#aizawa mha one shot

[y0urappetite]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Smut, Lemon, Teacher-Student Relationship, Heavy Petting, Cock Warming, Teasing, reader is a big ass vixen, Taboo, Blowjobs, One Shot, Smut Shot, Rough Sex, Desk Sex, Classroom Sex, After Hours, cursing, bakugou swears, like hella, NSFW, bnha nsfw Summary:

During some of Reader's extra training, she tends to get a little handsy.....and a little mouthy.

This is something I posted a really really really really long time ago, it got kind of popular but I know it needs work.

Just wanna see if anyone enjoys it enough to rework it!

[angel-sweets666]

making out with mr aizawa

shouta aizawa x reader one shot

aizawas never had a crush on a ex student, never. That’s inappropriate. But when you reach your 3rd year at UA and turn 18/19/20, his drunken self manages to blurt out his longing for you.

mentions of katsuki bakugo x reader

YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE, A ADULT, NO PEDOS. I DONT WRITE FOR PEDOS

Warning: alchohol ,making out, Mentions of sex. age gap (ur 18-20 years old and he’s around 33

You nervously waited for your name to be called, heart pounding as you anticipated your moment on stage. Three long years at UA High School were finally paying off; soon, you would be a pro hero. "Mina Ashido," Present Mic's voice boomed through the auditorium, snapping you out of your thoughts. You watched as your pink-haired friend happily skipped up to the stage, her carefree demeanor hiding the same nervousness you felt about graduating and stepping into the world of pro heroes.

Mina shook hands with Principal Nezu, who, to be frank, looked like a knock-off, whitewashed Mickey Mouse. The sight brought a small, nervous smile to your face. Then, she turned to Mr. Aizawa, your homeroom teacher. To everyone's surprise, he looked quite presentable for once! His usual shaggy hair was tied into a neat half-up, half-down style, and he wore a sharp red and black suit. His genuine smile for Mina was a rare and touching sight, sending a wave of warmth through the audience.

Mina, grinning from ear to ear, skipped down the stage steps after receiving her diploma. As soon as she reached the bottom, she dropped her act and yelled excitedly, "I GRADUATED! I ACTUALLY GRADUATED!" Her happiness was infectious, and the crowd erupted in applause and cheers.

Your nerves momentarily eased, you couldn't help but smile wider. Watching your friends achieve this milestone was both heartening and exhilarating. Soon, your name would be called, and you would join them in this monumental step toward becoming a pro hero.

you looked up at mr aizawa, he was always an attractive man but seeing him like this. Cleaned up and neat, made you feel something for him. Was this a crush? Little did you know he’s had the same feelings for you since your 18th/19th/20th birthday despite you being his student.

Present Mic's booming voice filled the auditorium, "Name Last Name!" His quirk negated the need for a microphone, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Slowly, you rose from your seat, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes upon you. Yet, amid the sea of faces, a particular gaze from the stage seemed to linger longer than the rest.

With measured steps, you made your way toward the stage, nerves and excitement swirling within you. You approached Principal Nezu, who greeted you with a warm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Congratulations," his soft but oddly unsettling voice praised, "I see you will be a fantastic hero. Will you come to the after party?"

"Yeah, I will," you replied with a smile, trying to shake off the unease his demeanor had stirred within you. Moving on, you approached Mr. Aizawa, towering over Principal Nezu at his impressive 6'1" height. His usually disheveled appearance was surprisingly neat today, accentuated by a red and black suit that seemed out of character but fitting for the occasion.

You extended your hand, which he clasped in a firm grip that lingered longer than with the other students. "See you later, kid," he said, his usual stoic expression softening into a genuine smile that held a hint of affection. It was a rare sight from the usually gruff teacher, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude.

"Yeah, see you," you replied, returning his smile as you stepped away from him. Walking off the stage, it finally began to sink in. You had graduated from UA High School, marking a significant milestone on your path to becoming a pro hero. The applause and cheers from the crowd washed over you, your face lit up as you stared at all the people who were once your classmates and you began

You slowly made your way back to sit next to Mina, noticing her cheeks were even pinker than usual. "Did you see the way Mr. Aizawa looked at you!? He's so into you!" she squealed excitedly.

"Eugh, he's our teacher!" you gagged playfully, though a part of you secretly liked the idea of your former teacher having a crush on you now that you were no longer his student.

"Well, former teacher, actually," Mina corrected with a mischievous grin. "We graduated, and some of us are 20 years old. It doesn't matter! He's so into you, babe," she added, nudging your shoulder playfully.

You chuckled nervously, unsure how to process Mina's teasing. Mr. Aizawa had always been a supportive mentor, but you never imagined there could be anything more between you. Still, Mina's insistence and playful encouragement sparked a flutter of excitement in your chest. As you glanced back at Mr. Aizawa across the room, you caught his eye briefly, and for a moment, you wondered if there might be some truth to Mina's teasing after all.

some time later at the after party

As the evening unfolded after the graduation ceremony, you found yourself at the after-party, surrounded by your friends and fellow graduates. The venue was lively, with upbeat music filling the air and colorful lights dancing across the walls. Mina, true to form, was the life of the party, dragging you onto the dance floor while laughing and cheering.

The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed, with even the former teachers joining in the festivities. Mr. Aizawa, now dressed casually and looking more approachable than ever, was engaged in conversation with some other graduates near the bar. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him letting loose, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor in class.

You grabbed a drink from the bar and joined the circle of your friends, exchanging stories and jokes about your time at UA High School. Denki was showing off his dance moves, much to everyone's amusement, while Bakugo, surprisingly relaxed, recounted a particularly explosive training session.

Amid the laughter and chatter, you caught Mr. Aizawa glancing over at you from time to time, a small smile playing on his lips. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you realize just how much he had cared about each of his students.

As you looked back at bakugo you tilted your head to the side “I’ve never seen you so relaxed, how much did you have to drink?” You giggled “I’m on my 3rd vodka!” He chuckled and leaned on kirishimas shoulder, the red head laughed and and pushed bakugo “get off me man!” He said with a raspy voice and happy tone. However you just could not get peace with the idea of aizawa, he seemed so calm for once, so happy.. maybe even attractive? You leaned over to Mina who was busy flirting with kirishima “should I go flirt with mr aizawa?” You asked the lively girl “OH MY GOD YES. GO GO GO, but after that you gotta go out with bakugo so we can go on double dates” she insisted “yeah alright, don’t go making me an aunt with kirishima Mkay?” You grinned at her while kirishima blushed and began making out with Mina.

you walked over to the bar and sat next to aizawa, looking over at him “so what are you gonna do now that we’re graduating?” You asked the 33 year old “ahh.. start over, teach first years and watch them graduate too.” He grins to you, alchohol on his breath. “Right yeah.. that makes sense” you nodded and grabbed a bottle of vodka “shit.. can’t believe i actually grad-” you were interrupted by aizawa placing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him “you know since your birthday I’ve been thinking about you” he cooed, getting close to your face. He’s obviously saying this because he’s drunk, but drunk words are sober thoughts right?

you gulped “you have..?” You asked him, going from between his eyes to his lips “yeah.. you look so kissable..” he chuckled, leaning to kiss the corner of your lips. You let him peck your lips and cheek, blushing deeply.. his deep voice grumbled in your ear “let’s go somewhere more private yeah pretty girl?”

And that’s how you ended up here, behind the building making out with your high school teacher. Aizawa pushed you against the wall as he held your face, kissing you deeper. Your tongue swirled with his, he pulled back with a wet noise “god your good at this..” he grumbled and grabbed a handful of fat from your thigh and smashed his lips against yours again, using his other hand to twirl with your hair. You two kept this up for a while, only parting for air when needed then going back in for a passionate make out, he leaned down to kiss at your neck and play with your hair. Leaving deep purple hickeys across his neck “god I wanna fuck you dumb…” he mumbled against the skin on your neck

“then do it”

[splishfish]

Sweet Revenge (NSFW)

Shouta Aizawa x AFAB Reader Tags: Edging, Male Orgasm, mentions of masturbation, mentions of sex, Established Relationship, Bondage?

WC: 1.6k You miss him.

It was hard for Shouta to get a day off from his work, both as a teacher and as a Hero. 

At night, when he became Eraser Head, not only was he in charge of keeping himself safe and, well, alive, it was also his job to make sure some random street thugs weren’t using their quirks to make a mess. It was a tiring and endless job, the streets turning into a nightmare of crime and misconduct when the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.

And that was just his job as a Hero, not including the other multiple factors that made his job, well…miserable. But to be honest, his hero job is…decidedly easier than his other job.

As a teacher, not only did he have to carry the responsibilities and lives of his precious students, but also their mental and physical well-being’s. Aside from the physical aspect of it all, like the training and such, he also had to teach them things, as well as grade their tests and homework.

It didn’t help that he cared way too much for his students, and in all honesty, he’d rather die than let anyone even lay a damned finger on his students. Or, as you would call them, his ‘kids’.

Which brings him back to his original point, trying to schedule himself a break.

You, the love of his life, had been waiting oh so patiently for him to come home and spend some quality time with you. Every night, he’d come home late from his tiring night job as a hero, passing out for some hours before waking up early to get ready and head to U.A. An endless cycle. Oh, it hurt your heart to watch your husband work so tirelessly.

At first, you didn’t mind it. That’s what you signed up for when you married in anyways, you knew there would be times when you wouldn’t see him for days on end, that your schedules would inevitably clash until one of you finally managed to find some time for the other.

It usually ended up being you, who adjusted your schedule to find some time to spend for your husband. However, recently you’ve been swamped with work, and adjusting your schedule just wasn’t an option unless you were up for working over time for the next week…which you weren’t.

But now, it’d been far too long since either of you actually had some quality time with each other. Your body was aching for him, both sexually and emotionally.  Your shared bed was always cold when you went to bed, and when you woke up, only the faint scent of his body lingering in the sheets and pillows from when he slept for the few hours he had. You hadn’t had a proper conversation in weeks, hell, at this point it might have been a few months.

