#because aizawas first concern is tending to hizashi

[lethxia]

(stumbles through the doorway with a fucked up unhinged look in my eyes, at least two bones broken and blood in my hair) soooooo. mutually pining yandere erasermic, huh? what a wild. wild concept. haha. hahdhshsjjs,

[myheroacademiabookshelf]

Day One: Heat

@omegaverse-sfw-week It's a day late but I just could not get those last three paragraphs written last night.

Fandom: BNHA Characters: Aizawa | Eraserhead, Present Mic, Midnight, Class 1-A in the background Relationships: Gen Wordcount: 1753

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In Which Aizawa Hates Everything

Shouta had known, from the instant the idea of moving the students into dorms was first brought up, that he was doomed. When the “idea” shifted and rapidly became reality in the aftermath of the training camp and Kamino Ward, he was a bit preoccupied with dealing with all the immediate issues to take the time to process exactly how screwed he was.

It isn't until the whole class has been safely ensconced in the dorms for almost a week and he comes out of his ground floor apartment behind the kitchen to find Tokoyami fretting over molting feathers in the common spaces that he really understands.

He has no escape.

(And if he deals with that by turning around and walking into the security room to take advantage of the soundproof walls and scream into his sleeping bag, that is his business.)

Their problems are his problems now, twenty-four seven. No matter the levels of pubescent, bravado-filled stupidity involved. All their hormone-fueled angst and drama has been wrapped up, decorated with a bow and copious amounts of glitter and dumped on his doorstep. He’s not just their homeroom teacher anymore he’s their dorm parent and that means he now has to worry about their emotions on top of keeping them alive. (Because he has been doing such a bang up job of that so far.)

He knew this arrangement was going to destroy his life in a million different little ways.

And the worst (and most unexpected) is yet to come.

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All things considered, Aizawa storming irritably into the teacher’s dorm isn’t that unusual. He doesn’t even live here, but Hizashi likes to think that he stops by to seek out Hizashi’s company, and not just out of desperation to be in the vicinity of people over the age of sixteen. (Maybe that’s optimistic of him, but it really has been good these past couple of months. They aren’t quite a pack again, not beyond the workplace pack levels they’d been dancing around since they began teaching at UA, but they are closer than they have been since they were seventeen and that has to count for something.)

To be fair, ‘storming’ would be a bit of a misnomer. It might be more accurate to say that Shouta slunk in through the side door, no Eri in tow today, to collapse face down on the carpet beside the sofa Hizashi and Nemuri are currently sprawled out on while they gossip and pretend to grade essays.

Hizashi, closer to him, doesn’t even bother to hide his smile as he peers over his laptop at the mass of messy black hair and fabric where his feet would be if he wasn’t sitting cross-legged like the adult he is. “Long day?”

Shouta groans miserably but doesn’t so much as twitch.

Mildly concerned but mostly finding it funny, Hizashi leans over enough to get a good sniff and almost immediately recoils, fighting the urge to sneeze. “Holy shit, Shouta, you smell like…” he trails off, trying to think of a way to say it that isn’t crude and/or misogynistic. He draws a blank and instead does some mental math. It doesn’t take long for him to come to his conclusion and he winces.

“Did your whole class sync up?”

Most omegas’ heats tend to sync with each other fairly quickly, supposedly so that packs are able to just hunker down three times a year at regular intervals instead of many more times sporadically. Of course, modern medicine allows that to go down to once a year, via suppressants, for anyone over the age of seventeen. Aka, absolutely none of Shouta’s homeroom class.

It’s the beginning of December. Uraraka and Todoroki aren’t even sixteen yet. Shouta has a whole year more of this, assuming Nezu lets him keep this class instead of giving him the incoming first years again next year like usual, in which case he potentially has years of this with no breaks.

But there can’t be any other explanation for why he smells so strongly of pre-heat. It’s all so intermingled it's hard to make out individual scents but he can for sure smell both Yaoyorozu and Uraraka and beneath them, a scent he can’t quite place but that tickles his mind as familiar…

Shouta grunts again and follows up with actual words this time. “Uraraka’s tried to fight Bakugou twice today because he growled at Midoriya and ‘looked wrong’ at Todoroki. Tokoyami can’t decide if he wants to nest or perch and has compromised by bouncing back and forth between the top of the refrigerator and the sofa. Todoroki has latched onto Midoriya and Iida and refuses to let go. Yaoyorozu has offered me tea five times today and Jirou built a temp nest of blankets in one of the arm chairs after breakfast and hasn’t moved since.” He shifts, restless in a way that strikes Hizashi as odd and has him frowning in concern over at Nemuri who’s also looking worried and confused, but mostly wildly entertained by the rant.

“The alphas are just as bad. Kirishima has been patrolling the perimeter of the dorm building for hours. Shouji is impersonating a statue in the middle of the common room with eyes and ears in every direction. Asui is fussing, Bakugou has cooked enough food to feed the whole campus and don’t even get me started on the rest of them.”

He’s glaring up at them now, eyes glinting menacingly, especially at Hizashi, as if he is somehow at fault for the baby alphas’ behavior, which is patently ridiculous, clearly if it's anyone’s fault, it's All Might’s. Nemuri has given up pretending she doesn’t think this is the best thing to happen since recording equipment was invented and is giggling maniacally on her end of the sofa.

Hizashi barely notices, attention instead caught by the way that Shouta, seemingly without realizing it, has begun fidgeting with his studded leather jacket that he’d dropped to the floor hours ago, in order to sprawl more comfortably. Without any conscious thought apparent, still glaring up at them through red, bleary eyes and tangled black hair, Shouta is slowly dragging the jacket closer by the sleeve until he has it pulled up so that he’s sandwiched between it and the base of the sofa. And he just keeps fidgeting with it.

Hizashi kick’s Nemuri to get her attention and motions with his head. She stares for a moment and then turns to him, a wide-eyed look mirroring his own. He doesn’t know about her, but he hasn’t really seen Shouta engage in casual nesting behaviors since high school. He knows for a fact that both Recovery Girl and Hound Dog consider it a “cause for concern” that he refuses to admit that a sleeping bag, no matter how plush, is not a healthy nest (and he agrees with them). He especially hasn’t seen Aizawa nest with someone else's things in just as long.

“You okay?” He leans in a bit closer to get another sniff. Something affecting his behavior this much has to leave traces in his scent. He just has to find it underneath the cloud of teenage omegas and stressed teenage alphas.

“Fine, why?”

There’s that smell again, lurking underneath the scents of the little listeners, like a familiar chord that Hizashi knows but only if he doesn’t think too hard about it and just plays it. He takes another sniff and tries to just let his mind drift, carried along by the scents of nutmeg and green tea and the accompanying feelings of softness and quiet evenings spent on the rooftops.

The answer comes to him almost immediately.

“Dude, you’re in pre-heat!”

Hizashi doesn’t blame Shouta or Nemuri for the incredulous looks. He can count on his fingers the number of times (that he knows about) that Shouta’s gone into heat since they graduated and still have several fingers left over. His heats have been irregular and rare enough since high school that he doesn’t even take suppressants. He doesn’t need to, he just wears scent blockers when he’s working and that’s that.

“Wait, what?” Nemuri almost drops her laptop in her rush to crawl over Hizashi and get as close to Shouta as she can. She does knock over Hizashi’s stack of ungraded essays. She hangs her whole front half off the sofa, her butt up in Hizashi’s face while she sticks her whole face down into Shouta’s hair and takes a deep, dramatic breath before sitting bolt upright, crushing Hizashi in the process and knocking his nose with her shoulder. “YOU ARE!”

Hizashi wheezes in both breathlessness and pain.

Shouta’s eyes go wide and he frowns down at Hizashi’s jacket as if noticing it for the first time, looking betrayed. “Oh.”

There are tears in Hizashi’s eyes, turning everything blurry. Though that might also be that Nemuri knocked his glasses off. Or both. Probably both. “Nem. Can’t. Breathe.” Both because she’s sitting on his lungs and also her hair is all up in his mouth and nose.

“If you’ve synched up with them as well,” Nemuri says slowly, ignoring his pain. “Then does that mean you’re going to be more regular from now on?” There is a creeping sort of sadistic glee in her voice that Hizashi would probably find more alarming if he weren’t suffering. “Because you certainly do smell delicious.” She finally rolls off of Hizashi, scattering the few remaining essays as she does. He decides to focus on leaning forward and trying to breathe.

Shouta sits up as soon as she is out of his space and squints up at Hizashi, looking slightly alarmed. (He thinks, it's hard to see through the still present tears and still not-present glasses. Hizashi is very blind and very deaf and currently very injured, thank you very much.) “I haven’t synched with them.”

Even in his current state, Hizashi can hear the faint traces of uncertainty in his voice. Nemuri pounces.

“I really think you have, Shou-chan,” She does sound at least a little sympathetic this time. “It can’t be a coincidence that you’re in pre-heat the same time as the little snugglers.”

Shouta sits in silence for a solid minute, blinking up at them both before he hauls himself to his feet with a growl.

“I should have expelled them all on the first day,” he hisses and stalks back out the door, trailing the scents of green tea and disgruntlement behind him.

Nemuri bursts into laughter all over again.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Writing Commission - Where I Want To Be - Chapter Two

Summary: Yamada Hizashi, better known as the Voice Hero Present Mic, is a busy man. He has classes and students to teach English to, an agency that always seemed to be in the middle of a disaster to help deal with, and a radio station that was one bad show away from being cancelled to run. He doesn’t have time for a bad day triggered by nightmares and fears and anxieties that just never seem to stop.

Luckily for him, his partners are Aizawa Shouta and Yagi Toshinori and neither of those two are very good at leaving Hizashi to suffer alone.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    

Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 29,323

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WARNINGS FOR: Past childhood abuse (both emotional and physical) and anxiety attacks verging on panic to PTSD episodes. Please read with caution if needed.

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Hizashi wasn’t sure how he had managed to survive the car ride to U.A. when both Toshinori and Shouta kept poking and prodding and worrying but survive he did. It helped that they lived so close to campus since Hizashi had barely managed to keep a smile up before he was abandoning the two in the parking lot and scampering into the school. 

Toshinori had looked sympathetically understanding at Hizashi’s bullshit excuses of needing to search his office for ‘misplaced’ files, Shouta only watching him evenly with his damn knowing expression, but it was fine. Hizashi was fine- Alright, no, he was nowhere near fucking fine, but like hell he was going to let it ruin everyone else’s life.

He loved his boys and he knew they would always be worried about him, but Shouta had a homeroom to get to and Toshinori had training lessons to prepare for students later in the day. Hizashi even had his own work to do, and he would do it, he just needed a few minutes in his office to pull his act together.

It helped that the school, even this early before classes, was filled with noise and laughter and talking. It drowned out any possibility of silence to the point where all Hizashi had to worry about, in that moment, was resisting the urge to claw at his face. He knew he was damn well fine and that he could talk and use his quirk and do whatever he wanted, but he just needed a few minutes to convince himself of that.

He just needed to get himself together and focus. The privacy of his office would give him twenty or so minutes to have a complete breakdown and then he could focus on finding his lessons plans for the day. He needed to make sure he had completed grading the tests for class 2-B, as well, and- 

“Yamada-sensei?” Trying not to jump at the student that had addressed him, or the fact that someone had approached him without him noticing, Hizashi glanced over to see one of his third years watching him, which explained the use of his last name. The first years still had the habit of calling him ‘Mic-sensei’ more often than not. “Are you… Are you alright?” 

“Alright?” Hizashi blinked, looking down at the kid, because, alright. He hadn’t expected that. Then again, Tanaka tended to be more observant than even some of the teachers. She also was a third-year hero student, so she had seen him in quite a few classes. Jeez… to think he was that bad off that even a student could sense it, though. He was losing his touch. “Of course, little listener! Just a late start this morning is all!”

Tanaka stared at him for a long moment, obviously not buying his bullshit because she actually had a brain unlike some of the other students Hizashi had been forced to deal with during his teaching career. Thankfully, the kid knew the meaning of mercy, finally nodding with a smile, “Sorry, sensei, you know how I worry about things, sometimes. Have a great day.” 

With that she was turning and heading down the hallway, Hizashi not sure if he should be worried or amused. Then again, it wasn’t the first time a student had caught on to one of his bad days -- it certainly wasn’t his first time having a bad day while still needing to teach. He shouldn’t let it get to him, really. Tanaka was an overly observant third-year hero student. It would have been odd if she hadn’t noticed something a little off with his attitude considering his typical energy levels. 

That didn’t, however, explain all the others. 

It seemed like every couple of feet Hizashi was getting stopped by a student who asked if he was okay, had a very obvious ‘question’ that he knew they knew the answer to, or, in one case, he had just been stared at before being told to go home and ‘get some goddamn fucking rest, Christ, sensei.’ The last one might have worried him if it hadn’t been from Bakugou, of all kids. 

It was actually Shouta’s class in particular that seemed to notice his dour mood the most, almost all of them creeping up to check in with him or talk to him with some excuse or another as he made his way through the halls. A few asked about homework assignments, a couple just talked his ear off for a few feet, and one or two, like Kouda, had asked him a few things in sign language; which was rather nice, he supposed. It was also heartbreaking. 

Typically, it was the third-year students who noticed his, and other teachers’, bad days. It was the third-year hero students who always seemed to notice; the ones who had gone through internships and had seen firsthand how terrible the world could be. They were the ones who had seen the worst villains could offer. 

Hizashi supposed, with that in mind, he couldn’t be surprised that it was Class 1-A that had noticed what was wrong with him so quickly. The kids had seen more than they ever should have had to when they were so young, but it had made them smart and attentive to things they should have never noticed.

It was Tenya who he was trying to shake off most recently, which was impossible. As if it wasn’t bad enough with the kid being responsible for his classmates, it was the same kid that Hizashi had grown up babysitting in high school and beyond. “Are you sure you don’t need to take the day off, Yamada-sensei?” 

“I’m fine, Tenya,” Hizashi stressed, being careful to lower his voice. The kid had made it clear that he did not want his classmates to know two of his teachers had babysat him when he was a baby. “It’s just a bit of a bad day, but Shouta already knows. No doubt he already called up your brother just to spite me, too.” 

“What you call spite is what they call taking care of you,” Tenya frowned. It would have held more weight if Hizashi hadn’t seen that same frown when the kid was seven and arguing about why cookies before dinner was the ‘proper’ way to eat. “I understand and respect your work ethic, but wouldn’t it make more sense to rest instead of overexerting yourself?” 

No, it wouldn’t, because resting meant he would be alone, and it would be silent. Hizashi, on a bad day, could not handle it being silent. Quiet he could and would gladly handle, soft sounds and dim noises were merciful on the typical headaches that came about from stress as the day dragged on, but silence? Present Mic was never one for silence; Yamada Hizashi even less so. 

“For the last time, kiddo, I’ll be fine,” Hizashi stressed, giving the kid a soft pat on the back. “Why don’t you go catch up with your friends, huh? They’re probably already finding trouble.” 

Hizashi, knowing how the kid was like a dog with a bone, didn’t give Tenya a chance to argue before he was finally -- finally -- slipping into his actual office and shutting the door. It was an effort to not collapse against it as he sucked in a shaking breath. 

While he tended to do most of his work in the teacher’s lounge with the others, as Head of the English Department he was given his own office to help keep things in order. It also made a nice place to hide and try to drag himself together as mental images flickered past him every time he so much as blinked for a moment too long; images of events that had happened long ago.

