#aizawal

[plutocisms]

I said I was gonna color more and I am but this is fire just how it issss, anyways he’s tying it up cause he’s a munch hahaha

[screampied]

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Sukuna? Toji? Choso? CultLeader!Geto? Shiu? Maybe even Aizawa?

I can decide!!

doggy style that turns into prone bone oh HELL YEAH. thank u …. for sending me this …. anon, i just got a mad wicked idea 🕺🕺🕺

[animekpopsimp]

This is a super random request but the idea came to me last night and I thought it would be super cute:)

Eri has the stomach bug and wakes Aizawa because she isnt feeling good, she ends up being sick so intense she wets her pants. So much fluff and comfort, betweeen both Mic and Aizawa and of course Eri, could be soo cute💗 This fic would mean lots to me if you could do it!

Aizawa Family Fluff

The Aizawa household was quiet that night as Shota and Hizashi slept peacefully next to each other. However, the silence was suddenly broken by the soft sound of the door squeaking open. Eri poked her head inside of her parents' bedroom with a small frown on her face. The sound of the door opening alerted Shota who slowly opened his eyes. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he turned toward the door, spotting the little girl standing on the doorway.

"Eri, what are you doing awake?" He asked in a sleepy voice. The little girl was hesitant to answer at first, but after a moment, she spoke.

"I don't feel good" she said, looking down at the ground. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Shota walked over to Eri, kneeling down in front of her. He placed his hand on her forehead, noting that she had a fever. At the same time, Hizashi woke up as well.

"What's happening?" He asked in a tired voice as he looked over at Shota and Eri.

"Eri is sick, would you watch her while I clean up?" The black haired man asked. Hizashi nodded as Shota walked into the hallway. Later, after getting Eri a change of clothes, Shota laid down with her in the middle of both he and Hizashi, the three of them falling asleep peacefully.

[shoutaaizawas]

“Don’t look at them, look at me.” With Aizawa? 🫶

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝look at me❞

summary: in pursuit of a villain with the hero you have a crush on, you get hurt. word count: 1.7k+  tags/warnings: january hurt/comfort event, descriptions of head injury/disorientation a/n: first fic of the event! thank you so much for submitting this prompt, I hope you enjoy!

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Being a pro hero was a risky job. That was something you all knew. Sometimes it was easy to forget. You were a very skilled hero and it wasn’t too often you faced danger that made you nervous.

A villain was on the run, you were in pursuit. And it so happened that Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta, one of your colleagues and a man you had crushed on for a while now.

He was quiet, most people saw him as stoic or indifferent but you had seen a side of him that not everyone saw. He was caring, deeply so. You had seen how he was with the students he taught, with the young girl he had adopted. There was a warmth that you saw in him that captivated you. He was a hero who cared about people, not the fame of the job.

You liked working with him, you felt like a schoolgirl, excited to see him whenever you had the chance. You lingered in conversation with him. Tried to catch his attention.

This villain had stolen an important prototype from a hero works lab. A dangerous tool that could not be in the wrong hands. A dangerous tool that unfortunately had two parts to it, a glove for each hand.

Aizawa and you were on the scene first. Now the two of you were pursuing the villain across rooftops.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” You teased as you both jumped a gap between buildings.

“Can we just focus on catching this guy before he gets away?” He said, not in a mean tone but rather his usual serious one.

“If you insist.” You replied your tone staying light. You knew Aizawa was always focused on the mission at hand so you didn’t take it personally.

The villain was fast, but the two of you stayed on his tail. Once you got close enough Aizawa was able to use his capture weapon to snatch one of the gloves out of his hand. The villain could tell he was in danger of getting caught so he used his quirk to descend from the top of the building down to the streets below.

For a moment you hesitated trying to think of the fastest way down but before you came up with an idea Aizawa grabbed you, arm around your waist. “Hold on,” He said as he used his capture weapon to rappel off the side of the building. Your stomach dropped for a moment but you had no time to slow down, you had to catch this guy before he was lost in the crowd.

The street he decided to land on was a busy area with hundreds of people on the street as they made their way about their day.

“This is bad, he could hurt a civilian or we could lose him.” You said.

Aizawa grunted in reply.

“Let’s split up, you stay on him and I’ll try to cut him off.” You offered. Aizawa looked at you thinking it over as you remained in pursuit.

“Good idea.” He said.

You smiled before splitting away, you prayed that your guess was right. This street was starting to get empty but if you turned right onto the next street it was more crowded. If he wanted to keep the crowd as cover that’s where he would be.

Taking a short cut you were able to get in front of him. He was too focused on Aizawa behind him he didn’t realize that you were right in front of him until he was almost running into you.

What you didn’t expect was for him to use the weapon he had stolen. There had been a question of what it was capable of in your head before but now you knew.

For a moment everything went black, when your vision returned you were on the ground, back against the side of a building. Everything was spinning, blurry. Shapes and colors moved around your vision.

“Can you hear me?” A voice broke through the ringing in your ears as a dark blob covered your vision. “I’m right here, don’t move.”

Slowly your vision started to clear, you could see now that it was Aizawa in front of you. His hand was on the side of your head, his other hand on your shoulder. It was grounding, even though your head was still spinning.

What also caught your attention was the giant crowd surrounding you in a circle watching on, some with phones out. Oh no. This was so embarrassing. You were too slow to react and you got embarrassed in front of everyone. And now you were in a disorienting state you had never felt before and everyone was watching. Your eyes flicked around panicked at the crowd.

“Don’t look at them, look at me,” Aizawa said, his hand on your cheek now pulling your gaze to his like you had no other option. Did you want another option when he was in front of you?

“Breath, take deep breaths.” He said and you realized how shallow they had been on the verge of hyperventilating. “Good, that’s good.” His words made your heart flip and you knew it wasn’t from the villain's weapon.

“T-The- villain- the weapon-” It was hard to speak.

“I don’t care.” He said. “Just breathe.”

You focused on breathing while he reassured you that everything would be okay. His hand brushed against the side of your face comfortingly. You reached out grasping onto his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the spinning.

“Can I pick you up?” He asked.

You felt nauseous and disoriented still but you wanted to be away from the crowds. “Please.” You said.

Aizawa was quick to pick you up, but he was still careful. Motion made things worse so you closed your eyes and put your face into his chest.

Before you knew it he was placing you down on a soft surface. Opening your eyes you realized you were in an apartment.

“Do you need water?” He asked. Did he take you to his apartment?

You nodded. “Please.”

Aizawa brought you a glass of water helping you take a few sips. “I brought you to my place since it was close.” He said. “I called a doctor here, they’ll be here in a moment.”

His apartment was nice, it was cool and dark and it was perfect for your condition right now. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Everything is spinning,” You said. “My head is throbbing. But my ears stopped ringing.”

“Does closing your eyes help?” He asked.

