#aizawa is alive

[thenastyotherblog]

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

[moodyvoid]

I’ll forgive Horikoshi a little bit if in the new pages he confirms the Erasermic wedding.

[stingrachelmha]

Someone file a missing person’s report for all might’s waistttt (it’s the total gastrectomy)

[mettywiththenotes]

Two proud fathers and their 21 children

[barb-depression-arc]

Hi im alive ✌️

[dgalerab]

this comic broke into my home and terrorized me for weeks

(something something looking out for someone who looks out for others and by extension being the one they don't really have to worry about and how that comes off as being kind of the last on their list and the guilt/privilege of it all)

[stunie]

ume !

[dakuatisuto-blog]

Them 💕

Do I really need words to describe them?

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

It was finally time for Shinsou and Monoma action in the anime, let's go! Also just Aizawa being Eraserdad to all of them kids.

[xh-agi]

I’m so glad nothing bad ever happened to them. [ < Part 1 ]

[akemisalem]

i be reading so much fanfic i forgot oboro was dead

[buttercupshands]

wait a minute

stop.

stop it.

[pseudowho]

@delirious-donna convincing me this evening to give BNHA another go, because there's a tired grumpy man with a heart of gold, that I will probably want to fuck, in the series

I do not know what Aizawa looks like, or anything else about him, but NOBODY TELL ME, I'm going in. Wish me luck.

[bfire92]

Tying things together over the span of several works? More likely than you think. From The Days I Will Remember  Hizashi has nightmares. Many nightmares. He dreams of a white sheet with bloody stains, hiding a corpse, the rainwater coloured red on dirty concrete. Of Shouta, covered in bandages, and every time Hizashi turns to look at him, one more limb has been removed until he is all gone in the night. Of that doctor's voice, of his crazy grin, as he tells Hizashi over and over again all the things he already did tell him in the waking world, details Hizashi has chosen never to share with Shouta or Oboro. Of Nemuri, dying in a thousand different ways, always just out of reach for him to help her before it's too late, so when he finally gets there, her eyes are dull and empty.

From Fake Happy “What is too much, Yamada?!”

  “Missing them! Missing them both, all the fucking time! It's too much being me! ” Hizashi is on a roll now, and he barely notices the way her eyes widen at that. Years of unspoken truths are forcing their way out of his lungs, and there is no blocking this.

  “I miss them, and I try so hard to fix this! To fix this thing Oboro left behind! He went ahead and fucking died, and now I have to try and fix it, and I can't! I can't do what he did! I can't be who he was! He left, he left, he went ahead and abandoned us and left, and then Shouta abandoned who we were, and now it's just me, only me, me alone, because they left me -”

  His voice breaks on a sob he didn't feel coming, and his knees start to buckle as his steps slow down. 

From Ties and Aids He wants to get closer, without having a rational reason why he'd need to be. Some part of him just thinks he should be, should be sitting next to Yamada with a hand on his shoulder. Feeling how his breathing has his body rise and fall, and his pulse pushing against Shouta's palm. But he doesn't dare make a sound, in case he ruins the test.

From Yamadasexual is NOT a thing What he enjoys the most is the simplicity of co-existing with Hizashi. He likes being desk mates at work. Loves grading papers while Hizashi plays music, or dances in the kitchen, or plops himself down on the couch next to him to read over his shoulder. He cherishes waking up beside him, listening to the proof that Hizashi is right there and alive. The way his body moves as he breathes steadily, and the sensation of his pulse pushing up against the palm of Shouta’s hand when they lie tangled up and close. Shouta doesn't need much to be happy. But he keeps craving more.

WIP for Who TF is Loud Cloud

  With a deep chuckle, Shouta nudges Hizashi’s head up with a hand to his chin, and kisses the wandering lips so that they’ll stay right there against his own, where they belong the most. When he says “Let me take care of you, Hizashi,” what he means to say is ‘Allow me to keep myself reminded that you’re alive, and we are here and now in this moment, which is real.’ He doesn’t, because he isn’t sure how to say it out loud.

  But when Hizashi whispers “I want to feel all of you,” Shouta wonders if Hizashi perhaps meant to say the same thing back.

[mishy-mashy]

Technically an OC fic that's not Resistance-based-

Involves:

Yoichi singing the American anthem to make a baby sleep. It's the only song he ever heard on the radio, and it actually works

Kudo throwing a baby Factor over the edge to kick them out of the void because Bruce wouldn't do it

Bruce felt himself wither and die a bit more at what was expected of him.