Dinner was lonely without him, and when you went to bed, aching and longing for him and his touch, your fingers and toys weren’t nearly enough to satisfy. No, your body was made for Shouta, and without his gentle and loving touch, your body struggled to reach bliss on its own.

You missed him. You missed your husband. You missed Shouta.

So, now, after a bit of pestering and many days of communication through the occasional phone text, Shouta finally managed to find a few days off to rest. When you heard, god, you were ecstatic, sending him so many ‘Thank you!’ texts and small promises for the days to come.

One of them, being something you had been waiting to do for quite some time now…

Now, Shouta is not a bad husband by any means! No, of course not! He was an amazing husband! When he was home, he’d shower you with love and affection, pressing kisses against your forehead and the crown of your head as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears as he hugged you. His love language was physical touch, always wanting to keep you around him at all times, even when it’s not necessary. He loved having his arms around you while you watched tv, loved snuggling up to you in bed, and he especially loved the way you cling onto him during sex, when he’s rutting so sweetly into your sloppy cunny.

It was everything to him. You, are everything to him.

And that’s why he always wants to make you happy. That’s why he put so much effort into finding a few days off that aligned with your schedule, that’s why he was currently tied to a chair, his leaking cock furiously twitching in your hand as you once again denied him his release. It was all to see your sweet smile. 

Your lips curled into a foxy smile, your eyes glossy with arousal and satisfaction as you so meanly snatched your hand away from his cock, enjoying the choked hiss of pain he released. 

His raven hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his flushed face and neck as he tilted his head back, a groan of pain escaping him. He was completely nude, arms tied to the back of the kitchen chair with a bright red ribbon, one you had bought the day you had learned of his time off. His ankles were tied to the legs of the chairs, keeping them spread enough to put his hefty sack on display, so full of cum he had been storing for the months he’d been working.

But that wasn’t what you were looking at now. No. Right now, you were focused on the way his body trembled with arousal, abs rising and falling with each heavy breath that left him, small beads of sweat forming on his god like body as he let out small groans of pain, aching cock so needy and twitchy you could swear a simple gust of wind would cause him to cum.

But you knew better. You knew your sweet husband wouldn’t dare cum until you were satisfied with toying with him. After all, this was supposed to be revenge for all those months of him being gone, leaving you to pathetically fuck yourself until you were sniffling sadly over your weak orgasm.

“God…Please…”

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, a soft hum escaping your lips as you stood up, running a hand through his messy hair to expose his cute face, so sweaty and red as he stared up at you with those desperate eyes. 

You smiled at him, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you spoke.

“Please, what? What is it, my love?”

If you weren’t so determined to keep up this little revenge act, the whiny moan that escaped him would’ve caused you to pounce on him and ride him until you were both drunk on the feel of each other.

“Please…Just…anything…touch me, slap me…please, just…I need to cum…”

You cooed at his words, gently cupping his face and pecking his cheeks, the stubble on his face creating a satisfying feeling against your lips, one you had grown familiar with. You murmured into his cheek, your own body thrumming with arousal.

“My sweet husband…you’re so needy, huh? Oh…I swear you knew that would get me to break…”

And to your credit, you are right. He knew exactly what words to say so he could pull on your heart-strings, the unbearable ache in his cock finally becoming too much for him to handle. Sure, he could have broken out of these binds and taken you whenever he pleased, but god, he loved you far, far, too much to ruin your fun.

He’s not afraid to admit it, but he loved it when you took control, when you put him in his place like this, made him regret ever leaving you for so long on your own…

Yeah, he definitely loves you.

Finally wrapping your hand around his cock again, you used the generous amount of pre-cum to easily cost his cock, resuming your fast pace as you twisted your hand around his cock, now determined to make your husband cum.

A satisfied moan escaped him, his hips jerking up slightly in an attempt to control the speed, but a quick swat to his thigh stopped him. You looked up at him through your lashes, kneeling down between his legs once again to prepare yourself for his release, your mouth aching for a taste of him.

You could see the muscles in his stomach tense and twitch, his balls tightening and his eyes shutting closed, all signs of his fast approaching orgasm. When you finally saw his sack rise and fall in quick succession, you quickly opened your mouth, pointing the tip of his cock into your mouth as you finally, finally, got the taste of his semen on your tongue.

Ropes upon ropes of his sticky seed splattered on your tongue, even going so far as to hit your nose from the violent orgasm. You couldn’t help but moan at the familiar taste, feeling like a starving man who finally got a taste of food after months of being neglected. You could hardly hear the pained hisses and whimpers that escaped him, and it was only when calloused hands pulled your hand away from his clearly raw and tender cock, that you looked back up and saw his face.

His eyes glazed over with lust shot a bullet straight to your groin, and the next words he spoke made you wonder if you’d be able to walk for the next few days.

“Don’t think now that you’ve had your fun, you’re off the hook…we have a long night ahead of us…”

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[mistghost]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮…

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Just a rainy night in the comfort of your home. Laying on their chest listening to every heartbeat of theirs. Them caressing your hair while holding you tight, so you never leave their arms and comfort. Whispering sweet and loving things in your ear while leaving butterflies kisses all over your face. You just melt in their arms, so full of love, so calm, and so full of peace. You just want to stay there forever. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Portas D. Ace, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Sabo, Shota Aizawa, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Izumi Miyamura, Toru Ishikawa, Kakashi Hatake, Iruka Umino, Franken Stein, Spirit Albarn

[aheckinmess]

So, I'm going to attempt to do Kinktober this year as a fun little challenge for myself. But because I'm obsessed with both MHA and JJK right now, I'm writing two versions of each prompt for Kinktober. One with a MHA character and one with a JJK character.

Here's the list I'm working with!

Praise -> Izuku Midoriya/Satoru Gojo

Caught Masturbating -> Tomura Shigaraki/Yuji Itadori

Edging -> Hizashi Yamada/Toge Inumaki

Virgin -> Shouta Aizawa/Satoru Gojo

Begging -> Izuku Midoriya/Yuta Okkotsu

Breeding -> Enji Todoroki/Ryomen Sukuna

Somnophilia -> Shouta Aizawa/Megumi Fushiguro

Spanking -> Hitoshi Shinsou/Kento Nanami

Eating Out -> Hizashi Yamada/Yuji Itadori

Temperature Play -> Enji Todoroki/Choso

Against a Wall -> Eijiro Kirishima/Megumi Fushiguro

Predator/Prey -> Dabi/Yuta Okkotsu

Bondage -> Shouta Aizawa/Kento Nanami

Monsterfucking -> Fumikage Tokoyami/Ryomen Sukuna

Fuck or Die -> Tomura Shigaraki/Suguru Geto

In Public -> Hawks/Toge Inumaki

Knife Play -> Twice/Suguru Geto

Size Difference -> Toshinori Yagi/Toji Fushiguro

Dom/Sub -> Enji Todoroki/Kento Nanami

Orgasm Denial -> Tamaki Amajiki/Yuji Itadori

Hate Fuck -> Katsuki Bakugo/Toji Fushiguro

Deep Throating -> Hitoshi Shinsou/Megumi Fushiguro

Pet Play -> Hawks/Suguru Geto

Sleepy/Morning Sex -> Snipe/Megumi Fushiguro

Masks -> Twice/Choso

Olfactophilia -> Katsuki Bakugo/Toge Inumaki

Roleplay -> Snipe/Choso

Punishment -> Dabi/Choso

Blindfolds -> Mr. Compress/Satoru Gojo

Biting -> Eijiro Kirishima/Toji Fushiguro

Aftercare -> Mr. Compress/Yuta Okkotsu

[carefreecoffee]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Hi Neighbor!: Aizawa Shouta x readerˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Word count: 1.8k, Gender neutral reader

You knew that living on your own wasn't going to be easy at first. Moving in, making friends, finishing paperwork, all of it had finally caught up to you. As the weeks eased in and the weather got warmer, you increasingly found those hardships to have become fruitless. Their meaning no longer evident as you happily walked up to your floor, fishing your keys out of your pocket.

As you lift your head, a yellow paper is seen hanging on the front of your door, bold letters harboring it.

“TENANTS!!

PLEASE REGARD THE FOLLOWING RULES AND REGULATIONS…”

You quirk a brow, reading over the lists. He was basically pitching a rant through the ink, talking about rent increases if any of the following were to continue. Noise, damage, even new utility fees.

The hell!? This was not the first time he's done this but it would be the last time you'd put up with it.

As you look over the paper once more, you can hear footsteps approaching, possibly another tenant. They stop behind you, you peek over to see what you assumed to be your neighbor across the hall holding the same yellow paper in his hand. 

You had never been able to properly introduce yourself to him, he had always seemed so reserved and distant. A small grunt leaves his chest as he reads. You decide to clear your throat after a moment, facing him slightly.

“...bullshit, right?”

All he does is nod in response, folding the paper up and headinging inside of his apartment.

Quite reserved…too reserved. You knew you could crack him one of these days.

About a week goes by before that eye sore of a yellow paper seems to make it back to your door. You groan, ripping it off and staring at it intently. All you needed when getting off of work was a nice hot bath and your comfort food. No this. Apparently people had been disregarding the “rules”, Yeah right. Like a landlord could legally make you do anything listed.

In your silent frustration, it seems your neighbor had arrived at his home once more, taking off the paper and glancing at you, noticing how deep you were in your frustration.

“You were right”

You perk your head up curiously, meeting the man's gaze. You had never been able to get a good look at him until now but damn was he a sight to behold. A sharp jaw, even sharper eyes, dark hair disheveled but actually kinda suited him and a rather sizable scar under his eye. Curious..

You tilt your head, “Right about what?”

He looks down at the paper, “It's bullshit.” You stand there in silence, Did he really just quote you from days ago?? So he was listening..

You nod eagerly, “Exactly! Who does this guy think he is? Can't even come home in peace, y’know?” You make eye contact with him once more, folding the paper absentmindedly between your fingers.