“It was just a nightmare,” Hizashi said to himself, noise shattering whatever silence dared to linger in the room as his throat struggled to push the words out. Fear crept up his spine along with the familiar feeling that talking -- making noise -- meant he would be in danger. “It was just a dream of something that can never happen.” Not again, at any rate. 

It would never happen again and it was fine. He would be fine because he had things to do. He had reports to collect from homeroom teachers, he had warnings to give out concerning the students who were doing too poorly, and he had assignments to grade. There was plenty to do to keep him busy and there was plenty to do that needed to be done. First, though, he had a class to prep for. 

It took more effort than it should have, but soon enough Hizashi was greeting his first English class with a burst of cheer, “Good morning, my little listeners!” The words were barely out of his mouth before Hizashi felt his heart stutter and sink, throat threatening to snap shut at just how much effort it took to force the words out. “And how are you all this morning!” 

There were the usual tired grumbles of complaint at being awake and alive, Hizashi forcing his smile to stay in place because of all the days, of all the days, it was not one where he had time for his body to try and go nonverbal. Besides, there was no reason to. He was fine. He was safe and fine and in a place that encouraged him to never shut up.

It was fine, though, Hizashi thought firmly to himself. He could power past his body’s stupid reactions because he did not have time to go nonverbal on a day where he had to teach. Him, the Voice Hero, who taught a language class in a school full of stupidly observant children did not have time to go nonverbal. 

“Mic-sensei?” A second-year had her hand in the air even as she spoke before being called on, worried frown growing on her face. “Are you alright-?”

“I am a-okay, lil’ listener! Just trying to figure out where to start your lesson today when there’s so many fun things to teach you!” For someone with a voice quirk, talking had always been easier than even breathing. In that moment, though, it felt like neither could be accomplished no matter how much he fought. “Hm, since we’ve almost wrapped up with our most recent section, why don’t I let you guys start the worksheets a day early! You can get a head start today and still have the rest of the week to finish them up!”

The distraction worked, most of the kids perking up at the idea of having extra time on an assignment. There were no arguments, even from the less academically enthused. It was all the excuse Hizashi needed to pass out the worksheets and force the instructions for the day out before he was collapsing back into his chair. 

He would still no doubt be asked questions by his students, but at least he wouldn’t be trying to force himself to speak for an entire class period nonstop. It would be easier on his nerves and anxiety, too, if he gave in to the urge to be quiet for a short while. Ah, if only Shouta could see him making up excuses to not talk -- then again, that would probably just lead the man into panicking.

It was fine, though. He would just- “Sensei, I have a question about the first problem.” Already a kid was in front of his desk and looking pleading and ah… Hizashi was fucked, then. “And the second and third ones, too.”

“O- Of course, lil’ listener!” Hizashi hated everything. Why had he become a teacher? He should have just stuck with the pro-hero thing. Fuck, he should have just stuck with the DJ thing. “What do you need help with first?” 

“What’s the difference between verbs, adverbs, and adjectives in the English language, again?” The student looked completely serious. A single look behind him showed at least three other students that were looking ready to ask their own questions as soon as they could. 

“Ah, well… let’s start by telling you what each one means, yeah?” Hizashi shot back weakly, forcing a smile on his face as he resisted the urge or bash his face against the desk. If he were lucky, it would just be a few kids and that would be it for the rest of the day.  

Unfortunately, Hizashi remembered that he was a pro-hero who taught at a school for future heroes. He was never lucky. He could never be lucky in those circumstances. It was proven, with brutal efficiency, in each moment after his first class. 

Students seemed to have forgotten everything he had taught them, teachers seemed to be having their own bad days and looked ready to kill him with each warning note he handed out, and Hizashi was pretty sure that at least six of his students were plotting some grand scheme to kill him so they would automatically pass English.

The hours before a free moment of time had felt like they lasted lifetimes, Hizashi barely making his way into the teacher’s lounge and wobbling over to his desk. The only thing that had him looking up after he collapsed into his chair was the soft sound of ceramic against his wooden desk. A look at a teacup led him slowly but surely up into the softly smiling gaze of Toshinori, “You seemed like you could use something of a pick-me-up.” 

God, why was this man so fucking sweet? Hizashi had to fight against the urge to break into sobs. If he did then it would probably make Toshinori start to cry, and then if Shouta found the both of them as crying, pathetic messes they would be doomed; embarrassingly doomed. Finally, after what was possibly hours, Hizashi managed to respond with just enough accompanying energy to make a pleased smile. “Have I mentioned that I love you deeply, yet? Because if not, we need to make it a daily thing.”

“I thought it already was a daily thing,” Toshinori laughed, taking a seat beside him and careful and slow as he tucked a few stray strands of hair back behind Hizashi’s ear. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Typically? As perfect as you,” Hizashi teased, the words just a touch easier to get out than they were before. If nothing else, it was at least easy to talk to Toshinori. There was also the knowledge that lingered, at the very back of his mind, that he would be safe to talk in the man’s presence. Who was a better deterrent to fear than the Symbol of Peace, after all? “Truthfully? Like I woke up in a hospital and they shoved me out before finding I was worse off than they thought.

“Thank you for that description,” Toshinori replied, tone as dry as the fucking desert. “I’ll be sure to ask again later why you seem to be intimately familiar with that chosen comparison.” It was an effort to not laugh, Hizashi burying his smiles behind a sip of tea.

When he was sure he wasn’t going to laugh, he managed a somewhat stern expression that he copied straight from Shouta; eyes narrowed, lips pursed, and accusing look in his eyes, “And I suppose you have no knowledge of skipping out on medical care?”

The flash of guilt was far too satisfying, especially when Toshinori clucked his tongue and reached out to give a light, playful tug to Hizashi’s ear. “I don’t want to even start to hear that from you.” After a moment, his look softened, thumb moving to brush against his cheek. “How are you really doing, sweetheart?”

“I…” Hizashi trailed off, setting the teacup down and giving a quiet sigh as he leaned back in his seat. “Definitely not as good as I could be,” Hizashi finally responded, Toshinori looking sympathetically understanding. “It just…”

Hizashi trailed off, trying to find the right words as he scraped a hand across his lower cheek and jaw, feeling nothing except skin that he had already scratched raw and thin scars that were near invisible. He had a feeling he would have kept trying to dig and find those goddamn straps if Toshinori hadn’t been watching him.

“I just need some time,” Hizashi said, dropping his hand. “Just a little.” He just needed a few quiet moments to pull himself back together and get ready for his next class. 

“Perfect,” Toshinori grinned, moving himself and his chair into Hizashi’s space before pulling out his phone. “You can be quiet, then, why I show you some pictures that young Midoriya sent me the other day.” 

Hizashi didn’t even get to try to say anything before Toshinori’s phone was in his face showing a picture of an adorable bunny rabbit with long, floppy ears with an accompanying message below it of, ‘I found a picture of you, Sensei!!!’ It was the sweetest, most adorable thing ever and Hizashi, for as tense and wound up as he was, could feel himself melt. 

Toshinori seemed to sense he had won because he wasted no time in showing him a plethora of cute animal pictures and pro hero memes that he barely seemed to understand but found amusing all the same. Hizashi couldn’t find the energy to quite laugh like he might have normally, but the smile that slipped out felt genuine rather than the forced one he had worn for his earlier classes. 

As all good things tended to do, however, it came to an end, Hizashi looking at the clock as he heard Toshinori finally turn his phone off, “Hizashi… are you certain you don’t want to leave early for the day?”

“I’ll be fine,” Hizashi laughed off, knowing it sounded as fake as it felt. “I told you, I’ve got work to get done today. No time for rest when it comes to heroes, hm?”

“I suppose,” Toshinori said softly, expression so gentle. He, of all people, knew how hard life could be for a pro-hero. “I wish it was different, though.” Yeah, Hizashi wished it could be different, too, but, well. This was their lives.

For the moment, at least, Hizashi felt safe to talk. It was quiet, but there was background noise that showed the world was still moving. His head ached and he still felt pressure trying to lock his voice away, but he was present. That was about all he could ask for.

“Don’t we all wish it were different, somedays?” Standing up and fighting to take a breath as weight seemed to press down all around him, Hizashi managed something of a smile as he gathered his things. “Don’t worry, Toshi. I’ll be fine to get through the day and then you and Shouta can complain and worry and smother me as much as you want tonight.” 

“A moment that can’t come soon enough.” Toshinori looked up at him, stopping him with nothing more than a touch to his wrist. “Hizashi… are you sure you’ll be okay?” 

Hizashi could feel himself soften as he leaned over to kiss the top of the man’s head, enjoying the flustered blush and few snickers he could hear from other teachers in the room, “C’mon, hero,” Hizashi teased. “Give me some credit, hm? This isn’t my first bad day. It won’t be my last, either. 

Gathering his things and standing properly, Hizashi straightened his sunglasses after a quick wink, “Besides, it’s not like the Voice Hero can be expected to be voiceless, hm?” Toshinori’s answering smile was sad, but it was so understanding. It was all Hizashi needed. “Don’t worry, hero. I have everything under control.” 

[phoenixkaizen]

Just Like You

Summary: Prompt fic. Aizawa and All might in high school, and Aizawa is getting teased for being gay, Toshinori tries to cheer him up with cuddles Author's Note: Another prompt fill from tumblr! Alright so the title of this fic is the song title Just Like You by Louis Tomlinson. Louis is literally my favorite singer ever and I've been watching him since his X Factor days with One Direction. I tend to use his song titles in a lot of what I write. This song just seemed fitting for this scenerio. Warnings: Bullying, Homophobic slurs, talks of suicide but not by Shouta, language, a pissed off Toshinori, Enji is suddenly... niceish?

Faggot. Queer. Homo. You're disgusting. You deserve to die. Just do everyone a favor and kill yourself. Every single word constantly rang through Shouta's head as he walked the halls of U.A. Recently, he had accidentally came out to his class when they were talking about one of the pro heroes who had recently come out. It had slipped out before he could even catch himself. Ever since then, it seemed like the entire school knew of his sexuality. Now every step he took was followed closely behind by verbal abuse of so called heroes to be. Even members of other classes had gotten involved. Support, General, Business. Apparently it didn't matter. He was only in his first year. He had three more years of this torment. He was still the same Shouta that they knew before he had came out but now it was a complete one eighty. He had been isolated. He was already close to being an outcast for his quirk but now he was an outcast. Only five people remained by his side. His fellow classmates and friends, Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada and his friend from Class 2-B, Nemuri Kayama. Lastly, his own boyfriend Toshinori Yagi from Class 3-A. The only people who knew of his relationship with Toshinori were his friends. Toshinori wasn't technically out of the closest but he didn't really care. Toshinori didn't care about who he was in a relationship with as long as if he loved them. Toshinori was the sun of Shouta's life. His smile couldn't lighten up a room. His laugh was contageous to those around him. Some day, Toshinori was going to be the Number One hero. Shouta knew it in his gut. Shouta just hoped that he would still be by Toshinori's side by then. He hasn't exactly told Toshinori about him being a target of the constant teasing and bullying. Hizashi and Oboro did their best within Class 1-A to keep them down at bay but some of them still managed to sneak by. Nemuri had been trying everything to keep Class 2-B off of his back but it also failed ninety percent of the time. Thank god, it was lunch time. No one ever messed with him during lunch because Toshinori sat with them along with Enji Todoroki. Cause for some god forsaken their rivalry in class came out in lunch too. Oddly enough, Enji knew of Shouta's sexuality but didn't say anything. All the Hellflame user said was who cares. His reaction had shocked him the most. Enji Todoroki should have been at the head of the teasing but instead he just sat with them and glared at others who even sent a wrong look in Shouta's direction. It was strangely comforting. Enji happened to be very intimating. He was broader than Toshinori is but Toshinori had height on him. Shouta should of known his luck was running out. Toshinori, Hizashi, and Oboro were deep in conversation about god knows what three sunshine people talk about. Enji occasionally threw in a comment while Nemuri ate in silence while scrolling through social media. Shouta held his book in front of his tray as he also ate in silence. A noise escaped him as his book was ripped from his hands. He turned to look at the culprit but a gasp left him as he felt a liquid cover splash over his head and down his body. He quickly identified it as soda from the stickiness it left behind. The other occupants of the table jumped up from their spots but froze as the boy from Class 3-B, Hiroto Terasaka, leaned down until he was eye level with Shouta. "Fags don't belong in hero society. They would never accept you. Why don't you drop out and go sell yourself on the corner like the whore you are." One the boy stopped talking, he turned his tray upside down and onto Shouta's head. Shouta held out his hands in front of him as he looked down at his lap in shock. Tears prickled his eyes as the older boy's words tore through him. The lunch room broke out into laughter as the teen chackled at his work. A loud crash caused Shouta to look back up. Toshinori now stood in front of him and the now empty tray that belonged to Terasaka was in the floor. Shouta couldn't see the blonde's face but just by Toshinori's body language he could tell the elder was livid. The laughter in the cafeteria fell to a dead silence. Shock and disbelief came to the faces of the other students as they looked at Toshinori and Terasaka. Terasaka sank underneath the piercing gaze from the blonde. "What the fuck did you just say?" Toshinori growled. Tersaka smirked. "I told the stupid little fag to go to the job that would fit him best, of course. He is a little slut after all." The teen said. Shouta watched in awe as Toshinori grabbed the other third year by the front of his uniform and jerked him forward. "You disgust me. You're supposed to be becoming a hero and you are tearing him down. For what? Being gay?" Every word was laced in venom as Toshinori spoke. Tersaka physically shook in Toshinori's hold as he tried to wiggle away from Toshinori's grip. "He's a little faggot. He doesn't deserve to be a hero." Toshinori chuckled and released Tersaka. The other teen falling to his bottom on the floor and his eyes locked onto Toshinori. Shouta held his breath as Toshinori gazed over his shoulder to the Erasure quirk user. "Shouta, how long as this been going on. By the look on your face. This isn't the first time." Shouta swallowed the lump in his throat. The normally soft blue eyes were now cold as ice. A frown covering his face that normally held the smile that would make Shouta's heart skip a beat. "Since Frostbite came out. My classmates were arguing over a gay man being a hero and I accidentally came out too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. The anger on Toshinori's face only grew deeper. "That was two months ago, Shouta. Who has been doing this to you?" Toshinori's voice was deep, almost coming out as a growl. Shouta shook his head. At this point, he didn't even know who it was. There was at least three people from each class. "It's almost every class in each year, Yagi-senpai." Hizashi said, the Voice user knowing that Shouta wasn't going to talk. "We've managed to keep our class off for the most part, but they still find a way." Oboro added, his voice laced in regret. Toshinori looked away from Shouta, his glare settling on the other occupants of the room. "You should be ashamed of yourselves." Toshinori stated, his voice raising as he looked out at the other students. "You are making fun of, teasing, bullying, assaulting a fifteen year old because he just so happens to like the same sex?!" Toshinori scoffed. "Within this school is over a hundred students that hope to be heroes one day. From what I just got told, even the hero course is involved in this villainous act." The blonde shook his head, climbing up onto the table that he had been formerly sitting at. "You want to be heroes?! How can you even call yourself a hero in training if you are acting like a villain?" Shouta looked out at the other students, watching the remorse and guilt cover most of their faces. He looked up at his boyfriend and whispered, "Toshi, please. Just leave it alone." The blonde looked down on him. "Absolutely not." He said, looking back out to the others. "Shouta Aizawa will be a hero and he will do it whether you like it or not. He was born to be a hero. I watch him work his ass off every single day after school. He has so much heart in him that he didn't even tell me about this." A smile came to the blonde's face, his gaze softening. "If you want to tease someone for being gay, well you better start coming after me too." Murmurs filled the cafeteria as Toshinori spoke. "I've been dating Shouta Aizawa for six months now. I met him before he started at U.A. and from the moment I saw him... I knew he is the person I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. So if you want to act like a villain, do it to me. I will have absolutely no problem putting you in your place." Shouta's eyes widened as he watched Enji completely stand up, climbing up onto the table next to Toshinori. "I'm not gay but Yagi's right. This isn't right. Aizawa did absolutely nothing to any of you. As far as I'm concerned, you are nothing but villains. I want to be a hero, and Shouta is Yagi's boyfriend. I will protect him the same way I strive to beat Yagi for the Number One spot." Enji stated, his voice booming through the room. Hizashi, Oboro, and Nemuri all stood up and taking a spot in front of the two third years. "You'll have to go through us too. I'm not going to play nice anymore." Oboro hissed. "Be a villain. You won't last long here." Nemuri said, her normal sweet voice coming out harsh. Hizashi added, "I can't believe this is what U.A. has come too." Toshinori looked to the others with a smile. "You see, we belong to U.A. High, a pretigous school for heroics. If you want to be a hero, stop acting like someone who is different from you is beneath you. That's not who a hero is. At this moment, I'm disgusted that I even know some of you people." Toshinori said, hopping down from the table and standing in front of Shouta. "C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up." The blonde muttered, holding out his hand. Shouta smiled softly as he reached out and placed his hand in Toshinori's. He allowed the blonde to guide him out of the cafeteria and to the men's locker rooms. Neither of them said a word as Toshinori helped Shouta get out of his soaked uniform. The blonde hummed softly as he turned on one of the showers and scrubbed the food and soda out of the ebony locks. Toshinori didn't care as the water splashed onto his uniform as he continued to rub soothing circles into Shouta's scalp. "Why didn't you tell me, Shouta?" Toshinori questioned softly. Shouta shrugged with a sniffle. "I guess I was scared too. I don't know why. I thought I could handle it. I never meant for you to come out when you didn't want too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. Toshinori sighed, placing his thumb underneath Shouta's chin and forcing him to look up at him. "Shou, I don't care if anyone knows I'm gay. I'm still the same person I was before. If they want to treat me different than that's on them. I would shout it to the world that I'm stupidly in love with you." Toshinori said, using his other thumb to wipe off a stray tear that found it's way down Shouta's cheek. "I can't yell like Yamada-kun can but I would do it any day. You mean the world to me." Shouta gave a watery smile and leaned forward, placing his head against Toshinori's shoulder. "Thank you." Toshinori smiled, reaching over and shutting off the tap before pulling away from Shouta to hand him a gym uniform. "Now, put that normal scowl on your face and let's get back out there." Shouta nodded with a new found confidence. "Okay." x School was out for the day and Shouta laid in his bed with Toshinori next to him. The older teen held Shouta close to him, drawing random shapes into his back as Shouta cuddled closer. The ebony haired teen felt tears come to his eyes as the words from the bullies came back to his mind. Would it change now that the number one student in U.A. came out as gay. The same student that everyone was rooting for to be the Number One Hero. Toshinori just pulled him closer. "Don't let them get to you, Shou. They are nothing compared to you." The blonde muttered, placing a soft kiss into Shouta's hair. Shouta sighed. "It still hurts." Toshinori rubbed his hands over Shouta's back. "I know, Shou. For now, let's just lay here and forget the world. Even for a moment." Shouta smiled as he cuddled further into Toshinori. He craned his neck so he could see Toshinori's face. "I love you, Toshi." "I love you too, Shouta." Toshinori smiled, leaning forward and kissing Shouta deeply. The warmth of Toshinori's body against his, the feel of his arms wrapped around him, maybe just being held. It made him feel better, knowing that he had Toshinori by his side. Just Toshinori's smile told him that everything was going to be okay.

