#angst present mic

[drefear]

Hopelessly Devoted To You…

Yandere Hizashi/Present Mic x Reader

TW: blood, fighting, death, anxiety, smut, p in v, rough sex, pain, slight choking, lying, angst

Guess mine is not the first heart broken

My eyes are not the first to cry

I'm not the first to know

There's just no getting over you

The pain in my legs was proof that the strain on my muscles was ripping them apart. I couldn’t hold myself up for much longer, let alone keep running. How did I not see this coming? Music hummed in the decaying building, his loud humming like the lullaby of my death. The blood in my eyes from the wound on my head made it very hard to see where I was going, but I was able to make out the halls and doors. Grabbing a doorknob, I struggled to force it open as the knob felt like it had been cemented shut. Where were the police? Where was Aizawa? Hawks? Anyone?

My lungs burned like they were filled with acid, every breath causing a severe stabbing pain in my chest. Shoving myself into the door, it finally burst open and I saw my fears coming true.

The red feathers on the ground were a lifeless and dull, no beautiful scarlet shine like I’d seen only a few hours ago. No, they were completely desolate of any shine. This was bad, this was really bad. Tiptoeing into the room, I quietly shut the door behind myself and made my way around the big desk in the center. The sight was unsavory, almost nauseating.

The stuttering breathing of my partner, Hawks, was just loud enough to overshadow the music echoing and my heartbeat. His eyes shot up at me, shakey and panicked as he gasped once again. I moved like lightning, pulling fabric from my hero costume to compress his wounds. He did this? Loud, quick footsteps made my hands freeze for a split second before I recognized the weight of those steps, continuing to push down on his wounds.

“Move, I’ll cauterize his wounds a bit with my fire, just go find him.” Dabi nudged me out of the way slightly as I sucked in air from his presence. “Just remember, once this is over, we’re still enemies.”

“Agreed.” My eyes glared at him as I tugged my visual blockers down over my eyes and dashed out of the room. The faint steps I heard were coming from above.

You know I'm just a fool who's willing

To sit around and wait for you

But, baby, can't you see

There's nothing else for me to do?

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Lime green and unseen. She is pristine!” His voice was quieter than usual, casting a spell of fear over my body.

This wasn’t the Hizashi we all knew and loved. This was a monster, a man possessed.

“Come out and play, little listener!” He called, the windows breaking from his quirk. I couldn’t help but cover my ears and duck down, then dashing to the nearest staircase. He wanted to find me, and so I’d play into his hand.

Finally getting to the top of the stairs, I saw him leaning against a doorframe, swirling a finger around something, bulky and strangely shaped. Stepping closer, I saw the light shine on him. His hair down and wild, sunglasses tucked into his hair, sleeves ripped off his arms and voice modulator covering his neck. He was unhinged.

But what caught my eye was the yellow goggles he was toying with. Covered in blood.

My sensei was in trouble.

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“Where is he?!” I screamed at him and his lips just smirked into an unsettling expression.

“Whatdya mean? Ya didn’t see ‘m when ya walked in?” His eyes looked at me through his lashes and a shiver went down my spine. I glanced from side to side but nothing. That’s when I saw it. A single drop of liquid fell from the ceiling. Looking up, I saw Aizawa tied in his own scarf with his eye blindfolded, bleeding from his arm and head.

“Let him down!”

“Now now, little listener. You aren’t in any position to be ordering me around. We both know your strengths and weaknesses, and none of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.” His words rang in my ears as I thought back to the weeks leading up to this.

Hopelessly devoted to you

I’d gotten close with Hizashi, my old teacher and friend. I’d confided in him, trusted him, and he would comfort me when I needed it. Days turned to weeks and soon, we had become more than just friends. I knew about his feelings, I knew I had some too, but I wanted to be a hero and focus on my dreams. Comforting turned to something else one night and we went to a place we couldn’t go back from. It was wonderful, he was wonderful. Everything I’d ever wanted.

