#and so do Zashi and Sho

[madamenyxillustrations]

My Hero Academia. Midnight/Kayama Nemuri, college AU. Because I stumbled across: https://youtu.be/aBFWTvKHKng and got inspired.

AU idea: Nemuri is getting a degree in art and design. She finances all of that (and her fancy apartment that she shares with Hizashi, who sorta just pay for utilites while she handles the rent) with her little side hustles (e.g. OnlyFans). Meanwhile, Hizashi is running his own podcast for fun and is getting a degree in media and interns at a local radio station. I imagine him dramatically crying because she’d be able to buy expensive shit and then begs her to help him sell his feet pics so he can get some stuff for his podcast. He chickens out and consoles himself with an expensive coffee which ends up being made by a VERY cute grumpy guy and---

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ERASERMIC HEADCANONSSS‼️

Before they were dating Mic would probably put songs on his radio show that’s like hinting to sho yk like “I don’t wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips” and allat whenever he knew sho would be listening🤗

They both have scars (not sh) and whenever one of them gets insecure about them the other would kiss the scars and compliment them.

aizawa is a hard person to get flustered/embarrassed but mic easily gets flustered/embarrassed and aizawa makes fun of him for that also mic is rlly the only person that get aizawa flustered

They gave eachother promise rings 😍

Aizawa only likes physical touch from mic

Mic is the flirty and teasing one in public but at home aizawa is the teasing one. (Well mic teases and flirts ether way)

Their relationship was meant to be a secret but mic couldn’t keep his mouth shut and told all might and nemuri, eventually nearly everyone knew, mic only really wanted his relationship to be public because of joke.. but it got out of hand🥰

Mic fell (inlove 🙄) first aizawa fell harder

Mic tries to teach aizawa English but it doesn’t go very well.. aizawa only knows a couple of sentences and mic basically gave up on tryna teach him and mic accidentally uses English words in sentence and if aizawa doesn’t understand he Would slap mic for no reason…

Got tattoos with each others in Initials ❤️ (mic got S.A aizawa got H.Y and the initials have hearts around them)

Mic sends cute TikTok’s to shota saying “us?” But sometimes he sends red thought or spicy TikTok’s s to shota saying “we should do this;)” or whatever… shota just sends cat TikTok’s and occasionally spicy/red thoughts TikTok’s

Obv adopted shinsou and Eri

Switches

Mic calls aizawa pet names like “darling, mi amor, baby, sweetheart” and babe. Aizawa rarely calls him pet names but when he does it’s “my pretty boy, honey, baby” and zashi (zashi is mostly used) idk💀

Defo makes out in the supply closet at school whenever they’re bored or just in the “mood” (they got caught once)

Aizawa hates mics drinking habits so he told me “whenever you feel like you want to drink, kiss me, I want this drinking habit to stop zashi, it isn’t good for you.” Beacuse he told mic that they have a make out session nearly everyday 💀 (mic still drinks but not that bad, and does aizawa regret telling mic that? No.)

Black cat bf/husband, golden retriever bf/husband

Mic forgets to eat and drink sometimes cuz of his adhd and so does aizawa (aizawa doesn’t have adhd tho) they both have to remind eachother, sometimes they even forget to remind eachother..👍

Mic likes doing aizawas hair time to time and aizawa finds it cute:3

Mic likes watching/listening murder documentaries and aizawa finds it creepy.. but sometimes he finds them interesting 🤗

They have 2 cats and 2 parrots (not a very good combo Ik..) and mic taught the parrots all the swear words and aizawa is well.. not very happy about that.

Mic is the scary one in the relationship but aizawa is a the one mostly in control, yk?

The both tend to overwork but mostly hizashi overworks beacuse my man has 3 jobs so hizashi is actually the most tired in the relationship and aizawa always try’s to get him to sleep mic also makes sure aizawa gets sleep

They go on vacation to America sometimes 🤗 I like to believe hizashi has some family there

Both have eachother merchandise

Hizashi’s love language is gift giving and physical touch, aizawas is words of affirmation and acts of service.. (both do quality time)

Aizawa is the dad of class 1A mic is the mum

Mic owns a TikTok acc and forces aizawa to film with him sometimes (the acc kinda just became a family acc eventually)

They both find it oddly attractive when the other swears or when the other is mad/srs

Mic wrote songs for aizawa, aizawa pretends to fine it cringe but he finds it cute and loves it (mic knows that)

Despite being an English teacher mic hates reading cuz of his adhd, like my man can’t focus, aizawa likes reading and keeps trying to get mic to read (never works)

They both planned to purpose at the same time without knowing , hizashi just beat him to it, it went a little like this “shota aizawa will you marry me?” Aizawa laughs and starts cryihg from happiness’s and laughter “ofc I will zashi! But want to know something?” Mic nodded.. “I was literally ganna purpose to you aswell” they both have a laugh about it time to time

Mic can’t bake for the life of him but he can cook, aizawa can bake but can barely Cook he only knows like 3-4 things

Once hizashi got them kicked out a fucking neighbourhood for being to loud, they had to get a whole ass soundproof house after if they even exist.. I mean it’s the mha word soo🤪 a soundproof house is. Also go for other reasons! (😏) LMAO

Mic: even more dirty minded aizawa: dirty minded

Before dating they were both madly in denial but mic was like “we should like.. make out, AS FRIENDS..” and then do a nervous chuckle, aizawa would just be like “alr”

Hizashi finds it hot when people know how to play the drums, aizawa can’t play the drums but tried to learn for hizashi, hizashi didn’t know but once walked in on him tryna learn and said “sho, what are you doing?”

Shota responded with “tryna be hot.” Mic laughed “you’re already hot, just because I like something doesn’t mean you have to live up to that something nor like it aswell, I wouldn’t be dating you if you weren’t my type, I love you.” Aizawa smiled “I love you to zashi.. I didn’t even learn anything anyway, the drums are useless..” (this happened when they were young, like 15-16?)

 I believe hizashi would be decent at drawing, but he specifically learnt how to draw cats for aizawa, every anniversary hizashi would draw a cat with cute cat puns/pick up lines like uh “if I was a cat I would spend my 9 lives with you :3” and ofc he would give aizawa a gift aswell, like flowers ect and go out. Aizawa loves when hizashi does this tho sometimes he finds some of the pick up lines/puns cringe, it still cute, And aizawa for anniversary’s He would do anything hizashi wants, occasionally surprise him, he would always get hizashi something cute tho :3

Aizawa got tired of hizashi coming home looking beaten because he can’t fight (like close combat) so aizawa decided to teach hizashi some fighting skills,and they have fights every now and then. Hizashi is now decent at fighting and can do some basic self defence, hizashi had a bit of a plus tho beacuse he’s more flexible then aizawa.

The family (shinsou, eri and obv erasermic) all play Minecraft together and mic made their whole entire family home along with the cats.

Sorry that it’s so long! But thanks for reading😋

[ace-touya]

Sometimes I think about Oboro and get real sad

I headcanon him and Zashi met in middle school, with them meeting Sho in UA, and like. In the grand scheme of things he was in their lives for such a short time period, he’d known Shouta for just two years. Known Hizashi for four in my hcs

But he made such a massive impact to the point where neither of them healed from losing him, over a decade after it happened

I don’t think Rooftop Trio were that well liked outside their small circle. It was the three of them plus Nemuri sometimes, against the world

And sure, Hizashi has this sort of infectious positivity and makes everyone laugh all the time but it’s definitely a character he puts on. Buried just below the surface is this angry, sad, self-doubting dude who doesn’t think he’s doing enough for the people he loves despite the fact he always puts them before himself

And in contrast, Oboro’s positivity is so genuinely real, he’s just a happy guy. He inspired them both, lifted them both up, and probably is a big reason why they even were close in the first place, because Hizashi and Shouta are complete opposites but Oboro has some shared interests with each of them respectively which makes the two of them get close, and he absolutely was Hizashi’s biggest wingman ever when he realised he loved Shouta romantically

And then like.. after seemingly dying in a really gruesome way, he got turned into a monster at the age of only sixteen, probably in a really gruesome and horrific way if Tomura getting AFO’s quirk was anything to go off of (and that was with likely a lot more developed tech considering it was so long after, and the added fact of wanting to keep Tomura’s brain in tact, which wasn’t something they cared about with Oboro)

Then he was forced to care for a child only like 10 years younger than he was, while simultaneously also being forced to be a bystander while said child is actively being groomed, by the same guy who made him like this

Into a shell of a person, noidentity of his own, no purpose except caring for this kid who was too young and too hurt to understand that both of them were trapped. He had no free will, and no real personality

And the icing on the cake is that any of the genuine care Kurogiri had for Tenko came from the love and protectiveness Oboro had for Shouta, someone Kurogiri can’t remember but whenever his gloomy little honorary son would take too many naps in one day, or stare blankly at someone he found stupid, or coo at pictures of small dogs, he’d be reminded of messy black hair and eyes that turned red, and wouldn’t know that it wasn’t Tomura he was thinking of

[help-itrappedmyself]

Clone!Izuku Part 2

I should be pacing myself and not giving you guys expectations by putting these out so close together. But Guys I am having the best time. I can already tell this is going to be my longest fic yet, it's over 1/3 of the way there already. So, take this because I found it hilarious.

Featuring Erasermic!

Aizawa Shouta is a sensible man. He is a realist, logical and steady. Very rarely can things truly surprise him, but as he arrives home after patrol he finds himself deeply confused and almost overwhelmingly uncertain. 

“Welcome home Sho!” He hears his husband call as he toes off his shoes. It’s early, his husband is making breakfast when Shouta comes in and slumps himself onto a stool in front of the kitchen counter. Zashi turns to look at him as he lays with his head on the counter. “Sho, is everything okay? Did something happen on patrol?”

“Zashi.” Shouta sits up, facing him. “I’m gay.”

Hizashi nods at him slowly. “At this point in our relationship I’d be concerned if you weren’t.” He tries to joke, but something in Shouta’s demeanor is tense and Hizashi knows better than to think he’s overreacting. Wherever this is going, Shouta has a point. 

“I have always been gay. And I’ve only ever been with you.” Shouta states evenly, mind working through the problem. “You are my husband, and I’ve never cheated on you.”

“That’s good to know, Shouta.” Hizashi smiles at him, getting the food off of the burner so he can focus on his husband. 

“I ran into a child today.” Shouta is speaking slowly, confusion now noticeable in his tone. “He was short, probably homeless, and looked exhausted. He was using his quirk on some addicts in an alley. And me by nature of proximity, I would guess. His quirk that suppresses other quirks.” Hizashi raises his eyebrows at this. “His eyes were red when his quirk was active. They turned green when he stopped. His hair… It wasn’t floating like mine, but it definitely had some lift to it that disappeared when he stopped using his quirk. And he called me ‘dad’ when he first saw me.” 

Shouta stared at his husband, but it didn’t seem like he knew what to make of this situation either. 

“There is a child out there that thinks you’re his father?” Hizashi asks for clarification. Shouta nods. “And he seems to have your quirk, and shares at least some resemblance to you?” Another nod. “Where is he?”

“He ran when one of the addicts started having a seizure. I went to help them and I couldn't find him afterwards.” Shouta takes a deep breath. “This is crazy right? There’s no way he’s actually my son. He probably just doesn’t know who his parents are, and knows what my quirk is somehow and assumed since they seem similar.”

“Does it matter?” Hizashi asks softly, laying his hand on Shouta’s arm.

“Of course it matters.” 

“Sho…” Hizashi comes around the counter and sits on the stool next to Shouta, taking both of Sho’s hands in his and holding them in his lap. “Sho, there is a kid out there, probably homeless. His quirk is similar to yours, he already thinks of you as his dad, and he needs help.”

Shouta takes a few more deep breaths, waiting for his thoughts to reorder themselves. “I’ll try and find him Zashi. We’ll see what we can do after that.”

Hizashi’s smile grows on his face, beautiful and kind. And Shouta knows that he wants a kid. Has for a while. And as strange as this situation is, Shouta knows that Zashi usually gets what he wants. After all, Shouta can never say no to that smile.

[ghostlycomputerartisan]

This Was Unexpected PT.2

This Was Unexpected Pt.2 (Polyamorous Relationship with Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada) Reader is Female and uses she/her pronouns

!!!WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT! (Hizashi gets hard) Implied sex, language, MENTIONS OF PANIC ATTACK

Word Count: 2014

Hizashi's hand tightened in yours, you looked over at him. There was a look of what seemed to be happiness on his face, but for once it was hard to read. Then you looked over at Shota. Of course you couldn't read him. No one ever could. He was always blank faced. Sometimes he showed something. 

"I wanna keep it," you finally spoke up. 

Hizashi immediately wrapped you in his arms and held you. A few stray tears of happiness flowed down his face. Shota took a second before he as well wrapped his arms around you. 

You went to the doctor with the boys a few days after to see how far along you were. You ended up already being a month into pregnancy. 5 weeks. Obviously you weren't really showing yet. But you didn't want to tell your agency. They would force you to quit hero work until you fully recovered from having the baby for safety of you and the child's health. That was something you didn't want to do until later. 

"Babe, you can still w-"

"But I wouldn't be helping people on the field. I'd be stuck at a stupid desk all day, Zash."

"Well, how ab-" 

"No, I can still move around perfectly fine! My only setbacks right now are my mood swings and morning sickness, which goes away by noon for me. I can still do hero work"

"But I-"

"Hizashi. We will make sure Y/n tells them around month 4 or 5. Just let her do what she wants right now, nothings going to happen." Shota said.

He was currently driving us to another house showing. We decided we needed to upgrade the house before having a kid and since Shota was going to be going on a mission soon to rescue a little girl. Shota's talked about taking her in previously, once she gets checked out and is free to go. So you'll end up needing at least a three bedroom. 

"Thank you, baby!" You smiled at him, squeezing the hand that sat on your thigh. 

The house searching was actually really fun for you and Hizashi. Shota didn't find it as interesting since he didn't have as much of a nack for decorating. It didn't last long before you all were ready to go home for dinner. Plus, Shota had night patrol and needed to rest before having to get up. 

"What're we gonna have for dinner?"

"I don't know" you shrugged, "But I sure as hell ain't cooking, so probably left overs or a frozen meal out of the freezer"

"Whattt," Hizashi whined. "Why can't Sho cook tonight!!" 

"Did you forget that I have night patrol?"

"No, but..."

Shota sighed, "what do you want me to order?"

"YAY!!"

The second the three of you got home, Hizashi was running inside with your dinner. You rolled your eyes at him and closed the car door, looking over to the west, noticing the gorgeous sunset. Standing there for a minute, you felt an arm snake around your waist and hold you close. You rested your head on his chest.

"So pretty," you muttered.

"Mmmm, just like you, darling."

Hizashi snuck back outside from your apartment building and saw you two like that and took a few pictures. He saved it as his lock screen and the decided to go bother his two lovers. 

"Hey! Your dinners going to get cold!!" 

Smiling and looking back at him, "we're coming 'Zashi!"

"Way to ruin a moment," Shota mumbled, "what a dumb blonde."

You giggled and took Shota's hand, heading inside the apartments. When you got inside, Shota headed straight for the bedroom. You went over and sat with Hizashi at the small dining table and began eating with him. 

"Can we cuddle tonight?"

"Of course!!! We always do!!"

"No, I mean like... can we stay up and like, watch a movie and cuddle. We always cuddle while sleeping, but we don't cuddle that much when we're awake." 

"Aww, is my baby feelin' clingy! You're so cute babe!!"

You blushed and looked away from him. When you finished dinner, you checked the time, making sure that Shota didn't need to be up yet. You did some dishes while Hizashi figured out what to watch. You looked over at the clock. It was about 8:20. Shota didn't need to be up for another 10 minutes, but of course, you decided you wanted to go cuddle with him before he left too. 

You shuffled into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed where Aizawa was resting. You flipped him onto his back. You knew he was awake and just trying to ignore you to get some more rest before having to get up. He let out a heavy sigh as you straddled his hips, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. 

"Couldn't jus' lemme sleep?" He sighed, "jus' like 'Zashi"

You laid down on his chest, your head resting under his chin on his chest. His hands moved to play with your hair and the other, to rub up and down your back. You snuggle into his warm body, your hand resting on his chest, while the other grips at his tangled hair. You sighed in contentment, before you heard a sad whine escape your other partner. 

"Y/n!! You said you wanted to cuddle with me!!" 

"I do, I was just waking up Shota," you mumbled, eyes drooped shut.

"Well it looks like you're falling asleep with Shota, NOT waking him up!"

You giggled, eyes still shut, "I would never do that!"

Hizashi huffed, crawling into bed with his lovers and sitting on your butt and laying on top of the two of you.

You giggled again, not minding Yamada's extra weight on you. "Can we just not move?"

"Nope, I got work," Shota ruined the moment. 

You heard Hizashi and Shota share a few kisses, probably initiated by Hizashi. 

"Keep kissing me like that and we're gonna have more problems," Hizashi whined.

"Hizashi, It was basically just a few pecks! How the hell are you getting hard from basically nothing??" (This is that face palming emoji, like that's how I imagine this moment to be) 

"It's not my fault!!" He whined again,"you're both just so sexy!!" 

"Ewww!!! I can feel it on my butt!! Get off!!"

Hizashi pouted getting off of you and sitting next to his lovers on the bed. 

"What time is it Zash?" 

"Uhh," he picked up his phone, "It's 8:32"

Shota sighed, "I gotta get up, honey" 

You groaned, letting go and rolling off of him. You laid on your side, facing Hizashi. You kept your eyes closed, curling up to fall asleep. 

"Babe, it's only 8:30! You're gonna fall asleep so early!! What about cuddling!!"

"Too tired now!" you exclaimed.

"Come on Hizashi, leave her alone. Let's deal with your problem real quick so I can get to work. Unless Y/n wants to deal with you."

They both awaited your response.

"Mm-mm"

"Okay!" Yamada replied excitedly, jumping off the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

You laid in bed, holding a pillow and resting your eyes. You would've probably been able to sleep had it not been for the loud moaning. And muffled 'shhh, you're gonna wake her up!'. You half drifted off, hearing the bathroom door open and Hizashi shuffle out. He came and laid down with you and pulled you into his arms to cuddle you.

"Better?" you mumbled.

"Mhm"

Shota opened the bathroom door and came out. He sat down on the edge of the bed while putting his shoes on. Once he finished, he sat hunched over probably asking himself why he chose this life for himself. He got up and stretched before turning around to give you a kiss on your temples. You rolled over and pulled him in for a kiss on the lips. You pulled him in for another kiss, not wanting to let go. He lifted your chin and kissed you back gently. 

"I gotta go to work, baby," he mumbled against your lips.

"Mm-mm"

"Mhm"

"Come on babe, let 'em go"

"You're only okay with him leaving cause he fucked you," you pouted.

Shota let out a breathy chuckle before giving you one last kiss. Then giving Hizashi a kiss before heading out the door. You cuddled Hizashi with your hand in his long blonde hair, and your leg between his. You're head nuzzled into his neck below his chin. You kissed his neck softly. You felt him kiss your forehead a few times before reaching over and grabbing the blanket to lay over you two.

"You really going to sleep right now, baby?" 

You nodded slightly, holding him tighter. You felt him grab his phone out of his pocket, the arm under your head held it as he scrolled while the other gently glided up and down your side, occasionally cheekily reaching down to your ass to give it a squeeze. 

You drifted off to sleep till you heard Shota open the door to the bedroom quietly. He must've removed his shoes by the door since you didn't hear his steps. It was probably around 2 AM. You didn't hear anymore movement for a few seconds, then he shuffled over to the nightstand behind Hizashi. He put down his phone to charge and started changing into comfier clothes. He reached over both of you to grab Hizashi's phone, since he fell asleep while staring at it. He plugged it in and sat on the edge of the bed. Normally, he would just join you and you'd both fall asleep pretty easily since you woke up sometimes when he got home. 

"Sho?" You whispered, slowly sitting up, rubbing your eyes. "You okay, baby?"

"Mm-mm," he hummed. 

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You asked now more awake and aware, gently shaking Hizashi awake.

"Don't wake 'em," Aizawa muttered, "He's got an early shift, gotta sleep."

"Okay... Do you wanna go talk?" 

He let out a shaky sigh, "can we?"

You nodded, slipping out of bed and following Shota back out to the living room, quietly closing the bedroom door on the way. He took you out to the small balcony and sat down on the small chair in the corner pulling you to sit on his lap. You held him close to your chest, and he let out a few shaky breaths. His eyes were closed and his hold on you was tight. A few tears spilled down his face. A sob racked through his body. He rarely cried, let alone sob. He struggled to breathe for a second, seeming like he was about to have a panic attack. 

"Shhh, baby, breathe... Calm down honey... You're okay, you're safe" You tried to comfort. 

He matched his breathing to yours, but sobs still racked his body. It took him awhile to calm down. You stroked his hair gently. You didn't want to push him to tell you anything, so you sat there in silence till he was ready.

"There was a Nomu... We defeated it, but..." His breath hitched, "USJ."

"Flashback..."

He nodded. You sat in silence for a few minutes, holding him and playing with his hair. "I promise you're safe," he nodded again.

Hizashi opened the balcony door. He didn't say anything, he just walked over to you two, sitting on the armrest of the chair and hugging Shota. "Why didn't you wake me?" He mumbled, sleep evident in his voice but he still pouted.

"He told me not to wake you since you had morning patrol... 'm sorry, we weren't leaving you out, honey." You whispered, removing your hand from Shota's back and placing it on Hizashi's cheek. He leaned into your hand, enjoying the physical affection. One of Shota's arms remained around you while the other made its way around Hizashi's waist. You kissed Shota's forehead, and rested your cheek against it.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" You mumbled.

Shota nodded and you all piled off of him. You wiped off his remaining tears and led him to the bedroom. You each laid on opposite sides of Aizawa and wrapped your arms around around him. 

"We love you, baby," Hizashi whispered.

"Love you guys too"

[dazaicg]

☽｡⋆ finally feels like home.

cw: drug mentions. but mainly just a little aizawa drabble :)

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aizawa can feel exhaustion nestled deep inside his bones as he walks up the stairs to his apartment.

he’s been away from home for almost 5 days. 5 long, excruciating days. he was assigned to spy on and take down a drug ring, and to properly infiltrate, he had to stay with the gang the whole time— which meant no going home, and hardly any sleep since all of his time alone had to be spent gathering intel.

once he had enough information the police and a few other underground hero’s were able to perform the bust, which was successful, thank god.

the lack of sleep and the weighing stress was definitely starting to get to him, though— and not being able to regress at all for 5 days was weighing on him the most.

obviously he couldn’t let his guard down while infiltrating the gang, so he had no time to be small, and he was definitely starting to feel it.

fuzziness was beginning to creep into the edges of his mind, forcefully holding it back for so long only making the urge stronger and harder to ignore. all of the stress he’s been under has just been making the need to regress even worse, just wanting to be small and forget about everything to get some relief (and sleep) for once.

he’s almost regretting letting mic convince him to regress nightly— it was helpful, he would admit, but when it’s forcefully taken away it just makes it 10x harder than it would’ve been before.

he finally makes it to his apartment though, and he takes out his keys and fumbles for the right one for a second before he hastily sticks it in the lock and turns it.

he walks into the apartment, dropping his bag and taking his shoes off as quickly as he can so he can be comfortable. but he then hears movement on the other side of the room, so he looks up, and sees mic sitting up with wide eyes as his book he was seemingly reading lays face down beside him.

“sho?” he says quietly, standing up. he then runs over to him, embracing him tightly as he strokes his hair softly. finally seeing mic again after so many days of no contact makes him release tension he didn’t even realize he had built up as the fuzziness in his brain just gets even stronger. “i missed you so much, sweetheart…”

the nickname is the last nail in the coffin, and aizawa immediately slips. it’s almost crazy how fast he slipped once he finally felt safe and comfortable, and all of the stress and tension that’s built up fades away in an instant.

“‘zashi.. missed you,” he mumbles into his chest, melting into his arms. he can feel zashi smile into his hair, and he kisses the top of his head.

“i missed you too baby,” he says with a smile, and he easily picks up aizawa and carries him back towards the couch he was previously sitting on. he sits aizawa in his lap, and they continue to hug, neither of them wanting to let go after being apart for so long. “i bet it was hard to avoid slipping for so long, huh? you did so well for me though, im glad you’re finally home..”

aizawa nods in confirmation, laying on zashis chest and closing his eyes as he enjoys the warmth of his embrace. his thumb begins to subtly move closer to his mouth, the urge to suck on a soother also very strong now that he’s feeling so tiny. zashi of course notices this, and smiles as he passes him a paci that was sitting on the end table. “don’t suck on your thumb silly, you’re gonna get sick.”

they don’t say anything more for a while, cuddling silently on the couch as they soak up eachothers presence. after a while, zashi begins to read again, softly speaking the words outloud to aizawa as he sucks on his paci. the soft words mixed with the warmth of zashis embrace and the soothing almost immediately puts him to sleep— the first actual restfull sleep he’s gotten in days.

he’s really glad to be home.

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dazaicg © do not repost my works.

[ael-draw]

With my sister, we're currently writing a fan fiction (in our native language) on bnha about our three favorites teachers ('Muri, 'Zashi and Sho').

Around some brainstorming we've come on the idea of including some of their messages exchanged and she asked me to draw them profile pictures.