You notice the slight tilt of a grin surrounded by his rough stubble. All he replies with is a quaint ‘yeah’ before returning into his apartment.

You were getting closer, you knew it. You wouldn't pressure him but would it really hurt to get to know eachother better? Maybe this landlord fiasco would be your in.

As you're making your way up your complex stairs, you notice the man from before standing there in the hall. He must've gotten there before you. You wave with a quick hello, hoping to garner his attention one way or another. He doesn't reply, it wasn't unusual but it ticked you off a bit. Looking over his shoulder slightly, you notice a blue slip now in his grasp. Low and behold, it's on your door as well. 

You swipe it off, not caring of the condition. It seems that nothing has gotten better, the landlord being more like a land demon at this point reeking havoc on your paychecks. It wasn't your guys’ fault that the utilities and expenses were shitty, maybe he should take better responsibility of his complex and maybe-

“I think your slip has taken enough hits” You’re cut out of your thinking by the sound of the man's voice breaking the silence. You glance at him quizzically, “Huh?”

He nods down towards the blue paper in your tight grasp, “You’ve been staring daggers into it for a couple minutes now.” Oh god did he see that?! You quickly compose yourself. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. This land lord is gonna be the death of me though, maybe even my paycheck” 

He stifles a chuckle, you immediately look over at the strictly stoic man in front of you. A small grin makes its way to your face from the sound, you’ve finally cracked him…at least to some degree.

“Seriously. This guy does not know how to back off.” He crumples the paper in his grasp, unlocking his apartment door. You hum in agreement, going to unlock your own door as well before turning to the man. “Hey, i never caught your name”

He turns around, black strands of hair slightly obscuring his face as he grumbles out, “...Aizawa”

You nod, a small smile gracing your face. “L/N, nice to finally make your acquaintance, Aizawa”

He’s silent for a moment, giving you a curt nod as he enters his home. You sighed, walking into your apartment and kicking your shoes off. It was tough, though knowing you had made some sort of progress with the rugged man gave your heart an elated sensation, and maybe one day it’ll be easier to catch his attention.

Its been a couple days, whenever you had come home it seems he was already there in his own and vice versa, like your paths were rarely meeting. The smell of the food you were preparing for dinner filled the dim air in your apartment, it had been the one day you had off of work and damnit if you weren’t going to enjoy the hell out of it. 

As you turned down the heat on the stove, a pert knock was heard on your door. You set the stove down to the lowest setting and put the lid over it, “One moment, please!” Your voice rang in reference to the door, quickly cleaning off your hands and looking through the peephole. 

It was.. Aizawa? Well, now this was quite unusual, he had never approached you directly before so why now? 

You opened the door to be met with his face, “Hey Aizawa-Kun, something the matter?” You leaned on the doorway, taking in his usual cold demeanor. He had his arms crossed, long black tee and pants as usual; what's new?

Aizawa looks up and down the hallway before looking back at you, his hair hiding his eyes as usual. He lets out a small sigh before speaking, "Can I come in for a minute?" You nod, “Oh yeah, of course” You move out of the way, letting him in. As he enters, he immediately takes note of the smell of food coming from the kitchen. He takes a moment to look around your apartment before speaking again

"You were in the middle of cooking?"

You look over to the kitchen, waving it off. “Oh yeah, don't worry, it's just simmering.” You cross your arms and look at him curiously “Sooo, what's up?”

"Well..." He hesitates for a moment, his hand going up to his hair and gripping some strands as his eyes glance at the ground before looking back at you. "You see... I'm... I'm moving out soon..."

Your face drops slightly at the statement, taken aback by the declaration. “Oh” That's all you could muster. You weren’t too close with him but you can't lie that you were getting used to his usual small talk. He nods his head slowly and lets go of the strands of hair in his hand. "Yes... I already found another place to stay but I wanted to keep in touch with you.” 

Your head perks up at that. Keep in touch with you?? After all of his one-offs and solemn demeanor, you didn't think he’d actually want to get to know you more like you did with him. 

He notices how you perk up when he mentions keeping in touch with you and feels some relief. He runs a hand through his hair again and nods. "Yes. We didn't get to know each other that much since we only really spoke a few times and well...I enjoyed the little conversations we had and I was hoping we could continue talking even though I won't be living next to you anymore.."

Part of you was jumping with glee, feeling straight out of a slice of life manga- but no, you can't get ahead of yourself. You barely know him, you talked a few times and maybe he was just that interesting but…but… damnit.

“Yes! Of course! I-i mean yeah totally” You scramble over to your living room, grabbing your phone off of the table and handing it to him, contacts open. You swear you saw a hint of a smirk on his face as he took the device from you, punching in his numbers and handing it abc. You quickly made his contact and nodded. “I’ll text you in a bit so you have my number, ‘kay?” 

Your eagerness was met with his usual calm and stoic demeanor, you didn't care about it now because you learned it's a part of him. There was nothing more to earn than his attention. He nods, opening the door slightly. “I’ll look out for it” 

The small grin on your face never fades, holding your phone in your slightly sweaty palm, “I hope your moving goes well!” You move to hold the door open as he leaves, waving to him as he enters his almost-former apartment. 

Closing the door, you couldn't help but take in the interaction. Did that just happen? Are you hallucinating? You walk back to the kitchen, taking the lid off of the food and putting the heat up. 

You glance at your phone, seeing his contact ‘Aizawa’. Nope, not dreaming. You text hastily.

“Hi! It's L/N from across the hall, making sure you have my number!”

You set the phone back down as if it were on fire. Was that too straightforward? You stir the food. Was that too preppy? The food sizzles slightly on the pan. Should you have- ‘ping!’

You pick up the phone quickly, the light illuminating your eager expression. 

“Got it, thank you L/N.”

“If you are wanting to, i would like to take you to the cafe just down the road.”

Now you were shitting bricks. Duh! Of course you would! You’d love nothing more!

“Sounds awesome! Let's plan it one of these days :)”

Now you felt as if you didn't have to worry about how excited you were, in this moment you could care less just knowing he was thinking about you in his own, Aizawa way. To say you ate in peace was an understatement, the prospect of hanging out with the solemn man on what could realistically be called a date made the food somehow taste 100x better. Maybe even 100,000x.

[m1sa22aman3]

If you don’t think Aizawa would adopt a older cat that nobody else would take home because he wants to let it live the rest of its life outside of a cage you’re wrong btw (especially if it’s black because of the superstition)

[randomchaosyay]

Shoto Todoroki - Morse Code

Inspired by this post by @ouch-thats-harsh

A/n: Inspiration strikes! Im running on two hours of sleep!

Warnings: None :D

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Sho always tapped his fingers against his desk. You thought nothing of it, chalking it up to a nervous habit or something he did out of boredom. But recently, you had decided to learn morse code. It was a random urge really, you weren’t quite sure where it came from, but you did it, learning little by little in the little free time you had over the past few weeks.

You were mostly always swamped with homework and doing hero work via your provisional hero license. The other free time you had, you usually spent with your boyfriend Shoto, cuddling as he caught you up to speed with what you’ve missed in class due to being out heroing, as well as talking about your new favorite theories. His current favorite theory was Shinso Hitoshi being Aizawa and Present Mic’s love child.

Currently, you and Sho were in the common room of your dorm, eating breakfast. You were rather excited to tell Sho about mastering morse code, but everytime you tried, you were somehow not so rudely interrupted by one of your classmates talking about something else.

Finally, you were all on your way to class, the loud food induced chatter settling down to quiet yawns and tired grumbles. Your hand was intertwined with your boyfriend’s as you walked to class. Just as you were about to tell him about learning morse code, you figured no one would interrupt you this time. You were wrong. What you could only assume was a caffeine fueled Midoriya was practically bouncing off the walls, asking everyone about any recent modifications to their hero suits and impacts on their quirks. You wondered when the last time was that the poor boy had slept.

Once you and Shoto reached the door, you decided to tap out a quick “I love you” to the back of his hand, before you had to untwine your fingers and separate from each other to get to your seats, which luckily were pretty close.

“I love you too.” Shoto responded out loud mindlessly.

Both of you froze. You just stood there. Looking at each other in complete and utter shock.

“You know morse code??” You both questioned the other at the same time.

After a slight arguement about who was to explain first, Sho told you how he and his sibling use it to trash talk his father and to talk to his siblings when his father tried isolating him, Fuyumi and Natsuo originally came up with it for Touya but never got to use it with him. Giving him a hug for confort, you told him how you’d learned it just recently on a whim. Before you could converse any further, Denki and Jirou called the Aizawa alarm and you all had to get to your seats. There was a small smile on his face as he walked back to his seat, that went unnoticed by you.

As class went on, you heard Shoto’s familiar pattern of tapping, the way he did every class. Except now, you realized, it had a meaning. ‘I’m bored. I wish I could just ditch and go cuddle Y/n’. You had to hold in a gasp at that as your heart melted slightly, everyday Sho had been tapping that out, other varieties of that as well. And you had no idea until today. ‘Sho we can’t just ditch class’, you tapped back. He turned slightly to look at you, a pleasantly surprised smile adorning his handsome features.

‘Yeah but this stuff is easy and cuddling is more fun’. You could almost hear his voice saying it in a matter of fact tone. ‘Not everyone is top of the class like you Sho.” You responded playfully. You two went on talking to each other for the rest of class. Most of it was about random things, like when Sho reiterated how similar Aizawa and Shinso look, with their eyebags and smile and such. You really loved him, every single thing about him.

Aizawa didn’t notice somehow, but that was probably because your taps were quiet since the two of you didn’t sit that far apart. Or maybe you two were just oblivious to his glares, floating off into your own world until he’d given up with a shake of his head. Problem children.

‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

Learning morse code was a pretty good decision huh?

[otakubimbo]

Sleeping Beauty

Aizawa x Reader

hi, i think this is gender neutral? but also i'm in a sensei frenzy so uhm yeah teachers hot on the brain butg also look at me writing an actual drabble.