[midnightphoenixdream]

Just Like You

Hey everyone! fallenangelofhades/midnightphoenix dream here! So my original blog got terminated for whatever reason. I’m reposting all my prompts I had received from my fluff prompt post. I believe this one was from an anonymous user. 

Summary: Prompt fic. Aizawa and All might in high school, and Aizawa is getting teased for being gay, Toshinori tries to cheer him up with cuddles Author's Note: Another prompt fill from tumblr! Alright so the title of this fic is the song title Just Like You by Louis Tomlinson. Louis is literally my favorite singer ever and I've been watching him since his X Factor days with One Direction. I tend to use his song titles in a lot of what I write. This song just seemed fitting for this scenario. Warnings: Bullying, Homophobic slurs, talks of suicide but not by Shouta, language, a pissed off Toshinori, Enji is suddenly... niceish?

Faggot. Queer. Homo. You're disgusting. You deserve to die. Just do everyone a favor and kill yourself. Every single word constantly rang through Shouta's head as he walked the halls of U.A. Recently, he had accidentally came out to his class when they were talking about one of the pro heroes who had recently come out. It had slipped out before he could even catch himself. Ever since then, it seemed like the entire school knew of his sexuality. Now every step he took was followed closely behind by verbal abuse of so called heroes to be. Even members of other classes had gotten involved. Support, General, Business. Apparently it didn't matter. He was only in his first year. He had three more years of this torment. He was still the same Shouta that they knew before he had came out but now it was a complete one eighty. He had been isolated. He was already close to being an outcast for his quirk but now he was an outcast. Only five people remained by his side. His fellow classmates and friends, Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada and his friend from Class 2-B, Nemuri Kayama. Lastly, his own boyfriend Toshinori Yagi from Class 3-A. The only people who knew of his relationship with Toshinori were his friends. Toshinori wasn't technically out of the closest but he didn't really care. Toshinori didn't care about who he was in a relationship with as long as if he loved them. Toshinori was the sun of Shouta's life. His smile couldn't lighten up a room. His laugh was contageous to those around him. Some day, Toshinori was going to be the Number One hero. Shouta knew it in his gut. Shouta just hoped that he would still be by Toshinori's side by then. He hasn't exactly told Toshinori about him being a target of the constant teasing and bullying. Hizashi and Oboro did their best within Class 1-A to keep them down at bay but some of them still managed to sneak by. Nemuri had been trying everything to keep Class 2-B off of his back but it also failed ninety percent of the time. Thank god, it was lunch time. No one ever messed with him during lunch because Toshinori sat with them along with Enji Todoroki. Cause for some god forsaken their rivalry in class came out in lunch too. Oddly enough, Enji knew of Shouta's sexuality but didn't say anything. All the Hellflame user said was who cares. His reaction had shocked him the most. Enji Todoroki should have been at the head of the teasing but instead he just sat with them and glared at others who even sent a wrong look in Shouta's direction. It was strangely comforting. Enji happened to be very intimating. He was broader than Toshinori is but Toshinori had height on him. Shouta should of known his luck was running out. Toshinori, Hizashi, and Oboro were deep in conversation about god knows what three sunshine people talk about. Enji occassionally threw in a comment while Nemuri ate in silence while scrolling through social media. Shouta held his book in front of his tray as he also ate in silence. A noise escaped him as his book was ripped from his hands. He turned to look at the culprit but a gasp left him as he felt a liquid cover splash over his head and down his body. He quickly identified it as soda from the stickiness it left behind. The other occupants of the table jumped up from their spots but froze as the boy from Class 3-B, Hiroto Terasaka, leaned down until he was eye level with Shouta. "Fags don't belong in hero society. They would never accept you. Why don't you drop out and go sell yourself on the corner like the whore you are." One the boy stopped talking, he turned his tray upside down and onto Shouta's head. Shouta held out his hands in front of him as he looked down at his lap in shock. Tears prickled his eyes as the older boy's words tore through him. The lunch room broke out into laughter as the teen chackled at his work. A loud crash caused Shouta to look back up. Toshinori now stood in front of him and the now empty tray that belonged to Terasaka was in the floor. Shouta couldn't see the blonde's face but just by Toshinori's body language he could tell the elder was livid. The laughter in the cafeteria fell to a dead silence. Shock and disbelief came to the faces of the other students as they looked at Toshinori and Terasaka. Terasaka sank underneath the piercing gaze from the blonde. "What the fuck did you just say?" Toshinori growled. Tersaka smirked. "I told the stupid little fag to go to the job that would fit him best, of course. He is a little slut after all." The teen said. Shouta watched in awe as Toshinori grabbed the other third year by the front of his uniform and jerked him forward. "You disgust me. You're supposed to be becoming a hero and you are tearing him down. For what? Being gay?" Every word was laced in venom as Toshinori spoke. Tersaka physically shook in Toshinori's hold as he tried to wiggle away from Toshinori's grip. "He's a little faggot. He doesn't deserve to be a hero." Toshinori chuckled and released Tersaka. The other teen falling to his bottom on the floor and his eyes locked onto Toshinori. Shouta held his breath as Toshinori gazed over his shoulder to the Erasure quirk user. "Shouta, how long as this been going on. By the look on your face. This isn't the first time." Shouta swallowed the lump in his throat. The normally soft blue eyes were now cold as ice. A frown covering his face that normally held the smile that would make Shouta's heart skip a beat. "Since Frostbite came out. My classmates were arguing over a gay man being a hero and I accidentally came out too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. The anger on Toshinori's face only grew deeper. "That was two months ago, Shouta. Who has been doing this to you?" Toshinori's voice was deep, almost coming out as a growl. Shouta shook his head. At this point, he didn't even know who it was. There was at least three people from each class. "It's almost every class in each year, Yagi-senpai." Hizashi said, the Voice user knowing that Shouta wasn't going to talk. "We've managed to keep our class off for the most part, but they still find a way." Oboro added, his voice laced in regret. Toshinori looked away from Shouta, his glare settling on the other occupants of the room. "You should be ashamed of yourselves." Toshinori stated, his voice raising as he looked out at the other students. "You are making fun of, teasing, bullying, assaulting a fifteen year old because he just so happens to like the same sex?!" Toshinori scoffed. "Within this school is over a hundred students that hope to be heroes one day. From what I just got told, even the hero course is involved in this villainous act." The blonde shook his head, climbing up onto the table that he had been formerly sitting at. "You want to be heroes?! How can you even call yourself a hero in training if you are acting like a villain?" Shouta looked out at the other students, watching the remorse and guilt cover most of their faces. He looked up at his boyfriend and whispered, "Toshi, please. Just leave it alone." The blonde looked down on him. "Absolutely not." He said, looking back out to the others. "Shouta Aizawa will be a hero and he will do it whether you like it or not. He was born to be a hero. I watch him work his ass off every single day after school. He has so much heart in him that he didn't even tell me about this." A smile came to the blonde's face, his gaze softening. "If you want to tease someone for being gay, well you better start coming after me too." Murmurs filled the cafeteria as Toshinori spoke. "I've been dating Shouta Aizawa for six months now. I met him before he started at U.A. and from the moment I saw him... I knew he is the person I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. So if you want to act like a villain, do it to me. I will have absolutely no problem putting you in your place." Shouta's eyes widened as he watched Enji completely stand up, climbing up onto the table next to Toshinori. "I'm not gay but Yagi's right. This isn't right. Aizawa did absolutely nothing to any of you. As far as I'm concerned, you are nothing but villains. I want to be a hero, and Shouta is Yagi's boyfriend. I will protect him the same way I strive to beat Yagi for the Number One spot." Enji stated, his voice booming through the room. Hizashi, Oboro, and Nemuri all stood up and taking a spot in front of the two third years. "You'll have to go through us too. I'm not going to play nice anymore." Oboro hissed. "Be a villain. You won't last long here." Nemuri said, her normal sweet voice coming out harsh. Hizashi added, "I can't believe this is what U.A. has come too." Toshinori looked to the others with a smile. "You see, we belong to U.A. High, a pretigous school for heroics. If you want to be a hero, stop acting like someone who is different from you is beneath you. That's not who a hero is. At this moment, I'm disgusted that I even know some of you people." Toshinori said, hopping down from the table and standing in front of Shouta. "C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up." The blonde muttered, holding out his hand. Shouta smiled softly as he reached out and placed his hand in Toshinori's. He allowed the blonde to guide him out of the cafeteria and to the men's locker rooms. Neither of them said a word as Toshinori helped Shouta get out of his soaked uniform. The blonde hummed softly as he turned on one of the showers and scrubbed the food and soda out of the ebony locks. Toshinori didn't care as the water splashed onto his uniform as he continued to rub soothing circles into Shouta's scalp. "Why didn't you tell me, Shouta?" Toshinori questioned softly. Shouta shrugged with a sniffle. "I guess I was scared too. I don't know why. I thought I could handle it. I never meant for you to come out when you didn't want too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. Toshinori sighed, placing his thumb underneath Shouta's chin and forcing him to look up at him. "Shou, I don't care if anyone knows I'm gay. I'm still the same person I was before. If they want to treat me different than that's on them. I would shout it to the world that I'm stupidly in love with you." Toshinori said, using his other thumb to wipe off a stray tear that found it's way down Shouta's cheek. "I can't yell like Yamada-kun can but I would do it any day. You mean the world to me." Shouta gave a watery smile and leaned forward, placing his head against Toshinori's shoulder. "Thank you." Toshinori smiled, reaching over and shutting off the tap before pulling away from Shouta to hand him a gym uniform. "Now, put that normal scowl on your face and let's get back out there." Shouta nodded with a new found confidence. "Okay." x School was out for the day and Shouta laid in his bed with Toshinori next to him. The older teen held Shouta close to him, drawing random shapes into his back as Shouta cuddled closer. The ebony haired teen felt tears come to his eyes as the words from the bullies came back to his mind. Would it change now that the number one student in U.A. came out as gay. The same student that everyone was rooting for to be the Number One Hero. Toshinori just pulled him closer. "Don't let them get to you, Shou. They are nothing compared to you." The blonde muttered, placing a soft kiss into Shouta's hair. Shouta sighed. "It still hurts." Toshinori rubbed his hands over Shouta's back. "I know, Shou. For now, let's just lay here and forget the world. Even for a moment." Shouta smiled as he cuddled further into Toshinori. He craned his neck so he could see Toshinori's face. "I love you, Toshi." "I love you too, Shouta." Toshinori smiled, leaning forward and kissing Shouta deeply. The warmth of Toshinori's body against his, the feel of his arms wrapped around him, maybe just being held. It made him feel better, knowing that he had Toshinori by his side. Just Toshinori's smile told him that everything was going to be okay.

[rip-in-peace-eraserhead]

BNHA Fic Ideas

Homeward Bound AU:

Eraser (a rare silver chested Maine Coon) and Mic (a hyper-intelligent cockatoo) have been captives of a rare pet trade for weeks when their savior comes in. Mighty (A golden-colored flemish rabbit) needs to get back to his stressed-out and very sick owner and the few younger pups and kits under his care.

Together they embark on a journey to return to their homes and maybe heal their broken hearts along the way.

Bad quirk day:

Class 1-A had grouped themselves during another trip to the mall, hoping that staying in groups would keep them safe. Nope. Now, most of class 1-A is affected by the quirk of a petty thief or small child.