So here they are :

I'll let you see the horrible scribbles I've made while we were speaking, right beneath (I need to apologies for Shota, it's the worst one lmao)

(pls do not repost this on other platforms ;;)

[gumsnail682]

Keep you safe

Some fluff from your favorite heroes after a villain encounter

So yeah I kinda disappeared for a few months but I'm writing again! And I am obsessed with Shota and Hizashi from My Hero. I've noticed a lack of fluff of these two on Tumbler so I wanna write some fluff with them :)

Apologies for mistakes I'm too lazy to edit

(722 words)

You never think it’ll happen to you until it does, being a hostage for some petty robbery. It really made you realize just how helpless you were, especially without a quirk. Now there you sat at the police station, waiting. You heard the call of your name and looked up to see the only people you wanted to see. Hizashi and Shota.

“Y/n! Oh god, are you ok?” Hizashi took your face into his hands immediately, looking you over. You had a nasty bruise on your temple from where the criminal hit you to show he wasn’t afraid of being violent. It still hurt.

“I’m ok now that you’re here.” You put your hands over his, enjoying the warmth on your cheeks. 

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” You could tell by his tone that Shota was angry but he kept his gaze soft so as not to frighten you. 

“No, he only hit me once.” Hizashi ran his thumb over the bruise and you flinched. 

“Let's get you home and put some ice on this. Nezu gave us the rest of the day off when we told him what happened.” Hizashi lifted you into his arms bridal style. 

“Thank you.” You couldn’t find the energy to express how much them being here meant to you, you rested the side of your head on his chest and let tears fall. 

Shota drove and Hizashi sat in the backseat with you, holding you close to him the whole way. “I’m so sorry we weren’t there. Y/n I’m so sorry!” He apologized over and over. 

“It isn’t your fault, you’re both busy, I get it. It turned out fine.” Even your voice shook as you spoke, they both could hear it and Hizashi could feel the slight tremble on your body.

Shota was quiet the whole drive but as soon as you and the two men were lying in bed he clutched you close to him. “Fuck, I... I was so scared you wouldn’t be there when we arrived.” It wasn’t often Shota directly told you his feelings. 

“Shota.” You didn’t know what to say, you were scared to. 

Hizashi also had a firm hold on you from behind, he was uncharacteristically quiet. “Zashi are you ok?” You wanted him to say something, anything. His silence was killing you!

“How can you still worry about us when your life was in danger just an hour ago? We’re supposed to protect you and-” He was crying, you could hear it in his voice. 

“It isn’t your fault Zashi, it’s not yours either Sho. I was so scared but as soon as I saw you I felt so much safer.” You ran your hand through Shota's hair and intertwined your fingers with Hizashi's. 

“You’re too kind for your own good you know what? You're the one who was in danger and yet here you are comforting us. I love you so much Y/n, I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me, to us.” Hizashi kissed the back of your neck.

“I think I have an idea.” You giggled at the feeling. You felt his smile against your neck and kiss you again.

“Hey, Y/n. Let me teach you how to fight. I.. I think we’d both feel better if we knew you could defend yourself when we aren’t with you.” Shota’s sudden request surprised you.

“You’d take the time to do that? I really appreciate that Sho. I’d love to learn from you.” You kissed his forehead and he raised his head to look at you. You pressed a kiss to his nose and then to his lips. Finally, he smiled then kissed you on both cheeks then your lips. 

You turned around and kissed Hizashi just as you did Shota, his forehead, then his nose then on his lips. “I love you both so much.” 

“We love you too, so much.” Hizashi pressed a kiss to your jawline.

“We’ll do everything we can to keep you safe. We promise.” Shota rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“I know you will. I trust you both from the bottom of my heart.” 

You spend the rest of the day sandwiched between them, You did get some ice on your bruise after your heart-to-heart at some point of course.

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 10 ~ Promises

Your promises throughout the years of childhood, teen hood and adulthood.

Age 10

“Hey Shouta please promise me that we would get married if both of us is still single at 40.” You begged the ten year old boy smiling at him softly as he chuckled. “Hey what about me.” Hizashi exclaimed shocked you didn’t ask him for something like that. “Sorry ‘Zashi but I have known Sho longer than I have you so he is meant to be my husband.” You explained to the blond ten year old boy causing him whine that it is only a year difference that you have known Shouta longer.

“Ok fine but don’t come crying to me when Sho is married.” Hizashi teased you with a grin causing you to blush. “Well now I am going to come cry on your shoulder when Sho is married and I am not. I am going to cry so hard you would have no idea what to do.” You teased right back knowing it probably won’t happen.

“Whatever.” Yamada muttered to himself. “Please Sho do you promise me.” You asked the boy who has been quiet for a while just watching you and Hizashi bicker. “Okay fine Y/N/N.” He started. “I promise if both of us is still single then we can get married. And if you are married then I will just marry ‘Zashi.” He said with a smile causing you to let out a squeal and a giggle.

“Hey what makes you think I won’t be married then.” Shouta just looked at the loud blond in silence causing you to chuckle. That chuckle turned into a loud laugh as Hizashi mumbled about you both being jerks and he won’t marry either one of you when the day comes to it.

Age 18

“Wow can you guys believe we graduate tomorrow. We are finally going to be the heroes we have been dreaming about for ages.” You started tearing up causing both of the boys to chuckle. “Now don’t go crying on us Y/N. We promised each other we won’t cry. You know if you start crying then I will start crying and you know how uncomfortable Shouta gets.” Hizashi teased. “Shut up.” You whispered causing the first tear to fall.

“I am not crying I…” you started. “Okay fine I am crying but I am sad what if we don’t see each other for a while. What if something happens to one of us and the others can’t be by their side.” “I promise you this Y/N if one of us ever gets hurt we would drop everything and go that persons side okay no matter what.” Aizawa said pulling you into a quick hug causing Hizashi to whine that he is being left out. Chuckling you pull Yamada right into the middle of the hug.   

Age 22

“Promise me that if one of us becomes a billionaire we will share the money.” Hizashi asked with a smile at you and Aizawa. “Stop making these stupid promises.” Aizawa grumbled into his coffee mug. “Oh come on you grouch just because you haven’t had your nap doesn’t mean you have to be like that. We like making promises.” You said pushing him lightly in the booth you have been sitting at for the last 30 minutes.

“Yeah well that one is plain dumb how are we going to be billionaires with teaching jobs and underground heroes not seeing much of people.” He says quietly. “Come on man that is only you. I have three jobs I could become a billionaire if I wanted to. And Y/N has her own hero agency, she is likely to become a billionaire before me too. And not to mention she is in the top 10 hero rookies to watch out for this year and I bet you next year she is going to be in the top 10 of the hero billboard.” Now that caused you to blush.

“Really you think so?” you asked with a big smile on your face. Before Hizashi could answer he was cut off by a little girl. “Excuse me are you the hero Blue Nova.” She questions you with a toothless smile. ‘Oh my goodness.’ You thought causing your heartbeat to triple. “Hey. Yes I am. What I help you with?” you smiled at her. “Can I please get a picture and an autograph. It’s for my older brother he always say he loves your hero work. He is sick so I thought if I showed him this he would feel better.” She said pointing at the picture you had taken last week for the article about Top 10 Hero Rookies To Watch Out For This Year.

“Of course I can.” You said taking a photo with her smiling the biggest smile you could muster. “Ok what is his name?” you questioned. “Satori. He is your biggest fan.” She said with a grin. Causing you to grin along with her.

Hey Satori I heard you are my biggest fan I hope you feel better and look after your little sister Always cherish your loved ones And always be kind to one another xoxo B.N

“Thank you so, so much for this I am going to give it to him immediately.” She said waving before turning around and walking towards her mother. “See.” Hizashi said talking for the first time in a while. You just blushed and Shouta felt him heartbeat rise. ‘Wow she is so beautiful. How have I never seen that before.’ Shouta thought smiling at you before going back to his coffee.

Age 23

“Come on let’s go on this ride.” You said pulling Shouta towards the giant wheel. “I have always wanted to go on it but nobody ever went with me because they say it is boring.” You pleaded and Aizawa just nodded with a smile walking forward to stand in the queue with you. “Shit Y/N are you okay.” Aizawa asked as he watch you fall down and all you could do was laugh. “I’m fine I’m fine.” You said still laying on the ground laughing. “Geez you are so clumsy.” Sho muttered as he helped you up.

“Okay let’s go.” You said prolonging the ‘o’. And Aizawa just shook his head smiling at you softly when you weren’t looking. After a 15 minute wait you could finally go onto the ride. Getting into one of the balloons all you started to feel giddy. “I am so happy you agreed to come with me Sho. It really means a lot.” You smiled at him before the ride begins and up you went. ‘No problem Y/N/N.’ Aizawa thought staring lovingly at you when you looked out onto the carnival below you.

Quickly turning his head as he see your head move in his direction. ‘Wow has he always been this handsome. I wish I could just kiss his stupid face.’ You though looking at his side profile. Shaking your head you turn back to the view on your side. As you stopped at the top you and Shouta both looked at each other with grins. Laughing quietly with one another. Slowly moving your heads towards each other. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered softly and all you could do was nod with a blush forming on your cheeks.

As you continued to kiss the ride started moving and you pulled away from the kiss. Heavily breathing Shota just smiled at you taking your hand in his. “Wow.” You whispered. “We have never done that before.” You continued. “Wow indeed.” Shouta agreed with the same small smile on his face. “Y/N” “Shouta.” You both said at the same time causing you to giggle. “You can go first.”

“Y/N I have had feelings for you for the last year and I can’t keep quiet anymore. I need to know if you feel the same or is it just me.” He said looking at you nervously. “I love you too Sho. I wanted to tell you earlier today but I just didn’t know if you felt the same and I didn’t want to ruin or friendship over something so trivial as loving your best friend.” “I love you.” He said pulling you back into the amazing breath taking kiss from before.

Stopping at the bottom all you could hear was Yamada screaming as you and Sho pulled away from each other to get off the ride. “When did this happen? How come you haven’t told me your best friend? How… what… when…where.” He said in one breath.

“Calm down ‘Zashi. We just confessed.” You said causing the blond to shriek. “Did you have a top of the ride kiss?” he questions looking for all the details. Aizawa just nodded and Yamada gave another shriek causing people to look at you guys. “Come on let’s go speak somewhere private. I don’t want all these people looking at Y/N. She is in the top 30 heroes after all.” Shouta said pulling you and Hizashi along with him to a quieter area.

Age 28

“I promised, didn’t I?” Shouta said smiling at you before turning back to the wedding officiant. “You made the same promise to me years ago.” You whispered back causing him to softly giggle. “Now I believe you prepared your own vows.” The officiant said smiling at your both causing you to nod. “If you would do the honours.” The officiant said to Aizawa.

Letting out a deep breath he started. “Y/N I have loved you from the moment in that café with that little girl asking for a photo. I promised I would have married you if we were still single by 40, thankfully it happened a few years earlier.” He said causing the guests to laugh. “I promise I will love you forever. I promise to look out for you when we are busy with work even though you in the top 5 heroes.” This caused you to giggle. “My dreams at night are reflections of all the amazing times we have spent together and for the adventures that still awaits us.” He said with a shy smile. “I promise to stay by your side loyal till the day I die.” He continued and tears started to form in both your eyes.

“Shouta I have loved you from the moment you helped me up when I fell at the carnival.” At the mention of the fell he let out a laugh along with Hizashi who was there as Shouta’s best man. Married to one on you best friends from your agency and maid of honour.

“I promise to stay by your side through thick and thin. I promise to cherish and love you forever. I have never been more certain of a decision than wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. When I look into your eyes I remember all the times we have spent together and that is a reminder of just how lucky I am to be with you. Every day I wake up falling in love with you even more and for that I will be forever grateful.” You finished with a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Now for the rings.” The officiant said with a smile. “Y/N/N with this ring I give you a token of my love and as my promise to stay loyal to you and love you forever.” He finished putting the ring on your finger. “Sho with this ring I give you a token of my promise to cherish you forever. To love you, to grow old with you till the day I die.” You finished putting the ring on his finger. “Now with the power vested in me I pronounce you man and wife you my kiss your bride.” The officiant said.

Shouta pulled you to him giving you a kiss he has been dying to give you since last night. Wrapping your arms around his neck he dipped you down causing your friends and family to cheer all around you. As you pulled away from each other you blushed at the look in his eyes. “For the first time ever may I introduce you to Mister and Misses Aizawa.” The officiant said loudly and the crowd cheered again.

Day 9 | Masterlist | Day 11

[waterfallofspace]

Could I request prompt 75 & 77 with Er/aserM/ic with Er/aser being the sneezy one?

Yes you can~ thank you for the request!! Always happy to write A/izawa, he was my first attempt at this, I adore this man <33 first anime guy I fell in love with ahaha~~ 1.9k words, prompts 75 and 77, story under the cut! 75. Accidentally inhaling an allergen. 77. Pinching the other’s nose before they can sneeze.

(References to swearing in case anyone doesn't like that!)

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“Mic?”

“Yeah?” 

The response comes from the other room, a noise that Aizawa can’t quite place following Mic’s voice as it echoes down the hall. Deciding to ignore it, ‘Probably just testing some new effects for his radio show… if I ask he’ll… tell me… and I’ve only had three cups of coffee today. Not nearly enough for that conversation.’ Aizawa just calls back, starting to take off his boots. He sniffles lightly, absentmindedly rubbing at his nose as a tickle starts to form deep within. 

“I dropped Eri off, Mirio said he’d bring her back in a couple hours.”

“Okay, thank you dear!”

Stepping into the kitchen, Aizawa sets his keys down on the counter and starts preparing another pot of coffee. ‘Long as I don’t tell Mic I already had a cup in the car, I shouldn’t get chastised for it.’ Just as it starts to boil, Mic walks into the kitchen, planting a kiss on the back of Aizawa’s hair.

“I thought you were planning to stay over at UA until they were done? Something happen?”

“Not really. Midoriya wanted to take Eri out for some sweets, and I didn’t feel like tagging along to the store. Mirio said I could just head back, and he’d drop her off later.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? You almost sound disappointed I’m home early.”

“Of course not, love. I just- I was p- planning to… mix some new playlists..?”

“You’re a terrible liar, Mic.” 

It’s true, but said with no malice, Aizawa letting a smile slip through his eyes for a second as he leans in for a kiss. Their lips barely touch before he has to pull away, rapidly raising a hand to pinch his nose as the tickle that had been dancing through his sinuses ignites. He manages to stifle, uttering an apology just before they escape. 

“S- sorry I- hh- dngt’chu-! ih’knXT’chu-!” 

“Oh, bless you!”

“Thanks. W- wait… eh’tnxxgt’chu-! I think I… hk’eNXT’chu-!”

“And again. Aw, I never get tired of that little ‘chuu’ sound! You’re so adorable~!” 

“Mic please…”

He trails off, eyes starting to cloud over as the itch swells again. Oblivious to the fight, Mic brushes the hair from his face, leaning in for another kiss. Aizawa holds his breath, not eager to sneeze on his husband. At first he’s succeeding, but then Mic turns his head. It’s a slight movement, normally barely even noticeable, but Aizawa notices. Their noses brush together, the contact much too light. 

Aizawa gasps, attempting to stall the tickle again as it starts to build, his nose twitching as it leans against Mic’s. Just as he’s about to lose the battle, Mic’s fingers tightly pinch his nose, breaking the kiss with a chuckle. Unable to do anything but gasp, Aizawa brings his own hands up, hovering as he fights the urge to pry Mic’s wrist off. 

“heHh-! Z- Zashi… hahHAh-” 

“Sorry ‘bout this, not exactly eager for you to sneeze on me Sho. I could feel your nose trembling, and it didn’t seem you were planning to break first.”

“Ca- caHh-! Can you let ghhho now?” 

“Oh right, sorry!” 

With that, Mic lets go, Aizawa hovering in sneezy limbo. Each breath seems to drag the tickle deeper, but the gasps go nowhere. After a minute, Mic giggles, leaning down and kissing his nose before stepping back. Aizawa can only gasp, ducking into his scarf with a few loose sneezes. They scrape out before he can stifle them, the intensity a direct response from being forcibly subdued.  

“heH’dJSzuu-! eh’KDjZsshh’uu-! Scu- waihhht… another…. heH-! hahh- DJZShh’chuu-!” 

“Blessings. That might have been my fault.”

“It’s alright. I- heh- knGT’chu-! was already feeling a bit itchy.”

He offers Mic a tired smile, pouring the coffee into his mug and shuffling over to the table. A sigh hisses out as he settles into the chair, leaning one elbow on the table, the other setting his coffee down so he can hastily pinch off another set. 

“hh- knxgt’chu-! ainZGT’chu-! hehh- hH’DNgt’chu-!”

“Bless you!”

“Thanks.”

“You want some alone time?”

“Not- hh’nGT’chu-! particularly. You have something you wanna share?”

“Bless! Well- I diiiid just come up with this super rad new idea for my radio show!”

“Rad, Mic? eh’knXT’chu-! Even I know that’s not- hh- dngt’chu-! not something people say anymore.” 

Aizawa lets Mic start rambling on, a soft look flooding his eyes as he bathes in the warmth from his husband’s smile. Despite the interruptions that keep bursting forth, Mic only pauses his monologing with blessings, never disrupting his flow. Slowly the sneezes start to get harder to stifle, until Aizawa’s practically crushing his nose into his fist each time.

“And so that’s why I think I’m gonna have a new playlist specifically for-”

“hH’NDZJSHH’uu-!”

“Bless. Oh! There’s also something I wanted to tell-”

“eh’gnZSHh’uu-!”

“Bless you! To tell you. So I-”

“kEHDJZ’shuu-! Sorry.”

“Bless yo-”

“hH’DNZSHH’uu-! hDJUZSHH’uu-!”

“Jeez Sho, bless you again, you getting sick?” 

“I don- ehh- aiyZSHhh’chuu-! I don’t think so. I don’t feel unwell, just sn… sneehh… hehh-! Sneezy- hah’tdJZSSHH’uu-!”

“Mind if I fact check that one?”

“Go ahead. Can’t say I haven’t- knNXT’chu-! earned it.” 

Mic offers a chuckle at the admittance, leaning in to press his lips against Aizawa’s forehead. He offers a light hum at the lack of warmth. ‘I didn’t think I had a fever, but I’ve lied about that in the past… or simply not noticed… so best to let him confirm it anyways.’ Aizawa muses, becoming rapidly aware of the tickle surging through his nose. ‘Why is it so much worse all of a sudden?’

“M- Mic I- hAH-! mmMDJZSHH’uu-! mMZSHH’chu-!” 

“Oh, bless you.”

He only manages to aim into Mic’s chest, since it’s right in front of him, before desperately ducking into his scarf. Attempting to mumble out an apology, Aizawa finds only hitches escaping, the words getting overwhelmed on their way out. ‘It won’t- it won’t stop-’ 

“eH’KNZSHH’uu-! dJZSSHuu-! AIYZSHH’uu-!”

“Woah.”

“hehH- ihhh… hh- inGNZT’chu-! heH’AINT’chu-!”

“Bless you, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know… why is- hh’nGT’chu-! nnGT’chu-! Why is it so bahhhd- hAH’AINZ’chhu-! It- it tickles so… so muhhhch… heH- knNDT’chu-!” 

“Blessings again. This seems like an allergy attack.”

“Y- yeahhhh…. hahHH- TNDZSHH’uu-! eh’dnXT’chu-! ‘Scuse me. I agree.” 

Taking advantage of a pause, Mic grabs the tissue box from the counter and hands it over. Aizawa pulls a handful, swiping at his eyes before blowing his nose. The noise has Mic wincing, Aizawa quickly following suit as nothing seems to move through his swollen sinuses. ‘This really must be allergies. But… what’s setting me off?’ Despite not voicing it out loud, Mic seems to hear him, continuing the conversation out loud.

“It’s not spring.”

“And you- knnGT’chu-! you know better than to buy me flowers.

“Yep! And I haven’t bought any new scented things… learned that lesson after the lavender candle incident…” 

A shudder runs down Aizawa’s spine, eyes rolling as just the reminder sets the tickle ablaze once more, ducking into his fist with a rough “hh’GNZT’chu-!” which Mic blesses. He nods his thanks, wiping at his nose with another tissue. A list starts to form in his mind, anything that could be causing this.

“And we don’t have a dog…”

“Wh- what…?” 

“Dogs. hAH- knDJZ’chuu-! I’m also allergic to those.”

Aizawa’s eyebrows raise as Mic freezes, the smile wiping from his face as it starts to pale. ‘Well that’s unusual… Wait a minute… he- he didn’t…’ They stare for a minute, Aizawa feeling a headache start to form as Mic begins to sweat under the gaze. Finally Mic breaks the silence, a sheepish smile starting to form as his glasses slide down his nose. 

“Uhh… r- remember when I told you I had… something to tell you…?”

“knETCH’uu-! hH’ZEHDJ’uu-! knGT’chu-! Mic. What did you do.”

“Try to stay calm- I miiight have bought Eri a puppy?”

“heh- djzshh’uuhh-!”

Wiping the tears from his itchy eyes, Aizawa scans Mic, only now noticing the light furs clinging to his clothes. ‘Oh God…. I hope that’s not what I think it is-’ Before he can think it through, his wrist is pressed to his nose, trying to hold off the storm lurking in his ticklish sinuses. 

“Zashi. Wehhhre you playing with said pu- puuhhh…puppy?” 

Mic’s gaze drops from his, looking down over himself, then frantically meeting Aizawa’s again. The guilt starting to drown his eyes says it all, Aizawa coughing out an itchy sigh as he ducks into his scarf with a couple rapidly tiring sneezes. 

“hezshh’uhh-! knggt’chuu-! guhhh…” 

“I’m so sorry Sho- Wait, oh shit love. You pressed your face right into my jacket…”

“hehHhh-!”

“The jacket that’s-”

“ihH-! ehhuhhh… huHhH-!”

“-just coated in fur.”

“gehh’KNZSHH’uu-! Don- hNDZSHH’uu-! Don’t say thahhht Z- Zashi… ihh’KNCH’uu-! inZSHH’uu-!”

“Whoops~ sorry again love.” 

Grabbing another handful of tissues, Aizawa crushes his nose into them, rubbing it raw as an itchy sigh crawls from his chest, prompting a round of light coughs. Mic flinches, taking a few steps back as Aizawa’s breath catches again. He aims the attack into the tissues, eyes starting to overflow once more. 

“aiyzshh’uuhh-! ddzshhhh’uu-! hehh- eh’knnzshh’uu-!” 

“I’ll bring it back before Eri gets home so she doesn’t see it.”

“knngt’chuu-!”

“And vacuum the apartment. Why don’t you go hang out at UA until the kids get back to school while I clean.” 

“dnZGT’chu-! AINDT’chu-! Probably a good idea. knGT’chu-!”

“Give your nose a little break. I’m sure the little listeners would be happy to pick up some meds while they’re out too.” 

“Heh’kdzshh’uu-! Don’t forget to change- ah’djzsh’uuhh-! and wash those clothes.” 

“Good call, Sho! Oh- your clothes probably have fur on them too-”

“hhNZSHH’uu-!”

Aizawa groans, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand and his nose with the other, both starting to get a faintly pink hue. ‘Just the word… fur… everything itches so bad…’ Mic winces, leaning forward to lightly bat his hands away without getting the allergen too close.

“I’m sure there’s something at the dorms you could change into, bring those back to be washed.”

“Forget wash- hNGT’chuu-! aiyZSSHh’uhh-! washing. I’m just gonna burn them.”

“And people think I’m the dramatic one.”

Laughter sounds from the energetic man as he rolls his eyes at his grumpy husband. Aizawa simply hitches in response, moaning slightly as Mic places a kiss on the tip of his twitching nose. He pulls up his tissues again, casting a dark look at his husband over the mound, entirely lighthearted in nature.

“ahh’knDJzshh’uu-!”

“You go now dear. I’ll get this all cleaned up.”

“nn’tzshh’uu-!” 

Managing a nod, Aizawa stands, grabbing his keys as he massages his nose into the tissues one last time before tossing them in the trash. ‘I’ll ask Midoriya to pick some more up with the meds. And maybe another coffee. I think I’ve earned it.’ Pausing once he reaches the door, Aizawa turns back, shooting Mic a playful glare. 

“Maybe we'll stick to cats from now on, okay Hizashi?”

“Crazy cat husbands? I can live with that.

“Ridiculous as ever, dear. heh’NNZSHHdjuu-! Oh christ.”

“Bless you, Shota.”

“Thank you.”

With that, Aizawa steps out, taking a breath of relief as even the stale air of the hallway is a vast improvement to constantly sucking in allergens. Just inside he can hear Mic laughing, a warm smile starting to form in response before he can help it. 

I’ll be anything you want, Zashi. As long as I get to be it with you.

[frayaziwriter]

Emerald Eyes and Ruby Butterflies

Guide: "Normal talking." 'Thinking.' "Talking over radio/mics/T.V." "Akuma talking."

Chapter 2

“Shouta, that’s not a cat.”

You stared up at the tall men in confusion, your gaze flickering between them both.

Eraserhead (or should you call him Aizawa now?) had taken you straight to his home after meeting with Nezu. The two of you had hopped across rooftops and ran through alleys for a full twenty minutes before arriving at an apartment building. He led you through the gates (yes, more than one, which you found very excessive) and past no less than eight security guards.

Again, excessive.  

And when you stepped through the front door of his apartment, the two of you were practically assaulted by the sheer volume of the man waiting for you. You stumbled back as a blond man screeched at the top of his lungs and made his way to you.

Your new caretaker immediately wrapped his scarf around the man’s mouth and activated his Quirk, which you had learned the name of while still at the school. “‘Zashi! What did I say about using your Quirk?”