Aizawa wasn’t happy being dragged to UA halls so late at night because Mic forgot something in his office, but his friend wouldn’t take no for an answer when he asked him to accompany him there. A grown man who doesn’t want to go anywhere without his ‘best friend’, how irritating when he was already so exhausted and just wanted to relax in his bed. Aizawa wasn’t paying attention to what Mic was saying as they walked the empty halls until the two came across the faint light left on in the teacher's lounge.

The last person he saw in the teacher's lounge before the end of the day was you. You had claimed you were just going to finish up on getting the student evaluations together and then you would head back home, you promised you weren’t going to stay late, but you had a habit of overworking yourself. He told you explicitly that it wasn’t important for them to be completed that day, but you were stubborn, and when put to a task you were going to complete it.

An exasperated sigh left his lips knowing that you were, probably, in the lounge hopefully at least asleep on the couch in there but most likely not. It wouldn’t have been the first time that he’s caught you sleeping at work, and probably won’t be the last. Present Mic's voice cuts into Aizawa’s thoughts of the possibility of you in the lounge as the louder man questions the light both are seeing.

“Stop yelling” Aizawa cuts off Mic's questions as the two of them walk towards the lounge. As the two approached the room, Aizawa’s suspicions were confirmed as he heard your familiar soft snores coming from inside. Immediately at seeing your sleeping form, Present Mic starts gushing about how cute you are asleep as Aizawa tries to hush him to not disturb you. Although Mic was right, you were adorable when you slept. Your expression is so soft, so relaxed, not your usual frantic busy self.

Mic’s voice cuts Aizawa out of his thoughts again as he asks if they should wake you up so that you can get better rest at home. Aizawa shakes his head, knowing that if they woke you up you would just continue working at home sleep evading you once again, work being your priority over your health. He could admit that you did look uncomfortable while you slept, a pencil still in your hand, your glasses crooked as your face was smushed onto the table you were sitting at, he couldn’t just leave you like that. Aizawa moves without thinking, fetching a sleeping bag he keeps in there for his afternoon naps and laying it on the couch behind you. He delicately takes the pencil out of your hand and the glasses off your face, placing them down next to the copious amounts of paperwork that surround you. Present Mic watches in uncharacteristic silence as his friend gently picks you up, attempting not to wake you from your slumber, and placing you on the couch zipping out the sleeping bag for your comfort. Mic had never seen his friend be so caring to someone else like this, a knowing grin spread across his face as he continued to watch Aizawa get your papers in order. The care that Aizawa was taking with your things, trying not to smudge your glasses or mess up your paper system you had going on made Mic's smile grow even more. Aizawa liked you and liked you a lot, it was obvious, at least to Mic it was. After setting your stuff in order, Aizawa writes a note on one of his sticky notes, placing it on top of your papers.

“What,” Aizawa asks, with the usual bored expression on his face as he finishes with your things, looking at Mic's obnoxious grin. Mic just shook his head, knowing that if he spoke up, he would be too loud and wake you up and that wouldn’t fare well with Aizawa. As the two men leave the lounge, Aizawa takes one last look at you smiling faintly seeing you zipped up in HIS sleeping bag, turning the light off to allow you to get at least a few more hours of sleep.

You woke up in a confused haze. The last thing you remembered was working on the 1-A evaluations, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and finish the final paperwork. But now, you were in the dark and you couldn’t see, if you weren’t so comfortable you probably would have panicked. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that you are still in the teachers’ lounge and the reason you can’t see is that you don’t have your glasses on. All right well, at least you know where you are but then you’re taken aback again as you try to sit up and you realize you’re confined by something. A familiar scent hits your nose as you attempt to free yourself from whatever is confiding in you. Aizawa. It smelled of Aizawa, like coffee and bourbon, and the sweet smell of his vanilla conditioner. Your hand grazes a ripper, ah, you were in a sleeping bag. Aizawa’s sleeping bag. Your face flushes as you look around to see if he is still in there with you, but you are alone. Inhaling deeply as you fight the urge to snuggle deeper into the protective cocoon that you’ve been placed in, almost forgetting the work you had to finish. Eventually, freeing yourself from the sleeping bag, you easily find your glasses on the table with the rest of your things placed, sorted, and finished??? You were sure you weren’t done with everything before you accidentally passed out. As you look over the evaluations, you see a cat-themed sticky note that reads;

stop falling asleep at work, you’re welcome.

You smiled gently to yourself, knowing the culprit behind all of this. You start collecting your things as you try to force back the girlish giggles, he was so cute when he wanted to be. He had tucked you into his sleeping bag and finished the evaluations for you. The two of you had only been growing closer, but you were hoping that one day it could be something more than the simple companionship that the two of you shared.

[aaizawashouta]

Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

pairing: aizawa shouta x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

summary: who says you’re old at 30?

warnings: smut - oral (f receiving) 18+, minors dni

a/n: hi. i’m 30 today

“I’m old.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m over the hill.”

Shouta sighs from where he sits at the edge of your bed. Good eye on the bathroom door where he can make out the movement of your shadow. Your voice echoes as you mumble under your breath as you do your nightly routine. God forbid you go to sleep without a moisturized face.

“That’s when you’re fifty.”

“Which I am a year closer to.”

“And still twenty away from.” He says with a roll of his eyes, not like you can see anyway.

“I don’t know. Pretty sure I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

“Oh my god.”

You pop out of the bathroom, his shirt hanging off your shoulder, face smooth and fresh. Your toothbrush in one hand, the other holding your hip as you stare him down.

“I’m turning thirty, Sho. Thirty!” You stomp your foot, pouting where you stand.

“Certainly aren’t acting fucking thirty.”

You don’t catch on to his tone, another stomp of your foot with an annoyed huff. He watches you as you turn on your heel and head back into the bathroom. He’s not sure what the problem is. He can’t recall freaking out this much when he turned thirty. Given, he also doesn’t care like you do. But it’s not like you haven’t known. You’ve spent the last year being twenty-nine.

A shrill shriek emits from where you are, and he’s up in your space in a blink of an eye. Pushing away from the counter, you glance at him with a frown on your face. Hair pulled back, face finished of your complex routine. A pang hits him as he meets your eye. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Always have been, always will be. Even when you're thirty.

“What? What is it?” He asks, front brushing against your back.

You turn your gaze back on your reflection. Slightly, you shift your head. Left to right, right to left. Shouta leans in trying to see what you see.

“I’m getting gray hair.”

“Sweetheart,”

You turn around, nipples brushing against his chest through the thin material of your sleep shirt. His eyebrows raise at the pout you wear. Normally he wouldn’t entertain this attitude you’ve got going on, but you look so fucking cute he can’t help but indulge.

“Are you still going to love me?”

Oh, for fucks sake. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you on to the counter. Your fingers dig into his shoulders from the sudden movement. You're face to face now, eye level with each other. Shouta can see the amusement lighting up your eyes. The present pout starts to lose out to a smirk as it pulls at your lips.

“I’m going to love you for the rest of our lives.” He says as his hand trails up your thigh. His thumb runs over your hip, and groans slightly when he discovers you aren’t wearing underwear.

“Wa-what are you doing?”

You know exactly what he’s doing. Shouta bends at the knee for no one. Only for you is he willing to kneel. Plus, tomorrow is your birthday, what better way to bring in your thirties? His hands grope at your thighs. Strong fingers digging into the flesh, keeping them from closing.

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart. You swallow, breathing shallow, taking him in as his large hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. Nothing but putty in his hands. Been that way since you met him. You’re still not sure how he knew. Could just see it in you. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him. But that’s the point, isn’t it? You give and he takes. Shouta is good, great even, at what he does. He’ll never take what he can’t give in return.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“This all for me, sweetheart?” His voice is smug from between your thighs. “Your cunt tastes so much better, though, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Yeah, I know it does.”

You clench around nothing. The forcefulness of his voice. You moan at his words. He gave nothing else before diving in. You whimper, head falling back against the mirror.

“Sweet girl, you going to give me what I want?” he asks.

“Please.” It’s a whimper, it’s a plea, it’s music to his ears.

His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. He’s done this hundreds of times, pushed you over the edge so many times. Everytime feels like the first time. A whimper escapes you.

“Fuck, fuck me,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Sweetheart.” He says, voice thick with amusement. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, his nose catching against your clit. You whisper his name, it falls from your lips like a hymn. He holds you open like a book he’s been dying to read. Licking up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Easy.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering, moans spilling out of you. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it. You feel like you’re in the sky. Head in the clouds and you aren’t sure you’re ever coming back down. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It sends you over.

Waves come crashing down. You’re surrounded by your orgasm, on the brink of drowning. It’s dragging you down, making it hard to breathe. The only thing you know is pleasure, pleasure and the familiar sting of pain. You hear it—hear him. The sound of his voice bringing you back to shore. Can hear him calling your name, feel him kissing his way up your body until his hot breath is tickling your ear. Your eyes flutter open, his steady gaze meeting your glazed eyes. Shouta’s wearing a fucking smug look on his face because he knows you blacked out there for a minute. Groaning, you sit up, pushing him back.

“Just because you’ve got a magic mouth doesn’t mean I’m going to forget I’m getting old.”

He just laughs before pulling you off the counter and ushering you to the bed. “That was only the first one. Sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even know how to count past five let alone to thirty.”

“Alright old man, show me what you got.”

Shouta’s smug grin turns feral. He’s only two years older than you. He’s going to make you eat your words.

[lance-space-mommy]

Unknowingly Mysterious But Funny

Quirk analysis was something Izuku did the moment he learned how to write. He’s always been in love with heroes and quirks abilities, so he decided to combine the two.

With each year that passed, Izuku filled 1-2 notebooks full of hero analysis. As time passed his abilities sharpened. He was better at reading battles, comprehending moves, and determining the difference between calculated fighting and quick reflexes.

Putting his analysis to use was nothing more than a dream Izuku had. Of course, that’s all his life could be without a quirk. He’d never be able to investigate what he’s capable of or think about how his quirk would work against different quirks. He was quirkless, the baseline of human capabilities.