Hopelessly devoted to you

At least the good side of him was, but jealous was something I’d never seen from him and when I worked with Hawks, he seemed to get unexplainably irritable and angry. He would ignore me for hours after I’d get off of work, not answer my texts, and then show up at random hours of the day to visit me at work. Patrol was even worse, he was always “running into” us. I knew Hawks was in a serious relationship, but he couldn’t talk about it because of our job. We were hero’s, and his partner was not, so anyone knowing about his relationship could put their life in jeopardy.

Hizashi didn’t believe me, didn’t care what I said. So naturally, I broke things off. It hurt, it hurt so badly, as I was in love with him, but if he couldn’t trust me and communicate with me, what was I to do?

And now here I was, standing across from my ex lover, the man I thought I’d marry for a time of my life, about to fight him to the death.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hizashi, this isn’t you. This isn’t who I’m in love with, just give in and we can go home!” My eyes filled with tears and my hand reached out, hoping he’d take the short amount of steps in between us and hold it.

His eyes flashed to uncertainty for a second before hardening again and locking me out.

“You’re lying to me. You were always lying to me!” He screams and the power of his voice has me clamping my hands over my ears, blood dripping out a bit. I take a step forward, hand still reached out.

“I never lied. You’ve always been the only one for me. How could I love anyone else when I had you?” My voice is weak, stuttering as I feel my bottom lip quiver. The sadness I feel is uncontrollable and I’m doing everything I can to not fall into a crumbled mess on the ground. “Come back to me, Zashi… please.” I beg, and he steps to me.

“I’ll fix this if you promise to be mine. Right here, right now.”

“I’m already yours until the end of time.” I answer but he sneers, aggravated.

“That’s not what I mean.” He pulls off a glove and what he wants finally clicks.

“We- Shota is on the ceiling-“

“He can’t see anything, and he probably can’t hear.” The comfortable way he says this makes my skin crawl, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been craving him this whole time. “You want me to surrender? Prove I’m your man.”

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."

My heart is saying, "Don't let go.

I gulp, the dryness in my throat making me sputter a cough and he reaches out to me from concern, his true self breaking through. “Okay…” I agree, “yes.” And his hands are on me, pulling at the costume, or what’s left of it. The torn pieces of my outfit were ripping wider, the seam of my green pants tearing all the way up to my stomach. His calloused hands trace my thighs and without hesitation, two of his fingers rub against my clit. It’s rough and hurried, but god it feels amazing. His mouth finds the spot behind my ear instantly and I reach out. The groan he lets out against my skin as I palm him through his jeans is intoxicating.

“Zashi… please!” I whimper, and he nods, biting me and inserting a finger in me at the same time. My world spins for a moment as the two sensations collide and I grind against his hand, his thumb taking the place of those two fingers on my sensitive button.

I make quick work of his buckle and try to tug down his pants, getting them to his thighs as his hard erection slaps up against his abdomen. Even in the darkness, I can see his jacobs latter and my insides are preening at the memory, of how I remember it feels.

His lips attack when he catches me staring and I use my own slick to coat my hand and pump him slowly, but he rips my hand away and picks me up by the waist. It all happens so fast, I can’t even see anything until my back hits a cold wall and his head is at my entrance, spreading me open and about to enter me raw. We’ve never done that, and I’m so anxious about it, but I need it just as bad as he does.

“Ready, baby?” He asks and I nod, gazing into those green eyes I know I never want to be without. He pushes in and we both let out a pleading sound, the piercings shuffling around my insides and making me arch my back in pleasure. After the first push, it’s a relentless fucking and I can just hold on as he takes me against the wall. As he’s facing the wall, I peer one eye open just in time to see a specific shadow drop from the ceiling silently and take off his blindfold. My cheeks heat up and I shake my head, hoping he gets the message and he does. He runs out, but Hizashi can’t hear him over his own grunts and my whines.

His hand grabs my throat and I orgasm immediately, feeling him near his end from the clench of my walls around him. A few more destructive thrusts and I feel him fill me, but warmth flowing into me as I twitch from the pure endorphins this is causing.

Our bodies slump together as he pulls himself out and watches our mixed juices drip down my thighs. I moan a bit from the feeling and pant from exhaustion, right before looking up at him and beginning to cry.

Hold on till the end.

And that's what I intend to do

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Baby, why are you-” He cups my cheek as I cut him off.

