#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

[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.

[sleeppyreader]

Long hair DILF!Kirishima, Lets goooooooooooooo

Stolen from twitter bc I need to see everyone's answers

[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.

[sculkrelic]

aizaws

[summerlovingbaby]

Traitor Rewrite Part 3

Aizawa watched Y/N get dragged away. Her body limp and void of life, though her eyes were open. Her eyes were wide open yet she stared straight ahead, staring intensely at absolutely nothing but a brick wall. She stopped fighting and kicking and screaming and turned into a corpse.

Aizawa rubbed Eijiro, who collapsed on the ground, on the head briefly before exiting the viewing room. His eyes loomed over the room looking the top of bright yellow hair, and a loud booming voice that seemed to flow throughout police station.

He found who he was looking for. Yamada was loosing his temper with a vending machine that ate his change and spit out stale pretzels instead of the crisp yellow patoto chips that she wanted. He kicked at the vending machine once more before grabbing it by the sides and shaking it.

It didn’t work.

Aizawa tapped him on the shoulder and placed his head in between his shoulder blades and bit back a rather loud sigh that he didn’t want anyone to hear.

“ I want to go home.” he whispered.

“ I know, babe, me too.” Yamada said, poking at more buttons  on the vending machine before giving up and tossing his hands in the air. “ This damn machine.”

“ I want to go home.” He repeated. The thought of being in this police station any longer was unbearable. He couldn’t go back into that room with all his students looking to him for awnsers, he couldn’t stand exposed in this police station, with all the underpaid detectives looking at him like he was a disgrace.

Who was he kidding? He was one.

Yamada turned around and brushed his fingertips along his face, briefly taken aback with how hot he was. When he got upset, his body tempature rose about a hundred degrees. The tip of his nose was turning pink, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid the gaze of everybody in the room.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. “ Take me home, now, please.” he pleaded.

He blinked a few times,, before looking up again, and at that moment he felt like a little kid. He was confused and concerned and hungry and afraid. And he hadn’t a shit idea what to do about it. The air around him turned hot and he felt like his skin was peeling off if he stayed in that stuffy room anymore.

“ Yeah okay.” Yamada said. He turned on his heel, breifly letting go of Aizawa’s hand and feighning a stomach ache, before moaning loudly to anyone who would listen that it was important that he go home at once, along with his boyfriend, who he needed to take care of him.

It was a rather good show, he clutched his stomach and slouched over. And if anyone tried to stop him he would heave and gag until they let him pass, dragging Aizaw a behind him, who offered no resitance and seemed rather amused with the whole thing.

Aizawa made quick arangements for the students, leaving them in the care of Midnight and Princeapal Nezu. Most of the kids liked them well enough and those who wouldn’t listen, Aizawa deemed them responsable enough to care for themselves so that was that.

Midnight ushered the students out of the viewing room, most of them to shocked to resist. All except Deku, who had his nose pressed against the glass, his mouth open and breathing hot air onto the window.

This felt all wrong. 

It had to be all wrong,

Eijiro through himself into histeryics and needed help to stand up and leave. His mouth flops open every time he tried to breath. Breathing was never something that he thought he would have a problem with, but there he was struggling to get air in his lungs and push it back out. The room around him blurs and the people turn into soft shapes and shadows. They are all asking him questions, that he can’t understand, and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to respond. 

He wanted to go home, and nap. His bones ached with exhaustion, having not slept for days.

Everytime he tried to sleep, he would close his eyes and someone would start screaming, when he opened it the screaming would go away, so he ended up laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling. He thought the light fixture above his bed, looked remarkably like  a boob, and that never failed to make him happy, but for some reason it made him burst in to tears.

It’s probably because it never failed to make Y/N laugh like an adolesent school girl. She would point at it and laugh until she made her cheeks pink and she would double over. Eijro would poke at her stomach and tickle her thighs just to help her laugh more.

He loved her laugh. He loved her. Or at least he thinks he does. Or he used to at least.

“ What do you need?” Mina asked. 

Someone helped him sit in a white plastic chair, that could really use a seat cushion, because it was absoultly absurd that they would expect anyone to sit in those chairs for long stretches of time.

“ Can I get you some chips?” Sero spoke while handing a bag of chips, it crinkled loudly and it made him angry.