And there are at least half-a-dozen quirks involved including but not limited to:

Body swap Animal transformation Quirk swap Fusion and a strange cross between de-aging and being able to see ghosts

Miss Shoto Todoroki:

Now out from under Endeavour’s thumb and finally allowed to explore her emotions and desires, Shoto has begun to recognize that she isn’t a boy and has no idea what to do with this information.  

Result: She panics.

OPM vs BNHA

Genos is the eldest and long-lost son of Endeavor. He needs to talk to Shoto after the funeral of their father but is ashamed of how he left his family behind.

Shoto is unsure about this newcomer and refuses to get his hopes up when the man (cyborg?) mentions Touya.

Tears are shed and bonds are mended.

Saitama is just in the background not sure if he should be more concerned about Genos or that green-haired kid in the background crying gallons of tears.

One For...Eraserhead?:

Soon after his first near-deadly fight with All For One, a common mugger takes down the still vulnerable symbol of peace. A young hero named Eraserhead finds the fight and scares off the mugger but for Toshi, he feels like it is too late. Delirious from the pain, Toshi recognizes Aizawa from Detective Naomasa’s stories and makes a last-ditch decision to give the fledgling hero his power so it doesn’t go the waste.

Aizawa is sure the man is just suffering from blood loss so he puts the hair into his mouth without the intent to swallow it but while trying to quickly tend to the older man’s wounds, he forgets about it there and ends up swallowing the hair.

By some miracle, Toshi actually survives and is frantic to meet up with the underground hero he gave his quirk to before the poor guy explodes or something.

Sleeping Scruffy:

Shouta gets hit by a sleep-inducing quirk that only dissipates after “true love’s kiss” (or the rush of the hormones that come with that kiss).

Hizashi is a mess with worry and ends up alone in the hospital room with his long-time best friend.

Just one kiss wouldn’t hurt.

Right?

The Siren and the Grumpy Guppy:

Despite the bad rep they get, when Aizawa sees a Siren that had gotten caught in a fisherman’s net, he decides to save him.

Soulmate Swap:

Izuku and Shoto (like all soulmates) switch bodies on Shoto’s 16th birthday and they are hella confused because their soulmate goes to their rival school. (Izuku shattered his arm before the UA exam and settled for Shiketsu.) They met only once before while saving Bakugou from the league while Izuku was in a vigilante disguise.

Now they have to deal with each other’s nosy classmates.

Warning: Under the cut is a gruesome summary of a very horrific fic idea. Please do not read if you are triggered by gore/knives or the suffering of BNHA characters.

Quirk: Cannibalism:

Tamaki doesn’t remember how long he’s been there or even where he is. All he knows is he failed his mission and now he’s going to be punished. They want him to be stronger but he can’t help the shake in his knees as the knife cuts through flesh as they scream. He always wants to scream back.

Instead, he cries.

[kaiunkaiku]

Welp, I wrote a fic | Ao3

Summary: Bakugou has a shit morning. Kirishima is a ray of sunshine. Aizawa does his duty as the unofficial father figure of the class.

Warnings: Implied PTSD, mentioned vomiting and nightmares, dissociation, chronic pain, my dialogue writing, also chaotic students. Some talk of trauma and therapy, reference to Todoroki’s bullshit family life

Enjoy!

Morning classes are no one’s favorites, except for perhaps Iida’s, but Aizawa, for all his hatred for the concept of doing anything before noon, doesn’t remember encountering this kind of a situation while teaching his current class. Mornings are, of course, in general quieter than the rowdy afternoons when the kids are fully awake, but he’s not quite used to the lack of annoyed grumbling, the occasional yell or the muffled, tired shushing that’s probably supposed to be discreet.

Instead, there’s only quiet whispering throughout the classroom, and a few glances thrown at the two empty desks. Aizawa is curious himself, and possibly a tad bit concerned, but maybe the kids are late.

The dorms being a five-minute walk away should have taken care of that problem, though. Of course he understands that sometimes students are late because of traffic or something he can conveniently put in the same category, but the dorms fixed even Kaminari’s perpetual lateness for the most part, and the majority of the class usually arrives in two or three groups.

If his memory serves him right, Aizawa doesn’t remember a single case of a student being absent and nobody bothering to notify him in the entirety of his teaching career. His students, especially in their first year, tend to be properly terrified of him at least enough not to skip class.

Then again, he still hasn’t expelled a single student from this class (although if it wasn’t for the current, inconvenient circumstances, Mineta would have been at least suspended a while ago for inappropriate behavior. He regrets not doing that at the beginning of the first year).

Right now, the empty seats of Kirishima and Bakugou seem to be glaring at him. It’s way too early for this, and maybe he could chalk it up to the boys being young and hormonal and in love, but Bakugou, despite his attitude and personality, is an exceptionally diligent student when compared to most of his peers.

But the possibility of them being late still stands, so Aizawa decides to give them a few more minutes to appear with a proper explanation and goes on to read Jirou’s argumentative essay on foreign language studying in elementary school.

He has three pages left, because this girl has opinions, when out of the corner of his eye he sees a shock of blonde hair approaching him with what looks suspiciously like a smartphone instead of a textbook or a notebook. Judging from the way Kaminari’s fingers fidget around the device and the slightly terrified look on his face, he’s well aware of the fact that phones are strictly banned in the classroom with the sole exception of searching information concerning an assignment, and this could very well end up with his phone in Aizawa’s desk drawer for the remainder of the day.

Aizawa does recall seeing Kaminari fiddling with his phone earlier, too – in fact, he can just as easily recall at least Sero, Ashido and Midoriya doing the same thing, with several of their classmates occasionally checking their phones. Maybe he should have done something fifteen minutes ago, but if no one falls asleep thanks to the blue light they keep staring at, he’ll forgive them before nine AM.

Looking at Kaminari’s anxious expression as he walks to the front of the class like he probably would to an executioner that hasn’t been given an order yet, Aizawa is starting to be fairly sure he won’t be seeing Kirishima or Bakugou in his classroom today. Behind Kaminari, a few other students are nervously glancing around and furiously tapping at their phones. Several phones vibrate simultaneously, telling Aizawa with certainty that they’re all screaming in their group chat. He briefly wonders what the thing is currently named, because he knows for a fact that at one point it was called Adopted by Aizawa and another Is nobody in this goddamn class straight (that one, Aizawa wonders himself, too, at times, but considering that he’s been in a relationship with a man for well over a decade, well, he supposes he doesn’t have much to say to that).

Kaminari’s phone buzzes, too, but he doesn’t even look at it, which leads to the logical conclusion that whatever the reason is for him to be bringing a phone to Aizawa instead of an exercise, it’s more important than what’s undoubtedly obnoxious, emoji-filled caps lock mess of “what the fuck are you doing” directed at Kaminari.

Deciding to give the kid a break, Aizawa sighs and looks up at Kaminari. He makes sure not to glare, because that would be counterproductive in this situation and just slow things down, and instead schools his expression into a neutral one.

“What is it?” he asks, not quite managing to keep the sleepiness from his voice. Kaminari glances down at his phone, the light of the screen briefly reflecting in his eyes, and then focuses his eyes on Aizawa’s face.

“Um,” Kaminari starts, already stuttering on the one syllable. “I, uh, well,” he mumbles, and his eyes wander somewhere behind Aizawa and then to the desk. Aizawa raises one eyebrow as Kaminari glances at his phone again. The rest of the classroom has gone silent – even the constant buzzing has stopped.

“Kirishima says Bakugou’s sick,” he then mumbles, words leaving his mouth fast and surprisingly quiet. “That’s pretty much all I can get out of him, but, I mean…” Kaminari drifts off, glancing nervously around again, and Aizawa is starting to suspect that he’s more afraid that Bakugou will blast through a window or a wall and continue on to blow up his head for even trying to suggest such a thing than he is of Aizawa confiscating his phone. “It’s gotta be pretty bad if he’s admitting it, right?”

Inclined to agree, Aizawa nods.

Kaminari is quiet for a moment, hands still fidgeting with his phone, and Aizawa looks at him expectantly. It’s still too early for this, and he’d like for Kaminari to continue if he’s going to. It takes way too long for Kaminari to take the hint before he clears his throat.

“So, uh, I figured I should probably tell you, since you’re the teacher and all, and, uh, yeah,” Kaminari continues, fidgeting. Aizawa almost feels sorry for the kid.

The rest of the class stares as Aizawa stands up from behind his desk. It’s unbelievably quiet, and while Aizawa appreciates them worrying for their classmates, he doesn’t really care for how obvious they are about it. They’re kids, of course, yes, but they’re also future pro heroes who should not look this concerned over what probably doesn’t warrant that level of concern.

It crosses his mind that he might not know something he probably should.

He straightens himself, taking note of his stiff arms – they’re always stiff, these days, and sore, and sometimes he can’t bend them properly – and sweeps his gaze across the classroom. Kaminari is still standing in front of him, fingers curled almost protectively around his phone.

“Iida,” he starts, and said boy snaps into attention immediately. “I’m stepping out for a second. You and Yaoyorozu are in charge.” Iida vocalizes his understanding and Aizawa knows he’s going to come back to absolute chaos because that’s what his class is. “Kaminari, back to your seat. If I see your phone again today, I’m confiscating it,” he remembers to say, and Kaminari scrambles back to his seat so quickly he almost trips over his own feet.

According to the security system in place at the Heights Alliance, the building is mostly empty, with the notable exception of two people in Bakugou’s room. The system is connected to his phone, as it is to the phones of all the staff members that deal with the students on a daily basis, and this is so much better than having the bots inform him of everything back when the dorms were still brand new. The bots are bitchy.

He sends a quick message to Hizashi to please go check on his class if he can find the time, and tells him to take every cell phone he sees even though he knows Hizashi won’t do it.

The walk is short, and Aizawa soon finds himself in front of Bakugou’s room. He knocks three times and hears footsteps from the other side, and then he’s facing messy red hair, wide, red eyes, and sharp teeth, making up one Kirishima Eijirou, who has no socks on and hasn’t styled his hair up.

The visible tension in Kirishima’s shoulders drains away as he recognizes who he just opened the door to, and his whole frame slumps in relief.

“Sensei,” he breathes out, before Aizawa has time to say anything. Then his eyes widen. “Oh, crap, I’m so sorry, I swear we didn’t mean to skip and we’re not doing anything stupid during school hours,” Kirishima starts, and suddenly he’s rambling in a slightly panicked way. Aizawa decides Kirishima isn’t in trouble for this.

“I just, I couldn’t just leave him here alone,” Kirishima continues, eyes flicking to where Aizawa knows the bathroom is. Then he freezes, and Aizawa cranes his neck to see what Kirishima is looking at.

There’s a digital clock on the nightstand, and Kirishima manages to whisper a soft “fuck” before he turns back to face Aizawa, eyes wider and now looking decidedly scared. “I swear I didn’t realize it was already almost nine,” he says in a meek voice, and Aizawa finally raises his hand between them to silence him. Kirishima’s mouth snaps shut.

“You’re not in trouble,” he says, and Kirishima relaxes. “Just tell me what’s going on. You told Kaminari that Bakugou was sick?”

Moving away from the doorway, Kirishima starts explaining as he lets Aizawa in. There’s a massive All Might poster staring at him.

“Yeah, uh, I don’t actually know what’s wrong.” Kirishima moves his hands helplessly. “He had a nightmare, which is nothing new, really, he has those, I have those, I’m pretty sure everyone has those," and oh, that's probably what Aizawa should have known but didn't, "but he was really out of it after, and now that I think about it he may have had a panic attack. And he was feeling sick, and so we’ve been camping in the bathroom since then. I think it was like five in the morning. He’s thrown up a few times,” he explains, hands fidgeting, as he nudges the bathroom door open with his foot.

Bakugou looks absolutely miserable.

He’s curled up to himself, hugging his knees to his chest, leaning on the wall next to the toilet, and he doesn’t even glance at the door when it opens, instead staring at a fixed spot in front of him. He’s wearing what looks like a Crimson Riot hoodie that’s a little too big on him, and his knuckles are white. The room reeks of sickness.

Kirishima sits down on the floor next to Bakugou, moving softly, and presses a kiss to his temple. “Hey there,” he murmurs. “I came back, you’re fine,” he continues, fingers settling to Bakugou’s hair, and on some level he reminds Aizawa of Hizashi. Bakugou doesn’t react.

Crouching down sends a twinge of pain from his knees to his hips, because today is apparently a shit day pain-wise, but Aizawa does it anyway. Being on eye-level with Bakugou, the kid looks even worse; his eyes are bloodshot and lips chapped, and he looks very pale. A quick check confirms that Bakugou isn’t wearing his hearing aids, so he digs his memory for sign language – he hasn’t seen Hizashi’s parents in a while, so he hasn’t  used  it in a while. He’s not exactly fluent in JSL, but Bakugou can hear something, so he’s going to make this work.

“Bakugou,” he starts, and fuck, the kid flinches. But the vacant look in his eyes clears, if just a bit, and Bakugou turns to look at him instead of the wall. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

Bakugou stares at him for a moment, a considering look in his eyes as if he’s trying to figure out something, and then swallows thickly. Kirishima hasn’t stopped running his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, and his previously free hand has slipped to hold Bakugou’s.

“I feel like shit and I want it to stop,” Bakugou croaks, tone detached and emotionless.

“Okay,” Aizawa replies, even though that did not answer his question. But Bakugou is clearly not lying, either. “I want to check if you have a fever, which means I’m going to touch your forehead,” he explains, trying to emphasize the words with a few key signs he doesn’t think he botches. He reaches a hand forward, but Bakugou interrupts him.

“I’m not sick,” he says, still without any emotion, but he sounds surprisingly convinced of this considering the unhealthy pallor of his skin and the fact that he’s been throwing up. Aizawa quirks an eyebrow.

“I’m going through some bullshit trauma response,” Bakugou continues, clutching Kirishima’s hand, “and it won’t stop.”

Which, okay, Aizawa can understand, because he’s been there, right down to describing the post-nightmare haze as bullshit trauma response when reality didn’t feel like reality and his body didn’t feel like his body. He can’t even imagine what it must be like to go through that at seventeen, because at the very least Aizawa himself was a proper adult and an actual, full-fledged, licenced hero with several years of experience when that particular brand of bullshit trauma response first hit him. Bakugou, on the other hand, is still a teenager, a student, a kid, and so is Kirishima.

He’s throwing Bakugou back to therapy starting tomorrow.

After the incident last fall, Aizawa made sure to force every single one of his students to sit down with a counselor. That lead to a few of his students agreeing to start therapy, and Aizawa keeps careful tabs on who’s going and how the rest of them are doing mentally; Bakugou quit at the end of the school year, Iida, Midoriya, Asui and Kirishima all sat a few sessions, Todoroki is still going, and if Aizawa is being honest, he doesn’t think Todoroki will ever get out of therapy. In any case, he does not need a repeat of a student having a mental breakdown and trying to kill a fellow student.

Looking at Bakugou now, Aizawa doesn’t think he’ll resist the idea too much.

Somehow, standing up is even worse than crouching down was. His knees protest, his ankles protest, his hips, his back, everything. It doesn’t matter, not right now. He’s an adult, and a teacher, and on duty.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he starts once he’s straightened up. Kirishima’s eyes snap up to him, while Bakugou continues to stare where Aizawa’s face just was. “I’m going to call the nurse’s office, and they’re going to send someone here to give Bakugou something to calm down. You’re both excused for the day,” he adds, because he figures Kirishima wouldn’t be able to concentrate in class anyway.