“Only when you were carrying me.” You answered.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“Why?” You asked confused.

“I shouldn’t have let this happen.” He said, his voice full of remorse.

“It’s not your fault.” You said surprised by his guilt. It was your fault that you had gotten hurt. You should have been paying attention more, you had been the one to fail. You wanted to say more but there was a knock at the door.

The doctor entered and examined you. After assessing you they explained that the effects of the weapon were mostly internal. You had gotten some pretty bad bruises on your back from being thrown back and your nose had been bleeding a bit from the effects but there was nothing that could be done to stop the effects other than waiting.

After giving you some pain medicine and sleeping medicine the doctor advised that you needed to have someone take care of you until the symptoms subsided which Aizawa offered right away.

“You didn’t have to offer to take care of me.” You said. You liked Aizawa but you never felt like he returned the feeling, you had always assumed your personalities just didn’t work together.

“I’m not going to just let you sit in the hospital till you’re better.” He said. “Let me get you something to eat so you can take the medication. You’re nauseous right?”

“Yeah,” You answered.

Aizawa brought you a protein bar. “I know it’ll be hard to eat but it’s not that much and it will be good to get something in your stomach.”

You tried to give him a small smile as you accepted the food. It was hard to eat but you were able to do it. It was worth it if you could take the pain medication.

Aizawa brought you comfortable clothes so you could change out of your hero suit before he helped you into the bedroom. “He said the best thing you can do is lie still in a dark room.” He said as he helped you into his bed.

“Thank you, you’re too kind.” You said. You knew that Aizawa was a caring man but getting it first hand was different.

“I take care of the people I care about.” He said. Your eyes widened at his words, a part of you wondered if you had just imagined it.

“Care about?” You repeated.

“Yeah.” He said. “I know I haven’t shown it much but I do care about you a lot.”

“Oh,” You said shocked.

“But that’s something we should talk about when your head isn’t spinning.” He said and you let out a small laugh.

“I’ll let you sleep,” He said moving to get up but you grabbed his arm.

“Wait-” You stopped him. “Can you stay?” Maybe it was how defenseless you felt that made you so bold but Aizawa was keeping you grounded and you didn’t want him to leave.

“Okay.” He said sitting down next to you.

“Can you hold me?” You asked, when he had carried you earlier being held by him had felt so nice.

Aizawa moved, getting under the covers with you. Gently he got close to you, trying not to jostle you too much. His strong arms moved around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Is this okay?” His voice was low and close to you.

“Yes,” You said softly.

Even though your head was spinning and you still felt awful being in Aizawa’s arms knowing that he cared about you made everything feel better. And it would be even better when your head stopped spinning.

“Shouta?” You said quietly.

“Yeah?” He asked in a low voice.

“I care about you too. A lot.” You said. Aizawa smiled, his hand rubbing at your back as he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

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[rayshippouuchiha]

For the one-shot AU where Toshinori set Izuku up with Aizawa.

Yagi: *explaining how he set Izuku and Shouta up to Naomasa* And so I set him up with Young Aizawa. Nao, what are you doing?

Naomasa: *typing up his two weeks notice* I'm moving to somewhere very far away.

Yagi: Young Izuku and Aizaw-

Naomasa: *already packing*

Yagi: *confused goat noises*

Naomasa: Nope nope nope. I plan to be twice retired and hopefully 3 times dead before those two drag me into any of their bullshit shenanigans.

[kaethefangirl]

me last week: man i havent seen mha in a while and everyones talking about it.. ehh whatever ill turn it on

me now: (rant incoming) how the fuck are you gonna tell me i cant marry hawks?? where the fuck do you get off telling me hes "fictional" and "not real" FUCK THAT! HES MINE HE LOVES ME!

"what about dab-" MINE TOO. "well can we have shigara-" HES MY HUSBAND. "ok well aizaw-" DONT EVEN SAY MY GLORIOUS KING ERASERHEAD'S NAME. "you cant keep them all! we get present mi-" HIZASHI IS MIIINNNEEEE

honestly i have no idea how people simp for the minors in mha, its not even a judgement thing i just genuinely dont get the appeal of todoroki or bakugo. are they my children? yes. but do i think theyre hot? n-no.. mha does a great job of targetting because when i was younger you couldnt tell me bakugo wasnt the hottest thing ever, now that im older this picture makes my head swim

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!

"All hail Shota Aizawa" we all say in unison

in conclusion, all the adults in my hero, excluding Endeavor (no i will not explain why) and the lady heroes, belong to me. I actually hate mount lady and the other girl heroes because theyre just stupidly sexual in front of teenagers and that pisses me off. MIRKO CAN GET IT THOUGH, THATS MY FUCKING WIFE!!

Edit: I'd like to say that ryukyu is also among the girl heroes that I like, actually I think I just hate mt lady and midnight, the rest of the lady heroes are actually pretty cool

[present-mic-askbox]

I ASKED AIZAW.... IF HE.... WOULD LOVE ME AS A GUMMY BEAR...

AND HE...

SAID NO...

[crepe-of-wrath]

Sickeningly Sweet Shouta Scarf Saturday

Notes/Warnings: fem Reader; fluffy fluff; takes place in a canon divergent timeline where there was just some nice slice-of-life time after the USJ incident; Mic and Midnight make an appearance

Who had time to eat in the cafeteria?

Your lunch time was far better spent hiding the fact that you were once again staring at Shouta Aizawa, the most beautiful boy in the entire world. He had the most perfect--the most perfect--dark hair. And he was very quiet, which you liked. Loud noises and loud people had made you anxious ever since you could remember. The only thing about quiet little Shouta Aizawa that upset you was that he always looked so tired and sometimes a little sad. You wanted to make him happy.

Your friends thought you were ridiculous. Aizawa was a terrible match for you, they said. Sure, you were both smart and that was a good thing, but Aizawa didn't appear to have much style, whereas you already had big, serious Pros interested in your fashionable and functional accessories and support gear. You were one of the wealthiest and prettiest girls at UA, but you were also a friend to anyone and everyone. He, on the other hand, always went around with his nose in the air, always thinking he was too good to have to deign to associate with the rest of the world. But then he also somehow had those two extremely lame and weird friends, Yamada and Shirakumo, and could you even imagine having to hang out with them all the time (though your friends pointed out that at least Shirakumo was built and Yamada's eyes were pretty)?! Worst of all, Aizawa was so gloomy and didn't seem to have any ambition of his own while you were already always so hard on yourself and wanted to go places. He'd never be able to give you the support you needed! What if he ran your spirits down with one of those barbed little observations of his?

You knew your friends meant well, but they just didn't see. Aizawa was a sensitive, shy and quiet boy who thought carefully before he did and said things. Not everyone needed to be brash and cocksure. And he was very, very handsome, with the prettiest black hair.