The man struggled, and his voice came out muffled. Aizawa huffed and released him. The blond man stepped forward to greet him. 

“Shouta! Welcome back! Where’s the kitty? You said you were bringing home a stray, right?” 

And that was when he spotted you. Aizawa sighed. “Hizashi, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Hizashi. He’s another Pro Hero.”

“Hi..?”

Hizashi stared at you for another moment. You fidgeted under his intense gaze. He continued to stare at you even as he blurted out that rather obvious statement.

Which, leads you to now. Both you and Hizashi were confused as all hell, and Aizawa wasn’t helping by walking away. Hizashi reached out and grabbed onto his scarf. “Now hold on a minute!” Pulling him back, he gestured to you. “Shouta, my bestest bud, does that look like a cat to you?”

“Obviously not. Why?”

“Then why the hell did you imply you were bringing home a stray animal? She’s a girl! A human!” Hizashi shook Aizawa by the shoulders. You whipped your head around to stare offendedly at him. “You did what now?”

“I didn’t.” Aizawa shrugged off Hizashi’s hands. “You just assumed. You know what they say about assuming.”

Hizashi’s hands flew up into the air, and you flinched back. “You called her a stray! Any normal person would use that word to call an animal they found on the streets! See! I have proof!” Your eyes widened and you dropped your bag as Hizashi dug through his pocket and pulled out a phone. “You did what now?!”

The blond man pushed his phone into Aizawa’s face. “See? You called her a stray! I thought you meant an animal, so I got cat food and a bowl of water ready and waiting next to the cat bed!” Aizawa pushed the phone away with a grumble. “Sho, we don’t have room for another human! Our extra room is filled with boxes!”

You raised your hand at that. “I’m more than okay with sleeping on the couch for a while. But, can we go back to you calling me a stray for a minute?”

“No,” Aizawa fixed a red-eyed glare at you before moving further into the apartment, “We don’t have time to waste. You, go get a shower. Hizashi and I will get the couch ready for you.” You slowly nodded to yourself as the Hero disappeared from view. You turned to Hizashi. “Are we sure I need a shower when he looks just as much of a hobo as I do?”

Hizashi groaned and gently pushed towards the bathroom. “Don’t argue right now. You can do that in the morning. For now, just hop on in. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.” 

You turned back around to gesture to your bag. “Oh, I have some extras in there!” He raised an eyebrow. “Are they clean?” You stopped and sent him a sheepish shrug. He frowned and continued to shove you to the bathroom. “I’ll get you some clean ones and wash those tonight. Now go! Shower!”

And with that, you reluctantly shut the door behind you and started the shower. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

“So, what’s going on?”

Hizashi asked from his spot in the kitchen making something quick to eat. Shouta huffed as he arranged the pillows and blankets into a comfortable nest on the couch. “You remember the Order?”

He heard all movement in the kitchen stop for a solid minute. “...Yes. What does she have to do with the Order?” Shouta stood up and sighed long and heavily. You were still in the shower; he can hear the water running from here.

“She’s an Exorcist.”

“..What?” Hizashi walked into the living room, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth turned down. “Why is she here? The Order didn’t-”

“She’s running from them. We don’t know why, or how she got here, but Nezu decided to take her in. She’ll be living with us for the time being.” He turned back to Hizashi, pinning him with an intense stare. “Something big happened. (Y/N) didn’t leave for no reason, and she can’t be afraid of going back for no reason, either.”

Hizashi sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re saying-”

“The Vatican is doing something to their Exorcists, something they obviously left out in our mandatory lessons. We need to get to the bottom of it.” Shouta growled out, crossing his arms. Hizashi let out a hysterical chuckle. “So we’re now in charge of a possibly very traumatized child in possession of not just a sentient weapon of unimaginable power, but controversial information that could bring down an entire religion if it’s leaked. No pressure.”

The water turned off. Shouta glanced over at the bathroom door before sharing a look with Hizashi. “Not a word about this. Ever.” The blond man agreed and made his way back to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, you stepped out of the bathroom and the three of you ended up eating your late-night dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in complete silence. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The next morning, you awoke with a crash.

“OW! SON OF A-” You jolted up from the couch, anklets crackling in alarm. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the living room, so you cautiously made your way down the hall. There was a room with boxes piling up near the door. Peering inside, you spotted Aizawa and Hizashi huddled around something.

Aizawa’s hair had floated up, and he was staring straight at Hizashi. You stepped inside the room. “Do I wanna know what’s going on?”

Hizashi yelped, and the two of them turned to you as one. “H-Heyyy, nothing to see here!” The blond one waved a hand around. “The idiot hurt himself trying to pick up a box.” Aizawa huffed, and his hair fell back down. You frowned.

“What are you two doing?”

“Clearing up this room so you could sleep in it,” Hizashi replied as he shook out his foot. You winced at the dark bruise already forming, “We should be done by the end of the night, so tomorrow we can go shopping!” You tilted your head to the side. “I don’t need anything, though. A bed will do.” Hizashi waved his hand again. “Nah, you need some stuff. Don’t think I didn’t notice how baggy and torn up those clothes of yours were last night! You need some actual clothes and some furniture to hold them!”

You hummed. “Okay. Agree to disagree, then. I’ll go freshen up and then I’ll help out in here..?”

Aizawa waved you away with a grumble. Nodding once, you stepped out of the room. Hizashi poked his head around the doorway a second later. “Oh! Don’t forget to eat something before you join us! I left some oatmeal in the microwave for you!”

“Thanks.” You say and he went back inside.

(You didn’t notice the look the two Heroes shared when you turned your back. You had no idea that your insisting on just a bed damn near broke their hearts. It said a lot about how your life was before if you’re so used to living out of a single bag.) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Johnny shrank in his seat across from Kanda.

It was early in the morning, just barely past midnight, and the two were holed up in an I-Hop of all places. Kanda glared down at the mug of coffee that was placed in front of him while Johnny sipped uneasily at his.

“S-So,” He started and immediately regretted speaking up when Kanda’s glare flicked up to him, “T-T-Thank you for s-saving me, K-K-Kan-Kanda. But what, er, w-what are you d-doing h-here?”

The angry Exorcist clicked his tongue and pushed his mug away. “Don’t mention it. Ever. You do, and I’ll slice you up.” Johnny flinched and nodded rapidly. Oh, why did the one Exorcist that hates everyone’s guts come save him?! Kanda glared at him for a moment or two longer before scanning the restaurant. “And I’m here to repay a debt. That’s all.”

“O-Oh. For Allen?” Kanda’s scowl deepened. “That damn Moyashi...too fucking idiotic to live..”

Well. This was turning out nicely. “S-So, you’re not h-here to help me l-look for A-Allen?” 

Kanda swung his glare back onto him and he flinched back. “I have a goddamn debt to repay. To do that, I need to find the Baka Moyashi. You know how to find the idiot, right?”

“A-Ah, yes! At l-least, I t-think I d-do..”

His lips pulled back into a smirk, and Johnny could have sworn the devil replaced Kanda for a moment.

“Then let’s find that fucking Moyashi.” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The room was mostly cleared out by that night. Aizawa managed to find a futon in that mess for you to sleep on until you get actual furniture, which Hizashi insisted on doing online.

You stared over the man’s shoulder as he slowly scrolled through the website. “See anything you like so far?”

“Not yet.” You reply, popping an M&M into your mouth. You had grabbed a bowl of it before settling down on the couch with Hizashi to keep yourself busy. Aizawa had gone...somewhere. You weren’t sure where. You..weren’t sure how long he’s been gone, too. It was like he just - poof! Gone with no evidence that he was there at all. You kinda wanted to learn how to do that...

Hizashi scrolled down once more, and you perked up at the latest piece of furniture that appeared. You reached out and pointed at it. “What about this? Is it too expensive?”

“Well, let’s see!” He chirped back and clicked on it. Hizashi hummed, nodding. “I think we can go with this. Adding to the cart...Okay! Done! Moving on?” You nodded, handing him some candy when he reached for the bowl.

The front door opened and the two of you turned to see Aizawa shuffling through. You cocked your head to the side. “Where’d you go?” He held up some plastic bags. “Store. Ran out of cat food.”

Your brows furrowed. Cat food? But, they didn’t have any pets? You’d have noticed, right? You turned to Hizashi. “Are you guys haunted by ghost cats or something?”

Hizashi dissolved into loud cackles. He was shaking so much, you ended up taking his computer and the bowl of candy back. “What?” You flick your gaze between both men. “It’s a legitimate question! Why are you laughing?”

“(Y/N),” Aizawa paused by the balcony door, “What makes you think we have ghost cats?”

“Well, there’s no actual cat that I’ve run into, and I don’t see any fur anywhere. There are no toys either.” You frowned. “The only evidence of any cat is the cat food. Why did you buy cat food again?”

Aizawa let out a deep sigh and placed the bag down. “Come with me.” He said, bending down to grab some bowls from a cabinet next to the balcony door. You handed the computer and candy back to Hizashi when he calmed down enough and stood up. You followed him out and watched as he shook some kibble into the bowls and sat them down.

“We’re not too high up, so they can get up here easily. We like to leave food out for them.” 

Your furrowed brows furrowed deeper. “‘Them’? Who are you talking about?”

Aizawa sat down on one of the chairs they had out there. “Stray cats. Sometimes we find them injured and bring them home. Sometimes they find us. Either way, they never stay for long, but they always come back eventually. We keep some food out for them at this time of night because this is the time they all like to appear.”

Just as he finished speaking, a few dark shapes hopped up on a neighboring balcony and made their way over. The cats appeared one by one and crawled over to the food. You sank into the other chair they had out to watch.

“Huh. Didn’t know there were so many stray animals around. Why do you guys feed them so much?”

“It’ll get better when summer rolls around, so we’ll leave out less food for them, but during this time of year? Not much food to find out on the streets.” A cat leaped up onto his lap and he silently scratched it behind its ears. Some more found their way onto him, and you bit back a smile when one tried climbing onto his shoulders.

Then a sudden pressure on one of your legs grabbed your attention, and you glanced down to see the smallest of the horde hopping up. It had an ugly scar running through its left eye, sealing it shut. The white kitty curled up into your lap and you started absentmindedly running your hand over it. 

You couldn’t hear the purr it let out, but you could feel it rumbling against your leg. You smiled. “I’m surprised you haven’t adopted one yet.”

“Mic is concerned they’ll ruin the furniture. And none of them seem to like being cooped up in our apartment for very long.”

Nodding, you glance over to the rest of the cats. Some were rubbing themselves across your legs before disappearing back into the night while others laid down in piles to groom each other. “I hope they’ll be safe while out on the streets. They’re too cute for the homeless life, and it’s still cold out.”

Aizawa huffed from beside you. 

A few minutes later, Hizashi was calling your name from inside, and you reluctantly removed the little cat from your lap and slipped back inside. You glanced back just in time for the scarred kitty to curl up in your previous spot.

Before you went to sleep a few hours later, you glanced up at the night sky with a frown. It wasn’t often you prayed, but you silently sent one to the heavens that night, asking for the safety of those abandoned cats.

And if the mental image of one small, white cat with a scar running through its eye morphed into the face of your brother, you would silently send another to the god that separated you once again. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Two and a half weeks went by, and it was finally the Entrance Exam.

You and Hizashi went clothes shopping on your second day living with them while Aizawa finished clearing your room out and your new furniture arrived a few days ago. You still haven’t been allowed to go out on patrol, but they’ve assured you it won’t be too long. (You hoped so. You don’t want to continue thinking of the what-ifs any longer.)

Now, here you stand, dressed in comfortable clothes and staring up at the large building that is U.A. It was just you and the teachers right now. You frowned as you followed Hizashi and Aizawa inside.

You could already tell that today is going to be stressful. Oh, fun.

The two Heroes led you towards what you think is a meeting room. It was somewhat empty, only three other teachers were there. Nezu, a woman you recognized from pictures in the apartment, and an old lady. The three turned to you as one and you flinched back. (You had to stamp down on the urge to hide behind Aizawa. You didn’t want to appear like a child in front of these Heroes.)

“Present Mic! Aizawa! Good of you two to join us!” Nezu cried, clapping his hands in delight. “And so early, too! Here, have this cup of coffee, Aizawa.” He slid a mug across the table and your host shambled forward with a grumble.

The woman craned her neck to look at you. “Hello, there!” You glanced at Hizashi, who shrugged and waved you forward, before meeting her gaze again.

She seemed okay enough, and she was in Hizashi’s group pictures often..

You hesitantly waved at her from your spot near the door. She shot a quick smile at you and glanced questioningly at your hosts. You decided to direct your attention to the windows.

Outside, the sun was barely peeking over the treetops. In another hour, the examinees will arrive to take the exam. And you were supposed to join them. Over a hundred teenagers. Oh, fun. You’ve never really interacted with people your age before. Lavi and Kanda were the closest to your age before Allen arrived, and they were still a few years older! And here you are, about to be trapped in one room with hundreds of them for hours on end!

You weren’t quite sure what to think about this. Should you be nervous? Not care? Try to make friends when there’s a huge possibility that you’ll never see them again after today? Ugh, being a teenager is hard..

Over the course of an hour, the teachers all arrived. In a few minutes, the first of the examinees will walk through the gate. You should be leaving soon. In fact, you were about to, but Aizawa dragged you into the center of attention.

You froze up when he called you forward. Hesitantly glancing over the other teachers once, you reluctantly leave your position by the window closest to the door and join his side. You refused to look any of the teachers in the eye as Nezu cleared his throat.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet (L/N) (Y/N). I know this is rather short notice, and I apologize,” He set his paws on the table. You tensed. You knew exactly what was about to happen, and you disliked it, “Long story short, (L/N) is a runaway Exorcist.” You flinched at the expected burst of noise and glanced up at Aizawa. He sighed and, with another flash of red, glared at the other teachers. They instantly settled down at this and Nezu waited just a few seconds before reclaiming their attention.

“As I was saying, she is an Exorcist. Due to unknown reasons, she has split off from the Order. I’ve decided to take her in as a student and she is currently living with Aizawa and Present Mic. If anyone is interested, I’ll be writing up a patrol schedule shortly to allow her to continue her Exorcist duties.” Nezu smiled, clapping his paws. “It will, of course, start once school is in session.”

You pursed your lips. Wasn’t that...that was in three more weeks! You tilted your head back with a barely suppressed groan.

“(L/N),” Nezu turned to you and you snapped back into attention, “I do believe the first examinees are arriving, so please do make your way to the auditorium. You know the way, correct?” With a nod, you left the room.

“Wish me luck, I guess.” You half-heartedly call over your shoulder as you closed the door behind you. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

As the door closed, the rest of the teachers turned to Nezu. “Care to explain, Nezu?” Midnight asked, leaning back in her seat. The rodent-like principal merely smiled.

“I’ve explained all that I could.” He interlaced his paws as his employees shared uneasy glances. “(L/N) is here now to keep up appearances. We don’t want the Order to find her so easily, so all official school documents will be entered under her fake name.”

In the back, his newest teacher leaned forward with a handkerchief crumpled in one hand. “But, why exactly is she here? Why is she running?”

Nezu frowned. “That, we do not know. But she has alluded that things are not as they seem in the Order.” The rest of the teachers tensed. “I fear something nefarious is happening inside the Order, but as of now, we only have a handful of hints and the knowledge that (L/N) ran for a good reason to guide us to the truth. I suggest keeping an eye on Young (L/N). That is all for now. Now, we should be getting ready for the exam.”

With a clap of his paws, the teachers disbanded. Only Nezu and his newest teacher remained.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Nezu?” The principal smiled. “My instincts tell me it is. We can no longer blindly follow the Black Order. If we were to turn her away, there’s a high chance she would be caught and taken back to the Vatican. And if that were to happen, what do you think would become of her, Yagi?”

Yagi's eyes widened, and he coughed into his handkerchief in surprise. “You don’t think...they would-”

Nezu’s smile slipped off his face. “I do think. The Black Order shares many similarities with the HPSC. They won’t like it when one of their pawns steps out of line.” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You shuffled nervously in your seat. The room was steadily starting to fill up with examinees. Tapping your fingers together, you watched as several more seats were taken up.

There were around 200 seats in total. Around 200 nervous teenagers shoved into one room. 

It was a feast for an Akuma waiting to happen.

A boy with blond hair stomped down the stairs and slumped into the seat diagonally from you. Smoke curled from his hands as he ground his teeth. You curled into your seat. The heck was his problem?

His apparent problem appeared a few minutes later in the form of another boy with curly green hair. He froze a few steps up, staring at the seat next to the angry blond with a pale face. You glanced between them with growing dread. ‘Oh, these two have some drama going on between them, don’t they? Ah, shit. Who put them next to each other??’ You bit back a groan as the green boy slowly slid into his own seat. 

Blondie took one glance at Greenie and snarled. You and Greenie flinched back as pops crackled in Blondie’s hands. Cringing, you watched with bated breath for any sudden movements from Blondie, yet all he did was slump further into his seat with a scowl that could send Kanda running for his money.

You watched for a few moments, and when you were satisfied a fight wasn’t about to break loose, you deflated with a sigh of relief. Thank god. 

Greenie, however, was tense. Flicking your gaze between the two boys, you frowned. It was obvious there was some bad blood between them. You had no idea what the hell happened, but you recognize fear when you see it, and Greenie was filled to the brim with it.

-Fear coursed through you at the sight of a familiar pair of snake-like eyes and mustache. Your muscles locked up, freezing you in place. Phantom pains flared up around your legs, and you wished with everything in you that today was not the day Malcolm C. Lvellie was visiting.-

Greenie was terrified of this boy. You knew full well what that felt like.

So, you reached over and poked the boy between his shoulder blades gently. Greenie jumped and whirled around, and suddenly pretty green eyes were boring into your soul. Familiar, pretty green eyes.

-“I swear! The next time we meet, I’ll be a Hero! And I’ll protect you!”-

Tilting your head, you studied the boy in front of you. Freckles splattered across his cheeks, green hair poofed up with heavy curls, and wide emerald eyes. Every feature your eyes landed on seemed familiar. Where have you seen him before?

“U-Um,” He started, and you flinched. Right, you poked him for a reason other than to stare unabashedly at him, “D-Did you n-need something?”

Flicking your gaze between him and Blondie once more, you leaned forward and spoke in a soft voice. “Ah, sorry. I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

The boy blinked. “Oh! Y-Yeah, I’m okay. T-Thank you..” 

Shrugging, you fold your arms over your desk. “You’re welcome. Hey, have we met before?” Greenie stared at you for a moment. “...S-So I’m not the only one getting deja vu here?” You leaned back into your seat with a thoughtful frown. “Guess neither of us remembers if we have. Well, that’s irritating. Oh, well. It’ll come to us later. What’s your name?”

Greenie sent you a hesitant smile. “M-Midoriya Izuku.” You quirked your lips to the side, eyes squinting as bells rang somewhere deep in your mind. You’ve definitely met this kid before, but where?

“U-Um, and you?” Midoriya scratched his cheek, glancing behind his shoulder once. Your gaze flickered up. More seats have been filled up. You think the exam proctor will arrive any minute now. “(Y/N) (L/N). A pleasure to meet you. Or, should it be ‘nice to see you again’, since we’ve met before?”

But you never get an answer. Just as Midoriya was about to answer, the lights turned off and a few spotlights flashed on, landing on a podium up at the stage. Midoriya turned around in his seat as a figure appeared behind it. You jolted. That was Hizashi!

...What was his Hero name again?

“What’s up, U.A. candidates? Thanks for tuning into me, your school D.J.! Come on, and let me hear ya!”

Dead silence greeted him. You’re pretty sure you could hear a pin drop from the other side of the auditorium. Cringing, you slid down in your seat a bit. ‘Awkward..’

Shrugging the silence off, Hizashi continued. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine! I’ll skip straight to the main show! Let’s talk about how this practical exam will go down, okay?” He slid into a pose. “Are you ready?!”

Again, dead silence answered him. You stared down at him with your head leaning against your hands. God, this was awkward. You hated it.

“Oh my goodness, it’s the Voice Hero; Present Mic! So cool!” Midoriya gushed in his seat before you. You quirked your lips to the side. Oh. So that’s his Hero name. Frowning, you tilted your head to the side...Was it short for ‘Presentation Michael’? You bit your lip to stifle the giggle rising in you. Now was not the time. “I listen to his radio show every day of the week! It’s so crazy nuts that all the U.A. teachers are Heroes!”

“Will you shut up?” Blondie growled at him and, you have to be honest, you silently agreed. Midoriya was already gaining glances from kids around him, if he didn’t stop muttering he was going to distract a whole lot of kids from the instructions. Hizashi - or should you call him Present Mic now? - continued.

“Like your applications said, today you rockin’ boys and girls will be out there conducting ten-minute mock battles in super hip urban settings!” The screen behind him changed from the school logo to a diagram. “Your drawings, my friends! After I drop the mic here, you’ll head to specified battle centers, sound good?”

You, along with those around you, checked the card you were given. ‘Battle Center A, huh? Hopefully, I won’t get Blondie..’

Speaking of Blondie, he was currently glancing over at Midoriya’s card with a deep scowl. “I see, they’re splitting us up so we can’t work with any of our friends.”

Midoriya glanced between their cards, agreeing quietly. You leaned forward as Blondie growled at him, “Get your eyes off my card. Damn, I was really looking forward to crushing you..” Midoriya flinched back, his hair brushing your face as you strained to see his card. You pouted. “Looks like we’re in separate arenas. I’m in Battle Center A.”

(You failed to notice Blondie’s sudden glance at you, his red eyes glinting peculiarly.)

“O-Oh..” Midoriya faltered, glancing at Blondie for a split second. You frowned.

“Okay, okay! Let’s check out your targets! There are three types of faux villains in every battle center! You’ll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so you better choose wisely!” The screen behind the Pro Hero changed yet again, this time showing an 8-bit video game version of him strolling through the streets of one of the arenas. It swiftly encountered one of the robots and attacked, eliminating it with one kick. “Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a midsong guitar solo! But check it! Make sure you’re keeping things heroic! Attacking other examinees is a U.A. no-no, ya dig?”

“Excuse me, sir, but I have a question.” A boy a few rows ahead of you stood up and a spotlight landed on him at Present Mic’s shout, “Hit me!”

The boy lowered his arm and stood impeccably straight. (It made your back twinge in discomfort. He looked so stiff standing that straight..he could be mistaken for a board if he wasn’t so people-shaped.) “On the printout, you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.” You glanced down at your copy and, sure enough, there were four black images. Your gut churned uncomfortably and you frowned. “With all respect, if this is an error on official U.A. materials, it is shameful! We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.”

And then, because he apparently woke up today and decided to be a dick, he turned around and pointed straight at Midoriya with a stern frown. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair! You’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that! If you can’t bother to take this seriously, leave! You’re distracting the rest of us!” Snickers broke out around you at his words.

Oh, hell no. You may have only known Midoriya for less than ten minutes, but nobody talks to your friend like that!

You slammed your hands on the desk and stood up, your anklets crackling with your agitation. A spotlight shone on you immediately, highlighting your scowl. The tense boy turned to you in surprise.

“How about instead of publicly humiliating him, you could politely ask him to stop!” You retort back. “For all you know, he is taking this seriously, and it could be a bad habit. Humiliating him like that is not the way to go! In fact, going about it the way you did makes you seem like a complete asshole! That’s hardly heroic!”

Leaning back, you crossed your arms and glared. “If you can’t be bothered to at least act like a Hero, then leave. You’re in an exam meant for potential Heroes. You should act like one.”

The teens around you shared looks, some letting out drawn-out, “Ohhh,”s. You think you even heard someone murmur, “You need some ice for that burn, buddy?” The blue-haired boy merely stood stock still with a look of utter shock plastered across his face.

Present Mic rushed to cut in, waving his hands around to catch the audience’s attention once more. “Alright, alright! Examinee number 7111! Thanks for calling in with your request! The fourth villain type is worth zero points; that guy’s just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way! There’s one in every battle center! Think of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid!”

That caught your attention as your gut twitched yet again. ‘An obstacle we need to avoid? And there’s only one per arena?’

“It’s not that it can’t be beaten! But there’s...kinda no point. I recommend to my listeners to try to avoid it and focus on the ones topping the charts!” The stern boy shook himself and shakily bowed at the Hero. “Thank you very much. Please continue.” And then Bluebell sat down with a final gobsmacked glance at you.

You allowed yourself to smirk and bowed as well, sitting down and crossing your legs as both spotlights turned off. While murmurs rose around you, Midoriya slowly turned to you with a shaky smile. “T-Thanks. No one’s ever..” Oh, the poor baby.. You beamed down at him. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. That’s what friends are for.”

Midoriya’s eyes brightened. “W-We’re friends?”

“Uh, yeah? At least, I wanna be friends with you. But just to let you know, no take backsies. You’re stuck with me if you accept.” You say with a poke to his cheek. (You internally cheered when your finger managed to hit the dead center of his prominent diamond freckles.)

The boy hesitantly nodded, sending another shaky smile your way. “A-Alright!”

Blondie turned and glared at the two of you. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed and Midoriya whipped around with a muted yelp. You rolled your eyes and leaned your chin on a palm.

“That’s all I got for you today. I’ll sign off with a little present; a sample of our school motto!” You could practically feel the excitement rise. “As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, ‘A true hero is one who overcomes life’s misfortunes.’ Mmhmm, now THAT’s a tasty soundbite! You ready to go beyond? Let’s hear a, ‘Plus Ultra’!”