“They’re gonna sedate me,” Bakugou states bluntly, and there’s still the detached tone to his voice.

“Not if you don’t want to– “

“I don’t.”

“– but they’re still going to check you up to see if there’s something else wrong. Do you still feel sick?”

Bakugou nods slowly, and Aizawa resists the urge to sigh. The poor kid is in for a long day.

 XxX

Aizawa stays with the boys until a nurse whose name he doesn’t remember determines that Bakugou is dehydrated, exhausted, and indeed going through some bullshit trauma response; he’s damn near tachycardic, and apparently he’s been dissociating for hours. He won’t talk, so Kirishima provides information where he can – Bakugou still doesn’t seem to have a full grasp on everything that’s going on around him, not to mention what has been going on for the past few hours besides feeling horrible and confused.

In the end, the nurse gives him something to help with the nausea, and convinces him that a mild sedative is a better idea than continuing to feel like shit because he’s too wound up. Getting Bakugou up from the floor turns out to be the most difficult task, because he’s stiff as all hell and shaky on his feet. He doesn’t want to be touched, which is understandable but inconvenient, and once upright he wobbles and almost crashes into Kirishima.

Bakugou seems to fall asleep the second his head hits the pillow, and the nurse gives Kirishima some general instructions like keeping him hydrated and trying to get him to eat something, and tells him to call immediately if Bakugou starts getting worse or if his condition doesn’t improve in a few hours.

Finally walking back to the main building after reassuring Kirishima that yes, taking today off is fine and no, they’re not in trouble for not showing up to class, Aizawa swallows two painkillers dry and prepares himself for the mess that his class is likely to be when he returns.

 XxX

As expected, Aizawa comes back to absolute chaos.

Kaminari is draped over Sero in a vaguely disturbing angle. Midoriya and Todoroki are hunched over the former’s desk in what decidedly does not look like studying. There seems to be a dance party at the back of the classroom, attended by Ashido, Aoyama and Hagakure, with Jirou providing music. Iida and Yaoyorozu are both sitting at their seats looking defeated.

There’s a nice couch in the teachers’ lounge. He can take a nap there. It’s fine. Hizashi can do something about his class.

[crsinclair]

@balentay and @ibelieveinahappilyeverafter both wanted to know what happened next after this part and in my Daemon-Soulmate AU, so I typed up the next scene! Scene thing.  The part that comes next.

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Shouta is sullen and so upset with himself because of what he did and will barely speak a word to Sunshine, who is increasingly more worried by the day.  (Because how can he trust himself to look after Sunshine when he can't even touch his own daemon without hurting it?)

Hizashi has no clue what has happened, just that Tsuki is quieter than usual after the Sports Festival.  He can't figure out if it's because of the pain medication or because he spent a long time yelling at Tsuki for being a self-sacrificing idiot (and then crying for nearly a whole day after that, the jerk).  He does know that he shouldn't have won that last fight.  The other kid, Aizawa what's-his-name, was really good. Amazing, even.  And he definitely should have won that fight instead of him, who only won because Tsuki had jumped in at the last second.

After school a few days later he goes to talk to the teachers, trying to give up his spot as first place, trying to tell the teachers that Tsuki had disobeyed him and shouldn't have been anywhere near the fight to begin with, but the teachers shake their heads and tell him, “Heroes fight with their daemons all the time.  What happened in the Festival was no different.”

A week after that, the teachers tell Shouta that he's transferring into the Hero Course after being vouched for by the winner of the Festival.

Shouta feels. Angry?  Insulted?  A lot of things, but most of all he feels like his soulmate is taking pity on him.  Because surely Tsuki had told the blonde kid who he was, and now the blond feels like he owes him.  He hates it.  He doesn't need pity, he needs space, he needs to be alone, he needs to not hurt anyone -

So after the first day of class in the Hero Course, Shouta takes Sunshine, turns to Hizashi, and (carefully) shoves the tiny bird into Hizashi's hands.  “Take your stupid daemon.”

And walks away.

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Sunshine is a shrieking, squawking mess.  “No!  No no no no no!  Shouta can't be left alone!  He's, he's gonna, and then it'll be, but then we - “  Sunshine is making no sense, whatsoever, and Hizashi is having so much trouble understanding what's happening.

Because he felt that spark when he touched the bird.  Natural and perfect and like he'd found a piece of himself after searching for so long.  But at the same time, watching the new kid walk away was like half of him was stripped away and tossed aside. Was this.  Was this his daemon?

Was that...his soulmate?

He can barely keep up as the two daemons argue about what to do, walking home on auto pilot and only letting himself react to his chaotic emotions after shutting the door to his bedroom.  Tears well up and spill over and what if that was it?  He meets his own daemon and his soulmate turns his back on him?  Does he not like him?  Did he do something wrong?  What – what happened –

“Hey. You okay?”

Hizashi blinks and looks up, seeing the tiny bird looking at him with concerned eyes from the blankets beside him and Tsuki nowhere in sight.  He sniffs, wiping at his face.  “Where's Tsuki?”

“The cat?  He went to go after Shouta, try and talk to him.  We're just gonna wait for him to come back, hopefully after talking since into him.  Shouta's been in a mood for a couple weeks – I think it's because of the Festival and how he met his daemon.”  The bird hops closer and tilts it's little head to look up better at the human. “Probably beating himself up – which is silly, it's not like he knew that was going to happen, I've told him over and over – “

“Wait. Meeting his...?”  Hizashi furrows his brow and thinks, pushing his confusion and sadness aside to think that over.  It's not like the new kid and Tsuki had really interacted, the only time they've ever been in the same spot before today was –

“Oh. The Festival, when Tsuki jumped in.  Is that.  Is that when they knew?” And that explains why Tsuki had been so weirdly quiet. Hizashi pouts, tears welling up again.  “That's just.  Stupid.  Why didn't Tsuki say anything?”

“Shouta tends to take his time to process new things, so the cat might be similar,” the bird says encouragingly.  Tentatively it reaches up with a claw and climbs up onto Hizashi's pant leg, shuffling up until it can rest on his knee.  “So.  You're my human.”

Hizashi sniffs.  The bird sounded so hesitant yet excited.  “Y-yeah, I. I guess I am.”

“It's nice to finally meet you!” The bird hops in place, little crest fluffing up in happiness.  “I'm Sunshine!”

And Hizashi can't help the small giggle at that, wiping at his face and reaching out to brush a finger against a tiny, feathery cheek. “That's.  That's my name,” he says.  “That's my name, only English.”

The two of the chat quietly for a long while, getting to know the other half of their soul for the first time in over 15 years.

[izubabes]

Hiiiiiiiii! Could I get headcanons for Eraserhead (seperate pls!!)) and Present mic that have an s/o who can yodel really well,, like how they would react?? (sorry if this is weird aa)

Coincidentally, we had Vine/Meme Day at school today and someone was dressed up as the Walmart Yodeling Boy. I absolutely loved it. Your request is not weird at all, darling! I am here to please so ask and you shall receive! 💗

Aizawa had no idea people were actually capable of yodeling.

The only reason he knew about the talent was because his students kept replaying a recording of some random internet sensation dubbed “Walmart Kid” which he found slightly entertaining.

“DAAAAAADY!” “Shut the hell up, Kaminari!”

If superhuman powers could exist in this world then yodeling had its rightful place as well.

One day, he subtly brought up the subject and asked for your opinion on it.

“Oh, uhm… It’s uh, nice?”

You stiffened up while a faint blush scattered across your cheeks.

The restless thoughts in his head were appeased. He let out a sigh of relief and intertwined his hand with yours.

“Something wrong, dear?”

He noticed that you avoided starting into his concerned eyes.

“Shouta, I have a secret to confess.”

A cold sweat ran throughout his entire body. He must have offended you in some type of way.

“I… I am an expert at yodeling.”

“Could you elaborate?”

You hesitated but spoke. “I can yodel just like that child. Although, I believe my style may be more pleasant to hear.”

Aizawa chuckled and smiled warmly at you. “Why didn’t you say anything about it sooner?”

You sighed. “It was not a popular thing back then. It’s something I tend to keep to myself.”

He gave your hand a soft squeeze. “I think it is wonderful that you have a passion for it.”

You felt reassured by the man you loved the most. It was an enchanting feeling.

“Also, if you are comfortable with it… Could you demonstrate for my students? They’ll love you, I promise.”

“Okay.”

The next day, you were bombarded with all types of questions and comments from Class 1-A.

“How long have you both been together?”

“Is Mr. Aizawa asleep on your dates?”

“Where did you two meet?”

“What is your Quirk?”

“His S/O is appears to be the exact opposite of him, don’t you think?”

“Skincare routine?”

“You are so cool!”

“Do you have matching sleeping bags?”

“Favorite feature about Mr. Aizawa?”

It was a bit overwhelming to receive such massive attention from strangers. Eraserhead noticed and calmed his students immediately.

“Settle down, everyone. This exactly what I was worried about.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, Shouta. I like your students, they’re very energetic.”

“Alright,” he dismissed. “Who knows the reason I brought Y/N here today?”

“Did you hear that? They call each other by their first names. So cute!”

“Yes, Hagakure.” He said. “We do.”

Iida raised his hand. “Sir, I recall you saying that your S/O was going to present the art of yodeling to us.”

“Exactly, please quiet down–“ “DAAAAADY!”

You laughed at the attempt to mimic the Walmart Kid. “Kaminari, yes? You have the right idea of it!”

He was flustered by your words. “Really? Thank you! We want to hear you do it since you’re a professional.”

The time finally came and you placed yourself on center stage.

A bright little tune was all you sang but the students were stunned with how beautiful it sounded.

“Incredible!”

“Better than the meme!”

“Mr. Aizawa found himself a good one.”

You glanced at Shouta and he nodded in approval. His students crowded around you once again and praised your talent.

“That’s my S/O.”

Hizashi had heard the lively song from coming from the living room so he decided to investigate.

He was pleasantly surprised to find the source of it was his S/O.

“You never told me you could yodel, yo!”

“You never brought it up.”

Present Mic adores the fact that his S/O has a talent that resembles his Voice Quirk.

He will not stop bragging to everyone and everything that you can yodel.

“Hey! Did you know Y/N can sing really well?”

“Mic, that’s a cactus…”

“The whole world has to know, yo!”

He may or may not have exposed you on his radio show.

“This next song is dedicated to my lovely S/O, Y/N!”

Cue Walmart Yodeling Kid [EDM Remix]

You died of pure embarrassment, Eraserhead comforted you about having an idiot for a boyfriend.

He was so proud of you though, how could he not promote you?

You gave him the cold shoulder for three days.

Which was completely awkward considering the fact you both lived together.

“Listen, Y/N… I’m sorry about outing you like that.”

“Hizashi, sometimes you really need to learn how to keep a secret.”

“I am truly sorry, honey.”

“You’re forgiven.”

“YEAAAAAAH–“ “My ears!”

Present Mic wanted you to teach him all aspects of yodeling.

You gladly obliged.

God, how he instantly regretted his decision.

“Yodeling is a form of singing which involves repeated and rapid changes of pitch between the low-pitch chest register and the high-pitch head register or falsetto.”

“That’s seems simple enough, yo.”

Simple was understatement.

You’re off-key, Mic! Run through it from the beginning.”

“Y/N, we’ve been going at it for three hours.”

“I did not become this skilled overnight. Practice makes perfect.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You decided to give him a break after he appeared that he was going to lose his mind.

A pair wrapped around your waist and restricted you from moving. Hizashi put his on your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck.

“I need to recharge,” he sighed. “You are helping me do so.”

A few weeks later, you received a call from Aizawa. “Hey, Eraser? Is everything okay?”

“Take a listen to this…” He said sleepily.

Present Mic was yodeling his heart out at an immense volume. There was no doubt that he was using his Voice to amplify the sound.

“It’s a new technique he came up with,” Aizawa explained. “He won’t shut up, though.”

You smirked. “I know you have ways of silencing him.”

Your friend laughed. “If he comes home with a couple of bruises, don’t blame me.”

“You don’t live with him,” you replied. “Be grateful for that.”

“All thanks to you, Y/N. Hold on, MIC IF YOU DON’T–!”

The line went dead and you already assumed Shouta was ready to annihilate your loud ass boyfriend.

Hizashi came home later and sure enough he was bruised in various places. You stiffled back an amused smile.

“I’m back, yo!”

“Quite the adventure you had,” you said. “Shouta called to tell me about it.”

“I give all the credit you, my darling. Yodeling is a tough hobby. I don’t know how you do it so perfectly.”

“Practice,” You remarked and hugged your loveable partner. “The right company is a bonus too!”

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Season 1 Episode 7 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Hi there! I got this one done practically in a day, I was so happy to write it! This fight is one of the earliest instances of adrenaline-rushing action in the show and I love it. Unfortunately, from where Takara is, she can’t hear anything, so I just have to write it the way the episode plays out. 

Anyway, Here is the masterlist, as usual, in case someone just sees this chapter and wants to read the previous chapters.

I’m tagging @dailyojiromashirao and hoping they like the fight scene as much as I liked writing it, and @elite-guard-hardygal because they always really like my chapters and are a huge help in making sure I have everything planned out realistically and fangirling with me about upcoming arcs and moments in the show. And I want to give a shout out to @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 because I saw their likes on every one of my chapters so far, spanning out over the day. You go, Fandoms! That was awesome and I’m glad you’re interested! XD

Anyway, hope you all like this chapter!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

I try not to drag my feet as All Might leads us to the monitoring room. I’d wanted to try to boost Izuku’s confidence, but we were told to go to watch, and I can’t really argue with my uncle, so…

Here I am. The ‘villains’ had five minutes to set themselves up before the ‘heroes’ were set loose. I swallow. This would not end well, I could tell.

The worst part was that I couldn’t hear anything. From what I could tell, Izuku and Ochaco are studying a map of the building in silence and Tenya and Katsuki are searching for the weapon, Katsuki looking pissed and Tenya looking thoughtful, probably planing what they’d do as the ‘villains’ in this training. I really wish there was audio. It’d prove more helpful for grading, right? Toshin-Oji has an earpiece I noticed him putting in, but still. The class would go better if we could all hear, wouldn’t it? “You okay?” The question catches me off-guard. “You’re practically shrunk into yourself.” It was the boy with the tail, Mashirao. He was looking at me with concern. I straighten, smiling nervously.

“I just don’t think this will go well. Izuku and Katsuki don’t seem to have a good relationship. I noticed they had the same school uniform when Izuku and I involved ourselves in that sludge villain situation, and they seem to know each other enough to have a nickname or an insult they use instead of their names, but...Katsuki hates Izuku for some reason. Especially since Izuku’s ball throw.” I pointed out who I meant on the screen since most people don’t use first names this soon after meeting people. I only did it as a friendly gesture, but most people don’t. Mashirao nods.

“I forgot you were involved with that. I noticed the animosity, too, though. I just hope Bakugo can remember this is only a training game.” I bite my lip.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Alright, let’s begin the indoor combat training!” All Might exclaims. “Team A and Team D, your time starts now!” Instantly, the heroes were on the move, climbing the fire escape to get in unnoticed on the second floor. Smart. “Pay attention, kids.” All Might continues. “Think about what you would do.” I tilt my head, thinking. I’d probably try to find the villains using the Earth Quirk, but it wouldn’t provide the best or most reliable information, cus earth isn’t really what the building’s made of. It makes things blurry, but I could at least get a ballpark range to go on before moving.