“Forgive me… Hizashi, forgive me and know that I will never love anyone more than I love you…” I keep my head nuzzled into his open hand as I bawl my eyes out, then feeling his hand ripped away from me and seeing him get handcuffed and pinned to the ground through my tears.

“You lied to me!” He yells at me, but Eraserhead had understood my silent plea from before and was able to get the police and backup, also erasing Hizashi’s quirk so he couldn’t yell anymore.

“I’m sorry!” I cry out as Aizawa grabs a blanket and covers my half naked body, costume ripped and torn from both the battle and my ability to give him a false sense of safety. “You would have killed…”

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“It was all because I love you!” He yells again and I turn my face away, still shaking from sobs. Aizawa pulls me into his chest for a hug and shields me from Hizashi’s constant screams and verbal attacks. My heart shatters in my ears and I’m left with the feeling of pure emptiness, much like the whole week of us being apart has felt like. Now, Hizashi will be sent to prison and I will be alone again. “All for you!”

But he won’t be able to harm anyone else.

Hopelessly devoted to you

About a week later, I’m still recovering and visiting Hawks in the hospital, as well as Bubble girl and Fatgum. We all went into that battle and only a few came out able to function, the rest were under 24/7 hospital care. Like Hawks.

“Kid, relax.” He said to me, “none of this was your fault. You didn’t know he was a yandere.”

“He… he isn’t.” I blurt out and I hear a cough from behind me, turning to see Aizawa.

“Actually, a few psychiatrists sent in the reports yesterday. He has been classified as a yandere, and they are keeping him under surveillance because of his uncontrollable emotions.” The black haired man spoke and my chest was once again empty.

“But you’re safe now, he’s locked up, and you have nothing to fear.”

Hopelessly devoted to you

That was almost ten years ago. I have a family, children, a loving husband, and I haven’t looked back. But sometimes, I feel like someone’s watching me, or calling my name. A few times, I feel someone grab my wrist or whisper in my ear in public, but when I turn, no one is there.

I knew I was just imagining things, as I turned out the lights in my kitchen and slid into bed. My husband barely moved as the bed shiftly, getting into my side and feeling him.

“Baby you’re so cold…” I mumbled and kiss the back of his neck.

He doesn’t answer.

But the voice coming from my doorway does.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hello again, Little Listener.”

[nekoo3001]

The protector

[mimez-meme]

He did it without hesitation, All Shouta had to do was ask, and Shoutas little sorry as well😭😭‼️

[thesmolandfurious]

[xia0ming56]

If you're taking requests, Erasermic with short hair? Love your art!

Aaa i missed drawing them 🥹 sry for the wait! I swear i was gna leave it as a sketch but then i got carried away n added some colour💀 hope u like it!! :D

[frickingnerd]

shinsou dating present mic's daughter

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x fem!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, a bit suggestive, mentions of marriage/proposing, caught making out (by mic), friends to lovers, protective dad!mic, training alongside shinsou

you were introduced to shinsou by present mic and aizawa, who had been training with the boy, after he voiced his desire to join the hero course

aizawa had been training with shinsou until now, but he wanted the kid to have someone from the hero course to train with, so you were introduced to him

shinsou was happy to have a partner his own age and someone who was closer to his own skill level to train with and he really wanted to learn all he could from you, especially about the hero course!

the two of you began to bond over your dreams to become heroes and you often talked about the hero course, fantasizing about how fun it would be like, if shinsou was in your class!

the two of you became friends fast and the romantic feelings followed soon after

aizawa and present mic were both happy that the two of you were such good friends, both unaware of your feelings for each other

eventually, shinsou and you began to go out on secret dates with each other, all under the disguise of being just friends

only when present mic walked in on you and shinsou kissing in your room did your little lie get revealed

shinsou was kicked out of the house immediately after your dad walked in on the two of you and you had to listen to an hour long lecture about staying safe around boys – in more than just one way…

while present mic was a bit upset about finding you make out with a boy in your room, he didn't hold a grudge against shinsou

he still trusted the kid and he believed that he'd make a good boyfriend for you! 