Pure, dead silence. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

“Whoo, that was a close one!” Hizashi sighed as he made his way out of the auditorium. “(Y/N) looked like she was close to throwing hands! Thank goodness she listened..” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Stretching for the last time, you stared up at the gates of the battle center you were sent to.

They were unnecessarily giant (like everything about this school. Guess they go “Plus Ultra” on everything, not just the curriculum); they loomed over all the examinees huddled at its base. It even towered over the bus.

You had no idea what to expect beyond those doors. Sure, there were robots involved, but what kind of robots will they be? Will they be around the size of Johnny’s chest-high cleaning bot, or will they be like Komui’s malfunctioning Komurins? You shuddered. God, you hoped they were nothing like the Komuirins..

It’s more likely they’ll be like the Komurins, though... Big enough that they’ll weed out the underprepared or hesitant, yet easy enough to take out for the confident. You should probably give the others a head start. You doubt they’ll be any left for the others in your block if you hop right in immediately.

While the other examinees gushed over the size of the gates, you took the time to study them. Some of them will be your future classmates. You’d like to keep an eye out for familiar faces when school starts.

It was then that your eyes landed on a spiky poof of blond hair. You froze. ‘Oh, god, no. Don’t let it be-’

It was. 

Blondie stood there, arms flexing as he also stretched. A manic grin spread across his face, reminding you of General Socalo’s bloodthirsty smirk. You cringed. Just your luck. Of course, you would get the one person you didn’t want in your arena. You can already tell he’s going to be troublesome.

“Right! Let’s start!”

Ah. Fuck. 

The gates opened immediately, and all the examinees stood there, dumbstruck and uncertain. “Get moving! There are no countdowns in real battles! Run, run, RUN listeners! You’re wasting airtime here!”

And with that, the teens shook themselves of their befuddlement and booked it. 

You merely stood your ground, busying yourself with securing your hair and watching as the crowd moved around you. A few sent confused looks and shouts at you. Red met (e/c) as Blondie zoomed past you, wind from the explosions emanating from his palms sweeping your hair to the side. You wrinkled your nose at the sound. (It sounded too much like the Akuma.)

Blondie barreled into the closest set of robots as another kid with bright yellow hair hopped on another and sent a wave of electricity through it. You spotted a tongue wrap itself around one robot and smash it into the ground.

You pouted. To your dismay, they were exactly like the Komurins. You very much disliked this.

...Hopefully, they won’t malfunction like Komui’s pet projects...

“Six minutes and two seconds left!”

Taking a deep breath in, you murmured to your Innocence as your anklets crackled and spun. “Let’s show them how it’s done, yeah? Pandora, Wolves by Sam Tinnesz.”

The golem’s eye flickered red and the heavy brass and drums slammed into you. Hopping once, twice, you activated your Innocence. The crystallized blood swirled around your legs, wrapping tightly and forming into your boots. You slid a foot back into a runner’s position. “Let’s go, Dark Boots.”

You sprang forward, your feet pushing you one step, then two, and suddenly you were in the air. It was peaceful as you spun lazily through the air.

“Won’t see us comin’. Out the door before you even blink. Somethin’ so cold-blooded, with a deep killer instinct. Don’t look us right in the face, it’s like starin’ at a burnin’ sun. Got teeth like razor blades, and you know that we’re out for blood. We’re out for blood-”

With a flip, you slammed right into a three-pointer. Your feet tore through the metal in a flash and you kicked off to find more points. You shot through the machines like a pinball.

(To the other examinees, you resembled a bullet shooting through the large robots. You were a tornado leaving nothing but destruction in your wake.)

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh-”

You kicked off the ground as a three-pointer shot a laser at you. You flipped, twirling in midair, and slammed your feet through the head of the robot. It was knocked back, falling directly onto a two-pointer behind it. You landed on the asphalt and sprinted towards the two-pointer to deal it the same fate before jumping back into the air.

You were in the center of the faux city, now. Spinning lazily, you studied the streets around you. Blondie was in the plaza below you, surrounded by destroyed robots. There were a few scattered about, some even a few streets down. You spotted a tall boy with purple hair down one street being cornered.

“-Full moon is risin’. Oh, the hunger’s burnin’ like a flame. No use in hidin’. Oh, you’re never gonna find escape. Don’t look us right in the face, it’s like starin’ at a burnin’ sun. Got teeth like razor blades, and you know that we’re out for blood. Out for blood-”

With a burst of green light, you shot through the closest one to him. 

Skidding to a halt, you jumped up and over a barrage of lasers. The first robot crashed to the ground as you flipped and kicked one’s head clean off. It landed on the ground near the bewildered boy you just saved. 

You landed next to him and dragged him into cover. “Yo! You okay?”

He nodded, dumbstruck and glancing between you and the broken robot you were using as a shield. “What-?” You glanced through the hole you made and hummed. “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back!”

And then you jumped out and darted to the robot head nearby. 

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh-”

You dropped as a laser shot towards you, sliding underneath it skillfully. You jumped up and, scooping the robot's head into a series of kicks, spun and sent it flying to another one of the robots with a roundhouse kick.

Then you turned and cartwheeled out of the way of another laser.

You jumped and flipped your way to the last robot, sliding below its belly and aiming a double-footed kick at it. The large machine was sent into the air with a boom. You rolled out of the way as it came back down and it crashed loudly against the asphalt. You briefly checked on Purple Murple before jumping back into the fray.

“-No mercy. This fury. Like a war machine, it keeps turning. No mercy, no mercy! No mercy. This fury. Like a war machine, it keeps turning. No mercy, no mercy-”

The robots led you back to the plaza Blondie was still in. More lumps of broken machinery greeted you when you slammed into another three-pointer. You managed to completely decimate the head as you shot by it, your stiletto heels skidding across the ground as you prepared to jump once more.

A one-pointer appeared out of the woodwork and shot a laser from its eye. You jumped, flipping over the shot. Twin butterflies unraveled from your heels and a ring of green light appeared under your feet. 

Pushing off with a burst of power, you barreled toward the one-pointer just as Blondie emitted a series of explosions from your left. (You noted that they were coming closer, and closer, and with a sudden jolt, you realized he was trying to beat you to the robot.

But only All Might can beat your speed.)

You swung your legs forward, maneuvering your body like a bullet, and tore through the one-pointer.

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh!”

You stomped your heels into the ground. The stilettos tore through the asphalt as easily as a knife through butter.

(Pandora took the liberty to flick to another song and Only One King by Jung Youth and Tommee Profitt started playing somewhere in the background.)

When you managed to halt yourself, you turned around to meet Blondie’s red eyes. He was seething. You could just imagine the steam pouring out of his ears. 

Shaking your head, you turned back to find more prey.

There was a cluster of untouched robots further down the main street, so you jumped over there. The first robot you came across was a two-pointer. You flipped and smashed through the machine in one kick. 

“As a boy, I always knew I’d have the courage to be king. Time flew and I grew up, now I’m ready for the promise that it brings-”

A one-pointer shot another laser at you, and you brought up an armored leg to deflect it. The attack bounced off of your boots and into another robot nearby. 

Planting your foot down, you twisted and sent a roundhouse kick toward the one-pointer. “Waltz; Mist Wind!” The air curled around your leg and twisted into a tornado. It twirled its way to the robot, tearing it apart as you jumped up and cracked through a different group.

“-You only wanted me to screw up, but that’s something that you’re never gonna see. Everything that you hoped for, it was only in a dream. Now I go on a roll on the road and I know that I’m never breaking it down. I control all the flow in my soul, pull the sword out of the stone in the ground-”

Blondie roared from somewhere behind you, and suddenly you were competing with an angry pomeranian. He managed to blast a robot before you could twist around. So, you planted your hands on his shoulder and flipped over him to land an ax kick on the head of a two-pointer.

“Are you seriously trying to compete with me, Blondie?” You spun around him so he could aim an explosion at an oncoming robot. “How ‘bout we share?”

“-She always said it’d be someday, seeing castles in the clouds. And one way or another, when I step in the room, everybody better bow. So be careful how you talk to me-”

You let out a cackle at Blondie’s enraged face, but no matter how much he tried to shake you from this cluster of points, you continued to dance around him. 

The two of you continued to tear apart the robots with kicks and explosions. And then you jumped down another street towards a girl with a long tongue, leaving Blondie in the dust. The girl was also kicking the robots, but it took her a few tries to incapacitate them. She didn’t notice one gearing up to shoot her with a laser, so you shot toward it in a flash and chopped through the neck of the one-pointer. The girl whirled around just in time for the head to crash to the ground.

You sent her a two-fingered salute. She nodded.

“-‘Cause there’s only one king! And there’s only one crown! And there ain’t enough room for us both on the throne so it’s ‘bout to go down. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! Because I’m coming right now! ‘Cause I’m coming right now-”

Rumble boom!

The ground shook, and the two of you turned back to see a massive robot crawling out of the fucking ground.

You paused, staring wide-eyed at the robot. It grabbed hold of a building (which then partially collapsed under the weight of its hand Jesus that is massive) to pull itself up. You noticed once it came fully into view that it was the motherfucking zero-pointer.

What the absolute hell. This is very unnecessary.

“Less than two minutes remaining!”

Blondie cackled from the main street. Cries rose as the other examinees turned tail and ran away from the monstrous robot. You pursed your lips together into a tight line as Blondie shot towards it with an explosion and turned.

A cry caught your attention, and you glanced over to see the human Pikachu from earlier stumbling along the sidewalk. His eyes were glazed over and drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth. (You think he may have short-circuited..)

“-Huddled masses talk in whispers. Situation’s getting tenser. You should probably pay attention, boy, you know I’m born to win it. Ever since I had the vision, when I speak, my people listen. We could start a new tradition-”

You sprint to the main street and skidded to a halt for a brief moment to survey. Blondie peppered explosions across the surface of the zero-pointer, yet it smacked him down like he was a mere fly. Teens ran around you, evacuating to the gate as fast as possible. Blondie once again blasted up towards the robot only to meet the same fate. An explosion from his palms blasted a chunk off a nearby building, and Pikachu was now stuck between building and robot rubble. The zero-pointer rolled onward despite Blondie’s best attempts. You let out a sigh.

‘Boys and their egos... Never going to give up.’

Taking a deep breath, your blood sparked and pushed against your veins. You stared the giant zero-pointer down as it rumbled closer and slid a foot back.

“-All the children, men and women, gather ‘round to burn it down. We ‘gon start the kingdom from scratch. Far too many to take advantage, but it ain’t gonna happen like that. Time and time again I wake up and enemies might attack, but all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts. So be careful how you talk to me-”

You stomped, pushing forward as a pair of butterflies unfurled by your heels. Green fire burst from the ball of your feet and you zoomed forward.

KaBOOM!

The monstrous machine slammed Blondie back once more just as he unleashed a barrage of large explosions on the outer shell. One second he was rocketing to the unforgiving asphalt. A split second later you were scooping him up in your arms. 

“-‘Cause there’s only one king! And there’s only one crown! And there ain’t enough room for us both on the throne so it’s ‘bout to go down. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! Because I’m coming right now! ‘Cause I’m coming right now-”

Angling your legs forward, you twisted in midair, double rings of neon green light swirling into existence under your heels. You pushed forward. The swirling rings exploded outwards, knocking back the zero-pointer as you tore through the air. 

You leaned to the right and snatched Pikachu up by his collar, and then your feet crashed into the asphalt and you jumped. Wind buffeted your ears as you hurtled your way to the gate, far above the city. You had one arm wrapped tightly around Blondie to prevent him from fighting the humongous robot and the other anchoring Pikachu to your side so he wouldn’t fall to his death. Pikachu let out a strangled yelp, and you made a mental note to apologize once this is over.

At the peak of your jump, you allowed yourself to fall back to Earth.

“-There’s only one king. And there’s only one crown. And there’s only one king, and it’s looking like me. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start-! So you better start-”

Your acceleration significantly slowed down as the butterflies at your heels flapped furiously. You were now languidly floating down to the gate, the toes of your boots tapping gently on the top of the doors. 

Breathe in. And out. 

Spinning around, you jumped off the gate and floated down to the ground just inside the gate. You dropped Blondie and Pikachu. Pikachu landed in a heap, still doped out, while Blondie staggered. He eventually found his footing and whipped around to see you deactivating your Innocence and plopping down.

“-‘Cause there’s only one king! And there’s only one crown! And there ain’t enough room for us both on the throne so it’s ‘bout to go down. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! Because I’m coming right now! ‘Cause I’m coming right now-”

“JUST ONE MINUTE LEFT!”

Sitting crisscrossed, you watched with a growing amount of amusement as Blondie glanced between you and the zero-pointer now much further down the road. He took a brief moment to process while smoke slowly started filtering out from his trembling fists.

You raised an eyebrow at the rising smoke and suppressed a grin.

“-I’m coming right now! I’m coming right now! I’m coming right-! Coming right-! ‘Cause I’m coming right now!”

“And that’s that. TIME’S UP!”

Blondie let out the angriest screech you’ve ever heard and turned around to blast apart a nearby piece of rubble.

notes: and chapter 2 is done! what did you all think? like it? meh? terrible?

anyways, stay safe out there, everyone! and please remember that you're all AWESOME! XP

[cryptic-beans]

Fifty Shades of EraserMic - Chapter One

"Please, Sho? Can we?"  

Can they? The offer, the suggestion, that just came out of the blonde's mouth was so wild and absolutely like him to spit out that Shouta Aizawa had no clue whether to be disgusted by the boldness of his husband or proud of it. He stared at his husband, a squint to his eye as he stared at the blonde who was wiggling on the couch like an overgrown golden retriever waiting for their master to throw them a toy to play with.

His hands were locked together underneath his chin as he bounced on his knees, his green eyes wide and hopeful behind his glasses as they pleaded at Shouta as well. He felt a faint heat threatening to crawl up his neck to his face and he blinked at the blonde who wiggled with a smile on his lips that was just as hopeful as the rest of him when Shouta let out a breath. He reached up to rub at his forehead, taking the moment to look away from the man sitting just inches away from him, and he tried to piece his words together.

How did he say it without sounding like an absolute dick or like he was shooting down the idea before even allowing Hizashi to explain himself further? He dropped his hand to look at the blonde again who was wiggling again, his little bounces making the couch cushion under him move in time with the bounces, and he twisted slightly to drape his arm across the back of the couch, hand dangling off the edge as his finger began picking at the skin on the side of his thumb nail.

He held up one finger which made the blonde smile brightly as his brows raised hopefully with a hum leaving him when Shouta cleared his throat in an attempt to piece his sentence together without it sounding rude. The last thing he wanted to do was make Hizashi feel stupid or disgusting by the offer.  "So, let me get this straight, you want us to do a challenge? A sex challenge?"  

"Yes!"  

"And it's this is something that you came up with today?"  

"Yup!"  

"With the main idea being that we explore fifty different kinks?"  

"Uh huh!"  

"Why?"  

"Because it'd be fun! While our sex life is far from being stale, I want to explore other stuff that we can try! It's not like we can't afford to buy the things with kinks that we decide on!" Hizashi happily explained as his hands broke apart to bob with his words, like he was too hopeful not to move, and it made Shouta's brow raise at the blonde who then leaned forward planting his hands on the space between them with that bright smile still in place.

"Don't you think it sounds fun? We can look online or discuss things we've heard of and might be interested in! And then we'll make a list of the kinks and ideas, keep it in our dresser or somewhere that the kids won't see, then we check off each kink we do! A kinky check list! And that way we can say we tried something! Doesn't that sound at least a little interesting to you, Sho? You can't tell me that honestly, right now, there isn't some small part of you that's not interested in doing something like this!"  

"I'm not going to waste my breath denying it but, Zashi, doesn't something like this take time? Where would we find the time to even do these things?" Shouta questioned as he lifted his hand up to press the tips of his fingers to his temple.

The blonde's hopeful look was almost painful to look at and it made Shouta look away instinctively when the look quite nearly had that heat in his neck crawling into his cheeks. However, the movements of his husband had his gaze flicking up then down rapidly. Back and forth between his lap and the sight of his husband. "We're both teachers, you have patrols on the weekends during the day most of the time, and the radio station while I have patrols at night. Plus, we have two kids that are constantly around, so tell me where in this little idea of yours does it work out that we have the time for it?"  

"We always have time! Our sex life is active despite all of that, which is an accomplishment given our busy schedules! You'd think it'd have died a long time ago! But if we have too we can go to a hotel!"

Hizashi seemed to be rocking back and forth on his knees, his hands pressing on the cushions to push himself backwards much like his knees rocked him forward, and his lashes were fluttering at him in a way that made him pointedly look away again. "If you don't want to do it, though, you don't have to! Just because I have an idea doesn't mean you have to go along with it or humor me, Sho. If it makes you uncomfortable, then we absolutely do not have to do it but just know if we do do it then you have full control as well! Your opinions, your decisions, are just as important as mine! I'd never, ever, in a million years suggest something that would only benefit me."  

Fuck. He swallowed as he kept his gaze down, his fingers digging into his temple, his lips pressing together as he kept them from trembling wordlessly and he watched his own hand grip a fistful of fabric tightly. He didn't know if he wanted to say yes or no. His choice was swaying uneasily in him because there were so many pros and cons to something like this, so many things that could or could not go right, and it was that uncertainty that made him wary on answer. He looked at his husband again who was staring at him with that same hopeful look but there was a warmth in his eyes now that he knew was from the blonde trying to comfort him.

"I-What did you want to start it off with if I did agree to consider it?"  

"Oh easy! Easy stuff! Like, to start us off I'd say let's watch porn together!" Hizashi cheerfully replied as he looked down then at the tight grip Shouta had on his pants then smiled gently as he reached out pressing the backs of his fingers to his cheek softly. "Sho, I promise if you do agree that I wouldn't put you in something you don't want to be in or something that you're not comfortable with. So, if you say yes, I promise that you'll have all the control in the world about how we go about this."

"Oh, I will, will I? All the control in the world?"

"You will! We both will! Think of it like this; I came up with the plan but you're the director! You control what we do and how we go about it! That way you can have the same sense of control over the situation that I would! And if you at any time want to back out, want to stop, then we will! Does that sound okay to you, baby?"  

Watch porn? Together?  His face flared with heat at the thought as he looked down when the hand stroking his cheek flipped around to press its palm against it, swallowing while he released his tight hold on his pants to pluck them instead. Why did Hizashi always suggest the lewdest things in the most cheerful manner? It was disorienting. He knew that Hizashi was honest, that what he said he meant, and yet there was still a little trace of doubt in his mind as he looked up again with a breath.

Even with this doubt covering his thoughts like a light fog he knew that he was given an out; if he doubted this too much, if he thought it wasn't working, Hizashi wouldn't be mad at him if he backed out. He wouldn't be upset, that much he trusted. He took a breath as he continued plucking at his pant leg, a thumb stroking against his cheek gently, did he look up at his husband who was watching him with a hint of worry on his face.

"Okay."  

"Okay?"  

"Okay, we can do it. We'll try this at least and see how it goes before I give you a definite answer."  

"Fuck yeah! Awesome! I promise you won't regret it, baby! If anything makes you uncomfortable while we’re watching, then feel free to stop it! I promise to make everything comfortable and fun for the both of us!" Hizashi cheered his words flying forward to throw his arms around Shouta's shoulders tugging the man to him, his mouth pressing to the blonde's clothed shoulder for a moment before he was being pushed back.

There was light, excitement, in those green eyes that seemed so wide and expressive behind his glasses. It was honestly one of the things he loved most about Hizashi and he had to fight down an awkward little smile as the blonde then began speaking a mile a minute at him. "Okay! Okay, okay! Let's get to the bedroom! I can pull up some stuff on my laptop for us to watch! Is there anything in mind that you want to watch?"  

How he asked what porn he wanted to look at as casually as he would ask for what movie he wanted to watch on Netflix, Shouta would never know. He rubbed at the corner of his eye looking away feeling a fresh wave of heat to his face as he looked down mumbling a simple 'whatever is fine' and felt Hizashi leap off of the couch rushing around the coffee table then out of the room leaving Shouta on the couch.

He found a pair of blue and green eyes staring at him, Cosmo and Simba, and he tried not to feel a flash of guilt as he climbed to his feet as well only to find that they felt weak. Like his anxiousness, his shyness, was too much for his body to handle and he forced his legs to move around the coffee table in the direction his husband went in. He was grateful that Eri and Hitoshi were gone for the night, both having their respective sleepovers.

Well, not a sleepover for Hitoshi but a "boys' night" as he heard them babbling about as they left class that afternoon. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he entered the kitchen letting his gaze flick over to the cat bowls, half hoping they were empty only to find them definitely low with the bottoms showing but nothing that required a fresh scoop any time soon. After all he had just filled them when he got home.

He walked through the kitchen to the little hallway leading to their double doors, his fingers twisting into the sleeve of his shirt as he paused in front of them reaching out a hand. He wasn't scared. Far from it. He was nervous about this challenge, nervous to be watching porn not only for the first time in a while but in front of his husband was like something out of a nightmare. It should be the last thing he did with his partner but here they were about to sit down in front of a laptop and watch a video of two other men having sex.

He nearly groaned at the embarrassment that reared its head but he swallowed the noise down in favor of using his trembling hand to open the doors slipping in quickly shutting them behind him before a cat could even think of running in with him. He flipped the lock before taking one, final, breath before turning around to face his husband who was sitting cross legged on the bed with the laptop in his lap and he fidgeted before walking over to the bed.

He held his sleeves tightly against his palms causing the shirt to slid lower to reveal more of his shoulders, of his collar bones, and Hizashi smiled at him. He tried for a glower but it did little to sway the blonde's cheerful expression. The excitement he saw there. "You better be using the incognito browser."  

"Of course, I am! I'm not stupid, Sho!" He couldn't help a little twitch of his own lips when the blonde scoffed at him before beckoning him to come onto the bed and he climbed on feeling a tremor of anxiety run up his back as he crawled over to his husband before settling against his side.

A position they would come together in when they were watching a movie on the TV or a show on Netflix and he curled his legs underneath him. He didn't know if he wanted to be this close to Hizashi when they started watching but he also didn't want to make the blonde worry about him being too far away. He looked at the screen only to feel the tips of his ears burn with his blush as he watched Hizashi's mouse fly across the screen to pull up the categories. He did this all while navigating Pornhub like an expert while humming before he leaned his head against Shouta's.

"So, I know you said whatever is fine but do you have anything you wanna watch? Anything catching your eye?"  

God, this was embarrassing! He clenched his jaw for a second as Hizashi's fingers rested lightly on the mouse pad, the cursor holding still on the screen, and he took a shallow breath as his stomach gained that airy feeling one got when dropping from a large height or perhaps even anxious or worried. It made him feel sick. His hands curled into fists against his thighs as he looked away from the screen.

It was hard not to think about what they were about to do with the site up before then with millions of thumbnails all screaming to be watched and it did absolutely nothing to help the anxious embarrassment boiling away at him. God, he hadn't seen anything yet and here he was flustered beyond believe. He took a breath in an attempt to keep his voice firm when he cleared his throat lightly to speak.

"I don't care what we watch. Whatever you want, Zashi, I don't care. I just- Let's get it started so it can be over, okay?"  

"Shouta, baby, you don't have to be so anxious or nervous! It's just me here, no one else, and it's alright! It's just porn, baby! We fuck all the time so it's not that weird to watch two guys online fucking! No one will know you even looked at it but me and I won't tell a soul! "

Then he felt a kiss against the top of his head as breath brushed over his hair softly. It sent a gush of warmth through his veins but it did little to help the embarrassment that was still flooding every part of him. From the head down to his toes did he feel the embarrassment but the little affection from his husband was a welcoming sensation. Even the gentle breath against his hair was comforting in just the right way but it did little to relax the tension in his back and shoulders.

"Remember what I just said in the living room? If you're uncomfortable with this or want to stop you can, baby, I won't be mad. I want your opinion and I want you to enjoy yourself too so don't be scared of being vocal, okay?" He squirmed against his husband's side as he felt his lips tremble when they parted for another shallow breath, and he began plucking at the fabric of his pants again.

"I, um, I really don't mind that one?"

He lifted a trembling hand up to point at a category making Hizashi hum softly before feeling the blonde's cheek lift against his head after he had pressed it against his hair again and he nearly groaned at the mischievous little laugh he got. If Hizashi was trying to help him relax it really wasn't working. He watched as Hizashi clicked on the category and he tried not to let his overwhelming embarrassment crush what little courage he had as he stared at the screen. He let the blonde slowly scroll through the videos, as if letting Shouta read the titles, and God were they embarrassing for him to even read in his head let alone to ever say them out loud but Hizashi beat him to it.  

"'Blonde Bimbo's Outdoor Party' sounds like a good one! Ooooh, what about 'Blonde Slut Gets Brains Fucked Out'? Oh! Oh! How about 'Blonde Babe Eats Out Best Friend's Brother'?" Oh, come on! Shouta felt his cheeks throbbing from the heat as he glared at the screen while his husband happily chirped out titles that had embarrassment bursting through every little inch of him. "Oh, oh, oh! 'Blonde Bitch Goes For A Ride' sounds promising!"

He was going to go away from homicide. He was going to actually do harm to himself if he had to it here a moment longer listening to his husband cheerfully list off porno names right next to him like they were settling in to watch Netflix together. It made his face painfully, unbearably hot as he tried his best not to shrink in his spot when his husband squeezed his arm lightly around him as he reached up to rub his right eyebrow. This man was going to be the death of him.