“ What about water, he needs water. “ Iida shoved a large bottle at his chest while he shouted.

“ It’s kind of cold, someone find him a blanket!” 

He didn’t even recognize the voice, but it sounded more frantic than he did. His lungs hurt, and he needed oxygen he couldn’t seem to find a breath of air. Maybe that was because everyone was so damn close to him sucking up all his oxygen.

“ He needs to drink the water first, he’s lost a lot of fluids.” Iida exclaimed.

Everyone was talking around him, sucking up all the oygen. there breath stunk up the already stale air. He wanted to go home. He wanted to sleep , and he wanted someone to speak to him like he was a person, yet nobody was.

He pulled on Bakugou’s sleeve. Bakugou was looking at the wall with a stony expression. He yanked on it, hard, to get his attention.

“ I want to go home.” he said. 

Bakugou moved his eyes down to look at him blinking rapidly. Kirisima knew two things in that moment. Bakugou looked down at him with curious eyes and a quizzical expression, he was thinking,

1. He needed to get out of this damn police station before he went crazy.

2. He needed to get Bakugou out of here and back to his hot tempered self.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. It was louder this time, so Iida heard him.

“ He wants to go home, someone take him home.” Iida said rather loudly.

Eijiro looked up at him, with big butter eyes melting down his face. “ Take me home, please?” He asked. “ I can’t breathe here.” he whispered.

Bakugou yanked him up by the arm, making him stand and pushed through the crowd of classmates who were doing there absolute best to help him, but making things certainly worse.

Nobody wanted Eijiro to be alone with Bakugou, a boy who lashed out whenever he felt like, but Bakugou wasn’t a person that you would stand up to. Unless you were Izuku, who was standing in the corner, his bright green eyes looking off into the distance. His left eyebrow was raised so that meant he was confused or bored.

They made it outside with minimal ressitance, and Kirishima ran to the nearest tree, hunched over and clutched his stomach, before promptly throwing up his breakfast and gagging on his own stomach bile.

Bakugou rubbed his back, but it didn’t help.

His heart hurt. 

It felt like someone took a knife and cut out a piece of his lungs and his stomach.

“ Sorry.” he said, standing once more. “ I don’t feel-” he doubled over once more, this time gripping on to the tree every time he heaved as to not fall over, he was afraid that if he fell over, he wouldn’t want to get up.

And if he didn’t get up, he would die at the base of the tree due to expousre or starvation,

Once he was finished, Bakugou made him stand, offered him water, which he didn’t except, just took the plastic bottle out of his hands and threw it at the ground. The bottle poped on the ground, and they both watched the water melt into the ground. 

Bakugou walked with him to the nearest bus stop, then sat next to him on the bus ride, that was before he walked him to the dorms after and insited on spending the night.

Deku felt wrong, something about this felt all wrong. He knew Y/N, or he thought he did. They grew up together, she spent her formative years at his house, when things got bad at home. He held her while she cried about her mother leaving her, and her sister leaving and her father being arrested for killing her brother.His mother fostered her for 3 months while her grandmother was under investigation, and it all seemed wrong.

“ This can’t be real.” Deku muttered. “ This can’t be true.”

“ It is, Midoriya. I mean you saw all the evidence!” Iida chided. “ Her laptop, her phone, the letters to her father-” he spoke.

“ I just find it hard to believe-”

“ Well believe it.” Aoyama snapped. “ They found all that evidence, and probably more stuff that they couldn’t tell us about.” he walked to the vending machine and looked at his reflection in the glass. He pushed a blonde hair out of his face and rubbed at his eyes. “ It’s best that we forget about this matter, and move on.”

“ Aoyama-” Shoji whispered.

“ I SAID WE SHOULD FORGET ABOUT IT!” he snapped. His voice high pitched as he shouted briefly losing his composure. 

He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection and fixed his hair once more. He was starting to loose it, and he couldn’t. Not now, not after everything he’s had to do. Not after what he just had to do, he couldn’t.

“ I’m sorry, I lost my composure. The last bus for UA leaves in 20 minutes. I suggest we don’t miss it.”“ he chirped. He plastered a white smile on his face, shoved a dollar bill in the machine and it spit out skittles. God, he loved skittles.