Izuku and Ochaco move through the floor as quietly as possible, Izuku leading and scanning around corners before moving. Good plan. There are tons of blind spots indoors. An ambush was totally possible indoors.

...And apparently something Katsuki would do! He leaps out around a corner and Izuku barely has time to grab Ochaco and dodge an explosion. As the smoke clears, everyone in the monitoring room is stunned. “A sneak attack, Bakugo?!” Eijiro growls, pounding his fists together angrily as though Katsuki could hear him. “What kinda man pulls cheap crap like that?!” I shug, but Toshin-Oji beats me to replying.

“It’s a viable strategy.” He says. “It’s playing the part; acting like a true villain would.”

“It didn’t work.” Mina points out excitedly. “Midoriya dodged him!” Izuku was half-standing now, positioned protectively in front of Ochaco. However, he’s shaking in terror as he gets into a fighting position, telling Katsuki something.

Probably something to the effect of ‘I’m not backing down and you can’t make me’ or something.

“Look, there he goes!” the boy with a black streak in his blonde hair cries. I look and see Katsuki racing toward Izuku, yelling by the looks of it, drawing his fist back to attack. I gulp. Can Izuku keep dodging? Or will Katsuki get a hit in?

Whoa! Izuku caught Katsuki’s grenade-looking gauntlet?! Izuku then pivots and throws Katsuki over his shoulder, slamming him as hard as possible onto the ground. A round of shocked gasps ring the group. “Yeah! Go Izuku go!” I cheer. Eijiro smiles.

“That was pretty hardcore. Standing and fighting even though you’re scared is pretty manly.” I nod.

“And heroic.” I add. Katsuki is roaring at Izuku, creating tiny threatening explosions in his palms as he yells.

But, before Katsuki can go anything, he taps his ear and growls while looking down like someone does when talking on the phone.

Do Katsuki and Tenya have an earpiece, as well? Looks like it, given that Tenya has his hand over his ear, as well. Then gets pissed all of a sudden as Katsuki turns back to Izuku. “Hey, who’s Bakugo talking to?” Eijiro asks. “I’m not hearing anything. Can we get any sound with this video?” All Might turns to Eijiro.

“He’s got a radio in his ear so he can talk to his partner. I gave it to him before the match started, along with a map of the building. Also, this.” He holds up a small roll of white tape. “A roll of ‘capture tape’.” He explains. “Wrapping this around your opponent means you’ve apprehended them and they’re out for the rest of the game.” Mina tilts her head.

“Wait, so there’s a fifteen minute time limit, and the heroes have no idea what floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?”

“Correct.” Toshin-Oji replies.

“Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here. A big one.” She points out. I have to agree with her, but...at the same time, there’s situations like this virtually everyday. Heroes have to gather information and react quickly in unknown territory and against unknown assailants. Part of being a hero is deducing and acting on those deductions very quickly. Toshin-Oji smiles at her.

“Real pros have to outwit villains on a day-to-day basis.” He counters. “That’s life; even when the odds aren’t in our favor, we fight!” I raise a fist.

“Yeah!”

“All together now!” All Might calls and I know what he’s about to say and join in the group in crying out ‘That’s going Plus Ultra!’

“Monsieur, he’s on the move.” Another blonde boy with a suit of armor and red sunglass-type things on his face points out. Katsuki was the one on the move, leaping at Izuku and kicking at him. Izuku manages to block the kick with his forearm, yelling something and Ochaco leaves. Izuku then moves and I see the capture tape wrapped around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki then punches at Izuku again, powering it with an explosion. Izuku seems to have planned for that somehow and dodges again.

“Whoa, this guy’s really good.” A brown-haired boy with a tan suit on muses. The kid beside him, wearing a tape-dispenser themed suit, by the look of it, nods.

“Yeah! He’s holding his own and he hasn’t even used his Quirk yet!” Izuku then decides to run as Katsuki prepares to launch at Izuku again. Katsuki seems surprised, yelling and chasing after him. I scoff.

“Bad choice, Katsuki.” I muse. “He’s forgotten all about Ochaco, which leaves Tenya to handle her.”

“Yes, but young Iida seems to be handing things fine on his own.” Toshin-Oji points out. Curious, I look over to the camera where the weapon is and flinch. Toshin-Oji was right.

Tenya’s moving everything that Ochacho could use to float and attack with. Danggit! I mean, really smart move, anticipating his opponent’s strategy similar to what Izuku’s doing with Katsuki, but I can’t help rooting for Ochaco. She’s a nice girl and I’d hate to see her upset. I then look back and see Katsuki getting increasingly pissed, those small explosions in his palms flashing again.

“That guy has some serious anger issues. Kinda scary…” The black-streaked blonde boy murmurs, a touch of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. He thinks he’s the top and that everyone’s out to get him.” I add. “He’s pissed at anything that even might hint at challenging his inflated ego. And with Izuku starting to fight back, that’s adding fire to Katsuki’s rage.”

“Very insightful, young Yamada.” All Might muses, giving me a thumbs up. I grin and nod back. I wasn’t mad he was using my last name; I didn’t need the attention All Might using my first name might generate.

I tear my eyes away from Katsuki’s pursuit and Izuku’s evasion to see that Ochaco has arrived at the weapon room. Tenya looks deep in thought again. I wonder if he’s saying something. With that helmet on, I can’t tell. Suddenly, Ochaco laughs and Tenya turns, pointing at her. She flinches.

“Well, that was weird. I wonder why Ochaco laughed?” I ponder aloud.

“Tenya tends to take things too seriously.” The green-haired girl replies. “He’s probably doing the same here and Ochaco found that funny somehow.” I nod.

“That’s probably it.” I muse. Tenya gestures to the empty room, probably overdramatically rambling about his advantage, now that he was a ‘villain’. Suddenly, a flash on a lower screen distracts me. I look down and gasp.

Katsuki’s found Izuku, and is just standing there. “Wait...his gauntlet flashed.” I point out. “What does that mean?” I ask rhetorically. Izuku looks confused, too, as Katsuki talks, for the first time not looking like he’s yelling. Katsuki extends his arm, smirking confidently and Izuku flinches. Katsuki then cocks the arm of the grenade back, revealing a pin. My eyes go wide. Suddenly, I realize what’s happening. I’ve been wondered how the explosions worked, and figured it must have to do with something in his body, like sweat. So...if he wears those gauntlets...theoretically, they could store his sweat and- -“Stop the fight!” I exclaim. “Katsuki’s gonna level the whole floor!”

“What do you mean?” Eijiro asks. “How do you know?” Panicking, I gesture to the gauntlet.

“I was thinking about how Katsuki’s Quirk works. And I think those gauntlets store whatever fuels those explosions! Those gauntlets are literal grenades!” All Might nods, but doesn’t say anything. “Please, All Might! Stop this right now before someone gets hurt!” I cry as Katsuki grips the pin.

“Young Bakugo, don’t do it!” Toshin-Oji suddenly roars. “You’ll kill him!” I feel my heart skip as Bakugo continues pulling the pin, yelling something in reply. I cry out in shock as Izuku is blasted back down the hall and into a room, the hall decimated.

“Izuku!” I scream. This was insane! “All Might, stop the fight! Katsuki isn’t going to stop if you don’t make him!” All Might just stands there! What is he doing?!

“This is nuts!” Eijiro exclaims as the ground shakes with the force of the blast. I search every screen desperately for Izuku, but can’t see him through the smoke.

“Come in! Come in, Midoriya!” All Might cries, searching the screens, too. As I look, I see Ochaco taking advantage of Tenya’s confusion to try to grab the weapon, using her Quirk on herself. However, Tenya reacts quickly and moves the weapon to the other side of the room. I then look for Izuku again and see him cowering on the ground with some relatively minor burns, all things considered, as Katsuki emerges from the smoke like a predator who has his prey right where he wants him. Izuku taps his ear and seems to ask Ochaco a question, probably asking her status. Katsuki flinches, eye twitching in irritation at being ignored.

Good. Maybe if he’s blinded by anger, Izuku can capture him and help Ochaco. “Sir, isn’t this getting out of hand?” Eijiro asks, pointing to the wrecked hall and Katsuki’s intimidating figure. “That Bakuo’s acting real crazy!”

“Yeah.” I agree. “You should stop the fight before Izuku gets killed!” All Might doesn’t react, eyes glued to the rivals who were preparing to fight.

“Bakugo’s gonna kill him!” Eijiro presses worriedly, watching Katsuki’s eyes go wild with rage.

“Not so.” All Might says after a second. I flinch.

“What are you talking about?!” I exclaim, forgetting momentarily that he was my teacher, not my kind-of uncle. “Katsuki is after blood! Specifically Izuku’s!” All Might shakes his head.

“Bakugo’s posturing fiercely, but he doesn’t intend to kill young Midoriya.” He explains.

“How do you know that?” I ask, but All Might raises his microphone.

“Bakugo, use that stored up power again, and I’ll stop this fight; your team will lose.” He warns sternly. Katsuki’s eye twitches and he looks madder than ever. “To employ such a strong attack indoors is to invite the destruction of the stronghold you’re supposed to be protecting. That’s a poor strategy!” He scolds. “Whether you’re a hero or a villain! The penalty will be a massive loss of points.” Katsuki releases a huge scream and races toward Izuku, leaping up to attack from above. At least he’s only allowed hand-to-hand now. Izuku might have a chance. However, Katsuki changes course mid-air with an explosion and blasts Izuku’s back. I hiss in sympathy. That had to hurt!

“What was that move?!” Eijiro growls, watching as Izuku stumbled, eyes scrunched in pain, back raw and steaming from the blast.

“He doesn’t come off as a guy with a strategy,” A boy with white hair, half covered in ice and wearing a white jumpsuit points out, eyes narrowed in thought. “but he’s actually quite intelligent.” I frown. I hated to admit, even to myself, but...that guy had a point. That move took skill and practice.

Just how long has Katsuki been preparing to beat the shit outta people?!

“What’re you talking about?” Eijiro asks. I tilt my head, arms crossed.

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Mid-air course changes are tricky to calculate.”

“Precisely.” Momo joins in. “He had to calculate the physics and demonstrate complete control over his Quirk. It requires an extreme amount of precision.” The ice-boy nods.

“He changed his trajectory mid-air using a blast that doubled as a smoke screen.” I gulp.

“That Katsuki really goes all out, huh?” I mumble, drawing out a small chocolate and unwrapping it before popping it in my mouth. I wanted to keep my blood sugar up for my fight, whenever that will be.

“Yeah, and he’s uber talented, to boot.” The blonde kid with the black streak adds, groaning. “I hate it.” I shrug.

“It is what it is.” I reply around the half-melted chocolate. “No sense getting bent out of shape about it.” I then gasp in shock as Katsuki smashes his right arm into Izuku’s burnt back. Izuku screams in agony as Katsuki then grabs Izuku’s arm and performing the same move Izuku had used, but powered by an explosion. I put my hand over my mouth as Izuku bounces a little off the floor with the force he’d been slammed with. Dear god, how long is this gonna go on before All Might stops this?! Katsuki is testing the boundaries. If Toshin-Oji doesn’t establish them soon, Izuku is literally toast.

“This is hard to watch.” Mina moans, biting her lip. “All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not kill him!” I nod, swallowing.

“Y-yeah...All Might, you should put a stop to this. Katsuki won’t stop attacking until you do.” I point out. “Please.” He doesn’t turn, eyes riveted to the fight.

“That Bakugo is certainly acting like a villain.” I turn to see a boy with a crow’s head glaring at the screen as he speaks.

“I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched in terms of combat power.” It’s the black-streaked-blonde kid again. I frown.

“Not really.” I reply, shaking my head and sighing. “Think about it; Izuku’s Quirk damages his body, so Izuku can’t use it very flippantly, like Katsuki seems to be doing. Izuku has to make every shot count cus there’s a steep price for every one.” I nod toward the screen. “When Izuku does use his Quirk, he’ll win, but it won’t be pretty.” The boy shrugs.

“Well, Bakugo still seems like a natural at all this stuff. Midoriya might not even get a chance to use his Quirk.” I gulp. 

“Let’s hope Izuku thinks of something. And fast.” I mumble, biting my lip. Izuku manages to get away, practically crawling after Katsuki’s onslaught. “Get out of there til you think of something.” I urge him, even though Izuku can’t hear me.

“He’s running away?” Mina asks.

“Not very manly, but he doesn’t have a choice.” Eijiro points out. “He’s outgunned, unless he’s got some kind of plan.” I nod.

“Knowing Izuku, he definitely has a plan. Or, at least, the beginnings of one…” Izuku goes to a window and braces as Katsuki stomps toward him. I swallow. Izuku ducks his head, probably telling Katsuki something before glaring up at his oppressor. I really wish there was some audio to this...ugh.

Suddenly, the boys rush each other, that strange glow from the ball throw back in Izuku’s arm and Katsuki’s hand prepping for a blast.

“What’re they doing?!” I screech. “Izuku, no!”

“They’re gonna kill each other!” Eijiro exclaims worriedly. “Sir!”

“You have to stop the fight!” I add. “What are you waiting for?!” All Might hesitates. “Sensei!” I bark.

“Both of you, stop!” He roars, but neither do, then All Might’s eyes suddenly snap to the camera with Ochaco and Tenya. Ochaco grabs a pillar, eyes hard in determination. Izuku’s arm then shifts to punch straight up instead of attacking, meaning only his other arm was protecting him from burning alive!

“Izuku!” I scream again, but I can’t look away. Suddenly, as the building trembles and splinters at Izuku’s raw power, I realize what Izuku’s plan was; break the building to give Oachaco something to attack Tenya with in order to retrieve the weapon. She succeeds and the heroes win. Katsuki glares up at the hole in the ceiling, screaming something at Izuku, who responds, wobbling on his feet before falling over. Whatever Izuku said had shaken Katsuki, who stands there, trembling and staring at nothing.

“You...you did it.” All Might breathes into the mic moments later. He then regains his composure. “The hero team...wins!” I gulp. Izuku was passed out on the ground and Ochaco looked ready to hurl.

Yeah...they won, but...was it worth the cost? Victory at this steep a price...almost isn’t worth having.

“What a weird way for this to end.” The blonde who’d been the most vocal muses, frowning. “The losers are practically untouched, but the winners are both on the ground.” I gulp. All Might took our distraction at the conclusion to the fight to slip out.

“I guess victory doesn’t always come easy, but this is ridiculous!” I snap, getting angry at All Might for not preventing Katsuki going as far as he had and at Katsuki for being too wrapped up in his anger at Izuku to hold back for the sake of their training. However, I have to bite my tongue. This wasn’t the place for me to express my anger at my uncle without raising suspicions.

“Yes. But, how does that old saying go? ‘They may have lost the battle, but they won the war’.” The boy with the bird head muses, eyes closed grimly.

“This class is intense.” The green-haired girl moans, eyes wide. I growl.

“It shouldn’t be. This is a training exercise. A damn game!” I decide to make it sound like I was only mad at Katsuki. “But no! Katsuki had to go too far and lose sight of that fact!”

“Whoa, Yamada, cool it.” The verbal blonde says, eyeing me worriedly.