"So, what do you think, Sho? Any of these sound interesting to you? I personally am interested in the blonde slut one! Judging from the thumbnail alone I think it'd be a good one!" He watched the cursor make circles around the video in question as if debating it before speaking again and he could hear the smirk in his husband's voice. "So, you like watching blondes?"  

"N-No! I just-We're watching it together, so I mean-!"

Words, words! He needed better words! He was stumbling, falling, and stuttering over these damn words of his that choked off before he could stop them or make them come out strong and confident as he wanted. Then he jumped when Hizashi leaned away just enough to look into his face, an amused glimmer to those green eyes of his, and a raised brow that made his hands fidget against his thighs.

"I don't watch this kind of stuff often, you know that! I just-!" He raised his hands up to rub at his face, his blush scalding beneath his fingers, and he then blew out a breath before dragging his fingers down his cheeks before leaving them to cover his mouth as he looked at Hizashi as he spoke from behind his hands. "Just- Do that one. The one you're interested in."  

Hizashi chuckled at the muffled quality to his voice as he leaned in and kissed the tip of Shouta's nose lightly making the black-haired man flinch in response before he could control himself properly. Then his husband was turning to the screen with a hum as he shifted himself in his spot to get comfortable. "Alright! We'll watch this one then you choose the next one, okay? We could switch off! You chose the category first and I chose the first video! Now you choose the second video and I choose the second category!"

Shouta felt a stab of horror as he stared at the blonde. They were going to watch more than one? Hizashi smiled at the horrified look on his husband's face and chuckled softly as he fought the urge to kiss his nose again. "That is if we make it through this one without being hard that is!"  

Was he an idiot? It was porn! And as cheesy, eyeroll worthy and unrealistic as porn was there was still one goal for it when being made and it was to get the viewers aroused. He kept his fingers against his lips as he then looked to the screen as Hizashi leaned back against his side, the laptop going on the little stand on the bed, settling it in so they could both see it clearly. He was doing this. He was really fucking doing this? Jesus Christ, this was nearly too much to deal with.

He was feeling strangely overwhelmed, the feeling swelling inside of him, and he took a deep breath.  He flexed his fingers out against his thighs, feeling them tremble lightly as he kept himself from gripping the fabric again when Hizashi clicked on the video then full screened it. It remained on a black screen for a moment, a spinning gray circle in the middle of the screen as it loaded, and then the all too familiar intro to Pornhub ran out quietly from the laptop speakers.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! He rubbed his palms against his thighs now when the video started up, his back straightening a bit when Hizashi wrapped an arm around his waist, his breaths nearly rasping out of him. It was fine at first. A little conversation that was lulling Shouta into a false sense of security as he tried not to cringe at the god-awful dialogue but that didn't stop Hizashi from snickering at the lines being delivered. All seemed okay.

The video itself was only twenty or so minutes long, nothing too bad. But then he was tensing up as it changed. It was the rather slick, nearly disgusting sound of lips smacking together as the actors began to kiss one another so ferociously that he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him when the lips parted and he could see their tongues. God, is that what it looked like when he and Hizashi were making out? He was stiff against his husband's side, whose fingers were kneading at his waist, as he struggled to push down his embarrassment.

It was gripping him so viciously, he feared he'd never be able to unlock his body after this. Then Hizashi was snickering again under his breath again as his fingers continued massaging him, making Shouta want to peek at his husband's face but given that his head was on his shoulder that wasn't really possible without it being noticeable. Then, as if to prove the dialogue and kissing was tame, the moans started.

Whimpering moans that were high, clearly put on theatrically, but they sent a strange feeling through Shouta as he remained tense despite Hizashi trying to coax him into a relaxed state like he was. They were still kissing, perhaps far more eagerly than before, and hands were reaching to pull at the clothing of the man who was clearly supposed to be the top in the situation. Meanwhile the man playing the bottom had on the scantiest pair of underwear and stockings he'd ever seen in his life.

He hated the burn to his cheeks especially when he could practically sense how Hizashi's eyes were locked on the screen watching every little thing taking place. It was a complete difference to the urge to look away for him. Fuck, he wanted to look away but the noises would no doubt draw his attention back so it was a lost cause.  He twitched at how quick things jumped from what he could only imagine as a five to a ten in the seconds it took him to get his focus back on the laptop and he squeezed his hands into tight fists against his thighs again.

It was embarrassing. It should be embarrassing but shouldn't it also be okay? To be alright in watching something like this with his husband? He heard of other people doing things like this, heard of it but balked at it. He gawked now at the screen at the sight of the actors in the video twisting, the blonde in the video having his face pressed down into a couch with hips raising up as the underwear being pulled down.

He was...fascinated? He was still embarrassed, but he was strangely enraptured by the sight before him because it was going fast, so fast, and he knew if a video had a time limit it did have to go fast after all. He wanted to shift, to adjust himself, when he pressed his lips together to keep any sort of sound whether it be a breath or a hum of embarrassment from leaving his throat as he stared at the screen.

Was this really how fast things went down in porn? He hadn't watched a video since he was a teen, but this seemed so much different to what he had watched back then. He felt a wave of heat ripple under his skin, goosebumps raising on top of it at the moans that now rang out from the laptop, and he swallowed as his fingers twitched despite their tight curl. He didn't know what to do with himself, pull away or stay close, but his heart was beating uncomfortably hard against his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

How that only made the tinny moans so much louder, he had not a damn clue. Then he felt the hand on his waist sliding up his side then back down to his hip gently prompting him to open his eyes again to stare at the screen only to feel his jaw drop as air rushed out of him at the sight. He knew they got more well-endowed men to do porn now a days, men specifically searched out, but that had to be one of the biggest dicks he'd ever seen in his life.

While he thought himself average at six inches, Hizashi at a good seven and a half inches this actor's dick had to be closer to eight or nine. Huge. Positively huge. And the fact that the blonde actor was taking it so easily was absolutely gawk worthy as he stared at the screen feeling Hizashi chuckle softly beside him as that hand continued its path up and down his side. "Mans got a big dick, don't he? Like, goddamn! I dunno if I'd be able to take anything like that so easily."  

He blinked when Hizashi spoke, moving his head to rub against his shoulder when he twitched to look at the blonde only to stop at the last moment, and he took a deep breath before he felt confident he could speak without stuttering. "Yeah. I mean, don't they prepare actors before shoots anyway?" He questioned when Hizashi hummed softly, his hand bunching the fabric of his shirt sometimes from the movements and he fought a shiver at the thought of Hizashi's hand on his skin.

Especially while watching something like this. Then the moans on the laptop crested to a cry that both men twitched at, and he looked up instinctively to the source. It would be hard not to look up at it and once he did, he was gawking shamelessly at the screen. The slick sounds of the absolute horrendous amount of lubricant they used was a... unique sound. Almost like macaroni. And he blushed hotly at the comparison because he had heard Hizashi say countless times that stupid phrase 'that's what good pussy sounds like!' in his ear anytime pasta was being made.

Almost always when he was making mac and cheese for dinner if it was a lazy night. He always elbowed him in the stomach making him wheeze out his laughs but now that he was sitting here watching this, listening to the sounds, he couldn't help but agree no matter how shameful that was. The moans were so high, strung out and clearly fake like any Porn stars would be but it was nearly overwhelming to listen too.

And then he felt his dick twitch making him look down in horror at himself. What? Even though he knew porn was made to get men aroused it was shocking that he anything about this slightly hard-on worthy. He fought the urge to shift his hands to casually cover his curiously twitching dick because he’d never hear the end of it if Hizashi saw. If he knew his body was reacting so strongly to the stupid video.

He swallowed as he shifted slightly, pulling his knees up slightly closer to himself instead and he let out a little breath as quietly as he could. He watched the sight of the blonde on screen getting exactly what the title had promised; his brains fucked out. He knew if he had been watching it on his own the time jump from zero to six minutes would have spooked him. Watching it progress naturally was strange.

As a teen he would always get impatient, wanting to skip to the good parts, and while it mortified him to think that he just couldn't deny it. He squeezed his thighs together. His feet then twitched only to wiggle against the sheets as he tried to keep his breaths from being the tingles that already raced down his legs. Begging to be stretched out again. He instead flexed his cramping fingers out. Fuck, it was getting to him more than he initially thought it would.

He thought he'd be too embarrassed, too horrified, to even think of getting aroused but here he was struggling to keep still because Hizashi surely wasn't that affected yet, was he? It was embarrassing what a simple video was doing to him. The whimpers, the groans, and the cries were painfully loud as he blinked quickly while closing his mouth to swallow in order to soothe his dry throat.

Jesus, he needed some water. Did this mean he was thirsty in two senses of the word? Oh, Hizashi would find that fucking hilarious. The sharp sound of skin slapping on the computer was tinny, just like the other sounds so far, and yet it was making him feel hot. His skin was burning underneath his clothes, he was sure Hizashi could feel it beneath his hand and against his side, and he wanted to peek at his husband so badly just to see his face.

What expression was he wearing? Was it his concentrated one that he got when reading or watching something? Brows tugged together, eyes stormy, lips being bit at lightly? A sharp moan from the laptop brought him out of his thoughts as his nails lightly dragged against the fabric of his pants bunching the fabric into his palms as he struggled to keep his body from moving. It was difficult when his previously twitching dick was hardening and he knew the fabric of his sweats wouldn't hide it as well as it should.

It wouldn't be obvious if he were wearing his regular pants but if Hizashi looked- He nearly whimpered in time with the actor in the video as he squeezed the fabric in his hands. How much longer? How much? He wanted to squirm, to whine, and twist against his husband's side but he held himself tight. He hoped Hizashi would mistake it as the stiffness he'd had earlier and that he would just assume Shouta's embarrassment was still prevalent.

He hated this! Hated it! He was getting aroused watching porn with his husband sitting right fucking there! What did that say about him as a person? He clenched his jaw as some part of his mind marveled at the video, at the sight of skin jiggling with each harsh thrust. He marveled at the blush to the blonde actor's skin, a gentle red and he wondered was it from the heat or perhaps was it blush?

He didn't know but the urge to rub his eyes was strong, yet he knew if he moved even an inch, he'd lose the tight control he had over every muscle in his body right now and the embarrassment would swoop in. That just wasn't worth it. He then felt Hizashi shift next to him. He twitched with a renewed tightness to his shoulder as that hand paused on his hip to rub and knead at it gently through his clothing but there was something different about it.

Was it because he was actually aroused now? Was that what was different about it? Then his brain, his disgustingly traitorous brain, whispered to him as he watched the blonde on screen twist and writhe as he shouted out only for it to end on one of those famous, long drawn out Porn star moans.  

What if that was Hizashi? What if I was making him feel so good that he moved and sounded like that?

He couldn't stop the little shiver that ran down his spine at the thought, his face and neck felt uncomfortably hot much like the tips of his ears when he felt the hand rubbing at his hip comfortingly rub at his side again while trying to coax him closer. He wanted to resist it. But Hizashi felt nice against him now, much more comfortable than he had moments ago, and so he let himself wiggle to readjust his position against his side.

He blinked then looked over at the sound of Hizashi's hand rubbing at his thigh that was followed by a low breath leaving the man. He couldn't see his face but God did he want too. His hands were trembling lightly from how tightly he gripped his pant legs, and he wondered if Hizashi could see that, if he had been watching Shouta in between. He fought another shiver that wanted to streak down his spine.

Then that signature Porn star moan had him looking at the screen with that same thought whispered through his mind only now was he willing to build on it. He wasn't big like the other actor on screen but that never seemed to matter to Hizashi so maybe he would still squirm and shout like that? If he ever agreed to bottom someday then would he? But he could make Hizashi sound like that even if he wasn't ever going to top the blonde and he could make Hizashi writhe and scream with just a movement of his own hips.

He then felt Hizashi shift as his hand lifted from his thigh to the mousepad swirling over the video and he noticed the little tremble to his hand before it moved away after confirming the time. Twelve minutes in. God, there was another thirteen minutes? He bit his lip when the whimpering moans seemed to lightly crackle on the speakers, and he swallowed down a noise of his own as he fought the squirm that made his legs twitch. The hand on his side was sliding up and down, then it paused to grip a fistful of the fabric making him blink when he heard Hizashi clear his throat.  

"D-Do you care if we choose another one now? Not that I'm not enjoying it, far from that, but I just don't think we should watch whole videos like they're shows to binge on Netflix! Would that be okay with you, baby?"

Oh god, his voice! It was pitched low, gritty almost despite him clearing his throat and he loved the sound of it as the sharp slaps of skin on skin, the wild moans and low grunts from the actors had him sinking his teeth harder into his lip as he wondered if he could speak without stuttering again. He did pretty good last time so surely it would be firm this time, right? And yet his lips refused to move even when he dragged his teeth over his lip as he released it.

He felt Hizashi squirm then against his side, a twitch moving over the hand on the mousepad, and he released his grip on his pant legs as he curled his legs tightly to his stomach now. "Sho?"  

"It's f-fine with me. You said I picked the next one, r-right?"

Ah, shit! It wasn't as bad as it could be but the wobble to his own low, rough voice was unmistakable, and he felt the hand gripping his shirt tighten for just a moment as Hizashi took a breath before letting it out. He could only imagine the nod the blonde possibly gave when the hand released his shirt and he straightened up slightly. Shouta then used his hand that that would have been between them to press to the mattress to keep him upright.

He watched the video exit from full screen and then he hit the back button on the web page twice to bring them back to the categories page once again cutting off the moaning and the resulting silence felt too loud. Like the room was bigger without the sharp, crisp smacking of skin on skin and the high staccato moans that made him want to shiver. He watched Hizashi scroll through the categories for a moment before he settled on a strangely obvious and perhaps hilarious selection. Brunettes.

While Shouta had just been choosing blindly at the blonde's category he couldn't shake the feeling that Hizashi's choice was intentional, and he had to pick on him just a little bit. "Brunettes, huh?"

"Shut up, you! It's better to keep it easy! I don't want to spook you with anything." He mumbled the words as he began scrolling through the videos slowly letting Shouta gaze at the names feeling his ears burn hotly from his blush and he wondered if they were as red as he imagined them being.

Hizashi always said his ears were brighter than anything when he blushed. This time, strangely enough, Hizashi didn't happily read the titles out loud and his fingers trembled against the mouse as Shouta let his eyes scan over the videos feeling strangely locked up. Like he couldn't force his lips to move much less think of saying them. He then shifting making Hizashi's finger stop, swallowing, and pointed to a thumbnail listening to the blonde swallow himself.

"Th-This one? You sure?"  

He couldn't trust himself to speak so he nodded when he felt Hizashi's eyes on him, his knees still bunched up to his stomach, his hands scratching his knees through the fabric. He dug his nails into them when Hizashi clicked on the video, once again full screening it, before he settled in with his hand reaching out for Shouta and he squirmed closer again pinching his lips together as it took a few seconds for it to start.

The Pornhub logo, the iconic music, and then the video was starting much like the one had before. There was the playful, cringey dialogue that bordered on flirtatiousness between the two actors when he shifted his legs slightly. They were cramped, aching with the desire to stretch them out but he refused. He couldn't. This time he was hyper focused on the video in front of him as once again that familiar, slick sound of the two actors making out with everything they had rang out and he couldn't find it in him to be disgusted this time.

He was absolutely, one hundred percent, fascinated by the video. He barely reacted to the hand rubbing his waist again but he didn't need that reassurance, he didn't need the comfort, because his embarrassment was far gone by this point. It was lost beneath the lust, the arousal, that was burning through him faster than even Endeavor's flames. He watched with every little bit of his brain power on the tongues that flashed in the kiss, the hands that pushed at pants on the actors, the way the bottom moaned gratuitously into the kiss.

He was enraptured by the sight as he pressed his trembling hands firmly to his knees that twitched, and he couldn't control the breaths that came unevenly but he did try to keep them quiet. He almost felt like a teen again. So goddamn horny that he was nearly squirming with impatience for them to just do it already. He bit down at his lip as if he could bite down the impatience boiling in his chest as he stared at the screen.

The moans were kicking up, like before only this time he watched as the dark-haired man was plucked up and plopped onto what he could only assume was supposed to be a kitchen table and he felt a tingle of excitement as his breath froze for a second. Hizashi did that all the time when they were younger. Fucked him on the kitchen table back when they were living in an apartment and he'd loved every second of it.

The way the wood didn't give beneath his nails like skin would, the quiet creaking as it wobbled back and forth in time with their frenzied movements, how cool it was beneath his back when Hizashi pushed him down. How he then thrusted so hard the table jumped from merely creaking to squeaking loudly beneath him and he had wondered if it would break. God, they really couldn't keep their hands off each other even then, could they?

He jumped from his thoughts when Hizashi's hand discreetly pulled at his shirt lifting it up and then he shivered when his palm pressed against his skin, his wedding ring cool against his hot flesh. Surely, he knew now, right? Could he feel how hot he was and how he was nearly burning up with his arousal? But Hizashi didn't say a word as he began moving his hand slowly, up and down, on his skin making it quiver beneath his touch and Shouta almost whined.

Almost. The sound of the actor on screen moaning loudly covered his tiny sound he made as he tried to strangle the whine in his throat, but he felt confident Hizashi heard it.  He then felt Hizashi squirm next to him again only it wasn't the tiny little movement but a larger one this time and Shouta heard the blonde take a breath that shuddered both in and out. The sound made his stomach squeeze in excitement and eagerness, and he hated how it made him want to throw up.

The airy sensation, the butterflies in the stomach idea, was almost too much for him when he could already feel his heart flying against his chest only to stumble over its beats. The sensations were too much paired together. He bit at his lip again as he watched the dark-haired actor on the screen spread his legs, wider than he thought possible and he wondered briefly if the man was flexible, when the slick sound of the other actor pushing into him had him shivering.

He blinked slowly when he heard Hizashi's palm brushing against his thigh again only this time it was faster, firmer perhaps, against the fabric of the jeans he had changed into when they got home in order to go out to the store together. It nearly made him look away from the screen but then the thrusts, the way the actors moved against each other, was gobbling up his focus as he saw the table began to rock with the pace that was chosen.

He could hear that shitty table of theirs squeaking in their apartment. Could feel it beneath him. He shivered again as Hizashi's hand swept upwards on his side before dipping low to his hip again to lightly scratch the flesh there for a second before rubbing it away. He was breathing unevenly, quietly as he could but he was sure Hizashi heard them. Sure that he felt them from the movement in his shoulders as his chest fluttered up and down with his breaths.

The loud moans were loud, that absolutely abhorrent squelching of the lube as the other man thrusted in was loud in the room and he could hear Hizashi's breaths next to him. They were also uneven, nearly panting, and he could only imagine the look on his face. His neglected erection throbbed against his thighs, thighs that he rubbed together now making him twitch, and he choked off another whine in his throat as he stared at the video unable to stop a squirm of his own.

The hand on his skin was hypnotic in the way it would shift from rubbing and caressing his feverish skin to scratching it was absolutely putting him into a trance as it went hand-in-hand with the lewd sounds coming from the laptop. Then Hizashi did something that threw everything off. He heard that palm brushing over his thigh again, nails dragging against the fabric of the jeans, as if to claw at it with that shaking hand as a louder, shaking breath left his husband again.

That's when Hizashi moved slightly next to him making him twitch himself as he moved instinctively to keep himself pressed to his side, his eyes still on the screen as he watched the table wiggle viciously beneath the actors. He about jumped out of his skin when Hizashi moaned. He jerked himself upright while pulling away from his side only for his gaze to fly down to see Hizashi's hand rubbing at himself, fingers shaking and thighs twitching as the whisper of his hand against the fabric had him twitching.

Then he was looking up at his husband who wasn't looking at the video anymore. Had he been looking at it all? His pupils were huge, his iris's mere rings of green, his face was just as red as he imagined his own to be, his lips parted with his uneven breaths and his lashes were lowered, giving him that bedroom look he adored. The hand that had been on his waist slid against his lower back with his movement and he looked down again at the hand that rubbed at the bulge of his erection before swallowing as he looked up.

A moan from the laptop had them both looking at the screen instinctively and then Shouta forced his gaze away as he found himself rolling onto his knees lunging forward. Hizashi threw his hands up to catch the black-haired man with a happy sound leaving his throat, low and rough to Shouta, but then his lips were on the blonde's and it didn't matter. He pushed the blonde onto his back from the force of his lunge, his hands planting on either side of his shoulders while trying not to pin his hair against the bed or pull at it on accident to cause genuine pain.

He swung his left leg over Hizashi's waist, knees digging into the mattress firmly, and his whimper was covered by Hizashi's enthusiastic moan as he ground his erection to the blonde's. Hands gripped at his waist as their lips moved against each other in a fast, perhaps even desperate, type of kiss that screamed its own lustful intentions. He couldn't stop himself from grinding against the blonde now that he had started and the pleasure that rushed through him was too addicting to even consider stopping his movements.

He then made a little noise as Hizashi moved to flip him onto his back, the blonde reaching up to tug his hair down all the way and he then pulled from the kiss as Shouta's hands flew down to fumble with the button of his jeans before ripping it open and pulling the zipper down while Hizashi tugged his shirt above his head throwing it behind him as his nipple piercings flashed at Shouta happily.

He then turned his attention from trying to get the jeans down, the action near impossible given their position, but he could try dammit and he finally gave up with an annoyed grunt as he reached down to pull his own shirt up over his head with a little difficulty. It was hard to get a shirt up when it kept bunching up because of the blanket beneath you. Then he was throwing the fabric as hard as he could, not caring where it flew off too because Hizashi was coming down pressing their chests together as his lips found his again and he was humming as his toes curled.

He could understand his embarrassment at the start of this but now? Now he was grateful he had agreed to it. So goddamn grateful. He moaned into the kiss as Hizashi's lips pressed firmly to his own, almost crushing their mouths together, as he kissed him back with that same starving and frenzied quality that had him squirming. He hissed in a breath felt Hizashi's nipple piercings rub against his chest when the blonde moved causing such a unique feeling that it made him whine.

He felt Hizashi lick at his lip, and he parted his lips quickly only to hear the answering moan from Hizashi as his tongue met his own with that same frenzied movement. He panted unevenly through his nose as he twisted, licked and caressed Hizashi's tongue with his own when he began playing with the tongue piercing happily as Hizashi moaned into the kiss this time. The image of the make outs in the videos made him feel a stab of embarrassment.

At the mere thought of himself and Hizashi kissing that sloppily but then Hizashi's thumb was rubbing circles into his jaw as if to soothe him.As if he knew that he'd felt embarrassed for a moment and wanted to quell it. He squirmed when the blonde slid the hand from his jaw down along his side and he was moaning loudly when the hand slipped between them to grasp at Shouta's erection through the fabric of his pants.

He could still hear the video playing at the edge of the bed, but he couldn't focus on it now, not when Hizashi was rubbing his piercing against his tongue making him twitch against the blonde. He could feel drool gathering in the corner of his mouth as he swallowed the best he could when Hizashi was sliding his hand from his erection to pull at the waistline of his pants insistently before pulling back. He almost whined at the loss of his lips, staring up at the blonde who was panting quickly as he sat back on his knees and slid his right hand up his chest making his back arch into the touch.  

"Take'em off right fucking now!"

He got the words out on a breath that sounded choked to Shouta and he nodded eagerly as the blonde moved from between his legs to move into a sitting position as he began pushing at his boxers and jeans as fast as he could. He did the same. His clothing was flying over the edge of the bed with Hizashi's following afterwards and he shivered at the sight of Hizashi's erection, the sight of his happy trail that gave way to the thick patch of blonde pubic hair that he trimmed religiously. He always had.

He had revealed to Shouta when they were teens that he did it and ever since then he sometimes did it in front of Shouta only to offer to do the same for him, but he always brushed it off. He didn't care about his own appearance down there and Hizashi seemed to love it anyways. He was then rolling onto his knees again, the black-haired man shivering in anticipation when a moan flew from the laptop, and he looked over instinctively like he had before then back to his husband.  

"Turn it off!"

He pointed to the laptop watching as Hizashi then leaned forward on his left hand reaching out to slam the laptop's screen down cutting off the sounds when he was turning back to Shouta. He then squirmed against the bed reaching for the bedside table, his hands shaking, and he yanked the drawer open to dig for the box of condoms and lube he had there when Hizashi was pushing his legs apart making him whimper. He felt them slide up his thighs making them tremble beneath his touch and Shouta scrounged desperately for the items he knew were there.

He bought them just the other day! Where is it? Where the fuck were they? He moaned when fingers caressed the underside of his erection, his fingers frantically moving around the drawer looking for the shape of the condom box and the tube. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait, Zashi!"  

"Don't want to, baby, I don't want to! Look at you squirm! How long have you been hard, Sho? How long into these videos did we get into before you got turned on?" Hizashi questioned through a moan as he wrapped his fingers around his husband's erection giving a few strokes that had hips jumping up and a loud moan flying from the man.

Shouta couldn't think to answer as he forced himself to keep looking for what he knew was in there. He gasped when his fingers finally brushed the edge of a box, grabbing it quickly then finding the tube next to it rolling slightly from his movement and he snatched it up as well before turning back to Hizashi. He then cried out when Hizashi's thumb rubbed at his tip sending such an intense wave of pleasure through him that it about ripped through him as easily as the lust and arousal had making his hips jump up frantically.

"Answer me, baby! Tell me!"  

"Ah! Ah, ma-maybe ten minutes in? Tw-Twelve? Mmmm, I don't kn-know! I-I didn't c-care enough to really think 'bout it!" His own words were a lustful, slurring moan as he looked down at his hips jumping up making Hizashi's hand move with him, and he whined softly when the thumb pressed against his slit rubbing firmly in small, tight circles.