Then the unthinkable happens, he meets the underground hero Eraserhead. It was completely by accident, but upon revealing his accurate hero analysis to the underground hero, it was hard to convince the adult that.

No one he’d ever met in his life had told him that he would be a good hero. So, imagine his surprise when the underground pro hero Eraserhead told him that he had great potential.

It was a dream come true.

The moment he shared with Aizawa was enough to motivate him to train to near perfection. When the entrance exam came, Izuku felt confident of his performance in all aspects. As he walked home, he knew he aced the written portion, and he did manage to destroy a handful of bots before saving a girl stuck under rubble.

Still, saving the girl was no easy feat and Recovery Girl handed him some gummies to replenish his strength. As Izuku finished enjoying the stamina gummy from Recovery Girl, she slipped a note to him. Raising a brow, he opened it up slowly. Inside contained a small keycard and a room number written on it.

Initially confusion plagued Izuku. He was an average applicant to UA with no special ties to the school. He had never met Recovery Girl before either, so it was shocking that she approached him for the sole purpose of slipping a note.

It felt like a set up, but he had to put his trust in the heroes. Maybe the applicants that were going to be accepted all got a secret note? Still there were a lot of successful people within his group alone who haven’t gotten a note.

Marching his way to the front doors of the main building, he was shocked to see the card worked. As he entered the corridors of the building, excitement filled his being. He was walking inside the number one hero school in Japan: the notorious UA. Being able to see his dream school in person was nothing short of a dream come true.

The corridors were tall, wide, and painfully long. The doors that led to rooms were just as big as the rest of the building. So much so that Izuku wondered how many individuals with gigantism-based quirks attended UA.

When he reached the room, he happily opened the door only to be greeted by a white… mouse?

“Welcome Izuku Midoriya, I apologize for the inconvenience. I am Principal Nezu,” introduced Nezu fondly, wearing a small smile with his paws resting on the table top.

“Oh! It’s a pleasure to meet you, mister Nezu sir!” squeaked Midoriya as he violently bowed.

“No need to be formal. I simply couldn’t resist meeting the person who caught the attention of Eraserhead,” revealed the adult charmingly.

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Really? Did he tell you that?”

Nezu nodded slowly, closing his eyes as his smile grew, spreading across his face. “Yes, he did. He told me everything. I must say, from what I’ve heard and with what I’ve seen today. You’ve made me want to do something I haven’t done in a long time.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Midoriya barely mustered the courage to ask, “What may that be if you don’t mind me asking?”

“How would you like to take the final test to become my personal student?”

Midoriya became the first student in ten years to become Nezu’s personal student. While Midoriya wanted to be in the hero course, Nezu promised that his curriculum was nearly identical, but the difficulty level was higher and there was more focus on the analytical and craft behind detective work for heroes.

Midoriya quickly became a hot topic in the school within the first month. No one knew who Midoriya was and apparently, he was hard to track.

Most students only knew who was in their classes and people in their grade. So, the only people who had a good chance of figuring out who Midoriya was were the first years, still they could mistake Midoriya for an upperclassman.

It didn’t take long for the attention to fall off Midoriya when UA found themselves in hot water. It became a recurring theme which caught the attention of Midoriya.

After spending two weeks analyzing class 1-A in secret, Midoriya determined he wanted to be their friend. He didn’t want to be the one to approach considering Bakugo was in the class and had bullied Midoriya up until they no longer saw each other.

Midoriya planted himself near Aizawa a lot more often. Class 1-A were constantly in close contact with their homeroom teacher so it didn’t take long for word to spread about a mysterious boy with green hair and freckles to spread among the group.

Kirishima and Kaminari were the most vocal about their curiosity and had gained the confidence to ask about it.

“Mister Aizawa,” called out Kirishima quickly.

“Yes, Kirishima,” sighed Aizawa, already knowing the red head was up to something judging from the look on Kaminari’s face.

Kirishima sucked in a breath before asking the question that plagued class 1-A’s minds. “Who is the green haired boy that always talks to you?”

Aizawa raised a brow, seeming rather indifferent to the question. “That’s Midoriya, Nezu’s student.”

The entire class erupted into chaos. They were the first people to know the identity of the secret student. Bakugo remained still in his seat, fuming at the reminder that Midoriya got into some special program of UA. Despite his irritation, he reminded himself Midoriya still didn’t make it into the hero course.

It was Wednesday and class 1-A was heading to the field for their two-hour gym session. Everything was progressing as normal until Aizawa waved to someone from behind the group.

Midoriya rushed past in a gym uniform wearing a bright smile. One by one, jaws dropped and eyes widened. No one could believe Midoriya was joining them for class.

“Everyone meet Midoriya. Today he will be joining us per Nezu’s request. He will 1v1 each of you for five minutes to analyze your quirk. This is a serious assignment for him compared to what it if for you all so do not mess around.”

As the sparring began, Midoriya made it clear he meant business. Everyone watched as his eyes concentrated on everything his opponent did and how they utilized their quirk. A common theme became clear. He’d grasp an understanding of the quirk and then use said quirk against its user.

In the end, he’d force his enemy to fight without their quirk which led to quick victory. Midoriya struggled with Tokoyami, Bakugo, and Todoroki. The quirks were overpowering, and only extensive use would lead to his ability to win. Still, Tokoyami was weakened by the sunlight. The blast and smoke residue from Bakugo’s explosions created blind spots that could be taken advantage of. Todoroki only used his ice side so Midoriya could take advantage of the unused left side.

By the time Midoriya went through everyone in the class, he was exhausted but pleased. He made his way over to Aizawa and pulled out his notebook.

“I got everything I need. You can resume normal training,” informed Midoriya bluntly, waving his pen at the group before him.

Aizawa grinned, peaking at the notes. “Send me your analysis whenever you finish. I can use your notes for future training ideas.”

“I can do that. I’ll put an emphasis on weaknesses then for you,” chuckled Midoriya, scribbling down on the page as he talked.

Midoriya sat on the ground, writing for the remaining thirty minutes as the class ran laps on the tracks. It was a rather peaceful moment for Midoriya.

While he’d never regret accepting Nezu’s offer, he wondered what all he missed out on by not following the typical hero route. Nonetheless, he was content. The class ended and he returned to Nezu to finish his analysis.

If class 1-A hadn’t already been hooked on Midoriya, they were now. Not only was he super smart, but he was incredibly powerful despite never displaying his quirk. Never once did he make a big show about winning or overpowering everyone. He was humble.

It became a mission for the class to catch Midoriya when he was alone. After spending an additional week trying to track him down, Momo had gotten an inside scoop that he frequented the rooftop to eat on Fridays.

When Friday rolled around, a small group was to greet him on the roof. Everyone knew it would be dumb to overwhelm him and risk missing their shot.

Uraraka, Kirishima, and oddly Todoroki were selected to go. Uraraka and Kirishima were selected to go because of their friendly and calm nature. Apparently, Todoroki had a fascination with Midoriya after their fight. No one knew they had been talking to one another during those five minutes, but it was enough for Midoriya to change Todoroki’s life.

When they spotted Midoriya on the roof he seemed to be doing an assignment. His back was facing them to avoid the sun messing up his laptop screen.

As they approached, they realized he was talking to himself. To be honest, it was not talking, but rather mumbling.

As they got closer to peek at the screen like a bunch of stalkers, they saw he was watching a video about categorizing quirks by eye color.

Right as Kirishima went to greet Midoriya, the boy spoke a bit louder than before. It was clear Midoriya was exasperated when he remarked, “Pink must mean… teleportation. And not that someone farted in both their eyes.”

Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laughter despite doing her best to quickly cover her mouth. It seemed that Kirishima was on the same page as he stepped back to laugh as well, grabbing his stomach.

Meanwhile Todoroki was standing there with a blank face. He thought Midoriya was being serious in his analysis, so he thought nothing of the comment.

Yelping at the sudden laughter coming from directly behind him, Midoriya whipped his head around. Initially Midoriya had been scared he was going to be bullied, but quickly relaxed upon seeing the familiar faces.

“Bro has anyone ever told you that you are super funny?” sighed Kirishima, trying to catch his breath.

Uraraka was wiping her tears from laughing so hard. Still, she managed to suck in enough air to agree. “Yeah, that little comment you made was hilarious.”

With his face blooming a bright red, Midoriya waved his hands violently. “No! That’s so crude of me! Please ignore that!”

Kirishima went to sit with Midoriya, flashing a charming smile. “Nah man, that was amazing!”

Todoroki smiled, sitting down as well. “Hello Midoriya.”

Turning to look at Todoroki, Midoriya flashed a soft smile. “Hi Todoroki.”

Uraraka looked back and forth between Midoriya and Todoroki before smirking. There wasn’t much there currently, but she felt a romance blooming.

“Oh, are you two close?” questioned Uraraka knowingly. It was clear Todoroki knew something more than them when it came to Midoriya.

Midoriya shook his head. “No, I’ve only talked to him the day I joined your class for training.”

Never once taking his eyes off Midoriya, Todoroki narrowed his eyes. “Why aren’t you in the hero course with us?”

Kirishima gawked at Todoroki’s audacity. He knew Todoroki was rather blunt, but this was a new level.

“I applied for the hero course! Uraraka was in the same group as me,” chuckled Midoriya, closing his laptop.

“Yeah, you saved me from the giant zero-pointer,” gasped Uraraka, bowing her head. “Thank you again for that. I wouldn’t be here right now if it hadn’t been for you!”

“Nonsense! You proved that you are a hero by earning all of those points! Either way, I know it may be confusing why I’m not in the hero course,” chuckled Midoriya awkwardly.

Flashing a charming smile, Kirishima pressed a bit. “So, what’s your story?”

“I accidentally met Aizawa in middle school. I managed to impress him, and he recommended me to Nezu. I passed Nezu’s test and accepted his offer to be his student,” revealed Midoriya swiftly, not one to enjoy talking about his achievements in front of others.

Todoroki looked into Midoriya’s eyes, laying it on thick as he announced, “You are truly amazing. I think my dad’s homophobic so dating you would be perfect.”

