with completely new heroes now that the older 3 were organized in #4. These were completed around the same time as the handwriting on the covers for #4 and #5, such as spacing, letter size, the curve of the first kanji, distance between header and footer are the same. As if he wrote the titles one after the other.

The 6th book is later addition, ages 9-10. The handwriting stands out for being straight and stiff. As it is an outlier, not matching the others, Izuku may have been in a situation where he needed a book and picked up the first one he saw in a shop. Perhaps there was a new pro on the rise, #5 was filled so he just snatched one, paid and wrote to his hearts content.

Izuku had always been serious about becoming a hero, using whichever materials were available to him at the time. However, with the introduction of #7, ages 11-12, Izuku took a more professional approach as campos books are sturdier and contain between 80-100 pages. [[ Though, I think these are 40pg count? ]] #7 is another compiling of the previous books with #8 being a continuation of what #7 couldn't fit.

This is his current handwriting where he uses thick ink and sharp lines. Now that he sticks to the campos brand and has been writing for about 8 years, he found a formula of efficient note taking, such as drawing the hero's costume and writing down details, leaving spaces for any additional information he may discover later on.

Starting with #9, following notebooks are no longer reiterations. They are filled with new heroes. He may have an updated version of a hero here and there or a page with more information but these have fresh information.

Below we have Notebook #10, the one which contains an entry for Eraserhead! [[ Izuku did not recognize Mr. Aizawa as Eraserhead because he only knew of Eraser with the goggles on. The moment he saw the goggles around Mr. Aizawa's neck, he instantly knew who he was. ]]

#11 and #12 were written between the ages of 13 going on 14. Again, new heroes were added and such.

During the final year of middle school, Izuku continued to write in #13. We see him in the process of writing a Hero Analysis when Mount Lady first appeared and as he observed her battle, he detailed her strengths and weaknesses. Izuku commented "but it'll be kinda hard for her to get around much in the city without damaging lots of things."

Which Mount Lady herself proved to be correct in the following episode. "I need at least a two lane road if I'm going to make my way through!"

After the immediate burning and water damage of #13, Izuku continued to use it but this time, he wrote about students. With all of the new quirks presented to him at U.A. it didn't take long to fill it out with his classmates and those outside of his class too.

He accepts and writes without hesitation. It shouldn't come as a surprise that Katsuki has an entry. Technically, #13 has an updated version of Katsuki as Izuku drew his hero uniform too which Izuku has for all who own a uniform. Even Izuku has featured himself in #13 with a sketch of his own hero costume idea.

His current notebook, #14, age 15-16. One he has not titled yet. It appeared in season 5 as he was ready to write down additional information on the class 1-B students. Class 1-A vs 1-B was useful to Izuku to help observe possible settings a hero may face. Being outnumbered, fighting people who's quirks you don't know, using the environment around you to your advantage, etc.

This exercise taught Izuku how to achieve a flawless win, thanks to his symbol of victory. Izuku knows there is more than one method of winning but in the end, it's teamwork. #14 contains more than just a list of powers, strengths and weakness, what ifs. It has strategies, counters, scenarios as well for possible situations for battle.

As Izuku has an admiration and passion for heroes, he will continue to write and study them. Despite becoming a hero himself, he will still take notes as he is willing to learn from others. He is more than happy to show his entries to anyone wanting to read or learn about a specific hero too. It would make his day actually, someone reading and interested in his studies.

[ohbeffinitely]

Please tell me there is more of the scorched au I need aizawa to save my dumbass cockatiel son

Congratulations on being the first Scorched ask after I took my "scorched isn't done, don't worry" message out of my header 💖

[uhzuku]

OH ITS VIBIGN OH FUCK. fuck i forgot how fine aizawa is goddamn GODDAMN im eating this up caspian. minecraft noises and all

ty 🥹🥹 i’m still coloring the eyes for the pinned header red but! my fucjijg editing software has crashed three times and lost all progress 🥹🥹 and i’m abt to throw my phone across the room bc i cannot do this anymore. but i needed my man, its been TOO LONG ‼️

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[alieinthemorning]

In Sickness and In Sickness [Eraser Head | Aizawa Shouta]

Content: Fluff, Sick Fic, Sick Character, Established Relationship

Pronouns: None

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Of course, he would get sick. As if being exhausted fucking constantly wasn’t enough. He just had to overwork to this point. Your stupid fucking wet cat of a husband, doing stupid wet cat of a husband things like being outside while it’s fucking raining and thinking he’ll wake up fine the next day, and on top of that—wait, what were you doing again?