though the next time he meets shinsou, he can't help but give him the "treat her right or they'll never find your body, kid!" speech

he's mostly joking though, but shinsou really does take him seriously–

present mic is very supportive of your relationship with shinsou and accepts him into the family right away

he'll even tell shinsou to call him "dad" or "his old man" and while shinsou does turn that offer down, he occasionally finds himself pressured into calling him that…

present mic treats shinsou like he's part of the family and he's the first one to suggest that shinsou asks for your hand in marriage after graduation, telling him to hurry up and put a ring on you, before another boy steals you away from him…

[sparklykryptonitebluebird]

Headcanons for MHA

TW: Death, panic attacks, implied eating disorder, abuse, some of these are just really sad

Present Mic has trained himself not to cry, because he tends to lose control over his quirk when he's upset and he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

Aizawa has panic attacks any time something bad happens to one of his students. He always thinks he's going to let them down in some way. Mic is the only one who can comfort him, and he just lets Aizawa cry into his shoulder.

[TW] Present Mic sometimes can't eat if he's stressed or particularly upset, so Aizawa will make him eat food, but Mic will just throw it up later.

Mic gets nauseous and throws up if he's anxious.

Both of the Iida children were abused both verbally, emotionally, and physically by their dad.

After Tensei can't be a hero, his parents stop visiting him in the hospital and just act like he never existed.

Tenya has an intense fear of failure, if he thinks he did something wrong, he'll shut down completely and then apologize for like an hour straight.

In the Iida family, if a child is born with a different quirk than Engine, the kid is abandoned or given up for adoption.

Tensei thinks he has no worth after the hero killer stain incident because he couldn't do anything to stop his little brother from getting hurt.

Mic hates being vulnerable, he always has to put on a smile for everyone.

Mic loves to be cuddled.

Aizawa thinks he is not good enough for anyone, let alone Hizashi freaking Yamada, the man of his dreams.

And then Mic sees Aizawa's fear and interprets it as disinterest in him

Endeavor was also a child from a quirk marriage, and was treated very similarly to Shoto as a child, so in his early marriage and parenting years, he didn't know how wrong it was. (Granted, he still knew it was wrong, so he's not all good)

Mic thinks he's the most annoying hero, and he's had several people push him away because he said something wrong.

Present Mic throws himself into work to distract from other things, like Oboro's death, or feelings of not being good enough.

Thanks for reading!

[mooonpiess]

i believe that its canon that hizashi isn’t emotional/doesnt let himself get emotional therefore;

i hc that every now and then hizashi just has to let it out. usually shouta could tell when he’s on edge, shortened temper, clearly unorganized, so on… but he never wants to push hizashi to tell him whats going on, knowing his husband will say when he’s ready.

hizashi bottles everything up and is so thankful that shouta is there for him when it all comes spilling out. endless kisses, cuddles, and reassuring words. no one knows him better than sho, and no one listens to him better than him as well :’)

[blondieeu]

═╬ blondieeu . my hero academia ⌕ masterlist リ

✘ smut

➜ TOMURA SHIGARAKI Ꮺ

2 seconds ✘

➜ KEIGO “HAWKS” TAKAMI Ꮺ

under your spell ✘

➜ TODORKI SHOTO Ꮺ

"black wives are for grown folk."

➜ DENKI KAMINARI Ꮺ

dk drabble ✘ , yes, and?

anything ✘

➜ AIZAWA SHOUTA Ꮺ

ass or tits? ✘ , london

persian rugs ✘ , comfort inn

➜ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA Ꮺ

scarlet ✘ , like you ✘

luv this Shit ✘

➜ IZUKU MIDORIYA Ꮺ

blame ✘

➜ KATSUKI BAKUGOU Ꮺ

magnolia ✘ , prom

early bird ✘ , pyrimids

in my room ✘ , (2) missed calls ✘

one in a million , sleepy ✘

hold on

blondieeu xx

[angelophanie]

Quirk accident❗️

[splo0shh]

Some Roleshift! Hizashi backstory I guess

Back when his quirk first manifested, he couldn't properly use it yet. It was seen as an "unstable" and "villainous" quirk and instead of teaching him how to use his quirk properly, his parents forced him to wear a "muzzle" (it didn't help that the moment his quirk manifested, he accidently made his parent's ear bleed)