While Midoriya looked a mix of flattered and mortified, Uraraka and Kirishima fell into another fit of laughter.

Their conversation moved fast and didn’t make a lot of sense, but it felt right, nonetheless.

Despite the different path Midoriya took, it seems that he was still a part of the normal hero course. He made friends with the class, and even found a potential love interest.

Who would’ve thought showing off analysis and joking about pink eye would’ve been the two leading causes of his wonderful life.

[bitthisweekend]

Gojo and Aizawa Fucking the udder shit out of you

Warnings: Overstim, 2 doms/1 sub, oral (f &m receiving & giving), pure uncut smut😁

MDNI 🔞 (your welcome sinners😉🤫)

You absolutely have no idea how or what got you in this situation but as you’re desperately grasping for the desk and sanity, these two godly men are having turns fucking you into oblivion.

You were aimlessly talking to Itadori and Deku, at an exchange event, about the best strategies taking down villains and exercising curses. When these two ask to talk to you… privately. One thing led to another, and here you are Japan’s strongest sorcerer eating you out while you sucking class 1A’s home room teacher’s cock like a lollipop.

“Oh my god she tastes so good” Gojo says, coming up for air, shortly before going back to eating you out. “ You keep that up” Aizawa groans as you moan and whine around his length as you cum again just from Gojo licking your sensitive clit, “Imma cum all the way down that pretty throat of yours, kitty cat.” Aizawa grabs a handful of your hair starts forcing you back and forth on his cock, meanwhile Gojo is beginning to get restlessly horny just from the sight of you spread out in front of him. So in retaliation, he says “Get ready, baby” as he slowly pumps his cock in his hand a few times before teasing your entrance with his tip “because I’m not holding back any more.”

With a final shove, Gojo’s cock was in and Aizawa was immediately cumming down your throat, due to you screaming on his cock, and jealous, “Gojo” he says through gritted teeth “put her on her side and you Fuchs her pussy and I fuck her ass.”

“sure” was all you heard before being flipped on your side and fucked relentlessly by the two senseis and you knew damn well that weren’t walking out of this period. As they both abused your holes all you could was moan for the pleasure, whine from overstimulation, and mumble nonsense and say their names while panting. In all and all, this is normal, but what caught you off guard was that they were working together to fuck you up. It was until Gojo said “ She’s clamping down for me” that you knew you fucked up…..

“N-n-o — nnghh— it’s me. Right ki-t—Ty” Aizawa moans struggling to keep it together. Thru their arguing and interrupting moans, they both buckle their hips and are praising you for doing an “amazing job” and not passing out

(AN: this my first ever smut. So please show me where I need improvement in writing and stay horny sinners😏)

[cherrybunniesposts]

MINDBOUND

After learning that a dangerous weapons dealer may be in cahoots with the League of Villains, Aizawa knows he can't let this man walk free. Aizawa follows him into the League of Villians lair, but what happens when the beloved pro hero is captured by the very man he was supposed to hunt?

Author's note: hi lovelies! this post features Aizawa×older!male reader. This is a one-shot, and likely will not be expanded further. Reader is alluded to being an older wealthy gentleman with his hands in dirty deals, but not directly part of the League of Villians himself. POV alternates between Aizawa, Reader, and third person. Thank you to @princeasimdiya12 for requesting this! ♡

Content Warning: kidnapping, restraints, dub con, chastity cages, hypnosis, male squirting, degradation,use of vibrators, overstimulation, male n!pple play, shoe riding, abuse of power. Manipulation, implications of master/slave BDSM dynamics towards the end.

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"oh? what's this?"

Aizawa lets out a startled grunt as a large hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling the hero's head back in one easy movement. The hold was demeaning; making him feel as though he was no better than a small kitten being grabbed by the scruff of their neck in correction.

Relying on honed instincts as he tries to get clear eye contact with the man currently holding him by the neck, his quirk is rendered ineffective as his vision was blurred at the edges. He could faintly make out key features like dark slicked back hair, a grey suit and ruby red tie, and a hooked nose- and yet his eyes were lazy and unfocused, as if trying to peer through smudged lenses of glass.

When Aizawa had been tipped off that the older gentlemen in a suit and carrying a metal briefcase may have direct involvement with the League of Villians, he had been quick to act. The League of Villians were powerful enough individually with their quirks, but if human weaponry was involved in their upcoming plans, he feared what would happen to innocent citizens if this rumored deal was successful. However, the man seemed to have caught wind of the pro hero on his tails and had set a trap instead. Slinking back in the shadows and waiting until the hero was distracted by toga and two face arguing - taking advantage of his window of opportunity.

"Don't you pro heroes learn? Little heros shouldn't stick their noses where they don't belong."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he once again attempted eye contact with the older gentleman, needing to get the upper hand in this situation. Instead of the intended effect, his vision blurs further and his limbs begin to feel weighed down as if being dragged under water. Who was this man, and why was his quirk not working on him?

"Not to worry though, a pet can always learn new tricks with the right teachings. Let's see how handsome you'll look on your knees."

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The wealthy gentleman reclines in his loveseat across from the slumped over hero, tapping his finger on his glass of whiskey patiently. After watching the pro hero collapse to the ground, it had been easy to load Aizawa into his car and bring him back to his home office. He had been reluctant to do so but had eventually settled on restraining the pro hero's wrists with rope and covering his eyes with the ruby tie he had slipped off of his own neck. Until he was confident that the hero had been lulled into full submission of the mind, this would have to suffice for now.

A sharp inhale of air guides his attention away from his glass just quick enough for him to watch as Aizawa slowly sits up, trying to get his bearings. He knew the man's back likely ached from the way he had been bent sideways for so long and his wrists were pinned together but what was most important was Aizawa's current mind state- disoriented and groggy enough to leave him relaxed, making him malleable to bend to his will.

He leans forward and slips one curled finger under the ruby toned tie to remove it, gently shushing the younger man when Aizawa flinches away at the touch. He leans back and patiently folds up his tie once more; seeming amused when Aizawa's eyes glow red from the activation of his quirk. He could see the pro hero was already trying to twist out of the rope restraints around his wrists but he makes no move to correct Aizawa just yet, allowing the younger man to learn on his own that these knots would not be undone so easily.

"Don't bother, your quirk is useless on me. Some of us weren't blessed with quirks like you. For people like me,we have to learn how to rely on other weapons to gain power in this world."

A scoff slips from Aizawa's lips, his wrists continuing to twist back and forth inside the restraints.

"is that what I am for you then? Another weapon to brand and then sell on the black market?"

The man's lips curl up into an amused smirk, his body leaning forward to rest a hand on the pro hero's knee.

"Amusing idea, but not quite. I have a more..personal use for you, pet."

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"Relax your mind, pet. You are safe with me. Let your mind empty, and focus only on my words."

The younger man's eyelids flutter closed as he listened to the other man, willing his mind to empty. He had already accepted the fact he wouldn't be able to get out of these restraints anytime soon, and he was beginning to lose hope. While this older man was quirkless he was not powerless completely- the soothing drawl of his voice slipping into his ears and wiggling into his brain, infecting his every thought. The man knew how to spin every word to his charm and every touch to his benefit and to Aizawa's own humiliation, it was working on him.

"Very good, pet. You have nothing to fear. You are in very capable hands. Forget about being Eraser head, forget about being a teacher. Your life will be so much simpler, once you have an Open Mind."

The other man adjusts Aizawa on his lap, continuing to stroke his thigh soothingly. It had taken a bit of cooing on his part before Aizawa was willing to actually allow this but his continued patience had succeeded- and the younger man's calm behavior was being rewarded with gentle pets. He presses a soft kiss to Aizawa's temple before sliding his free hand up, rubbing his side.

"I can take care of you pet, you just need to trust me. Let me take care of all your needs, little hero. Keep an Open Mind, pet. Lift your hips."

Aizawa pushes his hips up, watching as the older man easily tugged down his pants and let them drop to the ground. His boxers were quick to come next, and yet the expected shame he assumed would come never follows.

"Open Mind.. i wish for you to spit on my hand, pet"

The connection between the phrase "open mind" and the following command was already beginning to link in Aizawa's brain, the results of the other man's hypnosis. He dips his head down and spits a glob of saliva into the other man's palm, groaning when he rewards his behavior with a few pumps of his now slick fist around his length. Each of the other man's movements were steady and calculated, always maintaining control at every moment. Aizawa was his to play with, and he would not let the younger man learn that his authority could be questioned.

The rough skin of the other man's hand on his embarrassingly hard length felt satisfying- the drag of rough skin and the slippery texture of his saliva acting as lube making his eyes roll back. He grunts as he rocks his hips up, fucking his length into the older man's fist over and over again. He grits his teeth each time the other man squeezes his length or lightly smacks the tip of his length against his belly, smearing sticky pre cum onto his skin in thin strings.

"Feels good, doesn't it pet? This is what you needed- what you'll always need from now on."

Aizawa grits his teeth at the other man's words and in a momentary lapse in judgement to try and save the withering remains of his pride, he snaps out the first response that comes to mind.

"I don't need shit from you, old pervert."

The other man tuts lightly at Aizawa's words; pulling his hand away from his throbbing length with a deep sigh. The younger man chokes down a reluctant whine when the much needed friction is taken away, his hips bucking up into the air before going still once more.

"Hmm, perhaps you haven't fully learned your place just yet, pet. Pets who speak out of turn don't get what they want."

The other man leans over, pulling out a small box hidden under his desk. He pulls the lid off, revealing a plethora of toys ranging from whips to ball gags- assorted items that had Aizawa instantly regretting his earlier words.

The younger man is forced to watch as the other man pulls out a small silver contraption of interlinked metal coils- a cock cage. The other man secures the cage into place, watching the younger man jolt at the sensation of cool metal wrapped around his heated skin. Aizawa naively assumes that was the extent of the toys that would be used on him- only to cry out in surprise when a buzzing vibrator is pressed against the small opening at the tip of the cage, pressed directly against his slit.