He twitched when the hand then slid down again to resume the stroking past from tip to base that had him whimpering as he pressed the backs of his hands to his forehead as he grit his teeth. Fine, if Hizashi wasn't going to listen to him and wait then he could play dirty too. He would play dirty! He took a few breaths when his eyes threatened to roll up at the pleasure that burned in his very veins when Hizashi squeezed his erection with just enough pressure to make his hips jerk up in that same frenzy they had before.

"Za-Zashi, do you 'member the t-table?"  

Hizashi squinted at him as Shouta fought the urge to shut his eyes, his hands shaking against his forehead, and he watched confusion roll over his husband's face as his glasses slipped down his nose before being nudged back up. He felt a laugh crawling up his throat at the sight, the brows that came together tightly on his forehead as he blinked rapidly a few times before squinting at him again as if his confusion deepened and then tilted his head as he paused his hand.

It made him whine loudly before he could stop himself, his hips jerking desperately to recreate the strokes when Hizashi finally spoke, beginning to move his hand again though it was slower and not at all what Shouta wanted. He wanted fast. He wanted to be squeezed so firmly it bordered on pain. "What table?"  

"T-The one at our old apartment?"

He knew he hit the spot directly when Hizashi's eyes lost their squint, flying open giving him a wide-eyed look instead as he stared down at Shouta who bit back the smirk that quivered at the corners of his lips. Not yet. Not yet. It was hard to keep it off his lips when he felt a smug satisfaction run through him when he felt the fingers beginning to move again slowly this time, as if to see what he would say next.

"Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout! That table that -Ah, shit! Mmm!- th-that we bought at the y-yard sale because we co-couldn't afford a brand new one yet? A-And it was all scratched up and ne-needed a book under one of the legs to keep it stable?"  

"It was a p-piece of shit! A shitty ass table!" Hizashi got his words out with a breathless laugh accompanying them as Shouta moaned when the hand began moving faster, his legs squirming on either side of the blonde restlessly. His breath rushed out over his lips making them feel dry when he pressed them together to swallow.

Though, he honestly didn't care right then because those fingers were then rubbing at the tip, and he was crying out jerking his hips upwards as his legs shook. He gasped as the fingers of his left hand curled tightly over the box and tube in his hand so tightly he feared that he'd burst open the lube and get it all over his hair. It happened once before and it wasn't pleasant at all to get it out. He sucked in a breath when Hizashi leaned down to kiss his throat only to begin moving lower.

Kissing his chest softly as he made his way down his stomach which quivered at the soft press of his lips and his thighs twitched to open themselves as wide as they could while his hips arched up. A silent plea. "What about that table's got your attention, baby? Why are you bringing it up now?"

"B-Because of the video! The one I-I chose! It made me 'memeber it!" He breathed out when he felt Hizashi's breath against his hip before a kiss was pressed there then a nip of teeth that made him shiver and he whimpered when he felt Hizashi kiss the underside of his erection.

He knew exactly what he wanted to say, to spur Hizashi on, but the words clogged in his throat for a moment as the blonde began kissing down to the base, his lashes fluttering as he looked up from under them at him before moving up towards the leaking tip when he held out a hand curling his fingers. It took his brain a moment to piece it together because it was fizzed with the jolt of lust that zapped him when lips pressed again his tip making his whole body jerk and he bit his lip though it did nothing to quiet the moan that tore out of him.

He then moved his hand from his forehead and all but threw both items at the blonde's hand which got him a hum when he took a breath to speak. "Ju-Just somethin' made me think of when w-we had it and sometimes you wo- Nnnngh!"  

He thrust his hips up eagerly when Hizashi licked at the tip, rubbing the piercing against the slit his eyes smoldering up at him and his hands came up to cover his eyes which he also squeezed shut. It should be illegal the way the blonde licked at him, rubbing that sinful barbell against the head as if he were eager to lap up the droplets of pre-come that welled up. As if he was eager to taste it. He didn't have to see to know how his husband was looking at him, didn't need too because he could see it so clearly behind his eyelids.

He wanted to watch his husband, but he couldn't; strange how he could sit through half of a porn video and the first five minutes of another one but he couldn't will himself to look down. He whimpered when Hizashi then began kissing down the side of his erection making him gasp in a breath that made his chest heave when the blonde spoke again, this time his voice pitched dangerously low. Using his quirk this time, the wicked bastard.

"What would I do, Sho? Did I do something to you that involved the table?"  

He could do it. He could say it. God, he wanted to say it! He just needed a second to catch his breath as he felt his erection twitch as he ground the backs of his hands against his eyes as he swallowed and then licked his lips taking a little breath. "So-Sometimes I'd be making d-dinner or washing the d-dishes and you'd walk in acting all in-innocent and bother me!"

How embarrassed he should be as gasped out those words. Yet he couldn't think of it when it got him rewarded by lips pressing to his thighs now, fluttering kisses that would be placed on his face, and the muscles in his thighs jumped at the lips caressing the sensitive inner flesh. Go on. He didn't have to hear the words from Hizashi to know it was what he was thinking. "An-And then you'd start t-touching me! Touching my ssstomach and hips u-until I couldn't focus!"

"Mmmm, what does that have to do with the t-table, baby?" Hizashi's voice was still pitched low, dangerously and deliciously low, making him tremble when his voice vibrated across his skin from how close his lips were. He could only imagine those smoldering eyes looking up at him, pupils blown wide.

He whimpered when he heard the cap of the lube popping open followed quickly by the quiet, slick little noises as it was spread over the blonde's fingers, and he couldn't control the way his breath raced. How it came out jaggedly, heaving and rushing out too fast, and he squirmed when he felt the fingers moving between his cheeks to rub over his entrance. It made his hips twitch against the fingers rubbing at him, the eagerness overpowering for just a moment, and he felt lips against his inner thigh again.

"Tell me, baby, what did I do after that?"  

Jesus. Already the images from the videos felt farther away but still flashed behind his eyelids as he struggled to keep from moving in time with the fingers rubbing at him slickly. "Th-Then you'd touch me d-down there! Touching m-my thighs, my ass and my hi-hips then you'd rub m-me!"

He sounded utterly, completely breathless when Hizashi began pushing his finger into him making him twitch as he bit at his sore lip to compose himself as his breath hitched and shuddered down then out before he could speak again. And even when he did his voice was strangely thick, raspy and not at all like Hizashi's deeper pitch but the shudder he felt from the hands on him told him it affected Hizashi about as much as the blonde's voice affected him.  "And-And when I g-got hard you wouldn't ta-take me to the bedroom!"  

"Where'd I take you?"

God, his voice was a shot straight to his groin making his erection throb at the sound of it and Shouta squirmed as he twitched his hips as Hizashi began thrusting his finger slowly. Like he was testing the waters. He nearly yelled at him to hurry up the preparation, that he was impatient and wanted more right now and if he didn't get it then he'd lose his mind. And to think this was all because of two little videos on Pornhub. People really knew what they were doing in getting people aroused and fired up, didn't they?

He jumped when he felt that second finger nudging at him before pushing in, making him hiss out a breath through clenched teeth and his hips jumped up desperately in search of something, anything, to give him what he wanted. "Wh-Where did I take you, baby?"  

"To the table! The ta-table!" His throat felt dry from how he gasped his words, but they were flying out of him in each breath he used leaving his lungs hungry for another breath and he was desperate to get the words out of him.

He planted his feet on the mattress, doing his best to move his hips in time with the fingers thrusting into him, and he could feel those eyes burning into his feverish skin making his very blood flame with lust. He wanted it, he needed it, and he was going to get it, goddammit! God, he hadn't known the effect porn would have on him at this age. The last time he watched it actively was when he was a teenager, his hormones being in overdrive and his sex drive through the roof once he realized his feelings for Hizashi.

It had driven him out of his mind the way he was always so close but untouchable had killed him. So naturally he turned to porn. But since he and Hizashi have been together he didn't have a need for it, not as often as he would have in the past, because he had the object of his desire and lust with him. He hissed in a breath when the fingers spread outwards pushing at his muscles spurring him to speak.

"You'd pu-put me on the table! And-And-!"

"And what, baby?" Hizashi's spoke with that low tone, but it came slower now, like he was close to falling asleep but the fast movements of his fingers spoke nothing of it and he whimpered when the tips of his fingers just barely touched his prostate.

His hips jerked down to get them to touch, to press against it but the fingers pulled back right as he moved down and he cried out at the indignation, the unfairness, that ripped through him at being denied it. He heard the low, vibrating chuckle against his thigh as lips pressed against them again but began crawling back up, making him gasp hopefully as they kissed at the juncture between his thigh and groin.

"Move your hands, Sho, look at me."  

He moved his tightly fisted, trembling hands from his eyes and peeled them open looking down at his husband who was smiling up at him sweetly which was such a contrast to his tone that it made him blink at him in confusion. Then he was shuddering, his hands flying downwards to grab the long blonde locks as Hizashi delivered a lick from the base all the way up to the tip rubbing his piercing against it before he covered it with his mouth.

He shouted when Hizashi suckled, his tongue lapping at the slit before dipping his head down making his hips arch up only for hands to come up pressing his hips down as he gasped for a breath. Fuck, fuck! He could feel his thighs shaking as his toes curled tightly before twitching as he cried out breathlessly as his husband kept moving down. It was only when he was down to the base, the tip of his nose pressing against him, did he gasp.

In fact, he swore he gasped so deeply and so violently, that he heard the rasping quality to it as it scraped down his throat.  Heaved a lungful of air down, feeling his chest heave with the motion as he paused to swallow. Then he used his air, his air that he wanted to save, to form words. He had to continue, anyhow, because what he saw in his mind was blending the memories with the videos they had just sat through, and he knew his memories were so much better, but it was- He just needed-!

"And-And then you'd fuck me so hard that it would creak and wo-wobble! So hard, so fast! And it'd be s-so gooood! So good, Zashi! Better than any fu-fucking video could ever m-make me feel!"  

He screamed, howled, his words as he stared at the ceiling as he gripped and twisted those blonde locks around his fingers tightly when he was grinding his hips upwards when Hizashi swallowed. The movement was almost too much paired with the fingers that had bumped up to three, thrusting in and out of him while fanning out until he was writhing against the sheets gasping when Hizashi began to bob his head.

He loved when Hizashi went down on him whether it was for a blowjob or to eat him out, the man had a magical mouth no matter what he did and Shouta loved every damn second of it! He could hear the quiet sounds of Hizashi sucking at him, swallowing when he went down to the base, as he moved his fingers in time to the movements of his head making Shouta moan so loudly, so violently, that he felt his vocal cords straining.

His hands coaxed Hizashi downwards each time he went up and his hips were shamelessly rocking against his mouth each time he went to the base. He was sure he was going to lose his mind. All because of two videos they didn't even watch all the way through. He jerked when Hizashi pulled his fingers out, a whine that sounded closer to a keening sound, only to wail when the blonde pushed against his hands as he began sliding upwards giving a suck to the tip before popping off.

He was gulping air down, unsure if it was sobs flying out of him, but he was making some kind of strangled sound in between each lungful of air he took as Hizashi pulled his hands from his hair to sit up. He choked the sounds down the best he could which wasn't great, but he could hear Hizashi fussing with something for a moment, his head lifting as his chest heaved. He whimpered when he watched Hizashi rip open the condom in his hand viciously, like he couldn't get it open fast enough, his hands shaking as he rolled the condom on.

His movements were fast, jerking movements that trembled as he picked up the lube perhaps a bit too hard if the way he squirted a decent amount out onto the blankets but that didn't matter. It didn't matter because he was pressing a dollop onto his fingers then moving back between Shouta's legs, the black-haired man spreading them open with a whimper as the fingers dove down smearing the lube against the hole that twitched beneath his fingers.

He then reached out for Shouta's waist, lifting his lower half up and the man used his feet to push himself up just enough to help out the blonde who let his lips quirk into a little smile. He was reaching out for Hizashi, his hands shaking much like the rest of him, and then he was crying out so loudly in such a high tone that his right hand flew up to cover his mouth as Hizashi nudged at him before diving in.

He didn't know what to do with his left hand, didn't know if he was still reaching, but it quickly clapped over his right hand as he released another noise that was so lewd, so lustful, that even muffled it made embarrassment prickle. Hizashi's hands squeezed tightly at his waist when he bottomed out and he closed his eyes for a moment. He just needed a moment. Were his lashes wet?

He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, sliding down his temples, but did he have tears? Why? He didn't know, he couldn't understand why his eyes were watering but here they were. Was it the embarrassment? Or the euphoria of Hizashi’s erection twitching inside of him? He truly didn't know at this point but what he did know was he couldn't really believe he released anything like that! It was so-!  

"Do-Don't do that, Sho!"

The blonde's hands then lifted from his waist to grab at his wrists gently but he shook his head as he opened his eyes to stare at his husband who was staring down at him with such hunger, such absolute lust, that it sent chills down his spine. The fingers lightly squeezed his wrists before tugging at them and he knew he could fight them, he could resist the tugging, but he didn't. Was it because he also wanted to hear himself?

Or because he knew it was a fruitless struggle? He let Hizashi pull his hands away from his mouth only for them to be pinned by his head, hands sliding up to interlock with his own tightly, and he whined softly as he looked up at his husband. God, he looked like he was going to devour him. And maybe he would let him. He was burning hot - he was on fire- and he would do anything Hizashi said. If he said to jump into a pile of broken glass, if he told him to break his own arms, or throw himself out the window he would do it.

He would do anything just for him to keep looking at him like that. "Let me hear you, baby! You sound more erotic, more fucking h-hot, than any Porn star could ever hope to be an-and I want to hear it! Please let me hear it, baby, please, please! Please!"  

He clutched at Hizashi's hands fiercely, tight as he dared, when he felt the blonde grinding his hips slightly before pulling back just a bit before thrusting forward making a gasp fly out of him. He used the leverage of his feet and moved his own hips, pulling backwards before pushing forward to thump against the blonde's pelvis drawing a moan from the blonde as his hands squeezed his own.

He moved his hips again confidently, excitedly, drawing another sound from Hizashi only for it to melt into another moan that sounded far more throaty than the first and he shivered at the sound as he let his eyes shut. Concentrate, he needed to concentrate. He knew this position wasn't the best for moving as hard or fast as he could on his knees but he could still do both. He could still move as fast as he could, and he could still move as hard as he dared before his legs even thought of giving out.

He began moving his hips faster, his back sliding just a bit as he moved, and he loved the sound it was rewarded with as the blonde's hips began moving in time with Shouta. He shouted out wordlessly when Hizashi angled his hips just enough for his prostate to be hit, the pleasure that ripped up his spine was burning and left him feeling so hot that he wondered how the bed wasn't aflame yet.

He jerked his hips faster, aiming for a harder force that made Hizashi rock back just a bit before the blonde was growling at him thrusting just as hard into him and it had his legs shaking as he squeezed the hands in his.  He whimpered softly at that look on his husband's face coupled with the growling, incohesive little words that slipped out and he could feel the muscles straining his legs to keep pushing, to keep moving as he began meeting his husband's thrusts.

He was spinning, flying through the emotions and sensations raking beneath his feverish skin and Hizashi's hands in his own were the only thing keeping him grounded as he clung onto them. Clung and dug his nails lightly into the backs of them as Hizashi's thrusts began adopting a pounding rhythm that he responded to eagerly, meeting them just a harshly as they were delivered until he was crying out.

The sound was high, reedy and it made another rush of embarrassment burst through him at the sound until he heard Hizashi moaning out in the same high manner, a keening sound. If he knew, at any point, that watching porn with his husband would make the sex following it this fucking hot he would have done it a long time ago. He whined when Hizashi wiggled his hands away from his making fingers curl tightly to his palms in the absence and he then yelped when Hizashi was moving his hands down dragging his nails against his thighs making the muscles jump.

He trailed his hand upwards making the skin quiver under his touch, Shouta squirming as his panting breaths seemed to hitch and shudder in anticipation and he watched the hand traveling past his hip. His hips paused in their thrusting to jump up eagerly when Hizashi lifted his hand to drag the back of his fingers against his stomach before smirking at him.  The sound it pulled out of Shouta when his fingers finally, finally wrapped around his erection again was something he couldn't even place.

It was so much more than a cry but not quite a yell, nor a scream but maybe something in between? He wasn't sure but it was again high and louder before it deepened as Hizashi began stroking quickly in time with his thrusts making both men shudder at the sound as it choked off. It was hard to focus on anything, anything at all, outside of his husband's body moving desperately against his own and it was hard to hear anything besides the moans flying out of the blonde.

It was as if the moment he crawled on that bed, the moment he became fascinated with the pornos, the world had ceased to exist outside of their bedroom. He gasped for a breath, one that would help the strange spinning in his head, and it quickly came out as a loud moan leaving his lungs hungry for another proper breath, but he just couldn't manage it. His hips moved desperately, lustfully, in time with Hizashi's and it was all he could think about, all he could focus on.

In the moment it was all that mattered to him. He winced when Hizashi's moans began rising higher in pitch, his low groans sending shudders down his spine, and God if they weren't doing something to him. He hadn't been lying when he said Hizashi could make him feel better than any video could and the absolute smoldering, burning heat beneath his skin was testament to his words.

He whined when he felt his legs trembling lightly, as if growing tired, from the movements and he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. As if every throb his erection gave dragged him closer to the edge.  Did he say something about it? Should he say something? He hated the embarrassment that flooded him in bursts each time an overly lewd sound left his lips but loved the shuddering gasps it earned him from the blonde and the way he would get a few thrusts that were harder than the rest.

So hard that the sound of their skin meeting, slick and loud would become thunderous cracks from these thrusts and he wailed each time they were delivered. Now that his mind was aware, hyper focused in fact, on the orgasm that was building with an increasing pressure in his groin he was squirming against the sheets desperately as his hips worked to move faster, harder. Chasing the heat that he knew would rip through him, cresting and then making him shudder as it crashed around him.

He didn't want to hold it off, for once, and he didn't want to ignore it. He wanted to hunt down the orgasm building, desperate to jump off the edge, just because he knew he was too riled up. To desperate for his own good and he gritted his teeth for a moment before taking a breath that hissed down. He had to- He wanted to say- Where were his words to let Hizashi know that-! "Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Zashi, I ca-can't! I can't, can't, can't! It's too-! Everything is-! Yo-You're too much! Nnngh, I-I need-!"  

"I know! I know, b-baby! God, I fucking kn-know!" Hizashi was howling as his nails dug into Shouta's thigh as his other squeezed just enough to make Shouta wail out just as loud as his husband, his legs trembling as his knees shifted to press against Hizashi making his movements stutter.

He planted his feet again as he resumed his frantic, frenzied movements as Hizashi clawed at him when he jerked his hips forward, grinding roughly against Shouta dragging another loud sound from his throat as his hips instinctively ground back against him. "Ohhh my fucking god! Shouta! Wh-Why didn't we do this before? It's- Fuck! Fucking hell! Sho, Sho, I love you! Goddamn, you're so r-riled up from two little videos? Mmmm! Ahh, yessss! Yes!  Hell fucking yes, baby! Keep doing that! Nnngh! Like that, like that! Shit! I- Fuck me! Fuck me you're so fu-fucking good! I'm gonna-!"  

He heard the click of teeth as Hizashi tried to control his howls by shutting his mouth, his hips slamming against his own with such intensity he wondered if the blonde would be sore tomorrow and if that meant they wouldn't be doing something new. Well, no, not necessarily. Hip soreness never really stopped Hizashi before. He was writhing, his hands pressing against his eyes again as lashes trembled from how tightly they clenched shut.

Then he felt his foot slip making his hands slide up to press the heels of his palms to his forehead. He quickly tried to put his foot down again only for it to slide against the sheets again before he could get it to stay in place. He was close, dangerously close, and he was trembling at the thought. "Do it! Do it, please! Pl-Please! Please, please, Zashi! Nnngh, yes! Ha-Harder, harder, harder! Harder, Zashi! Fas-Faster! Ah! Mmmmnn, I love you to-too! Motherfu- Ohhhh ssshit! Shit! Shit! ! Zashi, I'm-!"  

He was howling just as loud as his husband when he felt the hand leave his throbbing erection making him wail loudly only to feel the hand slide down to his thigh and he was gasping as his legs were shoved upwards to his chest. It rendered him motionless and he moaned loudly, with that same Porn star lewdness to it, as Hizashi began delivering those pounding thrusts that he had come to love in the few times Hizashi had delivered them.

He was jerking his hips backwards harshly then slamming forward just as hard, the slapping of their skin ringing like shots as his thrusts had Shouta sliding just a bit with each one delivered. He could hear grunts leaving Hizashi each time his hips slammed forward, groans that rang out with such intensity he was sure it would vibrate even the heaviest object. Each slamming thrust hit and stimulated his prostate head on making his moan crest into a keening sound as his toes curled tightly, legs shaking in Hizashi's grasp.

He would have laughed at the sight of Hizashi's glasses flying off of his face any other time, any other day, but at the moment he couldn't, not when he didn't have the air for it. And even if he could laugh the air he did suck in was feeding into his moans and whimpers. He was on that edge, wavering and wobbling, his chest aching from the heaving movements and then-then-! He couldn't believe the scream that left his lips, shocked at the sound leaving him as it rang in the rooms rather thick and heady atmosphere making Hizashi whimper wildly.

His hands clawed and gripped at the sheets as his orgasm positively ripped through him, his body writhing as each throbbing twitch his erection gave rewarded it with a spurt of come that landed onto his stomach. His scream morphed into a scratchy, raspy moan as he trembled at the own loud shout that left his husband as his hips slammed forward once, twice and three more times before he was trembling against Shouta.  

His moan, which he thought had been ending, ripped out of him anew at each throb his husband's erection gave as he held himself tightly against Shouta. His gasping breaths had his head spinning and he feared for just one second that he might faint. It was too much, too much, too much! Everything was unbearably hot, steaming against his feverish skin, and he was shaking as his gasps sounded scratchy, sounded like they were scraping his throat raw, and he could hear similar sounds leaving his husband.

And then it was over. The erection inside of him was stilling, softening slightly as Hizashi's fingers dug into his thighs, his head bowing forward making a few sweat droplets fall onto Shouta's own sweaty skin as the stillness seemed to make itself known. As if it wouldn't be ignored now that all movement had stopped. He whimpered quietly feeling the strain in his throat, the ringing in his throbbing ears that his mind called into focus now that he was burning up, when Hizashi pulled his hips back slowly.

He shivered when he slid out then flopped down onto the bed next to Shouta making it bounce under his weight as they panted quickly, the black-haired man turning his head to look at Hizashi who seemed to have the same idea. His face was red, a deep crimson, sweaty and absolutely euphoric as a droplet of the sweat ran down his cheek and Shouta knew he wasn't any better. He then watched the smile, wide and so completely smugly satisfied, curl over Hizashi's lips making his mustache twitch with the movement.  

"S-So, thinking about that shitty table back in our shitty apartment really did it for you? Because of some dude getting fucked on a table in a porno?" Hizashi breathed out as he rolled onto his side reaching out to wrap his arm around Shouta's chest pulling him closer and he allowed himself to be tugged towards the blonde.

He wiggled closer as the amusement in Hizashi's voice made itself known and he shut his eyes as lips pressed to his sweaty forehead, feeling Hizashi wiggle before jerking a little grunt. Then a hand was pushing at the strands of hair clinging to his sweaty face softly, reverently, and stroking down the side of his face before the soft sound of fingers brushing over Shouta's stubble came audibly to both of them. Was Hizashi's voice always so muffled? So faint? Shit, did he do more damage to his ears than he thought?  

"Mmmm, not exactly. I-I guess the first video kind of fueled it though." Shouta whispered feeling a small stab of embarrassment in his chest but the euphoric satisfaction weaving inside of him blocked out the chance of it being felt intensely.

Then he turned his head to kiss Hizashi's throat, feeling the vibration of the hum he got in response beneath his lips, and he then pulled back feeling the corners of his lips twitch when Hizashi looked at him with wide eyes. He could actually see one hearing aid sticking out more than the other and it nearly made him cackle at the sight, but he held it down as he allowed a small smile to curl at the corners of his lips making those lashes flutter as his eyes opened as wide as they could possibly go.

"But I decided. On this stupid little challenge of yours."  

"And what's the verdict?" Hizashi asked with a breathless, hopeful tone as his eyes sparkled at him making him chuckle quietly, under his uneven breathing, and the blonde then blinked before cringing with curse as he rolled onto his back. "Give me a second, keep talking though!"

He then sat up, the bed bouncing lightly as he moved, and his legs spread awkwardly as he began pulling at the condom, grimacing a bit as he pulled it off carefully and tied it off making Shouta raise his brows at the tip of the condom. He never actually looked at a filled condom before and it had his cheeks flushing with a fresh blush, but he knew it would go unnoticed as his face was already so red without a doubt and he looked away when Hizashi's gaze flicked back to him.

"Well? I said keep talking, baby! I wanna hear what's going on in that coconut head of yours! Are you gonna tell me you wanna do it? Do you want to? Or do you not want to?"  

Shouta smiled at the blonde's babbling when Hizashi began to pat the sheets for his glasses, blinking again once he realized they weren't on his face, and he cursed under his breath again as he found them where they'd fallen next to Shouta's side. Well, technically they fell on his stomach first and then fell to the side but he hadn't been concentrating enough on that in the moment.