So, growing up until around middle school, he was practically forced to be mute most of the time

Now as an adult, he would get frequent nightmares about it (having to go through the same memory of being forced to wear a muzzle by his own parents for the first time) and would ended up staying up all night

As he grew up, he just accepted the fact that he had a "villain's quirk" which led to him becoming one. There's more plot as to how he became one, this is just part of the reason. I don't wanna spill too much juuuust yet

[serxinns]

Hello :3 👋

Could you do a Yandere pro hero’s (The reader is like 29) with a chubby reader and chubby reader gets like made fun of by some group of men

:3 ty and have a good day

My pleasure

TW: blood, violent against both the reader and the guys, cussing, obsessive unhealthy behavior, and implied blackmailing and prob death (not towards reader

So let's just say you were walking down the street all dressed up and pretty, you were feeling confident thanks to Mount Lady giving you make-up tips and skincare recommendations a few days ago, you were looking more younger and beautiful heck even Hawks, Mirko, and Fatgum started drooling when they saw you all dressed up just for them, they praised you head to toe falling more in love and desire for you the ever!

You were just heading back from a mall hangout with Nemuri, your hands were full of perfumes she preferred and some snacks you were listening to music on your headphones not noticing a group of guys chatting, laughing, and drinking, they spotted you walking towards them and stared at you passing by them they looked at each other and smirked deviously, one of the guys picked up a half drunken beer can and threw it directly at of your head

"Hey!" You looked back angrily to see a group of men snickering and whispering something under their breath which seemed to piss you off "What gives asshole!? Ths trash was over there" "Well I threw it at the trash didn't I?" The other men snickered as the other men threw their drunken cans at you which luckily you dodged them "Dance piggy dance!" They all laughed like middle schoolers, saying such crude words like "whale" or "Cow legs"

You were glaring daggers at the men wanting to punch them or heck kick them right in their tiny dicks but you didn't wanna deal with their bullshit plus arguing with guys like those wouldn't be worth it so you flipped them off and began walking off the men glared at you dissatisfied that you were walking away from them so they quickly surrounded you causing you to bump into them

"Why going so soon today? To stuff your face with greasy foods" They all laughed as they started pushing you around pointing at your body and calling it every name that has to do with your body "JUST GO AWAY" you said slicing one of the men close up to you on the stomach causing him to let go and you booked it not caring if you injuries him or not

the men yelled something in anger and started chasing you down, using their quirks to atleast get a hit on you, one of the men's quirk was a laser and when he was forming his finger as a gun aiming it at you, a red feather stabbed the man's hand deep making him howl in agony while the others stared, stunned and confused untill keigo slowly flew down infront of you spreading his left wing out as of we was protecting you

"Keigo!" You happily said hugging him from behind he looked at you and smiled "Hey chickadee heard you needed help" he said as he glared at the group as they stumbled back in fear "O-oh shit... ITS HAWKS!" One of the men stuttered and ran away fearing they'll get arrested or worse except one who seemed to be the leader "WHERE YOU ASSHOLES GOING!?" he said watching how his gang running away with their tails between their legs

He was then met with a harsh punch by hawks he flew back into the street light face bodying aching while his face formed a bruise and drops of blood coming from his nose he grunted in pain clutching his sides and looking up at a menacing Keigo, his golden eyes piercing to the man's soul the man stumbled back a big spat out some cuss words and quickly stumbled off looking for his gang

"Tsk coward.." Keigo sneered under his breath he quickly calmed down when he saw you broke down crying in relief, he ran up to you and hugged you tightly confronting you the best way he could picking you up princess style and flying you to your house "Hey.." Keigo looked over to you "If it's not a bother can you and Mirko stay the night please.." his heart fluttered when you asked that but realized mirko was also wanna spend the night so he agreed and you called mirko up

The 3 of you had the best night ever it was full of cuddles competitiveness, chaos, and games as you soundly went to sleep Mirko and Keigo were the only ones awake staring endlessly at your sleeping figure until the rabbit hero spoke up, "You still got that feather on them kei?" Keigo looked up to him and nodded "Yep it seems like they threw it in the trash such a big mistake.."

he smirked deviously thinking about what torture method he was gonna do with them while Mirko was typing away on her phone to the pro hero group chat the photo of the men who attacked you, Aizawa later on pull up a picture of their address and crimmal history while him and mic smiled deviously

Oh how this will be fun~

[mimez-meme]

He deserves better😕

[aizawazs]

the blackest day.