The younger man's eyes bug open in alarm before his back curls up, letting out a drawn out groan as he's worked over the edge mercilessly. The buzzing sounds echo in the room for only a few brief moments before he keens loudly and pushes his hips up- thick globs of cum spraying out and splattering onto the office wood floor.

The older man chuckles in amusement at just how pathetic the scene had been, finding it equal parts endearing and arousing. He holds the vibrator in place for a few more moments, only satisfied when the other man's body starts to violently jerk, and his squirt joins his previous load on the wooden flooring.

He finally clicks the vibrator off and sets the toy down onto his coffee table in front of them, one patient hand rubbing Aizawa as he shivers through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Without giving the younger man any more recovery time he curls his hand around Aizawa's jaw, shaking his head slightly to get him to focus.

"Open Mind, pet. I Wish for you to kneel at my feet."

The older man watches as Aizawa's blissed out form slides off of his lap, grunting as he moves to stand. He slides down onto his knees, moving until he was straddling the other man's right leg. He lets out a shaky exhale as he tried to ease the tremors wracking through his body, his mind thoroughly guided into submission following the intense pleasure he had been subjected to. His previous attitude had slipped away in favor of letting his mind remain empty of any more thoughts- his brain feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton as he awaits the next command.

"I Wish...for you to grind against my hand, pet. Let's see how messy you can get for me."

The other man carefully twisted off the very tip of the cock cage, leaving the metal contraption locked around the rest of the younger man's length. He gives a few lazy rubs of his knuckles against Aizawa's slit before instead curling his pointer finger around his tip and using the pad of his thumb to rub his frenulum; seeming amused at the hero's responding low whine.

"Please..need it..."

The other man continued to keep his pointer finger and thumb curled into a small circle shape, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace. His cheek rested in his other palm as he stared down at Aizawa's face, finding his fucked out expression amusing. It was clear the younger man was completely out of his element with experiences he had never tried before and he found it endearing how easy it was to make the pro hero a puddle. The thought of keeping the pro hero all to himself was sounding more and more tempting- he wouldn't mind having such a pretty toy kept safe in his home rather than running around playing hero or training useless brats with quirks. He slips his fingers away from his tip and when Aizawa lets out a keening whine in protest he flicks the tip with his middle finger, watching a few droplets of the younger man's previous load splatter onto his slacks from the impact.

"don't forget your place, pet. Your pleasure is solely mine to decide when you can indulge. Everything you'll ever have will be because of me."

The pro hero's face scrunched up into ecstasy, his ears ringing as his eyes squeezed shut. This felt nothing like the occasional times he had curled his own hand around his length in an attempt to release built up tension- and he had no clue that orgasms could feel this euphoric. Everything felt simpler when he could trust only in the older man's words, taking it as gospel truth. He was so lost to the sensations he didnt even realize that another orgasm had been pulled from his body, his length twitches and bobs periodically as he cums into the other man's cupped palm. He hisses weakly when the weak twitches of his hips earns a thumb rubbing against his leaking slit from the other man, forced to have his third orgasm drawn out as his body curls forward and his cheek squishes against his knee.

"Doesn't this feel better? no thoughts, no responsibilities. Life can be so simple for you, pet. All you have to do is stay with me."

The older gentleman croons to him while carefully cleaning up the mess still cupped in his palm, finally pulling away and giving Aizawa the opportunity to catch his breath. It was a small mercy for the pro hero to gather up his strength once more, and his previous obedience is rewarded with light strokes of his fingertips through his hair.

Aizawa's body had been slumped forward too long for the older man's patience after 2 minutes, and he was desperate to watch the trembling hero come undone again and again until Aizawa would only know that heavenly pleasure he alone could provide. He slides his hand down to Aizawa's chest and captures the right bud between two fingers, pinching with a light pressure. His tone never changes but the look in his eyes makes it clear to Aizawa that obedience was expected, and nothing less. Aizawa's recovery period was over and the older gentlemen had no intention of allowing him further pampering.

"I didn't tell you to stop yet, pet. I Wish..for you to grind against my shoe, give me one more pretty orgasm."

Aizawa's hips rock forward once more in a mindless jittery pace, forced to ride through the waves of overstimulation wracking through his body. It felt strange to continue on like this even after coming thrice as his own previous sexual encounters never stretched this long, and the test of his stamina was brutal. The cool metal against his length felt agonizing when grinding down against a leather shoe like this, yet his mind and body were at war, and his body was forced to endure more in favor of appeasing the command from his new puppet master.

His chest heaved with weak pants for air and his head dipped down, jaw slack and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Everything felt overwhelmingly addictive- the lines between pain and pleasure blurring until he couldn't imagine having one without the other- and his hands grip onto the older man's grey slacks before cumming again with a shaky cry. Thin ribbons of his seed splatter onto the laces and pointed tips of the older man's leather shoes, leaving behind milky puddles as evidence of his weakness.

"very good, pet. You're learning just as quickly as I had hoped."

The reassurance from the older gentleman hardly rings in the pro hero's ears, the static buzz in his mind making it too hard to focus. His mouth was bone dry now and his weeping tip sagged against the laces of the older man's boots, desperate for even more of that jaw clenching pleasure. Aizawa attempts to force his aching limbs into action, his thighs trembling, only for the movement to be stopped by two fingers curling under his chin and tipping his head up.

"oh no, don't bother moving, pet. I'm never letting you go. I can't lose my favorite toy now, can i?"

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 15: Early Mornings w/ Shouta Aizawa

Word count: 2.2k, Gender-Neutral reader

The birds outside chirp softly with the crickets within the tallgrass. The world is silent as it arises from its slumber. The shuffling of a duvet inhabits the crisp air within the room.

There's a gentle sigh from your lover, the morning light filtering in and catching his tired eyes. As he slowly wakes, he looks over to you, still fast asleep beside him. A small, soft smile rests on his lips. He brings up a hand under the covers to brush a few locks of hair from your eyes, the touch light to not disturb you.

Slowly, he sits up, propping himself up against the pillows; watching you sleep with an almost content look in his eyes. His fingers brush along your cheek, tracing gently along the soft skin. He lets out a soft hum, enjoying the moment, and letting the quiet of the room fill the space between you.

You shuffle the lingering touch, clutching the pillow underneath you with a dazed grasp. A quiet chuckle leaves his lips as he watches you, finding your movements and the sounds you make cute. He brushes a hand through his messy hair, pushing it back a bit, and glances over to the nearby clock; he had woken up a bit earlier than he usually did. He lays back down beside you, shifting closer so that he can press himself flush against your chest, one lean-muscled arm slung across you as he presses a soft kiss against the flat of your forehead.

A small hum emits from your lips, awakening slightly. “Hmm, Shouta..?” He smiles against your head, wrapping his arm a bit tighter around you. His hand rests lightly on your lower back, pressing in a bit, as he leaves a few more soft kisses against your skin.

"Good morning, darling" His voice was still laced with the remnants of sleep, the gravelly chords filling your ears like music.

You hum contently at his ministrations, running a hand up and into his wild black locs and giving a feather soft peck to his forehead.

He sighs lightly, shuffling to bury his head into your shoulder, his hair brushing against your skin. He can't help but smile at the affectionate gesture, closing his eyes for a moment.

There's a comfortable silence as he just holds you tightly against him, simply basking in the moment and enjoying the feeling of being close to you.

After a few moments, he lifts his head again, his eyes opening as he peers at you. His free hand, the one not resting on your back, moves up to brush the fallen hair from your face again, caressing your cheek gently with his calloused thumb. He lets out a soft hum, his gaze flicking to look at the clock once more.

He let out a quiet sigh as the clock mockingly looked back at him; it was a weekend, but knowing he had a patrol later that evening made his heart dim. He knew he should start getting up, but how could he with such an angel as you in his grasp? The thought alone makes him grumble internally, not wanting to leave just yet.

He turns his gaze back to you, still laying flush against him, smiling softly to himself as the thought of not being able to leave and go on patrol seemed more and more appealing by the minute.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the soft pinkish light casting in from the adjacent window. Your eyes finally met his onyx one. The sun coming in from behind him made him look ethereal, like a gift from heaven.

You bring your hand up from its resting place, landing it upon the patch that covered the scarred area around his right eye, tracing it with admiration and care.

His smile turns a bit softer, a bit more genuine, as he feels your fingers around the skin of his socket. He turns his head slightly, leaning into your touch with a content sigh. His own eyes flicker down, taking in your features in the soft morning light, a hint of warmth in his gaze. He lifts his head to kiss your fingertips one by one. An action he had found himself doing more and more as a symbol of trust.

“Mornin’, Sho” You grin, raking your hand through his scalp once more, pulling the strands out of his face just for them to sway back into place.

His hand, still on your back, slowly moves up and down in a soothing, repetitive motion, tracing patterns against your skin.

“Mornin’” He shifts slightly, moving even closer to you so that he can nuzzle against your neck again.

“How'd you sleep, love?” Holding him closer, you stifle a laugh as his hair grazes your sensitive skin.

He closes his eyes again, a peaceful expression crossing his features, and he lets out a soft sigh. "Better than usual." He lets out a soft chuckle, his voice still rough from sleep, but there's a soft tenderness to it. He kisses your shoulder again before speaking up again.

"Being with you makes sleeping so much better.” That was one of the highest compliments you think you could ever receive from the ever so sleepy man, it made you feel a warm feeling within your heart. “Same here. I think that was one of the best nights of sleep I've gotten in a while.”

He chuckles, knowing full well that he can't disagree with you; he slept better than he did on most nights too. "I agree. And I'm sure you've heard this plenty of times from me but, you're very comfortable to lay against." He smiles against your shoulder, pressing a few more light kisses against your skin.