~~

One afternoon in your second year you were happily in your own world, working in one of the Support Course studios, when Aizawa materialized in the doorway. When you locked eyes with him, the shock caused you to jam the needle you were sewing with right into one of your fingers, making you yelp, and forcing you to quickly clean up blood, lest you ruin all your work. This was not exactly the impression of competence you hoped to present.

But your metaphorical rain clouds dissipated when Aizawa said, "I'm sorry, you were clearly concentrating. I should have knocked."

(See! your inner voice shouted. He's quiet and polite!)

"It's fine," you said, as you finished putting a power pad on your finger. "Can I help you?"

"I'm having a problem getting the right--I don't even know the word--the right texture? weight? feel? for my binding cloth weapon. Everyone says you're the expert to talk to about this sort of thing."

You two spent the rest of the afternoon testing out different fibers and materials, sharing giggles over what failed, and high-fiving one another when you figured out the right amount of wire to give him just the drape and action he needed.

"Thank you, thank you very much," he said, giving you a little smile. It was the most magnificent and exquisite smile there had ever been, of course.

"I will have it ready for you as soon as I can, Aizawa!"

You pulled multiple all-nighters to make the weapon for Shouta. When it was done, and you were all alone in your studio, you kissed it for luck.

You started in on a second binding cloth not long after giving Aizawa that first one. It only made sense for him to have a second one ready for immediate use when he needed to turn in his weapon for replacement. You finished this one in the dead of night as well, and yes, you gave it a kiss. You would have died if Aizawa ever knew: he would think it was such a silly thing.

~~

After you graduated from UA, your parents and your friends desperately tried to fix you up, and sometimes you almost let your mind wander away from the lovely dark-haired boy who held pride of place in your heart.

And then you would receive a damaged old binding cloth in the mail. You would salvage what you could from the old one, prepare a new one, and give it your secret little kiss for luck before messaging Aizawa to let him know it was ready. He would reply with a time and place for a meeting.

At first, you had assumed these meetings would bring you joy, but they often did the opposite. Aizawa was always so sad. Grief and guilt had turned him into someone who was actually as brusque as your friends has always said he was, although he was still wickedly funny and as polite to you as he was to anyone. Still, you were worried.

So, you brought your concerns to Present Mic and Midnight, who were also clients of yours by now. You didn't feel it was your place to interfere with Aizawa's personal matters directly. You wished you knew him that well, but you didn't.

"I'm concerned about Aizawa Shouta," you said. "I've never--not once--met him to bring him his binding cloths in an office or anything that looks like it could be a home. And I don't think that he is dealing well with Shirakumo Oboro's death."

They considered what you had just said for a moment.

"Wait! Aizawa asks you to bring the scarves to him in person?" said Mic, who looked almost giddy. You felt this was a bit inappropriate, given the seriousness of what you had just told them.

"Of course he does," said Midnight. "Of course he does...I knew it." Apparently something about Aizawa being sad and needing some help was very funny, and you were happy to be on the outside looking in when it came to the joke.

After a few seconds, both of them seemed to realize how improper their reactions were, and they sobered up--at least as much as they could. "Leave it with us," said Kayama. "And thank you for looking out for our sweet little grumpy boy."

~~

You waited for Class 1-A to leave their homeroom--they were all discussing hero names as they streamed out, so you might as well have been invisible to them. After they were gone, you poked your head in, and Aizawa invited you into the room. You acknowledged Aizawa with a bow and produced the familiar box. You hadn't kissed it this time. Apparently the luck of your kisses had run out.

"I'm sorry that this one took so long to produce, but I couldn't salvage anything from its predecessor."

"No need to apologize. It would have been irrational for me to expect you to have a new one prepared right away."

The new scar under his eye looked very painful. (And hot! Don't forget hot! said the wildly inappropriate voice in your head.)

"I'm sorry you got hurt," you said.

"Thanks, but it's part of the job."

You were both holding an end of the scarf box. Had your hands ever been this close? Why had you never noticed how large and strong his hands looked? (Think of how it would feel if he held you! said the unhelpful, inappropriate voice.) The air around you suddenly felt very, very heavy and you knew you had to leave before you embarrassed yourself.

You released the box, backed up a couple of steps and were about to turn around when you met resistance. Two hands, which revealed themselves as belonging to Nemuri and Hizashi, pushed you back toward Aizawa and closed the door to Class 1-A behind them.

Shouta looked like he was considering jumping out of one of the windows.

"I've had to watch this pining silliness for years now! I can't take it anymore!" shouted Mic.

Much more softly--which underscored how deadly serious he was--he added, "One of you better say something now, or I will."

Kayama's voice floated into your ear: "That's a promise, sweet thing."

You and Shouta just stared at each other, like terrified deer transfixed by light.

"Would you like to go to a park?" you blurted out, your nerves causing you to project at unexpectedly high volume. "Maybe sit somewhere nice and quiet? I could do some knitting while you mark your papers?"

Aizawa tried to hide his blush behind the binding cloth he was already wearing. You felt your own face heat up and sweat start to form. If you weren't so frightened of the twin cupids Midnight and Mic, whose hands were still pressed firmly into your back, you would have turned and run.

Fortunately you didn't, because the most beautiful boy you had ever seen or would ever see ignited his Erasure, which his two friends correctly interpreted as a GET OUT gesture and then, when the door was closed and it was quiet and you two were alone, softly said, "Yes, we should go to a park."

Shouta walked up to you with a small, shy, sincere smile that peeked out over his scarf. You decided you'd have to figure how to slip a kiss to the scarf that was still in its box sometime later. He slowly took your fingers one by one until he was finally holding your hand. Then, he led you out of the room.

Maybe you were just being hopeful, but you swore his eyes looked less sad.

[takingchences]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟕

Where the descendant of a legendary quirk longs to rewrite history by becoming a hero. But in order to fulfill her dream, she must first face off against ghosts from her past and a growing attraction for the insufferable Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

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Kirishima shook his head in disbelief. "Real villains? No way. How could so many of them get into a UA facility this secure?"

"Yeah, why aren't the alarms going off?"

Thirteen was unable to answer.

"Is the entire campus under attack?" Todoroki calmly voiced their concerns.  "Or is this their only target?" The multicolored boy was incredible at deductive reasoning in these types of situations. Endeavor mostly enforced combat training and quirk control, but occasionally he would present them with "what if" scenarios to test their minds. She never thought she'd say this, but she was grateful for his guidance. It's better to be able to reason in moments like these, rather than allow yourself to panic.

"Either way, if the alarm sensors aren't being triggered, then one of these villains must have a Quirk that's masking their presence here. They carefully chose this isolated facility as an entry point at a time when a class was being taught. They're fools for trespassing here, but they've thought this out."

He was right.