You heard a string of coughs from the bedroom.

Oh, yeah. You were making Lemon Tonic.

For the both of you because he got you both sick.

You coughed into your elbow and looked into the fridge, grabbing a lemon and a bottle of liquor. You placed it on the counter and grabbed a pot from the cabinet. You sniffled as you filled it with water and sat it on the stove. You sliced up half of the lemon (almost cut yourself), put it in the pot and turned on the eye. You opened the bottle and poured a reasonable amount of liquor in there and put it back in the fridge. You left it to boil and went into the bedroom to check on your sick cat-like husband.

You poked your head in, “How you feelin’?”

“Like shit.” He mumbled. You made your way to the bed and flopped down on it.

“Same,” You grabbed a tissue and blew the shit out of your nose, “I wonder who’s fault that is?” You elbowed him in the side. He grunted and shoved your arm away. You started to laugh, but it agitated your lungs, and you ended up in a coughing fit.

After catching a gleam of that bright light, you checked the nightstand for any painkillers and sighed when finding they weren’t there. You begrudgingly got back up and went to get it from the bathroom. You grabbed another box of tissues as well, since Shouta was making a snot rag mountain of his own. You sat it on the nightstand and went back into the kitchen, turned off the eye, then grabbed two water bottles. Quickly dropping them off in the bedroom, you returned to the kitchen and grabbed two mugs, then filled them with the Cold Killing Lemon Tonic.

“Alright,” You sat in the bed and handed him his mug, “Try to drink this quickly.” You took a sip and burnt your tongue, but mama didn’t raise no bitch, so you kept going.

Shouta stared at you for a long time before finally drinking the Lemon Tonic like a shot.

“Okay show off,” You grab the painkillers and water, “you’ll be needing this.” You swallow yours without water like a damn boss, but still drank a bit after to make sure the pills went down.

Shouta again only stared as he did the same sans the after the fact water.

You glared at him a little.

“Now what?” He put the water bottle against his face, “didn’t you say this was sort of a miracle drink?”

“I didn’t say miracle drink,” you got underneath the covers and tucked him in as well, “I said Exorcising Drink.”

Shouta blinked, “What?”

“This drink will literally exorcise the sickness out of you.”

“…”

You gave him a Cheshire grin. “By sweating.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope! Now shut up and sweat!” You tucked the covers under your chin even snugglier, “Don’t worry. The sickness will come at you full force, so it’ll probably knock you out pretty quickly.”

He was quiet for a moment, “Remind me to never eat anything from your family again.”

“Yeah sure, no more peach cobbler for you then.”

“I take it back.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, shut up and sweat!”

“I told ya it would work,” You danced around Shouta in the kitchen. “But…”

It was the next day and the both of you were back to full health. Shouta didn’t seem all too pleased about it, though.

“So, why do you look like you’re pissed?”

He groaned, “I have to go back to work,” He shuttered, “back to night patrol.”

You laughed, “Who said we were going back to our jobs,” You nudged him, “we can play out this sickness a little longer.”

He grabbed you by the waist and gave you that maniacal smile that you loved, “I’d like that.” You grabbed him by the cheeks and gave him a quick peck.

“Great! You can take me on a date!”

He gave you a blank stare.

“…or chill at home and call that a date?”

He, like the gentlemen that he was, escorted you to the couch to put on something to watch while he grabbed the snacks.

“Next time we’re going out to eat though!”

Lemon tonic is the truth.

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