Hizashi lifted the frames up then slid them into place, reached up to nudge his hearing aid back into place and turned to look at him with such excitement that he looked just like a child at Christmas time eyeing a pile of presents. He felt his own stomach flutter with that airy sensation, or butterflies as Hizashi liked saying, and cleared his throat before speaking as he let his smile widen up at the hopeful blonde.

"I'll do it."

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NSFW warning, I put ** Before and after 🙂, there will be a vote at the end for what I am going to write next.

Shouta 

May, 23, 2076

I was going to Zashis, after finally being talked into it by an old friend. I stepped in and saw him preparing shots. He had graduated college to become an English teacher the day periviouse, and I assumed he was about to go to a party, “Yamada” I blurted out, shaking slightly, trying to talk myself out of this stupid idea. “Yes Sho-chan?” He leaned back of his counter, looking me up and down quiziccly “What are you doing” I was still shaking, and trying not to make eye contact, he didn't answer and instead asked me, “What's going on Shouta?” I sighed and took a shot out of his hand and drank it “I like a boy, and I need help.” It was a cop out response and I knew that much but I needed advice from my friend before I ruined everything. “Oh um, shit” He laughed and looked down, almost affected by it? I pushed that aside. I was too stressed to get my mind off the task at hand “Well Sho, just tell them the worst that can happen is that they say no.” He had dealt with rejection I would assume. I knew he asked Nemire out in High school, and is known as the hookup hero, so maybe he was right, but he doesn't know that I'm talking about him. “The worst is that i lose them for it” I look up at him leaning on his wall “I cant lose them permanently, not over a stupid emotion” He laughed again “Love isn't stupid Sho, just go up to them and say, i like you romantically and if you dont thats ok and if you do i would like to pursue it” He gave me a flash of a smile, a fake smile, yet it gave me enough confidence, “Yamada, i like you roma-” Before i could finish the cheesy line he had gave me, our lips were touching, i didn't even register him moving to me, yet he was kissing me. My eyes were wide looking at his face, feeling his lips, by the time he pulled away he was a blushing mess “Sorry, i wanted to say it first” I looked at him with a clear look of shock “Say what first?” “That i love you” The response was quick, but the gravity of those words was evident as ever, “Kiss me again” I  had my hands at my sides, blushing profusely, yet he obliged. It was calmer, I closed my eyes and leted into his touch. His hair was a bit over shoulder length and fell on my face as we kissed, his lips moved skillfully as we pulled each other closer. When we pulled away, my lips were red and a string of saliva still connected us, we looked at each other for a while until there was a knock at the door “Come in” Hizashi had yelled out and it got me out of my head, he was still holding me but i took a step away. Nem had come in and pulled Hizashi out to go party, he offered to stay but I refused and I walked to my apartment. 

Hizashi

July, 7th, 2076

Everything stayed painstakingly the same, what I mean by that is that the guy I have been in love with since i was 16, loves me back and i've only kissed him once! Well twice technically. I have been busy with my three jobs and unable to plan for us around this. But I am currently drunk out of my mind and it's 11:54 pm, and I'm standing outside of Shouta’s door. I knock and when he opens it I kiss him and push him against the wall inside his apartment. We stay like that for a while, breaths taken in between, he pulls away and cover my mouth and whisper shouts my name, it feels wonderful to hear and i lean against his hands “Zash what are you doing” I mumble something the take a breath and pull back, “I cant keep doing this Sho” He looks at me weird so i speak again “I don't want to rush this, but I love you Sho, i can't keep pretending like i don't, and now that i know that you love me back, I cant keep acting like were just friends.” I grab his hand and lean my face against it “Are you sure?” His question was loaded with doubt and fear. “Yes, more than ever” We kept kissing and watching a movie, I sobered up eventually and we cuddled on the couch. Me and him went on a date the next day and started dating officially August 2nd, 2076.

Hizashi

March 7, 2078

Me and Sho have been dating for well over a year and my life is perfect, were both teachers at UA we have a movie night every thursday and we live together in a small penthouse, it's the life i've always wanted, Nem is a bit pushy to Shouta though, it's about him still being a virgin and she says that we need to do it eventually. I don't mind contrary to popular belief, even Sho thinks I care and it is difficult to explain that I really don't. But has he been more romantic? I guess initiating physically more than normal, but i don't want to rush him at all, i was rushed into it at 16. Therefore I don't push it on anyone, especially not Sho. I close my notebook and get up to see Sho, it's a Thursday afternoon and he just got home from the gas station “Hey baby!” I got up and kissed him, grabbing the bags and sitting them on the counter. “How was work?” He flops on the couch and I walk over to him. “It was good, How was the patrol?” I kissed his forehead. “It was good Sho.” I started playing with his hair. “We're going to that party tonight right?” I ask and he groans heavily and nods, I laugh at his attitude and stand up “You need go get dressed then Sho” I tap his head and walk into the room to get dressed, i put on some black cargo pants and a tight black shirt with a white jacket and my hair braided in twin braids, She just through on some jeans and one of my graphic tees and we were off. I didn't drink and Sho had one cosmo. We basically just babysat Nem. I was driving the motorcycle so I didn't want to drink. Sho got on the back of the motorcycle about an hour into the party, and I said bye to everyone. “Took you long enough” I stepped next to him and laughed. “I'm sorry I have friends.” I took off my jacket and gave it to him, because he was shivering and I hopped on the bike. “Did you drink sho?” “No, well one cosmo but i'm not drunk” I nodded and started driving home. We were driving and he had a bad habit of falling asleep on the bike. I felt his grip losen, and I saw a gas station so I pulled over, he fell off and I laughed at him. “Yamada, it isn't funny.” I wiped a tear from my eyes “Be lucky i pulled over you could have fallen on the road” I laughed more and caught him grinding. I filled up on gas and got him some jelly drinks, and we were on our way. When we got home I took off my jacket and flopped on the couch. “Sleepy?” I nodded and pulled him close to me, we sat like that for a while and then he pulled my head up, “Zash” “Yes Sho?” I open my eyes and look at him, he leans in and starts to kiss me softly. The kiss becomes two then three until we're making out on the sofa. He had never initiated a make out session. 

**

“Wait Sho” I pulled back, I had somehow been pulled on top of him, he let go of my neck and landed on the couch with a sigh “What's that for?” I was confused by his attitude. “If you don't want to have sex with me you can say that Zash” I looked away “" It's not that” he sighed again “Then why do you keep stopping?” “I feel bad Sho, i've been with more people than I even remember, and your a virgin'' He sighed and looked at me with pent up emotion “Well i'm trying to not be a virgin'' I laugh and sigh “I want you to be sure your ready” he nodded “I am Zash'' I look down at him, it's not like i didn't want too, every part of me wanted to. But i didn't get a choice and maybe i'm projecting, my mind was racing so i took a deep breath “Are you sure?” He nodded and blushed and he leaned up closer to me. “I am.” I took another breath, this one a bit shaky and I kissed him. We stayed like that for a while until I picked him up and tossed him on the bed. I grabbed a lube that I had from before me and Sho started dating. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” He shook his head no and grabbed the lube from me “What is this?” “Lubricant” He blushed more and handed it back to me without looking me in the eyes. “Do you want to use it?” I rubbed the back of my neck, i didn't think i would have to ask but then again he didn't know much. “What does it do?” I looked down and laughed “it makes it easier for” I took a pause “Insertion” he was satisfied with that and agreed we could use it, he sat on the bed and i pushed him down and started kissing him. I threw my shirt across the room and grabbed his shirt to pull it off, when we had our shirts off he took a breather and traced lines on my chest, I let out a shuttered breath before kissing him more. We slipped our pants off and I began to tease his body, earing gasps and groans, I began kissing his neck and upper chest, listening to his sounds and his heartbeat. When we were both fully naked we took a breather and he looked down at my body trying not to make eye contact. He blushed heavily as I grabbed the lube and started to trace his hole. He gasped and buckled into my touch. I teased him for a bit before slipping in, he screamed and i stopped half way allowing him to adjust before i went in fully, then once i was i gave him a moment to adjust before moving. I thrusted evenly and calmly in the beginning, getting sloppy and loud quickly. I tried to keep my quirk under control and did a good job for the most part, Shouta was lounder anyway. When I finished he was half asleep and mumbling random things, I went to pull out and he gasped and held me tight.

**

 “Sho i’m not going anywhere” He groaned and held me tight still, i rolled to my side and pulled out receiving a gasp, he curled up closely lightly clawing at my chest. I leaned down to his ear and whispered “Sho are you ok?” He nodded and opened his eyes to look at me “You were so good Sho, your body reacted to me perfectly. Your amazing” He blushed and smiled “Thank you Zash '' He was super tired so i got up and grabbed us each a bottle of water, he chugged his and i cleaned him with a wet washcloth.

Shouta

March, 8th, 2078

I had sex the night previous, for the first time, with the love of my life. It felt amazing the sounds he made were addictive, and I was loud. Like extremely loud it was so embarrassing. He cleaned me after and got me water then cuddled me and told me how good I was, he also did this while he leaned next to me and while moaning would say how good I was, and felt. I've never been more happy in my life, this is what it's supposed to be like. When i woke up i was sore though and couldn't walk, he helped me sit up in bed and made me waffles and fried chicken, it sounded weird but was pretty good. He said it was an American dish, and that made more sense as to why it was weird. He called me out of work and patrol, he called himself out of work and patrol but still had the radio show tonight. This was perfect. 

Hizashi

September, 23, 2078

I was shaking like crazy on my walk home from the radio shack. I picked up the important piece for my plan for tomorrow, Shouta had no idea, but I called us out of everything. I booked a fancy restaurant and set up the perfect wine picnic place next to the ocean covered in plants, who were still green while the trees just started turning colors. It had to be tomorrow, It was perfect. I walked in the door “Honey i'm home!” “Hey Zash” He yelled from the kitchen and I came in to see him making udon for dinner. “Something smells good” I wrapped around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder “Is it me or the udon?” I pretended to sniff him, “definitely the udon.” He elbowed me in the side and I moved back laughing. I sat down as he made our plates, I ate and we talked about our days. He had just got home from patrol and we were about to go to UA, or so he thought. It was about 4am, and my plans started at 10am, at our breakfast dinner. “So I called us out of work today” I said, slurping my udon. “What? Why is this the first I hear about this” I laugh “I planned a surprise” He sighs loudly “Be lucky I love you Yamada” I laugh, he finishes before me and kisses me before heading to the bedroom. I let out a sigh and started to shake again, I grabbed a glass of whiskey and listened to music as I ate to calm my nerves. I walk into the bedroom and head to bed next to him. 

September, 23, 2078

I woke him up at 9:45 and we got dressed. I made him wear something nice. I wore dress pants and a white colored dress shirt with a black sweater over it. My sweater had white and black cat on it and it was Sho’s favorite. We ate at the cafe then walked around the park and a few stores. It was 4pm before we knew it and we headed to the restaurant. We took our seats at the top floor balcony, and I ordered a giant bouquet of roses. They were delivered by the restaurant and I got the steak with california roll sushi and salmon. “So, did I out myself?” Shouta laughed and shook his head “Definitely, how much did this cost?” I laughed and shook my head “The next surprise is worth more than everything else on its own '' I took a sip of my wine as Shouta looked stunned. We laughed and talked like normal but I could tell Shouta was a bit uncomfortable. I grabbed his hand and asked if he wanted to leave earlier. That was the main factor in us going to shops we always went to before this, and why were we alone on the balcony so he wouldn't be too stressed. He said it was ok but I ordered dessert to go anyway, and paid. We arrived at the spot and he saw the ice bucket of wine with the blanket already laid out, his favorite snacks were sitting over there along with desert from the restaurant. I ran up the hill with him and when we reached the top the view was amazing. “Sho, record the view” I turned him to where his back was facing me, and told him to do a complete circle “Be slow Sho” “I know Zash'' I got on my knees and started recording on my phone to catch his reaction I put it in my pocket still facing him and grabbed the ring. I got on one knee and waited. He finally finished the circle “Zash where-'' He glanced down and covered his mouth with a gasp “Yamada” “Shouta” “Stop this can't be re-'' He started to let tears slip and his breath was shaky “Shouta'' He keep shaking his head in disbelief “Aizawa Shouta, i have never loved anyone the way i love you. You are my person, my home my perfect, I would do anything for you, anything to see that smile. I promise to continue to do everything for as long as we live, Shouta, Will you marry me?” There was a slight pause before he said yes, barely above a whisper and fell on me hugging me tight, we both fell on the ground laughing, crying, kissing, hugging, and loving. 

Shouta

September, 23, 2078 

I was woken up at 9:45 and we got dressed. Zash had planned a date, and insisted I wear something nice. I put on new jeans and one of his tee shirts, I also added some bracelets to the look. He took me to our favorite cafe and to various stores, we hung around town til about noon, then went to a park. It was 4pm before we knew it and we headed to the restaurant. He had booked a balcony and it was extremely expensive,and if that wasn't enough he bought me a giant bouquet of flowers. I ordered salmon and dragon sushi rolls. “So, did I out myself?” He asked and I laughed before responding, “Definitely, how much did this cost?” He laughed and shook his head “The next surprise is worth more than everything else on its own” I gasped and looked at him with shock, I could barely gauge how much this was? And there was more! We laughed and talked like normal but I was a bit uncomfortable, from the expensive place and day. He grabbed my hand and asked if I wanted to leave earlier. I said it was ok but he ordered dessert to go anyway, and paid. We arrived at the third spot and I saw the ice bucket of wine with the blanket already laid out. My favorite snacks were sitting over there along with dessert from the restaurant. He  ran up the hill with me and when we reached the top the view was amazing. “Sho, record the view” I nodded and turned to where my  back was facing him, and he  told me to do a complete circle “Be slow Sho” “I know Zash'' I turned and started recording on my phone. When I finally finished the circle, i couldn't see him “Zash where-'' I glanced down and covered my mouth with a gasp “Yamada” “Shouta” “Stop this can't be re-'' I started to let tears slip and my breath was shaky “Shouta'' I was shaking his head in disbelief “Aizawa Shouta, i have never loved anyone the way i love you. You are my person, my home my perfect, I would do anything for you, anything to see that smile. I promise to continue to do everything for as long as we live, Shouta, Will you marry me?” There was a slight pause before I said yes, barely above a whisper and I jumped on him hugging him tight, we both fell on the ground laughing, crying, kissing, hugging, and loving. 

Wedding- Yamada + Aizawa

May 6 2079

The wedding was in a resort next to a river and covered in trees and vegetation. The trees in question were cherry blossom trees, and in full bloom. The wedding had a gold, black and white theme, Sho was in a black suit and Zashwas in a white suit, despite begging to get the black suit. We ended up rock paper scissors over it and Zash lost. None of Shutas family would attend, everyone on his dad's side was dead and everyone on his moms side disowned his mom and him, Zash had his mom, sister, and niece, but no dad. They invited Nem and a few other friends from highschool, and Oboros family.  It was a small wedding but it was perfect, Yamada wanted big wedding decorations so he was the one decorating, while Sho was making sure the budget and food were perfect. The ring bearer was Oboros brother, they stayed in contact with his parents and were invited to family events at times. The flower girl was Yamadas niece, she was 3, because Yoko Yamada had a baby girl at 17. She lived a bit away in an apartment but Yamada tried to be the best uncle, sending her gifts and taking her on uncle niece dates, seeing as her father was about just as good as Yamadas he had to step up to be there.

The reception was calm and very sweet. They had their first dance then Yamada danced with his mom, then Shouta danced with his mother in law. It was perfect and they went to America for a honeymoon, specifically California.

                                      The End 

So!! I hope you enjoyed it and I hope it's good! It's my first time writing NSFW so I know it's not the best. But this is how their life is. I also have head cannons and short stories if you're interested and plan to post those every week or so. I have written a few posts below if you want to check it out. 

         Head Cannons

Yamada is very big on protecting his niece

Aizawa’s mom left her family for his dad who was mentally, physically, and sexually abusive

Yamada cares more about people then himself and was very worried about pushing Shouta because he knows about his past

Shouta has a praise kink

Shouta cant cook but can make drinks very well (Boba, smoothies, Jelly drinks, ect.)

Hizashi has ADHD, Autism, and Anxiety

Shouta has PTSD, ADD, and Anxiety 

Sho is very secretive about his life in the bedroom but is a gay bottom

Hizashi talks to trusted people about stuff in the bedroom but is a pan top

Hizashis mom blamed him for his dad leaving so their not too close

They over work themselves and will only take days off for each other

Shouta tried to end his life 6 days after Oboro died and Hizashi stopped him, afterwards Zash went to a party and lost his virginity due to being super drunk

There first date was a cat cafe

They still celebrate their dating anniversary and their wedding one

Ok that's all for now folks!!!!!

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[set-forth-a-dream]

Thanks @ko-konutty for showing interest! This one is just for you!

Here’s the Song bird baby! (Not sure on a name just yet.)

He’s got a combination of his father’s quirks fierce wings and voice. Like Hizashi his voice just so happen to be his quirk. Good thing both his papas have very good headphones to cushion their ear drums. (Though ‘Zashi’s ears may already be numb to the volumes that he reaches himself. Who knows!?) in any case pacifiers, regular feedings, and a sound proofed room helps any neighbors who may have to live around. He’s called a number of pet names from his dads like ‘little nugget.’ ‘Humming bird’ and of course ‘Song Bird’.

(Fun fact: I used ‘wheel of names’ and put in a list of both Keigo’s and Hizashi’s. Features to really randomly pick which of their genes shines through! Funny enough it worked out almost scientificly; as Hawks with the darker colors in hair and eyes took dominance over Hizashi’s bright yellow hair and green (or if manga red) eyes. SO, he has Feather Dad’s color hair and eyes! As well as the signature eye markings. However he got Hizashi’s mouth and smile as well as straight hair and eyebrows. He got very lucky taking on both their quirks! He looks like and can sound like an Angel. Or screaming demon, don’t get on his bad side.)

As he ages up past his toddler years and into being a kid he’s got a fun and funky personality. He LIVES for music. Just like DJ Dad. There isn’t a country he hasn’t listened to every genera! In which he started learning other languages through song. Keigo of course taught him how to fly. And now the best thing in the world is flying with a good song on! Also he loves to collect sew on patches and add them to his jacket. When that jacket fills up it’s time to start on a new one! Also he’s the coolest kid at school because both his daddies are pro heroes! He’s so proud of them.

(On a side note Keigo was externally nervous if not down right terrified to be a father. He even went as far as avoiding Hizashi for weeks if not a whole month. Oh Shouta was super pissed! As a good friend would be! But Hizashi talked it out with his love bird. Keigo just had no idea how to parent, afraid he might become his parents. Hizashi made sure to convince him everything will be fine.)

That being said as the kid got into his early teens and high school years he began to show some emotional change. (As teens do.) Just that spark of light seemed to dim down. Truth is, neither of his parents did much change to their schedule so as before they were always working. They have a family group chat where they keep each other informed, let him know he’ll be alone for dinner but there’s always food or money to buy something. As an only child, he just kind of misses being the center of their world and getting all the attention. They actually get into arguments for a while during this time in his life. More with Keigo than Hizashi. I think it’s because he wants his attention just a little more. He and ‘Zashi in a loud argument is dangerous should either of them get carried away and raise their voice. Though Hizashi has near perfect control, his son is still working on it.

He spends a lot of time with Uncle Sho. And no, he actually doesn’t want to be a hero. Neither of his dads are disappointed or angry about it. They fully support his decisions and interests. Though he isn’t getting 100% of their attention they do still love him and let him know that.

Now he’s in his early adult years, graduating from school! It seems he found his spark again. He’s decided to follow his passion in music. He started off with just a channel on YouTube making funny little mixes out of random sounds and meme songs. DJ dad has a whole in home studio so everything he needs is already there. Oh yeah, and he totally wears his dad’s merch! Because why wouldn’t you??? Sometimes they’ll collaborate on music together. With a range of vocal talent and playing multiple instruments he’s really a one man band!

Now I’m his late 20s or early 30s we see him sporting his ability to grow out his facial hair. Just like his dad’s beard and mustache and long hair. He quickly became an idol! Feather dad was his open door to the modeling world. So when he isn’t on stage wooing the audience with his voice: multilingual sweet nothings into the crowd while he serenades them on any and every instrument. He’s posing for the camera looking too hot to handle but too sweet to put down! He’s quite the punk and got piercings in his tongue, brow, and ears. But he doesn’t wear them all the time. It all depends on the mood and look yo! He speaks Japanese (of course) English, Italian, Korean, and Chinese (so far.) and yes he does still like to collect patches for his jackets. It’s an ongoing hobby, they end up selling for a lot; but his dads are keeping his little patch covered jackets.

And that’s all I have of him for now! Maybe some day I’ll color him! And name him.

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 6

Warnings: More mentions of child neglect and muzzling :( Word count: 2532

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing (this chapter it's Mic signing in the beginning) Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 5 | Volt 7

After six months, Tsukare deemed Yamada 'Pops' and Aizawa 'Dad'. They were both huge milestones for the parents. The second one was seeing him off for his first day of his fifth year of elementary school. If Yamada cried then he wouldn't admit it, he was proud. He was so proud and happy with his small family.

The next step they finally took at their sons pace, was therapy. Once a week after school, he's scheduled for psychiatry with Recovery Girl. Even though she isn't the guidance counselor, Tsukare voiced that Hound Dog's sheer size initially startled him. Plus, he bonded with the tiny, sweet, old nurse and nobody wanted to take that away.

Shortly after, he started training his quirk with his dad's, finally feeling a little more comfortable to try and do so. They watched as he grew and excelled, starting to thrive in his home.

Then they met Shinsou Hitoshi. A small, purple haired kid with matching eyes who looked exhausted. Yamada was the one to find a child during patrol this time, noting how the child resembled his husband to a large degree, and now realizing a common theme. His booming heart stuttered and fell quiet when he noticed peculiar bruising on his face, much like he got as a child.

"Hey little listener, you okay?" Shinsou ducked his head down and kept walking, quicker this time, so Mic decided to take a shot in the dark as he ran in front of him.

Do you know sign?

The boys eyes widened in shock, not expecting a pro hero of all people to be able to sign. He simply nodded, still processing this fact.

Are you okay? You're a little bruised up, can I take you home?

With a pregnant pause, Yamada knew what the answer was going to be.

You don't have anywhere to go, do you?

The boy shook his head and went to side step, but the hero was faster.

What's your name?

My name is Shinsou Hitoshi.

Where are you staying right now?

Doesn't matter.

Did you runaway?

No, and it doesn't matter.

Why do you say that?

Because nobody wants a kid with a villains quirk, so can I go now?

Can you show me where you're staying so I know you're safe?

Will you leave me be if I do?

Maybe.

Fine, let's go then.

Taking it as a victory, Mic happily followed Shinsou a few blocks down.

Happy?

Mic was not happy. It was still getting cold out, the morning frosts still sticking and the cold nights barely starting to fade. And here this boy was, sleeping in a box with about five blankets in an alleyways back corner.

What happened to your family?

They threw me out, okay? Nobody wants a kid with a villain quirk. They weren't even my real parents. They were my sixth set of foster parents.

This kid was starting to remind him a lot of his husband now.

I'm a foster parent, my husband and I are, we're getting ready to legally adopt our current foster son. Would you at least like to stay the night? It's supposed to get really cold. Plus we have cats.

Fine. But only because you have cats.

Yep, definitely a carbon copy of his husband. Yet Tsukare was bordering on a carbon copy of himself so he couldn't say much.

Okay. I'm going to run home, talk to my husband and our son and make sure they're comfortable. Then I'll be back but I don't think they'll have any issues. Just hang tight.

With a singular nod, Hizashi speed walked back to his home and called his husband in the process.

"'Zashi is everything okay? You never call me on patrol."

"Sho, do you remember what you asked me six and a half months ago when you called me randomly on a night patrol?" His husband already knew where this was going, that was the last time he ever called his husband on patrol.

"Of course I do."

"I'm asking you the same thing right now, would you be okay if I brought a kid home? He's a tiny you Shouta!" Aizawa glanced over his shoulder to look at his son doing his homework in the kitchen. "Shouta, I have the same feeling in my gut that we did with Onryo. He feels like he should be our kid, too." The dark haired man let out a breath through his nose, more concerned with how their son might handle this adjustment. He finally started letting himself talk more freely and has finally started raising his hand in class.

"We have to go over it with Onryo first."

"I know! That's why I'm swinging home now and potentially going back to get him! I'm about to walk through the door!" Maybe he was jogging more then he was walking.

"Hi Pops!" The blond smiled and ruffled his sons wild hair, until his look turned confused. "You're home early from patrol, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, little listener. We actually wanted to talk to you about something real quick." Onryo hesitantly nodded, trying to think of what he possibly could have done wrong to warrant a serious conversation but he couldn't think of anything. His room was clean like normal, he has good grades and is actively doing his homework. "You didn't do anything wrong, just wanted to run something by you. Alright?" The child looked more relaxed and followed his dad's over to the couch. "I met a kid on patrol today, and when I met him I got that same feeling in my gut that Sho and I have about you, like he should be apart of our family. I was hoping he could stay the night, if that's alright with you." He nodded and got a sad look in his eye but did his best to mask it. "What's going through your brain, kiddo?"

"Am I.. going back?" The two looked concerned at how wrongly he interpreted that.

"No, not at all. Onryo, your Pops and I love you, you're our son. We aren't replacing or getting rid of you. Not now and not ever." A weight had been taken off of the almost nine year olds shoulders, the small bit of reassurance doing wonders.