Somehow, the villains had known that they would be here and came prepared. To launch an attack against the country's top ranked school for heroes, with a majority of the faculty being Pros themselves... these villains were either extremely foolish or extremely cocky. Or perhaps, they had good reason to be so comfortable waltzing into one of the most well-guarded facilities in Japan. Either way, they were in real danger. If the entire campus was under attack, it would be awhile before any backup made an appearance.

But if they were the only target, and they were unable to contact the outside for help, they were in serious trouble. Most of her classmates probably had limited combat experience. Even having spent the past decade or so under the tutelage of a member of the Top Ten, up against hardened criminals like these, Sana herself felt uneasy about the odds.

She reached up and tightened the ribbon securing her ponytail, knowing full-well that things were about to get ugly.

Aizawa gripped the rescue hero firmly by the shoulder. "Thirteen, get them out of here and alert the main campus." His frown deepened. "If they have the ability to block our sensors, then they might be jamming our regular communications, too." He turned his attention towards Kaminari. "Try using your quirk to contact the school."

"Yes, sir."

Midoriya approached their teacher, concern reflected in his eyes. "What're you gonna do? You can't fight them on your own! There's too many of them. Even if you can nullify their Quirks, your fighting style's not suited for this. Your power works best in stealth and one‐on‐one fights. That's not gonna help with a group."

Eraserhead adjusts his goggles, his usually slouched posture now gone. He stood tall and confident, as if he weren't about to face off against a group of villains single-handedly.

"You can't be a pro if you only have one trick." Sama almost thought he'd smiled. "I'll leave it to you, Thirteen." Were his last words before he went flying down the stairs, his feet barely touching the steps.

Mr. Aizawa is... "such a badass." Sana breathed, her eyes trained on his lone figure. The focus of their class was entirely on the one man army down in the plaza, kicking ass and taking names without breaking a sweat. His movements were sharp and precise, his attacks swift and true. Seriously, how have I never heard of this man before this year?! Sana was in disbelief.

Thirteen quickly stole their attention back, herding them towards the entrance. "This is no time to be analyzing." Midoriya, who was lagging behind to watch Aizawa, was guided forward by their chaperone. "We have to go!"

On Sana's right were Mina and Kirishima, their ever-present smiles and cheerful disposition nowhere to be found now. The pinkette's hand was wrapped tightly around her's, the grip painful yet comforting. It anchored her, helped keep her mind in the moment. This is really happening.

On her other side, keeping pace with her despite being able to surpass her in just a few quick strides, was Bakugou. She knew it wasn't the time to think about such trivial things, but she wondered how they always ended up together whenever they found themselves in a bad situation.

The group slid to a stop, inhaling sharply as purple and black mist filled the remaining space between them and the exit. "There is no escape for you."

Now what are we supposed to do? Sana cursed. If the villain was really made up of mist, then none of their powers would do any good in a fight. Besides, he could probably transport them wherever he desired long before they had a chance to coordinate an attack.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. We are the League of Villains. I know it's impolite, but we decided to invite ourselves into this haven of justice to say hello. And besides, isn't this a fitting place for All Might, the Symbol of Peace, to take his last breath? I believe he was supposed to be here today, and yet I see no sign of him. There must've been some sort of change in plans we could not have foreseen. Ah, well, in the end, I suppose it doesn't matter. I still have a role to play."

His glowing yellow eyes settled on her. "Fortunately, I can confirm that there is indeed a Sakano present among you. Bringing down not one, but two pillars of society will only bring further attention to our cause."

They want to kill... me?

Sana almost laughed, but the sound remained trapped in her throat. She could feel the shock and fear pouring off her friends and classmates as the words registered in their minds as well. Wanting my father dead is understandable (and honestly kind of relatable), but me?

Sana stared back at the villain unflinchingly. She'd faced worse than this. She couldn't exactly remember when or where, but surely she must've at some point, right? She could make it out of here no problem-

A cool caress of frosty air from behind made her shiver just as Bakugou and Kirishima dove forward, launching a synchronized attack.

"Did ya think we were just gonna stand around and let you tear this place to shreds?" Bakugou grunted, firing off explosions left and right. The blonde had a severe case of RBF most days, but the look he had now was different from his usual I'm-gonna-kill-you face. There was the ever present ferocity, as well as a new emotion in his vermillion eyes that she didn't have time to identify.

After a moment the smoke cleared, revealing a perfectly intact villain. Well, shit.

The well mannered portal surveyed them warily. "You live up to your school's reputation. But you should be more careful, children. Otherwise, someone might get hurt."

For the first time, she heard a catch in Thirteen's voice. "You two, get out of the way, right now!"

Misty gates opened along the edges of the group, sucking the teens toward them like a vacuum. "I'll scatter you across this facility to meet my comrades, and your deaths!"

Mina's hand was wrenched away as Sana's body was dragged towards one of the portal entrances. Cries of alarm rang out as others were yanked away in every direction. Multiple voices rose above the noise to shout her name (Bakugou yelled "Dumbass," which she knew from experience was aimed at her.) Vaguely, she was aware of ice forming along her feet and legs, trying to secure her in place.

"Sho!" She cried, extending her arm towards the red-and-white haired boy also struggling to fight against the pull of the villain's quirk. His mismatched eyes met her's. The force of the gate was too strong, and he could only watch, helpless, as the ice he'd summoned around her shattered.

With a startled scream, Sana was swept into oblivion.

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Shoto Todoroki had never been so enraged. It wasn't the burning, passionate type of anger, where you lose all sense of mental clarity, but rather the cold, calculated type where you're perfectly aware of what you're doing and just can't bring yourself to care. Not only had these villain wannabes trespassed and planned to kill them and one of their teachers, but they'd specifically targeted his friend. His best friend.

And if he's being completely honest, his only friend.

Rought patch aside, it was unacceptable. Her family were public figures, which meant most of the general population could accurately guess the ins and outs of her quirk. Those villains would use her weaknesses against her until she was on the brink of-

No. He refused to pay that thought any mind. She knows how to fight without her quirk if it comes down to that. She won't go down so easily.

The memory of her outstretched arm and startled gaze as she was ripped away from them left a tight pressure in his chest.

The bad guys he'd been transported to fight were boring and unremarkable. They hadn't even had time to activate their quirks before he'd encased them all in thick layers of ice. Shuddered breaths and whimpers broke the silence as he leaned in to talk to one of them.

"What's your plan? How are you going to kill All Might and the Sakano girl?"

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Bakugou fired another blast at an oncoming enemy, frustrated by the lack of power they displayed as they crumbled under the power of two high schoolers. Kirishima was at his back, fighting against another surprisingly weak opponent. The blonde's mind couldn't help but wonder where a certain glowing dumbass was, if her weak ass was alive or taken out by some lame villain.

If she's dead, I'll kick her ass.

"Oi," Bakugou barked over his shoulder, catching the redhead's eye as the last villain crashed to the ground of the abandoned office building they'd landed in. "What the hell was that Mist Bastard talking about? Killing that idiot?"