“Don’t.” I reply tersely, then take a deep breath. I didn’t need to make enemies today. “Sorry. The name’s Takara, please, and Katsuki just hurt my friend. I can’t ‘cool it’ right now.” The boy chuckles.

“Okay, then. My name’s Kaminari, but I guess you can call me Denki, since you want me to use your first name.” Denki then winks at me. I smirk.

“Whatever you say, Kaminari.” I tease, feeling a little better. Denki flinches like I’d hit him.

“Aw, c’mon!” I then wink at him and chuckle before walking away to stand by the boxes for drawing lots for the next two teams. All Might approaches soon with Katsuki sulking in after him. A minute later, Ochaco and Tenya line up beside Katsuki, facing the class. Seeing the guy who hurt my friend right in front of me made something in me snap.

“Oi! Katsuki!” I growl, stalking over to him. “What the hell were you thinking?!” I snap, shoving him. “You could have killed Izuku, you know that?! You weren’t a hero out there! You were literally a villain! A spoiled brat who can’t accept a challenge! You need to get a grip or so help me, you’ll be the next one in the nurse’s office!” He just...stands there, trembling. Was he...was he seriously this upset? I take a half-step back. What was going through his head?

“Back. Off.” He growls. I decide it isn’t worth pressing him, so I glare at him as I move back to pay attention to what All Might was about to say.

“Don’t throw a tantrum like that again and I won’t have to get in your face.” I call over my shoulder, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Toshin-Oji. No one seems to want to reply directly to the scene I’d caused.

Truth be told, it was stupid of me to confront Katsuki, but...it felt kinda good to vent some of that rage building inside me.

And yet...it wasn’t very satisfying, either. Katsuki hadn’t responded. He’d just told me to back off. And he was still right where I’d left him, shaking. I didn’t know what emotion was going through his head, but I knew it wasn’t good.

In a way...I kinda almost feel a bit bad for him. He seems like the kinda kid that’s grown up hearing how flashy and powerful his Quirk is, and how he’ll be an awesome hero one day, working hard to prove them right and steamrolling anyone who doubted him in his aggressive, cocky way.

But now, with Izuku previously being Quirkless (thus, probably a weakling in Katsuki’s eyes), but ‘suddenly getting a Quirk’ and then winning against Katsuki, to boot, it probably whacked the guy real hard.

I had to talk to him after class. This kid definitely had issues. A lot of them.

And Lord knows those people are the ones I can’t resist at least attempting to help.

Let’s just hope I make it out alive.

[yourboyfriendaizawa]

No one asked for this but this is my self insert blog so here’s some headcannons about my specific relationship w Aizawa:

How we met:

My quirk is Vibroacoustics (you can read more about what that entails here), and so I work as a nurse for my day job when I’m not out being a rescue hero because my quirk allows me to soothe patients both bodily and mentally a la the vibrations caused when I use my voice

I like to believe we’d first met during an event concerning a villain but we hadn’t interacted extensively. Still, I found him intriguing and my interest was immediately peaked

The first time we were formally introduced was during one of the annual sports festivals when I was called in to assist Recovery Girl becuase so many kids wind up getting injured during the preliminary rounds. It’s usually small injuries like scrapes and bruises, but there’s a lot of them, so during this time UA employs a handful of extra help to lend a hand

We meet when he comes to check in on one of his students after they were injured in the obstacle course and I’m treating them. We make small talk, and I’m glad to see him again

We meet several more times under similar circumstances until UA hires me on as Recovery Girl’s assistant

Once I start actually working at UA, Hizashi starts inviting me out with the rest of the staff on the weekends and occasionally Aizawa is there as well. We start talking more and eventually my intrigue develops into a full blown crush

And tbh? It just sort of falls into place from there. We both find we enjoy spending time together and like each other as more than just friends and now we’re dating and in love.

The relationship:

Between our respective day jobs as well as hero work, sometimes we go a few days without seeing much of each other, but we knew from the beginning that our primary focus was going to be on our work so that mutual understanding makes it feel ok

When we do spend time together though, it’s generally spent at home lazing around, rather than going out. We get enough of that from our jobs.

Shouta’s primary love language is physical touch, so he loves to have physical contact with me whenever I’m within reach, whether it be something as small as having a hand on my let or around my shoulders as we lounge on the couch or full on wrapped up in each others arms taking a nap, he just enjoys the closeness

My primary love language is words of affirmation, which in the beginning was a struggle because, as you can imagine, Aizawa is not particularly forthcoming with verbalizing how he feels, and I’m terrible at asking for it because of my fear of being viewed as too needy or annoying

Over time we’ve both improved though. I’m more open with telling him when I need a reminder that he loves me, or when I need to be told something good about myself, and he puts forth and effort to say it himself unprompted when he can see I really need it but refuse to ask

We both have depression but when we have our respective low periods, we’re there for each other

Shouta gets more reserved and withdrawn when he goes through depressive episodes, talking less, throwing himself into work, and rarely taking the time to rest

During these times I make sure to remind him to slow down, to decompress, to let himself feel things instead of attempting to suppress them. My quirk helps with this.

Conversely, when I go through depressive episodes I tend to get executive dysfunction where I stop taking care of myself and other everyday tasks, or even stop getting out of bed altogether

When this happens, Shouta is gentle but firm in reminding me to get up and eat or take a shower, telling me that I’ll feel better if I change out of the clothes I’ve been wearing for four days straight and get out of the house for a while.

Overall our relationship has developed into something warm and comfortable, with open communication and mutual understanding and I love him

Miscellaneous info:

Shouta was actually the one to train me in hand-to-hand combat. I’d done a little bit previously in order to attain my hero license, but I wanted to better myself so I could be more useful in a fight and I knew he wouldn’t pull his punches just because we were friends. He’s a good teacher

We have a black cat named Poe, as in Edgar Allan Poe. Hizashi actually ended up naming him because Shouta is terrible at coming up with names and I’m awful at making decisions. When Hizashi suggested calling him Poe, because his class was studying the works of Edgar Allan Poe at the time, we just went with it

Shouta doesn’t really like sweets, but when baking for Christmas one year I noticed he had a fondness for shortbread cookies. I make them sometimes when he’s having a particularly stressful week.

He says he likes the sound of my voice. I insist it’s just becuase of my quirk. He insists he knows it’s not because he once used his quirk on me to test that theory out.

Neither of us can get on a good sleep schedule. We’re never sleeping enough. We usually sleep around 4 hours during the night, 6 at the max, on weekdays. Help us. Please.

[heroes-of-your-heart]

Present Mic, Katsuki, and Eraserhead with a transguy s/o who has mild insomnia, some self harm tenancies, and depression? I'm looking for comfort.

Hey anon, I did my best for ya.-Mod Martyr

Present Mic/ Hizashi

If you don’t take medication for the depression or insomnia, Mic is all for you seeing a doctor, cause he knows that, in some cases, meds can really help a guy out. He’ll also 100% clear his schedule to go to the appointment with you, if you want. Hizashi also gives 0 fucks about the stigma surrounding depression as a mental disorder. He’s there for you.

If you don’t want to take medications to help, Hizashi is still going to try and help you as much as possible. He may not understand that you aren’t ready to get that kind of help, but he’ll accept your decision. This man has his phone on vibrate 24/7 in case you text him feeling terrible. Hizashi has become a master of answering texts without being caught by his students or coworkers.

Once your relationship became serious, he gave you a key to his place. You’re encouraged to come over if you feel awful or can’t sleep. If you can’t muster up the energy, he’ll spend the night at your home instead, so you aren’t alone. Mic is very aware of how dangerous it can be to leave somebody with self harming inclinations and depression alone.

Lets face it, he’s probably woken up to get ready for work and found you sitting on his couch, half dead in a binder you’ve been wearing too long because you haven’t slept well in days/weeks. If this is the case, Hizashi will make you shower with him and give you a fresh set of way oversized clothes he has. He doesn’t even care if you want to steal a pair of his boxers.

He WILL send you texts to remind you not to wear a chest binder for over 8-ish hours. If you’re on HRT he also tries to make sure you adhere to the dosage and schedule that you need to.

Hm, oh boy, when Mic found you with fresh injuries from self harm, he was a bit shellshocked. He thought somebody had legit pinned you down and hurt you at first, but then he realizes how ridiculous that idea is. If somebody had done that, you would have fought, called him, something to that effect.

If he wasn’t meant to see them, he just pats your shoulder for a second, not sure how much physical contact you’re willing to put up with after him seeing. Hizashi’s first words are something like “It’s okay, I’m not angry or disappointed, just let me disinfect them. Please.”

The concern level went from 0 to 100 real quick when there are more injuries and scars than he expected. He cries a little bit, trying to tell you how much he loves you. He knows asking you to stop for him is the wrong thing to do, since you’ll feel guilty about the issue or feel compelled to hide it.

After that incident he asks you to at least cuddle with him that night and let him lay his head on you. He whispers that you’re the strongest guy he knows. Allmight has physical strength, but not the fortitude of spirit you do. Nobody else he knows is struggling this hard to live, and he’s so, so proud of you for making it this far.

Katsuki Bakugo

The first thing he found out about was the scars/injuries. This boy walked in on you just after putting your binder and undergarments on. At first you don’t understand why he stopped talking after coming in. Then you realize. This set of clothes doesn’t cover the scars. You fucking scramble to your bed and rip the top blanket off to cover yourself. He’s smart enough to know they aren’t just the usual scarring from injuries. They’re too neat and orderly for that.

Being bullheaded as he is, Bakugo isn’t leaving until you explain what’s going on. He’s only been with you for a few months, but you already mean a lot to him. He knows you don’t sleep very well, or very often, but the rest of your problems are still a mystery to him.

The short explanation of your coping mechanism isn’t smooth, and you’re clearly very upset that he knows now, but Bakugo doesn’t give one fuck if you’re upset. He leaves right out, not saying anything. You panic, wondering what he’s going to do, and try to throw on your clothes and shoes as fast as possible. You also toss on a coat and get ready to run. Bakugo was prone to violent, visceral reactions, and you knew it.

When you go to open your door to get away for a while, he opens it.

“Where the fuck are you going, sit back down.”

You’re probably shaking or crying at this point, and Baku seems to have no fucks to give. You step back, and he comes in, using his foot to shut the door behind him because his hands are full. He’s got a cabinet’s worth of medical supplies from the bathroom, and dumps them all on your bed.

Since you haven’t really moved from your place by the door, still shaking or crying, he comes to you. Bakugo rests his hands above your hips, even when you flinch at the contact, he doesn’t hesitate. “You’re not in trouble, you’re my boyfriend. You look after me when I’m hurt, I’ll look after you now.” Baku is so, so gentle in trying to mend your injuries. His calloused hands resting gently on your skin and his quiet shushing you is sweet. He’s all over you, like he usually is in private, but his chaste kisses are soft and excessive.

After that, he won’t leave. He’s dragging you into bed with him to lie around and cuddle. He asks you to explain exactly what’s going on, and is firm in his resolve to help you. Things are still pretty normal, but he tries to check on your mood more often.

When the depression is hitting hard and you can’t get out of bed, he’ll carry you. Bakugo makes sure that you’re decently clean. If he has to, he’ll make you lean over the bathtub so he can wash your hair. He’s very aggressive in trying to care for you.

If you let him, he’ll bring Kirishima over because Kiri will ramble on about how gentlemanly you tend to be, and how manly you are. Plus his energy is infectious, and sometimes you get a boost when he’s around.

Bakugo does a lot of research on self harm, depression, and insomnia to try and find some strategies to care for you when you feel awful. After all, you tend to him when he’s being an asshole, or is injured. To him, it’s not very different than that. He loves you and nothing will ever change that.

Eraserhead/Aizawa

He knows you’re an insomniac like him, how could he not? You’re usually awake when he is, and he knows you don’t take naps or go to bed early, so it’s the only available option left. You both text back and forth when you’re apart at night, things like cat pictures, memes, and reminders for the coming day.

If you’re together at night, it’s usually at your house. Aizawa actually sleeps more when he’s there, because your house is a pretty safe space to him. Having him around eases you a bit, because even if you can’t sleep you can stare at your lover all night and contemplate his gentle expression. It gives you something to do other than antagonize over how little sleep you’ll be running on tomorrow.

Since you’re a pro hero like him, he does worry about your cognitive functions being messed up because of the insomnia. It fucks him up sometimes, so naturally it’s gotta fuck you up too, right? Not with the amount of caffeine you drink. During your hero patrols, you carry energy bars, a thermos of coffee that’s so strong that it’s downright nasty, and some facial cleansing wipes to make you feel more clean and awake on the job.

Aizawa is so worried for you. He once saw you brew that gross coffee, and ever since has been wary of drinking any beverage you make. This guy loves being awake and alert as much as you do, but one cup of that shit can move him through a whole school day, and you drink a lot more than he does.

He also picked up on your self harming tendencies long before you told him, but he lets you decide when you’re ready. The little ticks you have like scratching at scabs or not caring about the pain of injuries are a couple of the things that tipped him off, as did the razor he discovered missing a blade in your cabinet. Living alone, you weren’t as careful as you used to be about hiding things.

When you finally think telling him is unavoidable, and do it, he asks very, very politely if he can see. The scars and injuries both fading and new surprise him with sheer numbers. He hadn’t quite expected this, but he’s ready. Aizawa reassures you that he loves you, and that if you ever need him he’ll be there. He also suggests seeing a doctor or licensed professional to try and find better coping skills. But he knows he’s the pot calling the kettle black, since his form of self injury is working himself into the ground.

Back when you first got together, he noted the excessive use of dry shampoo and day old clothes you wear, signaling that you don’t take great care of yourself. Hell, he’s the same way, sticking greasy hair up into a bun and spraying febreze on his clothes to make himself look and smell socially acceptable, if a bit lazy. Aizawa also has depression, and tries to stick around you on bad days so that you can suffer together. He takes medication for it, but there are still shitty days and nights.

Usually you’ll both get up to do house tasks together. Even though you’re both tired and dying on the inside, you can do just about anything together. On some days you’ll both clean your living space, on others it’s his being organized. You’ll both try to do the bare minimums: laundry, washing dishes, and airing out the apartments. This becomes a lot easier if you move in together, as do lots of other things.

Aizawa tends to buy both of you little self care kits. Bath bombs and lotion are some of his favorite things. Anything you ban both do together and relax is a blessing, and when you both take baths, he’ll lean your back against his chest and wrap his arms around you, letting the hot water soothe all of your collective aches and pains. He knows your injuries sting a little bit, but the qualities of the bath bombs he gets seem to be helping your scars fade faster, and your skin is soft too.

After the bath, it’s mug cakes and doing paperwork on the couch. It’s not as relaxing, but it’s easy to work while you’re together in your pyjamas. Every once in a while, one of you will lean over and kiss or just lean on the other, prompting a short break of smiling and exchanging gentle contact.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Writing Commission - Where I Want To Be - Chapter Four

Summary: Yamada Hizashi, better known as the Voice Hero Present Mic, is a busy man. He has classes and students to teach English to, an agency that always seemed to be in the middle of a disaster to help deal with, and a radio station that was one bad show away from being cancelled to run. He doesn’t have time for a bad day triggered by nightmares and fears and anxieties that just never seem to stop.

Luckily for him, his partners are Aizawa Shouta and Yagi Toshinori and neither of those two are very good at leaving Hizashi to suffer alone.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    

Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 29,323

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WARNINGS FOR: Past childhood abuse (both emotional and physical) and anxiety attacks verging on panic to PTSD episodes. Please read with caution if needed.