"Then, I'm okay with having a brother. It just might take some time to get used to." They were both immensely proud of their son, knowing how much he despised change yet he was open for this one.

"Okay, I love you both, I have to go grab the kid! I'll be back! Shouta make sure we have ice cream!" The last sentence struck a chord of concern in the two left home, watching as the loud blond ran off.

"Do you think.."

"I hope not. But we'll see when they get here." However, they both silently knew why Mic would request ice cream for the kid.

"Alright! I'm back! You ready to rock 'n' roll?" The purple haired boy looked at the pro hero in shock. He actually came back. Shinsou started packing his things, surprising Mic with his many hidden places in the alleyway. "Alright, let's head out. Ice cream's waiting for you, it helps with your tongue after they put it on you." Shinsou's head shot towards the blond, shocked that he knew what the bruises were from but had also experienced it.

It was a silent walk, which Shinsou was more then happy with. When they walked in, Shinsou awkwardly stood to the side instead of stepping forward further.

"Alright, this is Shinsou Hitoshi, he's staying the night with us. Shinsou, this is our son, Tsukare Onryo. And this is my husband, Aizawa Shouta. And we all know sign language here so you can talk however you feel comfortable." The sleep deprived kid stood in shock again, not expecting to see one of his all time favorite pro heroes sitting in the kitchen.

You're Eraserhead.

"You actually know who I am?" Shinsou nodded quickly, still taking in everything. He took note of a boy, a smidge shorter than himself, sitting next to his dad, his leg bouncing rapidly as his fingers fiddled with a fidget. "That's a first." A small, anxiously waved hand caught his attention.

I think Pops already told you, but we have ice cream. It actually helps a lot more then you'd think. Tsukare signed hesitantly.

His thin eyebrows furrowed, confused as to how a second person in the house and a kid at that, also understood. Slowly, he sat on the stool, setting his bags at his feet protectively.

"Okay, so we wanted to go over something with you Shinsou. We only really have one rule of the house and that's honesty. Just be honest with us, and if you don't want to talk about something then tell us that and we'll save it for a later time. Onryo only has one rule for his room." The purple haired boy turned to topaz haired kid curiously.

I have some special things on my nightstand, please don't touch them. They're really important to me and I don't even let Dad and Pops touch them.

Odd request for Shinsou to hear but he shrugged it off and nodded. Yet he couldn't help that confused feeling. All of his other houses had so many rules and chores and punishments.

Anything else I should know?

"We're thinking about fostering you as well, however it's also a decision for you to make. If you don't want to stay here, then we won't force a foster home for you, all we want is for you to be safe as well. In the chance we do foster you, then the rules go up by one. Just keep your room clean, we already told Onryo but as you two get older then more responsibilities come, like doing your own laundry or loading the dishwasher." Shinsou sent Aizawa a crazed look, perplexed that those were the only rules. "Do you have any questions for us?"

And so the standard questions and curiosities ensued, most of them the same or similar to Tsukare's on his first night, except the eight year old wasn't expecting to get questions too.

So why don't you talk?

I don't want to accidentally use my quirk on you. Still working on controlling it. Why don't you talk?

Same reason I guess. I got a villains quirk so I try not to.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your quirk?" Shinsou took his last bite of ice cream, spinning the spoon in his mouth to bide time from his role models question.

Brainwashing. If someone answers me, I can control them.

"Shinsou, no quirk is naturally villainous. It depends on how a person uses it that makes it that way. Mine was and could still be interpreted that way with that logic, but I realized that in high school." Shinsou stared at him with wide eyes, not expecting that from his favorite hero. "It takes some time to digest and really understand, but I promise you that it's not a villainous quirk." All the purple haired boy could do was nod before turning back to the smaller kid.

So what's your quirk?

I call it sound wave, I can control how loud a person hears me if I look at them while I talk. It won't affect anyone I'm not looking at, so if I used it on you, it could burst your eardrums but to Dad and Pops, it would just sound like I'm talking normally.

Neat, so it's Mic's quirk but on a select scale.

Tsukare nodded, attacking his fidget cube more intently.

I have a question for all of you. You both made the ice cream comment, and said it helps with it. Did someone put those things on you two?

Mic looked at his son for permission, accepting the nod before speaking. He didn't want to say too much and make him uncomfortable.

"We both grew up in foster care, we actually grew up in the same center. They'd put the muzzles on us if we 'stepped out of line' with our quirks." Shinsou nodded slowly, reevaluating his outlook on life silently. Truly he was worried about the small kid next to him, his eyes bounced from every object and back, his hands and leg unrelenting and he looked nervous almost.

"Sunshine?" The blond hummed as he looked at his husband who nodded his head towards their son. His eyes widened as he realized he forgot to give their son his meds this morning since they were running late for school.

"Little listener?" He looked at his Pops with wide eyes, confused at the querying tone. "Did you visit Miss Hina today?" Tsukare became lost in thought, an answer enough for his dads. "Alright, better late then never. Get over here you little rascal." He ruffled his sons hair, pleased that he at least laughed before he got down.

Shinsou watched confused as Aizawa grabbed a glass of water and three pill bottles from the top cabinet. All different sizes and colors. His confusion growing more as he watched this kid down them all at once.

"If you want to ask him you can. There's no harm in asking questions." He looked at Mic with wide eyes before turning back towards Tsukare.

What were all those for?

Tsukare looked at his dad cautiously, not knowing if it was okay to tell people. He had never been asked that before, so it was new ground for him.

"You can tell who you want to, it's up to you." He nodded shakily, thinking things through in his head before signing.

Ones a magnesium supplement to help with anxiety, the other one is actually for anxiety and the other one is for ADHD.

How old are you?

I'm eight. How old are you?

Eight. I turn nine this summer.

I turn nine in October.

Did you learn how to sign because of your quirk?

Kind of. What about you?

Pretty much, yeah.

Do you like cats?

I love cats.

Who's your favorite hero?

Your dad.

Really?

Yeah. He's why I want to be an underground hero. He fights quirkless pretty much and doesn't get a lot of attention while fighting villains. Plus he has a mental quirk.

I want to be a hero because of Pops! We both have sound quirks and he was always my favorite. A lot of people like All Might but I don't care for him all too much.

All Might's weird. He's loud and in the spotlight too much for my taste.

Do you want to go meet the cats and see the house?

Sure.

The two got up quickly, the parents worries completely washed away for now. Aizawa couldn't stop the smirk on his face, he knew exactly what his husband meant now. The two of them just felt like they were made to be brothers and their children.

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Part 6, let's jump right into it.

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Turns out, Sunoboi could actually float, or very least defy gravity.

Shoto had found out by walking into his room to help him set up the flow in dark stickers only to find him sitting on the ceiling and already trying to set them up.

Check that off on another quirk to the ever growing list, they really need to set up a time to get the boy a quirk assessment test and soon, at least to figure out how this keeps happening. They also need to set things up so he joins Eri on lessons again with Nezu.

There were so many tasks to be done and trying to rework the schedule to help meet them, it will be a chaotic time for the family but a sort of welcome one, at least they won't be bored.

Both Shoto and Yamada were so busy they completely forgot that Shinso was coming over to babysit Eri on Saturday. Sunoboi had come home on a Monday and with them focused on helping him feel safe within the new environment they hadn't reambered to tell their nephew.

It was Shoto who was related as cousins to the Hitoshi family, but they treated him more like a son and brother, making himself to be an uncle to Shinso. So it was safe to say when a spot opened up in class 1A Shoto told his nephew about it, only because he knew how hard he was working to be part of the hero course and no other motivation, no sir. And he wasn't making Shinso do odd work or babysit to cover up the fact Aizawa was doing 1 on 1 training. Nope, no favorites in this house.

When there was knocks on the door only then did both Aizawa and Yamada reamber what today was.

Shoto went to the door to let the purple haired teen in, noticing Mitsu clinging to Eri while almost staring a hole into the door as it was opened.

"Hey there uncle Shoto, heard you got a new adoptee, surprised you haven't sent me any pic-" Shinso stopped as he walked in and saw both Eri and Suni who was still clinging to her while letting out low growling noise or trying to.

Eri quickly nuzzled into her brother and calmed him down.

"It's okay Suni, that's our cousin Shinso, he's family!" Hearing that the whitelet soft of calmed down but kept his green glowing eyes on the teen.

This well definitely be interesting.

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Shinso had expected Aizawa and Yamada had adopted another cat, not a whole new kid! Like come on tell a guy.

Looking over the new kid it was a bit hard to pick out what to call them, they were the same size as Eri, snowy white hair, wearing a cat hoodie with a bad pun on it and a purple skirt.

Stepping up Aizawa took the lead. "Shinso meet Sunoboi Mitsu, our new son."

Oh, oh! So this was the Mitsu that Eri had told him about last weekend.

Sunoboi Mitsu... he bet Hizashi came up with that name, he was so going to tease him about it during dinner.

"Well um it nice to meet you Sunoboi." Shinso kneeled down to get to the kids height, offering out his hand.

Suni moved very slowly as he moved to shake his hand, once he was far enough from Eri the teen noticed the medical scar on the boys neck, explaining why there wasn't much noise being made.

Hizashi was the next to move over, ruffling Sunoboi's hair and pulling Shinso into a hug.

"It's super awesome to see you! Sorry about not telling you about our boy sooner, we were trying to settling him in first."

"It's alright uncle Zashi, just warn a guy next time you know."

From there everyone was slowly getting comfortable in the early morning.

There wasn't much to do since uncle Sho and Zashi were staying in to make sure Sunoboi stayed okay with Shinso's presents, and over time the kid was warming up to him.

It wasn't until him, Eri, and Suni was watching the show Crystal Cats did things really hit off since Shinso was able to reinact some of the scenes like an actor. Both kids were really loving the show and after it was done both tried to mimic the magical girl transformation. It was really adorable.

Yet seeing Sunoboi try the transformation and nothing happening ge could see the kid looking a little down.

To fix that Shinso quickly grabbed some cat ear headbands and makeup. Placing one of each on all three of them and drawing cat whiskers on their faces, he even put on a left over tuto.

Standing like a dramatic Allmight Shinso cleared his throat.

"Ahem... we the magical crystal cats are here to save the day, prepare yourself to be amazed by a glittering fur and dancing!" With that he did a small twirl.

Both kids laughed and mimicked him, trying to do the same dance moves and spins.

They contuined to play pretend and a few vedio games on his phone for the whole day until they fell asleep for a late afternoon nap.

Shinso wouldn't find out about the secert picture of him passed out with Eri on his chest and Sunoboi softly clinging to his hair.

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Today was finally park day and Danny was excited.

With being healed up most of the way for a while now, and he desperately needed to move around and blow off some steam.

Sure spending his recovering time bonding with a new family, reading and writing lessons, drawing, and watching new shows but now was the time to use his energy towards physical fun instead of mind building.

And so far it's been going good too.

Sho and Hiza made sure to stay close while he and Eri went off to play with some other kids.

Turns out Danny wasn't the only one who had trouble with useing vocal words. Some of the kids they were playing with had their own disabilities, one boy with ram horns was deaf, another a girl couldn't really speak because her quirk was able to echo back twice as powerful. Another kid had a quirk that made him have four arms but he lost one, leaving only three.

The only thing that surprised Danny was that superpowers were called Quirks but he rolled with it.

The group of kids he and Eri were hanging with mostly played random games or played around the park. Danny still liked the swings but took turns on it so everyone had a chance.

Danny and Eri were in the middle of trying to build a small stick house when something caught her eye.

Smiling brightly Eri called out to a passing group; a boy with fluffy green hair, another with red and white, one with blue, and finally a girl with brown hair.

Quickly taking Danny's hand Eri rushed them over as the teenagers smiled back joyfully.

"Eri-chan is so good to see you, who's your friend there?" The green haired teen bent down, his smile almost shining.

"HI Deku-kun! This is my new brother Sunoboi Mitsu!" Eri said proudly as Danny shyly clung to her side studying each teenager.

The green haired boy, Deku? Had a surprised look on his face as he let out a sort if 'huh?' Noise. Danny's mind went stright to thinking Deku sort of looked like a shrub more then a broccoli that Eri told him about.

Glancing at the rest his mind was already making up Nicknames for them, mostly just to reamber them for later.

Blueberry and Hazelnuts was the next teens nicknames, and since he was naming people off by hair he was calling ghe one with white and red haired peppermint.

(Danny's favorite candy was peppermint but he will never admit it)

As Danny was spacing out he hadn't noticed he'd gotten into a staring contest with peppermint, only to be shaken out of it by Eri tugging at his arm.

"Suni? This is Deku-kun and his friends, they're training to be heros like dad and papa. Though I'm pretty sure Deku is already a full on hero."

Danny nodded softly as he tries to think of a way to greet them, he tried to go for a handshake but in his nervousness he went ended up petting deku shrubs hair... it felt soft as heck, like smooth grass, making Danny pet it more.

Eri giggled while Deku was trying not to be overloaded by the cuteness of the action.

"I guess he found his way of greeting people~ so far he's only ever done that to one's he likes." Eri points out which makes Deku smiling brighter.

Next to greet him was Hazelnut who also got down to his height. "Hello there, I'm Uraraka, it's very nice to meet you Mitsu~"

Deciding to roll with it he freed up his second hand and petted her head too, only fir a moment through.

She joined in the smiles as the next to introduce themselves as well, with only peppermint boy asking for a head pat too, Blueberry held off for now.

Finally reambering his note pad Danny quickly wrote out a quick question, his writing still a bit squiggly though.

He asked; 'how you know?'

Eri looked down to her feet before deciding to answer.

"I know Deku-kun because he and Togata senpai saved me from a really bad man.., I.. I don't want to really talk much about it but the bad man hurt me by taking me apart, if it wasn’t for Deku and his friends I would still be with him... that's why, that why I'm grateful for everyday I get to be free and live with dad and papa, to be able to make friends. And guess what? I'm glad to have you as my new brother too!"

Eri's words struck his core. She had been through a similar hell he had gone through, she had been badly hurt, but she smiled on, she showed happiness even when talking about a sad topic.

Trying not to cry or think about the bad people he escaped from he clung more to Eri, trying to give her some kind of comfort, trying to say she wasn't alone.. but the words wouldn't leave his throat, it still stung and felt hollow, he could barely mange out a soft whine.

From there things got a bit blurry and dulled. Danny didn't fully reambering the teens leave, all he did know was he was not letting anyone else get close to his sister unless she said it was okay.

By the time they were heading home Danny felt tired, emotionally that is, he felt numb but still tried to seek out soft comforts before being laid into bed.

He manged to get Sho to read him a story about a mermaid finding her way home before he drift off into an uneasy sleep.

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Danny's mind was combining his memories together, causing it to be plagued with nightmares.

With trembling limbs he shoves a blurr of white and black into a neon green vortex. Muffled cries and shouts echo out as his claws lashed out around him until the room was suffocated with darkness. Chucks of metal and wires dug in like ropes and knives as blasts of green burns him into true darkness.

Static flowed through his body as white now blinded him. Shadows danced in his vision as they gorged themselves on his organs and the wires that were choking him. His body being thrown against hot steal, toxic green squiggles and lines danced in his mind as two figures broke through the blinding light and shadows.

A man and woman float smoothly towards him, one a bright organ flame, another a smoldering blue. Reaching his hands out he tries to call out to them, but before a word could be spoken both reached their hands out, only to lash and shoot at him until he was made out of the same neon portal.

Soft sobs escaped his mouth as he felt like he was suffocating, sharp electricity coresing through his throat as he sunk into the doorway.

Only for everything to start again.

And again.

AND AGAIN.

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Hizashi had woken up late in the night, his throat begging for water.

As he was returning from the kitchen with his fresh drink his ears picked up light sobbing noise coming from Sunoboi's room.

Peeking inside he saw the young boy tossing in bed as he was crying in his sleep, fighting off invisible attackers as he kicks his blankets and pillows off the bed.

Seeing his child in such distressed Zashi placed his cup down and gently woke up Suni.

The scared boy jolted upward letting out a straggled sob as he looked around widely, obviously in a middle of a panic attack. Grabbing the dog plushie he gently placed it in his son's hands, causing his glowing eyes jolt towards him.

Finally seeing a friendly face Suni slowly calmed down but kept weeping as he hung onto Hizashi for dear life.

Cradling his boy softly he went and grabbed a second cup and offered it to him. Once both were properly hydrated Yama stroked Mitsu's hair softly as he started to talk softly.

"Had a bad dream?" Suni nods.

"Well I know those can be distressing, through when we take time to process what made them so scary it can be a step forward to healing. Cuz guess what my little buddy, I get bad dreams too, yet I find talking them out or getting it out of my system in some way helps a lot, how about we try that together tomorrow?"

Once more Suni nods as he nuzzled his head softly into Hizashi's chest while continuing to cradle him in his arms.

"Hm, I know you still feel a little scared right? How about I help you go back to sleep with peaceful dreams by working some Yamada magic tricks~"

This made Suni eyes shine in wonder as he took that as a yes.

Switching some lights he makes sure the stars and glowing while the solar system was turning slowly with the little yellow lights inside them.

Making sure Sunoboi was comfortable Hizashi paced around abd rocked him carefully in his arms as he starts to sing.

"Hush now, mo stóirín

Close your eyes and sleep

Waltzing the waves

Diving in the deep.

Stars are shining bright

The wind is on the rise

Whispering words

Of long lost lullabies.

Oh won't you come with me,

Where the moon is made of gold

And in the morning sun

We'll be sailing.

Oh won't you come with me,

Where the ocean meets the sky

And as the clouds roll by

We'll sing the song of the sea.

I had a dream last night

And heard the sweetest sound.

I saw a great white light

And dancers in the round.

Castles in the sand,

Cradles in the trees,

Don't cry, I'll see you by and by.

Oh won't you come with me,

Where the moon is made of gold

And in the morning sun

We'll be sailing.

Oh won't you come with me,

Where the ocean meets the sky

And as the clouds roll by

We'll sing the song of the sea.

Rolling.

Rolling.

Rolling.

Rolling.

Oh won't you come with me,

Where the moon is made of gold

And in the morning sun

We'll be sailing free.

Oh won't you come with me,

Where the ocean meets the sky

And as the clouds roll by

We'll sing the song of the sea

Grá go deo "

Hizashi made sure to sing with care as Suni's eyes flutter closed while starting up at the stars.

Only once Zashi was sure his son was dreaming peacefully did he tuck him back into bed, making sure his plushie is within his grasp as he left the nightlight on before leaving back to bed, nuzzling into Shoto's warm body but kept his ears open for anymore noise for night.

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Thats all for this addition. The lyrics are from Song of the sea Lullaby, check out the movie through its amazing.

Good night and next time you'll be getting more angst.

Dp x MHA prompt/story; ghostly child.

Okay so this idea been turning in my head for most of the day so I'm going to try to write this, anyone is free to add to it too.

Main plot is this; Danny is on the run from the GIW, being injured enough to cause him to de-age to around 6-7 years old. Same power strength and mind, but suffering from pretty bad injuries such as dissection, and having a lightning scar on his arm from the accident, others are from dealing with the other ghosts.

Danny does try to survive by himself, mainly useing the tricks and abilities he learned from his rouges, mostly doing the bare minimum to get by like steal food and clothes, sometimes kick bad guys to the curb but mostly keeps to himself.

He is in the MHA because during his escape he ended up creating a portal, while doing so he was begging for safety and to finally be accepted, the infinite realms awnsered by placing him a universe of heros, though it takes Danny some time to realize that.

Now with that established time to try and start the story, (though writing this while a bit tired)

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Danny's bare feet echoed as he ran through the rain storm, it made his body shiver yet he kept pushing through as his medical gown was almost causing him to trip due to it being a size a bit to big.

Yet it didn't matter to the young boy as he ran through the dark streets and alleyways, the pitch blackness of the night helped cover his tracks as he pushed his body forward.

All Danny knew was he needed to run, get away from the men in snow white suits, or else his blood will be splattered again.

No, no, that can't happen again, they had already cut Danny's body over a thousand times that he worried if there was anything human left of him.

His hair was already permanently white, his eyes now a sickly green that shined like spot lights in the dark, he even lost the real need to breath which was the only reason he hasn't collapsed yet.

The sickly young boy only stopped running when he slammed into a trash can, causing him to fall over and cry out in pain as his hands and knees bleed out a toxic red and green.

Painful sobs escaped his mouth as he culled up behind a dumpster, useing what little shelter from the pouring rain.

Finally unable to go any further Danny passes out, coughing now and then as he falls into a restless sleep.

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The sounds of birds chipping and passing by cars woke up Danny as the sunrise peeked though the clouds.

Rubbing his eyes and sticking to the shadows Danny crawled from his hiding spot to see where he even was, everything felt so much bigger then they used to be and it was kind of scary.

When Danny peeked around the corner what he saw made his eyes widen.

People and humanoid creatures walked the streets, drove in cars, and chatted away like there wasn't a problem in the world, living their lives without a care around them.

How long was Danny locked up? How far has the world move on that both human amd supernaturals could live together without fear? Would he be accepted for once or rejected again and hunted?

Too many questions filled the young halfa's mind, he needed to get away from the crowds and find some where safe, after all the Guys In White was most likely still looking for him.

Backing away further into the shadows Danny took twisting turns and back paths just to try and stay hidden. Ducking behind whatever he could find like a scared beast whenever a loud or sudden noise happened.

After hours of wondering the streets a painful growl came from Danny's stomach, reminding him that he was still human enough to need food, real food, not just literal trash.

Grumbling Danny went looking for an out of way convince store or small food shop, knowing full well he will have to steal from it. He would possibly go to a bigger food chain that wouldn't care as much about a few missing items, but Danny was still scared of being seen by too many people.

Finally finding a shop that was out of the way and didn't seem to have even a customer inside it Danny took his chance.

Pulling at his core and useing what energy he had, turned himself invisible and intangible as he walked right through the door.

Moving quickly he grabbed what his tiny arms could hold, which was a water bottle and twi pre made sandwiches.

Looking at the check out counter he could see a very tired looking young lady with stripes and long fangs, looking close to a wearcat, bored out of her mind. Werid words and colorful posters sounded her like some kind of ads.

Seeing he wasn't noticed yet Danny bolted for the door.

His invisibility slipped just as he passed the store clerk, leaving her only a sight of a small white haired boy in a werid gown phasing though the doors. It took only a second to make her realize he was running with unpaid store items.

Danny could hear distant yelling as he booked it back to the darkness of the alleyways, catching a few other people's attention but escaping.

Once sure no one was chasing him, Danny wolfed down his sandwiches and downed the water. Ancients, he hadn't even eaten or even got a proper drink like that in ages, tye most he gotten was the bare minimum to keep him alive.

Now a bit more fulied and a clearer mind Danny was planning his next move, which was finding a place to well, live in. A place to hide away from and maybe make his new haunt if it stays a good spot.

As he dusted himself off a near by broken mirror caught his eye. Moving forward Danny could see himself for the first time in a long while... it was a bit distressing.

Standing in the reflection was a young boy no older then 7, with snow white hair that was long and tangled with ectoplasm abd blood, wearing an oversized medical gown that was torn at the bottom, showing his recent knee injuries and barely hiding his lightning scar and others. Lime green eyes stared back at him as tears were rolling down his crumb covered face.

Not wanting to look at the monster in the mirror any longer, Danny matched forward in hopes to find an abounded building close by so he wouldn't have to pass out on the streets again.

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An unknown amount of weeks passed by, during that time Danny had found an old shack not to far off from a small stream and bridge.

From there he stole the odd blanket or clothing that were left in the wind to dry, making a nest withing the rotting boards. Danny manged to get his hands on a few shirts and shorts that would fit his smaller body better, yet kept the bloodied hospital gown, mostly as a way to cover up a big hole in the wall.

During his raids to get resources Danny did get spotted many more times, especially when trying to snach food, but so far hasn't been chased further then a block or two.

Danny had quickly found out two major factors of this new place; firstly he couldn't read anything, everything looked like werid squiggles and lines, that might be due to him not being good at reading in the first place or the fact he only knew how to read/write ghost since that's what he did to pass the time. Secondly was there were heros and villains, and he wasn't sure who he was more scared of.

Heros were easy to spot since they wore costumes and announced themselves, villains were more subtle most of the time until they start causing trouble.

Danny had a few run in with the latter, mostly just jerks who think a kid would be an easy target. They were proven wrong quickly when Danny knocked them out by barely trying and dragging them to what he thought was a police station.

Heros were much more tricky, Danny mainly blots whenever he sees any, same with police in person, because what if they worked with the GIW? What would happen if they find out Danny was nothing but an abomination, a crime against life and death.

He wasn't going to risk it.

Yet unaware to Danny due to his adventures he had been spotted multiple times by civilian and a few heros too, one or two may have caught a picture of him back when he was still in his medical gown. And with him naturally running whenever a hero was spotted things were getting suspicious.

Heros and officers were alerted to the presents of a young boy who's case was looking scarily similar to another.

Which lead to Danny's main problem now...

He keeps getting chased by heroes!

Danny mostly avoids them by phasing thorough buildings but it was getting annoying. He started to use his intangiblity, floating, and ice abilities more, he didn't use his ecto blasts since he didn't want to cause that much harm. So far he's been stalked and chased by a werid guy made out of wood, a cowboy, and a rabbit lady just this week! That's not counting the police trying to corner him.

The only ones now that weren't giving him any trouble were normal people and the odd villan.

All Danny wanted to do is eat a good sandwich and maybe relax a bit.

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Going to stop here for tonight but might add more later, any suggestions on how to make this story better is appreciated too.