Kirishima scratched the back of his head. "Well, she's a Sakano." He shrugged with a wobbly smile. He was obviously worried. "I thought everybody knew about that."

Bakugou grunted. This wasn't the first time someone had implied something about her family, but fuck if he knew what the big deal was. Just days ago, she'd told him she wasn't related to any heroes, so maybe they were actors or something? But why would villains give a shit about that?

"So what?"

Kirishima's face contorted in confusion. "So, that's a pretty big deal, man. 'The Founding Family' and all that."

The blonde was silent as he let the information sink in. She wasn't the child of an actor like he'd first suspected, but something else altogether. He'd sometimes see clips of Yoichi Sakano parading around the city inbetween hero interviews and battle recaps. The man's contempt for villains—and even heroes—was well known. He hadn't made any drastic changes in fear of tanking his popularity with the public, but he was sure it was coming soon.

In Bakugou's eyes, the guy was a major pain in the ass.

A deep sigh left the redhead's lips. "And there's her dad's job to think about."

Bakugou grunted in agreement, glaring out the window. They were a few stories up, so he had a pretty clear view of the other rescue zones, but nothing to indicate which one the villains' intended target had been swept off to.

"Killing the Prime Minister's daughter would definitely get them the attention they want."

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It's hot.

Sana slowly turned around to observe her surroundings. She was surrounded by buildings on fire. The amount of smoke had her eyes watering and her throat tightening up, choking her. Her visor couldn't protect her eyes from the clouds of smoking forming around her. She pressed her nose and mouth into the crook of her arm, the fabric of her suit acting as a makeshift barrier to filter her breathing.

The heat would've been suffocating if not for her ability to adapt to such conditions. Her training with Endeavor had helped her build a tolerance to extreme temperatures, but only to a degree. She had a high resistance to heat, and could store it in her body for a considerable amount of time before she's forced to release it. But her resistance to cold wasn't nearly as impressive. Her naturally hot body temperature helped her last longer in the cold than the average person, but relying on her reserves to regulate her temperature would eventually deplete her energy.

Which begs the question: why had the portal sent her here?

Squinting through the ash-filled air and dense smoke, she spotted figures watching her from a distance. Sana wasn't sure if she should engage in a fight or focus on escaping. The villain had obviously recognized her, which means he was aware of the nature of her quirk, and he'd still sent her here? Did they think she could only use sunlight as a source? Even then, why send her here? Thirteen hadn't mentioned what all of the zones were designed for, but surely there was a designated zone for harsh weather conditions, which would've been a much better choice in her mind if she were a villain plotting to eliminate a hero-in-training with a quirk like her's.

The villains, much like her, seemed hesitant to engage. Usually, she would use that against them, but she still wasn't sure if fighting was the answer. She didn't know what their quirks were, or their fighting styles, or just how many were hidden throughout this Hellscape. If she did choose to fight, what if the flashes summoned more enemies to her? She'd be done for. On the other hand...

What if it summoned help?

There was no way of knowing if one of her classmates had been dropped here with her, or if she alone was left to the wolves to be slaughtered. But maybe someone from another zone would see it and try to get to her.

She could see the villains growing restless as they eyed her warily. It's a big risk, but just standing here isn't going to change anything. She balled her fists. You need to act first, before they can overwhelm you.

Holding her arms out on either side, she sucked as much scorching heat and raging fire towards her as she could before aiming her fist at the largest grouping of villains. She could feel her eyes glowing like miniature suns as she unleashed her quirk.

I'm not the helpless little lamb you think I am. She smirked as the villains scattered, cries of pain, shock, and fear filling her ears as she brought a large portion of them to their knees with just one blast. She'd focused on that heat, that wild ferocity that made fire so alluring, and harnessed it- no, magnified it with the supply of energy she'd had saved in her reserves and released it with deadly accuracy.

She'd burned them down where they stood like ants under a magnifying glass.

I'm a wolf, too.

[sayurime]

Madre

Salir a a patrullar era algo que Aizawa ya no frecuentaba desde el nuevo periodo escolar, la clase 1 A necesitaba ser vigilada constantemente, lo que lo dejaba con muy poco tiempo para él.

Por eso aprovechaba las raras ocasiones en que podía escapar de sus deberes como maestro y podía vagar nuevamente por las calles.

Caminar entre callejones, deteniendo borrachos violentos y ladrones de cartera es un buen cambio de aires de las misiones más peligrosas en las que ha sido participe.

Curiosamente, el día de hoy se a encontrado muchos ladrones bien intencionados. Flores y chocolates han sido los objetos robados de sus reportes, no es como si los fuera a plasmar en un reporte, claro.

Hoy es el día de las madres, muchos locales tienen a la venta estos artículos, incluso los criminales de poca monta aman a sus madres.

Él no festeja este día, al menos ya no, su madre había fallecido hace algunos años, una diabetes diagnosticada muy tarde la consumió rápidamente.

Así que solo coloca flores y su comida favorita en su lapida, y el resto del día lo vive con normalidad.

Se encontraba en los tejados y azoteas de los edificios al anochecer, viajando con holgazanería después de descubrir que no habría muchas emociones en esta patrulla, aun así es agradable sentir el frio de la noche en su rostro, permitiéndole respirar y alejarlo del estrés de lidiar con 20 adolescentes.

Llegó a los suburbios de la ciudad, una zona residencial con casas que valen tres años de su sueldo, y aun quedaría debiendo. No suele entrar en estas zonas, no es su estilo, pero la panadería que se encuentra a dos cuadras vende unas magdalenas que Hizashi ama con locura.

El cielo comenzaba a oscurecer, las farolas de las zonas residenciales comenzaban a cobrar vida, debe admitir que es una vista agradable, hay momentos en los que se pregunta como seria una vida domestica común y corriente, pero el pensamiento se aleja tan pronto como llega, su vida domestica es perfecta tal y como esta ahora.

Decidiendo que fueron demasiadas divagaciones por el día, saltó de tejado en tejado con la intención de llegar a la calle principal y caminar como una persona normal, pero al llegar al penúltimo tejado se topo con la vista de un par de alas carmesí a dos tejados de distancia.

Hawks es un héroe del cual no siente ningún tipo de interés, no niega que el joven es sorprendente por sus logros a tan corta edad, pero fuera de eso no dedica ningún pensamiento hacia el héroe.

Sin embargo, el hecho de que al parecer Hawks no lo ha notado es un indicador de que algo anda mal con el chico. Aizawa no es chismoso ni le gusta inmiscuirse en los asuntos de los demás, pero por alguna razón no pudo moverse, esperando algo.

Hawks se encontraba encorvado sobre las puntas de sus pies, en una pose aviar muy común del joven, observando algo a la distancia, pero lo más destacado de todo esto es el ramo de flores que sostenía en una de sus manos.