Kudo rolled his eyes. "If you're not going to do it-"

"Second, don't you dare-"

"Kudo," Yoichi tried.

"I will," he finished, heaving her up by the back of her onesie like she were a trash bag. Raising her up to eye level, he did a brief three-finger salute.

Her head was too heavy, and neck too weak, for her to look anywhere but at his feet, biting her gums onto her little knuckles. She had no idea what this man was about to do to her.

"Hasta la Vista, kiddo. Enjoy your last seconds of life."

"KUDO!!!"

En speedrunning the marriage process because his friend wanted to (both ace, it's a QP relationship)

"Sorahiko-senpai, give me the marriage certificate," En nearly hissed over their burgers.

Sorahiko chewed slowly. "Why?"

"I'm about to set the world record for fastest divorce—!!!"

Quirk bullcrap where the story focuses on what happens if a Quirk Singularity can't adjust, and how Factors are their own personality.

AKA, when a Quirk Singularity is in a normal person, and not like OFA or AFO.

Gran Torino is bad at relationship advice

"In my experience, which is none—"

Aizawa has problem children (definitely plural) acting out on day 1

Aizawa slammed the door open.

"Hi, Shouta!" she waved, a raging blonde stuck to the classroom wall and screaming up a storm. The first day had barely started, too. "Fancy seeing you here-!"

Aizawa slammed the door shut.

Setting up a Monopoly game for the vestiges to play

"I want the doggy."

"I want the doggy!"

Kudo didn't even blink. "Shut up, Fifth, Yoichi gets the dog."

###

She looked at Midoriya, who suddenly went quiet. His expression was a bit cowed, staring blankly at the tiny player pieces.

"What?"

"Ah..." His head jolted, called to attention. His head immediately fell down a bit as he admitted, a bit awkwardly, "They're, fighting over the doggy..."

###

"Yoichi grew up with nothing. Are you really going to deprive this orphan of even a playing piece?"

"Are you seriously playing the pity card right now?!"

"I'll play any card to let Yoichi have what little he never got when he was alive,” Kudo sniffed, arms crossed. “I may have been a murderer, but wow. I never took you for a heartless monster, Fifth."

"Guys," Shinomori spoke up quietly, completely ignored and otherwise unheard underneath their spreading bickering, "it's just a board game..."

[dgalerab]

(from this post)

he'd expected something cruel. who would be better positioned to read shouta a list of his faults than yamada? who would have half the reason for bitterness? but this...

shouta has been out with shirakumo hunting down those affected by the quirk all day. those with powerful quirks like yamada's had been asked to avoid the skirmishes, to avoid the contagion of festering, rabid bitterness that's been spreading through the city, turning those affected against their closest friends and loved ones, snarling and spitting their hidden feelings.

shouta doesn't know these people, but he has a hunch that those words ring a bit too true. that even after the effects of the quirk wear off, those words will be difficult to take back.

the moment yamada had missed his radio slot, he'd been ready for the worst.

they'd gotten home to yamada's back turned, fists clenching and unclenching. and from there, all hell had broken loose.

his back hurts from where yamada's voice attack had thrown him against the wall to separate him from shirakumo and stun him long enough for yamada to cover his eyes. his grip is iron, bruising shouta's wrists where he pins him. some sort of adrenal reaction, shouta and shirakumo had theorized on their routes.

shouta claws at him, grips his jacket and tears to no avail. this is all wrong, irrational, twisted, yamada's booming voice surrounding him.

"stop," he booms, shattering glass. "you'll do anything to avoid seeing yourself as someone worth loving, won't you?" his grip over shouta's eyes crushing his head back against the wall. "never letting yourself want or believe in yourself."

shouta's ears ring from the volume. yamada's voice feels deeper, harsher than usual.

"well i see you, whether you like it or not," yamada continues. "i see how much you care, how you keep fighting and fighting and fighting." his grip is crushing shouta's wrist. "and you won't ever fucking reward yourself for it, and i have to sneak it past you like a fucking--"

a crash, and yamada's grip loosens long enough to kick his way free. yamada stumbles back, shirakumo on his back, and shouta steadies himself and launches into the fight

anything at all to avoid thinking about how, among all the harsh, bitter words he's heard today, yamada's most desperate secrets had just been...

he pushes the thoughts away. no.