You giggle, “Awe you're such a softy in the morning, Sho” A light flush crosses his cheeks at the description. He grumbles softly, nuzzling his head into your shoulder in an attempt to hide it. He lets out a quiet huff of breath before grumbling out in a slightly grumpy tone, although he's obviously not mad in the slightest. "I am not a softy. That's a ridiculous accusation…"

“Mhm, sure” You yawn, basking in the sunlight as you stretch out an arm towards the ceiling comfortably. He watches you intently, his gaze roaming across your form as you stretch. There's a small, amused smile on his lips as he watches you relax against him again. He brings the hand from your back up, resting it once on your head, gently brushing the hair from your face so he can look at you properly. Work was going to suck after this.

You glance at him once more, noticing his eyes soften but there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction behind them. You bring your hand up to the scruff growing along on his face, “Got patrol today?” His expression falters for a moment, a familiar frown pulling at the corners of his lips. He leans into your touch, the feeling of your hand against his cheek comforting in a way.He nods slightly, “Yeah. Later in the evening. I won't be gone too long, though..”

You nod in understandment before pitching up. “You wanna go out for breakfast or stay in?” He hums in thought, his fingers still gently brushing through your hair. He takes a moment to think about it, the idea of staying home with you sounds very appealing. "I'd like to stay in, if that's alright with you." You grin, secretly hoping that’d be his answer to such an early morning endeavor. “Of course” You smile softly, “I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Would you wanna start the coffee?”

He smiles in return, nodding and giving you a soft squeeze before loosening his hold on you, letting you get up. He watches as you go, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but it doesn't last long. He gets up as well, ruffling his still mushed hair as he heads to the kitchen to start up the coffee maker.

He goes about starting the coffee, waiting patiently for the pot to be filled. In the meantime, he takes out various mugs and sugar and cream, setting them all out on the countertop. His mind begins to wander as he waits; thinking about the day ahead, the patrol in the evening, and even later in the night when he’ll be able to come back to your presence.

When the pot finally beeps, signifying that it's full, he takes out the full pot, pouring coffee into the two mugs and taking a hearty sip from his– black.

You finish up your morning routine, walking into the kitchen in just his shirt and some shorts, wrapping your arms around him lightly in a quick hug, “Thanks, Sho”

He feels your arms wrap around him turning to you slightly so he can look at you. His gaze runs over your form, eyes lingering on the sight of you in his shirt, and he can't help but smirk a bit at the sight before returning to his normal deadpan mantra. He brings up a hand to brush some of your hair behind your ear. “Of course, darling”

You hum and make your coffee how you like it, then taking a deliberate sip, enjoying the hot beverage. You put it onto the counter and begin making a quick breakfast.

He watches you intently, leaning against the counter as you go about making breakfast, taking the occasional sip of coffee as he watches everything you're doing. There's a warmth in his gaze as he looks; a sense of calm and comfort in the domestic nature of the situation. It's not until the smell of the food cooking floats through the kitchen that he snaps out of a slight trance, his attention focusing solely on you once more.

“Could you grab some bowls for us please?” Your eyes dont leave the food as he absentmindedly nods, taking a final sip of his coffee before setting down the mug. He walks up to the cabinets, grabbing two bowls and setting them down next to you. He stands behind you for a moment, watching you over your shoulder, before wrapping his arms lightly around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You smile, patting the rice into both bowls and topping it with the cooked egg, along with some of your preferred toppings. You pass him his bowl, leading into the living room as the two of you sit next to one another comfortably on the couch. The sun was still rising, casting a warm orangey-pink glow into his living room.

Shouta had always been a minimalist. It's just how he preferred to live and honestly you admired it in all of its cleanliness.He shifts slightly so that he's sitting just a bit closer than before, your thighs pressed lightly together. He can't help but enjoy this closeness, as he rarely gets to experience moments like this– especially mornings when he usually had work at UA.

The silence of clinking and eating had come to an end after a little, with you finishing first, settling your bowl onto the center table. Another wave of sleepiness hits you; It seems the food only made you feel more relaxed and homely as you curled into his side, “Good idea to stay in… I think I'm still a bit tired.”

He smiles softly, setting his own bowl down as well. He wraps an arm gently around your shoulders, pulling you closer, resting his head on top of yours. "Good idea indeed. I think I'm a little tired too.. Might as well get some more sleep in before tonight." You chuckle, “You’re always a little sleepy, Sho”

He grumbles a bit under his breath this time. He doesn't deny it, though, knowing full well you’re correct. He rubs his fingers against your arm lightly as he holds you against him, a small pout now on his face. "I suppose that's true…"

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, the morning quiet and peaceful. The sun continues to rise outside, casting a warm glow into the room. Shouta continues to hold you against him, his eyes closed and listening to the sound of your breathing as you rest against his side.

He lets out a small sigh, the small pout slowly dissipating from his face as a calm expression takes its place. Although the scars and bags under his eyes mark his face harshly, he looks almost peaceful. A small string of words leaves your lips as your face stays buried within him.

He opens his eyes, eyebrows furrowing a bit. He turns his gaze downward a bit, looking down at you. "Mmm… What was that, love?"

“…. I love you”

A smile crosses his lips at your words. He tightens his hold on you ever so slightly. He gives you a slight squeeze and hums quietly, his voice still low, "I love you too, darling…"

One of his arms stays wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him, while the other lifts up. He brings it up to your face, gently brushing the strays hairs from it and tucking it behind your ear. He lets his fingers linger against your skin for a moment, tracing gently over the soft flesh of your cheek, before letting his arm lower back down again. He finally leans his head against yours, closing his eyes again and simply enjoying the quiet moment as the world slowly awakes outside.

[sobasluuurp]

The battle is over. Deku stands victorious. Panting, bleeding, holding back tears. The world stares in shock at the hero who only minutes prior wielded seven quirks is now nothing more than a quirkless highschooler.

All of the major battles are over, but a few villains who escaped capture descend on Deku. There's no way they'd pass up the chance to obliterate the guy that took down history's greatest villain -- especially now that he's defenseless.

But Deku's strength has always been more than just his quirk. He is the boy who at the age of 14 trained his body by running with the 600 lb All Might on his shoulders. The boy who has more experience fighting S-tier villains than most pros have had in their lifetimes. The boy who's been honing his strategizing skills since he was barely tall enough to reach a light switch.

He pummels them.

By now, some of the heroes from nearby battlefields have rushed to the scene to help with first aid and detaining villains. One of them is Eraserhead. He watches as Deku takes on one villain after another; dodging, kicking, punching, winning. With every villain now on the ground, Deku becomes aware of the eyes watching him.

He raises his fist to his chest and locks watery eyes with his teacher.

"Aizawa-sensei....I'm still standing."

This kid....Aizawa huffs, giving a half-smile. He approaches his student silently until he's close enough to gently poke his forhead.

"You better hope that head wound heals by the time school opens up, kid," he says, "You wouldn't want to fall behind your classmates, would you?"

And Izuku sobs.

[theonlyonesora]

Chapter 4: A Future Together (FINAL)

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The sound of applause filled the grand hall, a symphony of celebration echoing off the high ceilings. Kali stood tall on the stage, her cap and gown a proud testament to years of perseverance and growth. As her name was called, she stepped forward to accept her degree, the diploma warm in her hands despite the cool air of the room. The world seemed to pause for just a moment as she looked out into the sea of faces—and there he was.

Shota stood at the back of the crowd, leaning casually against a column, his presence as steady as it had been for the last four years. His gaze found hers instantly, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a rare but genuine smile. He gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod—his way of saying, I’m proud of you.

Kali's heart swelled, a warmth spreading through her chest. She felt an unspoken connection, a tether to the man who had become her anchor, her confidant, and her unwavering support.

Later, as the ceremony ended and the graduates poured out into the bright afternoon sun, Shota waited patiently at the edge of the crowd. Kali spotted him instantly, his tall frame and sharp features impossible to miss. She made her way toward him, weaving through clusters of jubilant families and friends.

When she reached him, he opened his arms without hesitation, pulling her into a tight embrace. She buried her face in his chest, the scent of him—a mix of cedar and something uniquely his—grounding her in the moment.

“I did it,” she murmured, her voice muffled against him.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “Of course you did,” he said, his voice low and filled with quiet pride.

“You’ve worked harder than anyone I know. I never doubted you for a second.”

Kali smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold it together. He brushed it away with his thumb, his touch gentle, and for a moment, the noise and chaos of the world around them seemed to fade away.

“Come on,” Shota said, his tone soft but insistent.

“Let’s get out of here. This is your day, and I’m not sharing you with anyone else.”

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The evening found them in the familiar warmth of Shota’s apartment. The city lights flickered outside the window, casting a gentle glow over the cozy space. Kali sat cross-legged on the couch, her graduation cap discarded on the coffee table beside two glasses of wine. Shota sat next to her, his arm draped across the back of the couch, his presence a calming weight.

They laughed and reminisced, the hours slipping by as they talked about everything and nothing. Kali leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her heart full. It was moments like these that she cherished the most—the quiet, unspoken intimacy that had come to define their relationship.

As the laughter faded into a comfortable silence, Shota shifted, turning to face her fully. She looked up at him, her expression curious as his hand reached out to take hers.

“Kali,” he began, his voice steady but laced with a rare vulnerability. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her fingers tightening around his. “What is it?” she asked softly.

He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Then, with a deep breath, he continued. “You’ve been a part of my life for four years now. The best part, if I’m being honest. And I don’t want to keep pretending that this… us… is temporary or uncertain.”

Her eyes widened slightly, her breath catching as his words sank in.

“I want you here,” he said, his tone firm but tender. “All the time. Not just for weekends or late-night dinners. I want you to move in with me, Kali. I want to wake up with you, share every part of my life with you. And… I want you to know that this—” he gestured between them, his voice dropping to a whisper “—this is it for me. You’re it for me.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time, she didn’t try to stop them. She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks as she leaned in, her forehead resting against his.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling but sure. “Yes, Shota. I want that too. I want us.”

Relief and joy washed over his features, and he pulled her into a deep embrace, his lips pressing against her temple in a kiss that spoke of love, commitment, and the promise of a future they would build together. The night stretched on, the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. And as they sat there, the city lights casting shadows on the walls, one thing was clear: this was just the beginning of a new chapter, one they would write together.