Aizawa pudo identificar ese arreglo floral de una de las florerías del centro de la ciudad, uno de los más caros por lo que recuerda, esa misma mañana un hombre intento huir con uno de esos sin pagarlo.

Pasaron alrededor de diez minutos y el chico seguía en el mismo lugar, sin darse cuenta del hombre que lo vigilaba a la distancia. E n algún momento Hawks se llevo una mano a la boca, mordisqueando la punta de su dedo pulgar, sin apartar la vista del punto que estaba observando desde que llegó.

Casi han pasado veinte minutos y Aizawa no entiende por que no se ha ido, lo que sea que este esperando Hawks no es de su incumbencia, y aun así no encuentra en si mismo el dejar solo al chico, quizá sea el hecho de que Hawks no es mucho más grande que sus alumnos, el joven apenas rebasa la edad adulta, a sus ojos aun es un niño, lo cual esta mal, Hawks ha demostrado ser tan capaz como cualquier otro héroe experimentado, si no es que más.

Pero al verlo tan perdido en ese techo, sosteniendo un ramo de flores que no pueden ser para otra persona sino su madre...

Si, Aizawa no puede abandonarlo. A veces un apoyo invisible es bueno.

Un suspiro y el movimiento de plumas moviéndose lo alertaron, Hawks por fin se había puesto de pie, pero haciendo alarde de su titulo se fue tan rápidamente que Aizawa no tuvo tiempo de nada.

Saliendo de su escondite se movió en dirección al techo en el que anteriormente se encontraba Hawks, encontrando el arreglo floral bota sin cuidado en el suelo.

Uf, Aizawa no pudo evitar suspirar. Al parecer la vida familiar del joven héroe no es tan perfecta como lo pintan los medios, pero siendo sincero, ¿Quién realmente tiene una vida perfecta?

Recogió el ramo del suelo e intento arreglar un poco las flores que se maltrataron por la caída. Se giro en dirección hacia donde Hawks había estado observando todo el rato. Un par de casas lujosas se erguían frente a él, pero solo de una se lograba ver la silueta de una mujer en la ventana del primer piso.

Con cuidado se acerco a la casa y miro el interior, una hermosa mujer con largo y alborotado cabello rubio se encontraba sentada en el sofá bebiendo una copa de vino mientras mira una pelicula.

Es una mujer joven, pero el parentesco con Hawks es innegable.

Aizawa la observo un poco más, sin saber exactamente que buscaba.

Soltó un suspiro mientras observaba las flores.

Fue una suerte que lograra encontrar la panadería aun abierta, una mayor suerte al encontrar aun algunas magdalenas para Hizashi, mientras pagaba la golosina pensó un poco en lo que hizo y si fue lo correcto, espera que el encontrar las flores en su puerta ayude a Hawks y su madre a acercarse un poco más.

Lo que Aizawa no sabia, es que ese hermoso arreglo terminaría como los demás regalos que Hawks había mandado a su madre, olvidado en un contenedor de basura.

[pink-pages]

Night of the Dragon

Ok, where do I even start? This book was a trip. Seriously, I honestly think more happened in this book than in the previous two books COMBINED. I must admit, though, that I started reading this book in February but then My Hero Academia happened and I spent far too much of my time and energy simping over Todoroki, Shinsou, and Amajiki. Oops. Anyways, when I did get around to reading all of the book, I wound up reading most of it in two days. It was SO GOOD and there was always something happening. I would really like to make this post spoiler free, but seeing as half the plot is spoilers…yeah, not gonna happen.

One of the things that I really loved about this book was that the events of the book happened over a course of 2 or 3 days. It meant that the book spent a lot of time on everything that happened in those days which is good because there are so many twists and turns that if it wasn’t that thorough, it would get very confusing.

Honestly, I absolutely loved reading about the night the gang spent at the Tsuki Palace. I’ve always loved reading the scenes where characters are preparing for a battle and the scenes in the Tsuki palace before the start of the battle were all about the main characters mentally preparing for the massive fight ahead. The characters were all more open about their emotions because that very well could be the last time they’d ever get to say what they wanted to say to their friends.

I think my favorite of those scenes was the one where Suki talks with Daisuke. I hated that Suki only wanted to help Daisuke while Daisuke thought she was there to make his life miserable. It made me want to scream ���TELL HIM!!!” nearly every time Suki even so much as breathed (well, not-breathed, since she’s dead) in the same room as Daisuke (my autocorrect just tried to turn Daisuke into Aizaw, what the hell?)

The scene with Okame and Daisuke the night before the battle was just as flowery as expected. Naturally, I loved it. Although I do wonder if it’s some sort of running joke that Okame and Daisuke can never get any privacy. I mean first Yumeko invades Okame’s dream, then she walks in on them kissing, and now we’ve got Suki watching them be sappy.

Then the conversation between Yumeko and Kiyomi and the reveal of what happened to Yumeko was amazing. I was afraid that the separation would have formed some sort of unfixable break in their relationship but it doesn’t seem that way. Now, even though the monks are dead, Yumeko still has a family to come back to. If they don’t get killed in the battle, that is.

Then the scene with Yumeko and Tatsumi. Beautiful. I’m not used to ACTUAL real COMMUNICATION in relationships involving stoic bad boys. I guess it’s easier to say fuck it all and talk about your true feelings when you’re, like, 99.9% certain you‘ll be dead in 24 hours. Also, Yumeko using her fox illusion magic to create a forest landscape in her room. Chef’s kiss.

The battle scenes were really exciting though. I don’t know what it was about the writing but it FELT thrilling. Like, the only other time I have felt that enthralled in a battle scene was in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and considering Harry Potter is my favorite series of all time, that’s saying something. It honestly felt like I was there watching this whole thing play out.

All of the twists were crazy too. I knew it wasn’t going to be as simple as just stopping Genno, but good lord there was much more to the plot than I expected. I mean, I thought it’d be stopping Genno from getting his wish and then stopping Seigetsu from using the wish for himself but instead we get corrupted Kami, resurrected dragon spirits, and a crazed Kitsune trynna be a god.

Characters

Yumeko: Ok, since when has Yumeko been this powerful. I mean, she was always badass but this is on the next level. She really made illusions real. Also, can we take a minute to appreciate the fact that she’s so pure of heart she was able to call on the Kirin (without using the Kodoma as middlemen) and she ACTUALLY FUCKING TAMED A GENERAL OF JIGOKU?! I mean, hecking heckety heck, the sheer amount of power this girl holds.

Reika: I didn’t believe it when she died at first. Like, I read that she was hit and I was like “it’s ok, it’s not the real Reika. It’s just one of Yumeko’s illusions.” It was the real Reika. Fml. I don’t know what to think about her death scene. On the one hand, it was so heart-wrenching I literally had to take a break from reading to get through it. On the other hand, she gave a whole ass speech and there came a point where I was thinking “this is getting ridiculous, shouldn’t she be dead already?” I must say, I did love that she was true to her character even through death. She went out making sure the team knew they were idiots but that they were her idiots.