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[dira333]

Twelve Years Too Late - Present Mic x Reader

Surprise em Series - Part 3 - Hizashi Yamada

“So this is it?” You ask, hands digging into the fabric of your trousers. It’s such a stark contrast, really. You, with the business casual look and the linen pants, and him, with the leather jacket and the carefully maintained mustache.

“It’s not-” Hizashi sighs. “It’s not that I don’t love you.”

“Yeah,” you nod, a lump of unshed tears choking you. “I gathered that.”

“But I can’t… I can’t…” His hands are raised, showcasing just how helpless he is. 

You wish he wasn’t. You wish he could choose you over anything else. 

But the man you love would never choose you over his best friend. Not even if it costs you your relationship.

And you know, at least if you’re being completely honest, that this isn’t Aizawa’s fault. Or Hizashi’s.

But your path is clear. You know what you have to do. 

“Are you coming inside?” Hizashi asks, hope still present in his voice.

“No,” you shake your head. “I don’t… That would just be awkward, right? They’d clock it immediately. And what would we tell them?”

He sighs. “I mean,” he swallows thickly. “If we tell them that you want kids and I don’t, that wouldn’t be too much of a lie, would it?”

“You can tell them that,” you offer. In the end, it won’t matter anyway.

“But I’m not going to… I’m not going to go in there and pretend that we can still be friends regardless.”

Hizashi opens his mouth, maybe to protest, maybe to beg for forgiveness. But he closes it, swallows the words that should have been spoken, and nods.

“Okay,” he whispers. “I… I guess this is goodbye?”

“Goodbye,” you nod, slipping out of your seat and into the cool night. “I hope love treats you better next time.”

-

“Sensei’s not looking too good,” someone comments from the back row. 

Hizashi can feel Shouta’s smug grin without looking.

It’s a rare thing, for sure, to look worse than his best friend.

His hair, usually styled to perfection, is pulled back into a messy bun. He doesn’t dare check his mustache in any reflecting surface and he’s pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt inside out.

Still. That doesn’t mean the kids have to make fun of him.

“Do you think he’s hangover?”

“I can hear you!” He points out loudly, catching a head of pink disappearing. Oh, so it’s Miss Ashido who’s running her mouth.

“You give them reason to talk, they’ll talk,” Shouta points out. “And we’re here.”

He gets up, his prosthetic leg clanking against the floor. “Kids. I don’t want to lose any of you. If you get lost, you can find your own way back. When we get out we have to take a private shuttle- Kaminari, I can see you running the other way!”

It doesn’t take long for them to filter into the shuttle. Not long enough for Hizashi to turn his shirt around, suddenly self-conscious about his looks.

“You haven’t seen her in how long?” Shouta asks, keeping his voice low.

“Twelve years, eight months, and three days,” he whispers back. “But who’s counting, right?”

“Not me,” Shouta drones on before turning back to the students.

“Do any of you know what the Tomo Institute stands for?”

“Privacy, Wealth, and Control,” Shinsou points out just seconds before Midoriya can open his mouth.

“Impressive,” Kaminari comments. “How did you know?”

“I got contacted,” Shinsou admits. “Didn’t want to go.”

“Whoa, but that’s a huge deal!” Sato points out. “Like, if you get a ride to the Tomo Institute you’re settled for life.”

“As if,” Monoma snaps from the back. “I got contacted as well, it’s not that big of a deal!”

“Selfburn,” Shinsou points out with a sly grin. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Monoma.”

“Quiet,” Shouta snaps. “We’re here.”

The kids squabble quietly after he turns around but Hizashi’s no longer listening. 

It’s been ages since he’s last been here but nothing much has changed.

-

Tomo Institute, residing in the middle of the Tomo ward, is a fortress of technology. 