He walked through the station, most of the rest of the class following him, Midnight attempting and failing to maintain some sort of order. Mineta yanked at the bottom of her blouse, trying to reach it to unbutton it, which resulted in her grabbing him by his hair and dangling him out infront of her to the ride to the bus stop.

Shoto and Deku remained at the police station. Deku wasn’t ready to leave, and Shoto wasn’t ready to meet his father, and tell him how much of a failure he was. Denki sat down at the table next to him, wiping wet hands on his denim jeans to dry them.

“ What are you still doing here?” Shoto asked, looking up from the bag of stale pretezels he stole.

“ I had to take a piss.” he said. “ Ohh. Pretezels.” he exclaimed, snatching the bag from Shoto. “ Where’s everybody else.”

“ Catching a bus.” he replied flatly.

“ What are you still doing here?” he asked.

Truthfully, if Izuku was being honest, he had a bad idea. Would it be bad if he broke into a evidence locker, yes it would be bad. And could it make things worse for him and Y/N,  yes. But he had to know, he had to make sense of everything that was happening. His brain weighed down by to many facts, his heart fogged with the idea that Y/N could be bad.

She was the one bright thing in his life, the one person who never pitied him for being quirkless, never bullied him, never hurt him, She protected him from bullies, but not because he couldn’t defend himself, but because she protected all her friends. She was feircly loyal, and would take a beating for anyone that she cared about.

That’s why he had a hard time understanding that she was a bad person. Y/N, his Y/N, the girl who used to plant daisies in the empty lot next door because she wanted people to look at something pretty on their way to wherever they were going.

“ I don-” he started, his voice high pitched and squeaky. He was always a rotten liar.

“ Izuku’s here because he’s planning to break into their evidence room to see the evidence.” he replied flatly. his hands gripping the edge of the table.

“ I AM NOT-”

“ You’re a rotten liar.” Denki replied with a grin, he was always one to like to cause trouble. “ You got a plan or what?”

“ Nope.” he popped his lips. “ Well I do, but it’s a rotten one.”

“ Which means we should go home, right?” Todoroki asked, looking up from his snack with a half hearted smile.

                                                     -

Eijiro finally went to sleep around 3 AM, and he stopped crying at about 4. He curled up in Bakugou’s arms, and pushed himself against his chest so he could hear his heartbeat- the only thing that managed to calm him down.

Izuku snuck into the common area, as soon as he heard all the commotion die down and he assumed it was empty. He put on all black, packed up his climbing gear in a bag and tip toed out of the room. He snuck past the common room, he stepped on a particularly creaky floorboard and a light flicked on.

“ Midoryia... I assume there’s a logical explanation for this.” Iida sat in the blue armchiar, his arms crossed neatly over his chest.

“ Not one you would like.” he replied.

Iida stood up slowly, thinking of what to say, before he placed hands on his hips and walked in circles around the armchair. “ I suggest you go back to your dorm.”

“ Or what? You’ll report me?”

“ No, but even you can assume that this is a horrendus idea.” he said. “ I get it, you being her friend in all-”

“ She’s saved my time more times than I can count, it just doesn’t make  sense for her to be the bad guy.” he said. He walked to the pantry and pulled out a granola bar, and 2 water bottles.

“ You’ll soon learn that they world is more black and white than you realize.” he spoke. Iida sat back down, crossed his arms and faced the door.

“ I don’t want to see it that way.” 

He looked at the large UA painted on the floor and scoffed. Some damn hero he was. Y/N was right he was a pathetic coward and not much else. He was supposed to be a hero, and he wanted it so bad he forgot what it meant.

“ Regardless of how you decide to see the world, whatever plan you’re thinking about, is a bad idea. “ he stood once more. “ I suggest you tell Todoroki and Denki and whoever else you planned on roping into this idea to go to bed as well. I get she was your friend, and this has to be hard, but you won’t help nothing by getting yourself arrested. Go back to your dorm, and we will come up with a smarter plan tomorrow.” he said.

Midorya walked out of the common room, quickly motioned the classmates who agreed to this plan that it was off and waddled back to his room. He planned on staying up all night to think, but his bones ached and his head hurt and as soon as he hit he pillow he fell into one of the deepest sleeps he ever had. He had a pleasant dream. He was a kid again, so were all his friends. Bakugou hadn’t become a bully and Y/N had a home and a  family again.

Y/N on the other hand, was in for a waking nightmare.

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[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. "

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