Okame: I hope this man is currently partying it up in Meido with Daisuke and his brother cause he deserves it. “Honorless Ronin Dog” my ass. The dude’s got honor and he‘s a much better person than he thinks he is. He’s also funny. Like, the characters are walking through a literal cave of despair and I’m laughing cause he made some sort of comment about potentially poisonous flowers in moaning caves.

Daisuke: I said in my last review that he reminds me of Jem Carstairs from The Infernal Devices. Well, I have found another similarity. Both Daisuke and Jem don’t just try to avoid death but go running into it head on. I mean we’ve got Jem who needs to take Yin Fen to survive so he throws some of the last of the Yin Fen supply in the fire and then we’ve got Daisuke who fucking VOLUNTEERS to fight a demon general of Jigoku which is pretty much a death sentence. And like, both of those characters spend the whole of their respective trilogies EXPECTING to die. I understand Jem because terminal illness and all that but Daisuke does not have some sort of certain death sentence hanging over him so could he at least TRY to survive? And the whole thing about meeting death completely peacefully as if everything’s ok, like, “oh yeah, I’m just dying. Nothing wrong here.” As if I’m not fucking FALLING APART reading it. I love this man, but I am angry.

Tatsumi: I read somewhere that it really says something about Tatsumi that the Kirin showed himself to Tatsumi even when he had a demon inhabiting his body and I definitely agree. As cold as he sometimes seems, Tatsumi is really a force of pure good. He was also not an emotionless wall in this book. Like, I said in an earlier review, Tatsumi isn’t one of my favorite characters, but his death was so sad. Also kind of makes me angry cause, really, was the only way to defeat the evil foxman to stab him THROUGH YOURSELF?! and why’d the book have to end before we actually see Tatsumi reincarnated and Yumeko ACTUALLY MEET?!

Suki: Man oh man. Ok, so I love this girl, but how did she not see that there was something off about Seigetsu? Like, he’s acting uncharacteristically mad and Taka is missing and you still don’t think something is off? That being said, Suki really is the MVP in this book. Like, Yumeko would be dead a thousand times over if it weren’t for Suki. Seriously, though, she’s also so relatable. I, too, would stick around as a ghost to help Daisuke.

Seigetsu: I CALLED IT!!! I knew there was something off about this man. I mean, no one ever does anything for nothing. Seigetsu had to have had a reason to pull all those strings. I can forgive him for trying to become a god, he’s a villain, that’s what he does. I cannot, however, forgive him for killing Taka.

Hakaimono: I was debating writing about him, mainly because I’m lazy and didn’t want to write that much, but I figured it was pretty important to write about him considering his obvious character development. I was pretty happy with the way his character developed, but I’m sure there are going to be some readers who are not sold on his character development because you never see any obvious signs of it until the end of the book. I wound up kind of loving his character when he was angrily helping Yumeko because “goddamnit, I’ve gone soft.” It was just kind of funny cause it was like, “I will kill you in the future“ *says while saving Yumeko’s life.*

[chipen]

HEROES  GET  HURT.  IT  WAS  JUST  A  FACT  OF  THEIR  existence  -  another  unavoidable  casualty  in  their  line  of  work.  but  heroes  like  eraser  head  -  who  lacked  offensive  capability  (  not  completely  devoid,  only  lacked  as  much  as  yourself  )  and  ended  up  often  mired  in  the  most  dangerous  of  missions  -  or  a  first  priority  at  being  taken  out…  well.  you  wonder  if  perhaps  he  often  got  hurt  more  than  others.  you  wonder  how  many  of  his  own  wounds  he’s  stitched  shut,  how  many  near  misses  he’d  found  himself  encumbered  with.  eraser  head  was  the  best  of  the  best  -  truly  impressive.  but  right  now  you  don’t  see  him  as  that.  right  now  he  just  looks…  small.

a  grunt  of  surprise  leaves  you,  watching  as  he  slips  and  struggles.  on  reflex  -  you  reach  outwards,  curling  your  other  arm  against  him  so  he  doesn’t  face  plant  into  the  nearest  puddle.   ❝ aizaw-  eraser. ❞  comes  your  voice  -  not  quite  a  scolding.  just  a  warning.  your  flames  dim  completely  then,  but  body  still  emits  unnatural  heat,  always  ready  to  provide.  indeed  -  you  don’t  wait  for  his  protest  -  but  instead  bend  downwards,  and  scoop  him  into  your  embrace  with  such  unbelievable  gentleness,  it’s  hard  to  regard  this  as  the  same  endeavor  who  had  charred  a  nomu  to  pieces  only  months  prior.  ❝ don’t  bite  me. ❞  is  all  you  say  -  as  if  worried  the  pathetic  wet  cat  in  your  arms  might  suddenly  grow  fangs.  ❝ and  close  your  eyes. ❞

it’s  harder  to  fly  in  the  rain  when  you  generate  propulsion  from  heat  -  but  you  succeed  -  albeit  with  a  bit  of  difficulty  attempting  to  ensure  your  passenger  is  not  pelted  by  the  growing  droplets.  fortunately  the  endeavor  agency  is  nearby  -  and  the  landing  access  on  the  top  floor  apartment  as  a  good  remodeling  decision,  you  think,  considering  how  often  no.  2  drops  in  -  and  spares  you  and  eraser  a  pelting  of  questions  from  your  night  shift  sidekicks.  you  land  gently  -  and  bustle  inside  with  nary  another  thought,  far  too  committed  to  the  tasks  at  hand.

you  deposit  him  gently  upon  the  made  bed  -  chilled,  no  doubt,  from  lack  of  use  -  and  disappear  into  the  bathroom.  minutes  later,  you’re  at  his  side  -  first  aid  kit  in  hand  -  and  it’s  with  a  jerk  of  your  head  that  you  gesture  to  him,  clinical  and  sure  -  but  not  without  hesitance.  if  there  is  one  person  that  can  easily  get  you  to  sit  -  it’d  be  shota  aizawa,  judging  by  the  red  that  dusts  your  unscarred  cheek.