The kids ooh and aah behind him at the various sights but Hizashi has already spotted the person waiting for them on the steps leading up to the front door.

Maybe he’s imagining it, but you look just like the day you left him.

And he’s right, he finds when they all get to step out of the shuttle.

You’re still wearing business casual, still squinting a little instead of relying on glasses and you still curl your nose at the rat’s nest Shouta likes to call his hair.

“You’re late,” you point out. “Please, follow me.”

It’s hard not to fall into step with you. Hizashi’s too familiar with the rhythm of your steps not too. It needs more than a war and over ten years of separation to take that from him.

But you’re distant, and professional, as you show them around. 

If he didn’t know that you asked for his presence specifically - not to mention that no school just gets invited to a tour at the Tomo Institute - he’d call this a fluke. 

Just something you endure because you’ve always been more of a professional than he will ever be.

“This is Multiplier, one of my Partners,” you introduce a lanky guy in his thirties to the group. His smile is exactly the kind of smarmy that gives Hizashi the creeps but neither of the kids seem to mind. “He’ll show you to the training facilities where you’ll meet our second year for a sparing match. Yamada-san, if you’d follow me for a moment? I need to discuss some formalities with you.”

“Oh, what, yeah, sure…” He stutters, wishing the class away. He’s never going to live that down, ever. Not to mention they all saw Shouta’s smug grin just now.

Your office is just as elegant as the rest of the Institute, with a screen as big as a window embedded in one of the walls.

“You wanted to discuss-”

“Aizawa contacted me,” you interrupt him. Your shoulders are stiff now, telling him that this is no ordinary discussion anymore. He wished he’d taken the time to turn his shirt the right way out.

“Okay,” he says and you nod.

“Yeah, well… He said he’s now a father?”

“Oh, yeah. Eri. And, Shinsou, kind of. The kid with the purple hair? He’s not adopted, at least, but he might as well be with the amount of time he’s spending over.”

“Yeah, well, he said you… he said you’re good with the kids,” you point out. “A natural, he said.”

Hizashi’s a little flattered. Shouta would never say that to his face, for sure. But there’s a flicker of something washing over your face and he realizes a little too late that being proud is not the right call right now.

“So you would have… you would have been a dad? If you had been given the chance?”

“I mean,” he starts. “I don’t know. Looking back…”

“I’m really, really sorry,” you tell him, your voice shakier than he’s ever heard and he’s heard your heart break. “I should have told you way earlier.”

You walk over to the giant screen, press your thumb against a button on the outer edge. 

The screen turns on, showing a girl.

She’s sitting in a room about the size of your office, drawing something into a book as she kicks her knees against the underside of the table.

Hizashi knows that rhythm. And he knows that shade of blond in her hair just as well as the slope of her nose.

The truth hits him so hard gravity decides to give out on him.

“Hey,” you sneak closer, careful, as if he’s a wounded animal that’s about to lash out. Maybe he will. Maybe he is. “Hey, Hizashi. You’re okay. Breathe… Please? For me?”

“I have a kid?”

“Yeah,” your hands fold around his, careful and warm. “A daughter. She’s uh… She got your Quirk. Mine too. She’s a handful, really.”

“I have a kid,” he repeats, still grasping for what used to be real and what no longer is.

This time you don’t respond. 

You just sit there, with him, looking up at the screen. 

And Hizashi thinks, not for the first time, that 19-year-old him really made all the wrong choices.

- - -

Eri has no eyes for the world outside. She’s too busy finishing her latest drawing, tutting in annoyance every time a curve makes her draw outside the lines.

Shouta’s literally dead on his feet, face pressed against the window as he snores.

Shinsou looks almost as exhausted. The second year is beating him hard.

Hizashi, however, is chatting up Morikawa-san, their regular driver. 

He’s coming by so often he almost has their schedule memorized. 

“And we’re here,” Morikawa-san points out, laughing a little. “Looks like someone’s already waiting for you.”

“Dad!” Kizashi sprints down the stairs, flying into his arms the moment he steps out of the car.

He might be twelve years too late, but he’s here now. 

And with the way you smile at him, he’s pretty sure he’s not going to leave again.

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