❝ shirt…  off.  unless  you  want  me  to  burn  it. ❞   again,  it’s  weirdly  gentle.  and  you  don’t  exactly  have  time  for  propriety,  what  with  the  blood  stains  and  grime  dripping  onto  your  navy  sheets.  alas…  you  have  spares.  ❝ let  me  help. ❞

the night washes over you, you bask in the moonlight, ignoring the flares of pain that erupt inside of you. the open wound stings and your body aches, there's going to be several bruises blooming onto skin by tomorrow and you're sure that a stiffness will be felt in bones and muscles, strained by the injuries sustained. your ribs burn with every breath you take and it hurts, like a piercing pain that makes you not want to inhale again, makes you want to sob from how it stabs you with a sharpness you despise. you hiss like a disgruntled cat, wobbling from your unstable stance.

you always preferred to work at night over the day, blending into the shadows and staying out of the spotlight. it was better for you, allowed you to flourish as the underground hero you were. you were the hero that lingered in back alleys or sketchy streets, that occupied suspicious rooftops and dark parking garages. you weren't flashy and you had no desire to be, what's the point ? a hero is meant to save people .. not worry about television interviews or publicity or even fans. it seems that ideal has been muddled throughout the years, overeager heroes joining the scene in search of fame and money .. it sickened you in a way.

you peer at him, the number one hero .. and you think that he's not as insufferable as the others. just slightly, just a bit. a bitter laugh falls from busted lips as you hear his response. it's not one that curls your lips upwards into a grin, no .. instead it leaves from the frown plastered on face, fragmented and weird. and yet, despite the bitter laughter that fills the air, you're leaning into the cloth, almost as if you were yearning to lean into his touch, as if you had hoped it were his hands and not fabric that graced your skin. you blame the blood loss .. and ignore the way your heart stutters in chest and the feeling that resides inside.

then he's offering his arm to you, staring blankly at it for a few moments as you blink once, twice, three times 'til you finally move. you nearly fall but you catch yourself, hands grabbing onto his arm desperately in order to regain balance, a whine escaping clenched teeth as white hot pain fills you. fuck, not good .. you'll live of course but shit. heavy breaths rattle, struggling to fill your lungs with air. your fingernails dig slight into fabric like a cat claws .. it gives you a stability you pathetically need right now. you'll apologize later, when you aren't hurting as much and bleeding in the streets. maybe.

" okay, " you ignore the quirk part. anyone else would be delighted, perhaps, that someone like him would be so interested in their quirk. you just roll your eyes. " sorry to inconvenience you. "

[renugihar-globalpublisher]

#exploremizoram #mizoramindia #aizawal love to visit east part of india https://www.instagram.com/p/CVJOSzVhdhK/?utm_medium=tumblr

[berrychanx]

Tokyo Mew Mew – Tojo Shin Mew Mew! – Minna Issho ni Gohoshi Suru Nyan (Japanese: 東京ミュウミュウ 登場新ミュウミュウ!みんないっしょにご奉仕するにゃん♥ Romaji: Tōkyō Myū Myū – Tōjō Shin Myū Myū! Minna Issho ni Gohōshi suru Nyan) Playstation 1 Character sprites

[angelsdevils]

Midoriya x Little Sis! Reader

Title: Hero Crush Fluff No Warning

Midoriya held you as he walked into his class, it was a bring your siblings to school day. So of course he had to bring his cute little puppy to class with him. As soon as he walked in everyone turned to him, and they began to squeal. You looked almost identical to Midoriya except you were 6 years old, had (h/c) hair, and (e/c) eyes.

“Omg, she is so cute!” Uraraka squealed as she came up to you and him.

“What do you say puppy?”

“Thank chu,” you hid your face into Midoriya’s neck before hearing a familiar voice.

“Hey brat…” You lifted your head to see Bakugo and you reached for him.

“You can’t call a kid a brat dude…” Kirishima said and Bakugo ignored him as Bakugo took you from Midoriya.

“I missed chu!”

“Yeah, yeah…” he looked away and everyone grinned as you held Bakugo’s cheek and placed a kiss to it.

“Omg, so adorable. I can’t, my heart… gonna die…” Denki said holding his heart. Bakugo huffed with a small blush but didn’t say anything. He put you on his shoulders which caused Midoriya to worry.

“Please don’t drop her Kachan…”

“Shut up Deku~ no one is going to drop her right brat?”

“Yeah!” You cheered slightly as you held onto his head.

“I didn’t know Bakugo was good with kids.” Todorki said and Bakugo shrugged.

“She clings to me whenever she can.”

“Mine…” You giggled and hugged his head before turning to the door.

“Who is this cutie?” Midnight asked, as she walked over with All Might.

“Deku’s little sister…”

“Midoriya (Y/N)…” Midoriya said with a smile.

“NO! It’s Puppy to you!” You yelled at him and he held his hands up.

“Sorry puppy.”

“Hmph…”

“That was loud…” Kirishima said rubbing his ears.

“She gets like that with Bakugo too, if he doesn’t call her a brat she yells.” Midoriya explained. All Might held his arms out, and you glared at him.

“No! Stupid All Might!”

“Ouch…” Midnight was laughing and All Might sweat dropped.

“Uh…sorry All Might…” Midoriya apologized.

“Puppy you can’t call people stupid…”

“Ka~chan does it all the time.” You complained and Bakugo looked away from everyone.

“He isn’t exactly the person to look up too…” Iida said and Bakugo started yelling.

“WHAT! DON’T SAY THAT!”

“Favorite super hero is God Explosion Murder God Dynamite!” You yelled and Bakugo stood proud and Midoriya had tears in your eyes.

“Puppy I thought you were my biggest fan.”

“Face it, I am better.”

“Bakugo, did you really teach her that?” Mina scolded slightly and he rolled his eyes.

“What’s going on?” A tired voice said and your eyes widen seeing Aizawa.

“E-Eraserhead?” You whispered quietly but the group could here you. Your face turned as red as Kirishima’s hair. Your brother sweat dropped at how embarrassed and shy you got.

“Looks like you have a fan Aizawa…” Midnight said and he looked at you. He walked up to you and you buried your face in Bakugo’s hair and became bashful.

“G-Go away s-stupid…” You mumbled and everyone snickered.

“I would have thought she would have Midoriya’s personality seems Bakugo rubbed off on her though.” Momo said laughing slightly and everyone nodded. You peaked up at him and he was staring at you before going to walk away.

“W-Wait… up…” You held your hands up and Aizawa ignored you. You began to tear up and All Might tested his luck on holding you.

“No, W-Want Eraserhead…”

“Aizawa don’t leave her hanging, hold her…”

“I don’t want too…”

“Come on, gonna break her heart.”

“Everyone get to your seats, All Might and Midnight, get out. I got class.”

“No fun…” They left and Aizawa sighed and went about teaching. Bakugo set you back down and you went to Midoriya and he picked you up on his lap. You continued to look up at Aizawa and he eventually caved and picked you up when he was teaching. Some of the students squealed at your cuteness, but he shot them a glare and continued to teach. You laid your head against Aizawa’s chest and put your thumb in your mouth before closing your eyes.

You eventually fell asleep as he taught, and when he was done, he bundled up in his sleeping bag. You both ended up falling asleep and everyone sweat dropped.

“He looks like a father, protecting his child.”

“It’s adorable.”

“I just hope she don’t pick up on his habits, like she has with Kachan…”

“Shut up Deku!”

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