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“Do you think he’s alright? No, that’s a ridiculous question. Of course he isn’t alright. Should we go search for him? Or would he prefer being left on his own? He hates being left on his own, but maybe this is something he prefers dealing with on his own… Ah, what am I saying. You would already know, of course! Aizawa-san, what do we do?” It took a lot more effort than Shouta would have thought to not laugh at Toshinori’s panicked rambling and his overly polite tone; something that was typical of him when they were out in public.

Curbing the laugh into a soft huff of breath, Shouta rolled his chair over to where he was closer to Toshinori before gently nudging his foot, the both of them in the staff lounge having been waiting for Hizashi to arrive for lunch. The longer Hizashi went without showing, though, the more concerned Shouta found himself becoming. Toshinori, on his part, was becoming more panicked than anything else. 

The subtle contact seemed to wind the man down a few notches, Shouta pleased before Nemuri was breaking into their conversation, “Oh? Is Hi-chan still trying to do that thing where he avoids everyone when he’s in a snit about something?”

“He hates that name and you know it,” Shouta snorted, rolling his eyes as the returning tongue that was stuck out at him. It didn’t take more than remembering Hizashi to sober up, knowing how bad off he would already be. “It’s a bad day.” 

That had Nemuri clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, sympathetic expression on her face, “Aw, poor thing. He’s probably been just a mess today, hasn’t he?” As typical of her, Nemuri sounded a little too excited at the thought of an emotionally wrecked Hizashi. While Shouta rolled his eyes, Toshinori gave him a soft nudge to his side. 

“Is that normal for her?” The question was barely a whisper, Toshinori eyeing Nemuri like she was about to turn rogue. “Or should I be concerned about needing to defend ourselves from her?”

Shouta hummed, looking away from Nemuri with a disinterested expression he tried to hide his grin behind, “Nah, she’s terrifying, makes a mess of things, and has a sharp bite, but ultimately she can’t do any real damage. Just like a sewer rat, really.” 

The offended screech had him biting back yet another smile, Shouta standing with a groan and the soft cracking of his lower back. He ignored the worried looks from everyone who heard, instead turning to Toshinori and patting his shoulder softly, “I’ll go drag him away from wherever he’s hiding and bring him back so he can try to eat something.”

Working his way around the chairs, Shouta paused and dropped a kiss to the top of Toshinori’s head, ignoring Nemuri’s squealing as he watched the flush spread across Toshinori’s cheeks. It was sweet how easy it was to fluster him, sometimes. “Don’t worry,” Shouta said quietly, smiling at Toshinori. “You’re doing just fine with him today.”

The man was quiet for a long moment before he visibly slumped in relief, tilting his head back against the chair with a wry grin, “I forgot how terrifying being in a relationship can be, I think. Especially with other heroes.” 

“Mm, welcome to my life,” Shouta chuckled, hand falling down to press against Toshinori’s cheek before he was dragging his thumb against the man’s skin. “I’ll bring our idiot back. Don’t worry.” 

“I’ll always worry.” Toshinori’s look was absolutely smitten and Shouta really wished it was a better day so he could linger and smother the man in the affection he deserved. “Come back safe, hero.”

“Always for you two.” Shouta dropped one last kiss on top of Toshinori’s head before he was heading out of the staff lounge and straight towards Recovery Girl’s mini-hospital. The nurse’s office that had slowly become a fully functioning medical room and operating theater over the years had always been a favorite place of Hizashi’s -- especially when he was having a day like the one he was going through. 

It didn’t take long to reach the door, Shouta cracking it open and spotting Recovery Girl herself sitting at her usual desk and working away at a stack of papers. She barely looked up at him before she was pointing her pen towards one of the back rooms, “Bed number three from the wall. Make sure the idiot eats something.”

Short, to the point, and wanting absolutely none of their nonsense; Shouta knew there was a reason Recovery Girl was one of his favorite heroes. Giving a mumble of thanks, Shouta dug out his phone, digging through it before pulling up whatever playlist he was first to click on. Soft music rang out from his phone as soon as he was through the door and into the back room that he had been gestured towards.

Turning the volume down, Shouta moved to the third bed where, as he had expected, Hizashi was curled up and hiding under a pillow. His support equipment, specifically the speaker around his neck, was at least off and resting at the end of the bed. That meant Shouta didn’t have to worry too much about dealing with a suffocating idiot.

Walking over with enough force in his steps to be heard, Shouta didn’t hesitate to take a seat on the edge of the bed, setting his phone aside so the music was still softly filling the air. He let himself stay there for a moment, studying the tension in Hizashi’s shoulders and back before he was throwing his legs up onto the bed and turning to lean right against the man. 

“You know,” Shouta spoke up after a few more moments. “If you keep lying there like that and hiding under a pillow then you’ll ruin your hair before the day is even out.”

There was a half-hearted, almost bitter snort that would have been a bark of laughter on any other day, Hizashi shifting his head and pillow to peek up at him. “I’m insulted at the insulation that my brand of hair gel couldn’t handle the absolute worst the world has to offer.” 

“Mm, might want to get a refund for that, then,” Shouta shot back, gently placing a hand down on Hizashi’s back and rubbing softly for a moment. “Don’t talk if it hurts.” It was a toss-up, on some days, if Hizashi found that need of his to go non-verbal. Sometimes he had to speak, to keep up a constant run of words to prove that he could. Other times, though, Shouta knew the fear outweighed everything else. “Thought we had an agreement on you skipping meals?” 

Hizashi peeked up, staring at him before lifting his arm and signing one-handed a quick, ‘innocent,’ ‘Did we?’ The little shit was hiding a smile behind his arm, Shouta resisting the urge to shove him off the bed or ruin his hair. 

“Yes, we did. The agreement was you’re not allowed to skip out on meals, or I get pissed and Toshi starts crying. Do you really want to be known as the man who made All Might cry?” Ah, there was the buried hero worship that had Hizashi glaring up at him. It wasn’t much of a glare, but it was emotion on Hizashi’s face that wasn’t fear or distress, so he couldn’t complain -- not too badly, at least. “Plus, if you don’t come back with me, then that means Nemuri will be the one to come get you.”

Hizashi made a face at the very idea of the suggestion, slowly pushing himself up and trying to glare. It came off as more of a pout and Shouta didn’t bother to hide his smile, leaning over to brush a few strands of hair out of Hizashi’s face. There was even more of a pout before he was signing again, ‘How did you know I would be in here, anyways? Lunch only just started ten minutes or so ago didn’t it?’

“Something like that,” Shouta nodded, finally moving to get off the bed before Recovery Girl came in to yell at them about lazing around. Again. “I checked here first because you, Sunshine, tend to be a creature of habit.” The familiar name had Hizashi flushing a dull pink, Shouta grinning as the man grumbled under his breath as he got off the bed himself. “You always hide out in here when you’re going through an overload.” 

‘What can I say? Recovery Girl has the best nap spots in the whole school. And, unlike you, not all of us can fall asleep on top of bookshelves in the library.’ Hizashi’s look was purely judgmental, Shouta grinning as he gave the man a push to get moving as soon as his support gear was back around his neck. 

“I’ll have you know that I was never caught when I napped there.” Shouta held the door open, watching Hizashi carefully for a moment. That tension was still there, Hizashi wound up tight as if he would crumble or snap at any moment. He at least seemed more stable than that morning, but that wasn’t saying much. “I did them a favor keeping the top of those cases dusted, anyways.” 

Hizashi choked on a laugh, Recovery Girl glancing up at them as they crossed the room. The pen she pointed at the two of them had memories of high school flying through Shouta’s head with worrying intensity. The hero didn’t say anything for a long moment, finally just giving a sharp click of her tongue, “I don’t want to see you boys in here for two weeks. At least.”

‘Yes ma’am,’ Hizashi signed quickly before bolting out the door, Shouta mumbling something that was probably an agreement before he was following after Hizashi. As soon as he looked over, Hizashi was signing rapidly. ‘She’s scary, right? I know everyone says we’re crazy for being scared of her, but she’s so scary!’ 

“Imagine how much worse it is for me being the homeroom teacher of 1-A,” Shouta muttered, shaking his head. For as much as he admired Recovery Girl, she could be terrifying when it came to student safety. It made him briefly think about his kids. They were all going to give him heart attacks one day, for sure. Knowing a few of them, they’d think it was from the effects of a quirk and would go out to try and stop whoever had ‘hurt him.’ He hated how much he loved them. “Come on. Toshi and Nem are waiting for us.” 

Hizashi gave a subdued nod, Shouta watching him out of the corner of his eye and trying to resist the urge to bundle Hizashi up and drag him off campus back towards their home. It wasn’t hard to see how ragged and worn down he was, something that always happened when the man pushed himself when he should be resting. 

Days like these cropped up every so often considering their line of work, but Shouta would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected a bad day like this to hit. Hizashi had always pushed himself, working all of his jobs with the same focus and intensity as when he was out on the field as Present Mic. He never slowed down for even a second while he was working, wired up and ready to go until the crash hit -- and it always hit in the end. 

Considering how they had all been pushing themselves since Kamino Ward, and Shouta and Hizashi had run themselves ragged worrying equally about Toshinori, it was no surprise this day had hit so hard. Sadly, Shouta knew there wasn’t much he could do beyond nudging Hizashi to slow down and rest once he burned himself out completely, stubborn bastard that he was. 

Besides, for as much as he would love for Hizashi to go home and rest, going about his day as normally as possible was probably helping. Hizashi’s routines kept him present, and that, at least, was better than letting him get lost in his memories.

Just as they reached the staff lounge with Hizashi starting to open the door, Shouta spoke up, “Oh, yeah. By the way, Nemuri already knows. She’s worried about you.” The look of betrayal was almost enough to have Shouta burst out laughing. Instead he just watched as the door was jerked open the rest of the way, Nemuri standing in the doorway with a far too dramatic look of pity. 

“Hi-chan we were so worried about you!” The look of disgust on Hizashi’s face had Shouta grinning, almost giving in and laughing himself when he heard a startled snort of laughter from Toshinori at the desks. “Aw, c’mon, Hi-chan, aren’t we friends?”

‘You’re dead to me,’ Hizashi signed simply, slipping around her and heading towards their desks. Shouta noticed the other teachers didn’t make so much as a comment, giving Hizashi his space. Even Nemuri knew when to draw the line, careful not to touch Hizashi or smother him as she instead hovered a few feet away, cooing and making comments about how worried she was. 

“Really, Hi-chan, you can’t worry your boys like this! Shouta is already one nervous breakdown away from being holed up in a psych ward, and poor Yagi-san isn’t used to dealing with your cavalier attitude towards death!” Nemuri pouted and Shouta wavered between the decision of responding or saying nothing. The second one hurt, but at least it wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. 

Before he could truly decide, Nemuri was perking up, “Oh, hang on! I have the cutest pictures of some Present Mic fans I saw on my patrol the other day.” With that she was rushing away towards her phone, Shouta taking the chance to give Hizashi a soft squeeze to his wrist. 

“How are you doing?” The twisted, unhappy expression was answer enough, he supposed. “Better or worse than this morning?”

Hizashi was quiet for a moment, hands still before he finally moved to sign, ‘It was worse earlier. It’s not better than how I was this morning, but it’s at least gotten less worse.’ Hizashi paused, nose scrunching up for a moment. ‘So yes to both?’ 

Shouta rolled his eyes, watching as Toshinori snorted before rolling his chair in closer and holding out a small, bite-sized sushi piece with his chopsticks. Shouta didn’t have the heart to tell him that Hizashi would probably wiggle his way out of eating anything no matter what tricks were used. Already Hizashi was in the middle of signing, ‘Thanks, but I’m not really hungry.’ 

“How wonderful for you that I just need a taster, then,” Toshinori chirped, Shouta almost able to see the stubborn stance he was taking. “Aizawa-san refuses to eat what I make after last time. Something about how a man with no stomach shouldn’t be making food for others.”

While Hizashi gave Shouta a rather judgmental look, Toshinori winked from slightly behind him with a grin curling on his lips. Whoever said the Number One Hero couldn’t be devious had never met the man, Shouta decided. Still, he at least could play his part if needed. “‘S not like I’m wrong, am I? The last thing you made almost killed whoever ate it. Midoriya only survived because he can’t handle so much as the thought of upsetting you.”

“I’ll have you know that Young Midoriya asked for seconds,” Toshinori grumbled, waving the sushi piece in front of Hizashi. “And I’ll have you know that I’ve improved since then. As Mic-san will be happy to verify, yes?”

‘Well, I do love proving Shouta wrong,’ Hizashi signed, exhaustion still weighing him down, but humor making him appear a bit softer. ‘Do your worst!’ 

“Thank you for agreeing to try all six of my samples today,” Toshinori said solemnly, Hizashi opening his mouth to argue before he was bitterly eating the sushi piece that had been shoved into his mouth. Shouta was quick to duck his head into his binding cloth so Hizashi didn’t see his smile.

Shouta had no doubt in his mind that Hizashi knew exactly what Toshinori was doing, but it spoke volumes of how close the both of them had grown to the man when Hizashi didn’t put up any sort of fight. Toshinori, on his part, was distracting Hizashi with babble about anything and everything that crossed his mind, Hizashi eating the fourth piece while barely realizing he was actually eating. 

“I see things are going well.” Nemuri’s soft voice had Shouta glancing up to see the woman giving an actual smile. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen our loud little idiot manage to eat on a bad day. Do you think Yagi-san has some mind control power he hasn’t been telling us about?”

Shouta snorted, leaning back in his seat, “It’s less that and more the fact that ‘Zashi had a hero-worship phase over All Might for a couple of years. He’s been trying to get him on his radio show for the last five years.” The ugly snort that Nemuri let out had Toshinori and Hizashi glancing over to them, Toshinori looking curious and Hizashi looking suspicious. 

‘What are you two scheming about over there now?’ Hizashi signed, Shouta not sure if he had even realized he was doing it. Sign language had always been more of a first language to Hizashi than anything else, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to switch to that as bad days dragged on. ‘Stop scheming! The school can’t handle it!’

“We’re not scheming,” Shouta waved him off lazily, sharp grin growing on his face. “I was just telling Nemuri about that time we were around… twenty-four? Twenty-five?” The suspicious look on Hizashi’s face didn’t leave and Shouta let his grin grow wider. “A certain popular hero’s return to Japan-” 

The noise of outrage was a better sound than Shouta would have expected, Shouta nodding along as Hizashi ranted in sign language, a spark of life burning in his eyes. Considering the way of the world, Shouta couldn’t do much to stop Hizashi’s bad days no matter how hard he tried. He could lessen them if nothing else, at least. 

By the time lunch drew to a close and Hizashi was escaping to go prepare for his next class -- and no doubt hide in his office for a short time -- the man had managed to eat five pieces of sushi and had even drank half a cup of water. Toshinori looked discouraged and Shouta was giving him a nudge with his foot, rolling the chair back an inch or two, “Hey. Stop pouting.”

“I just…” Toshinori trailed off, no doubt a million words at the tip of his tongue before he sighed and gave a rueful grin. “I suppose I just worry. Relationships in general have always been a difficult area for me, but with other pro heroes? It’s…”

“Nerve wracking?” Shouta guessed, smiling when Toshinori groaned out his agreement. “Well… I’m not sure how to solve that problem, but you really have helped. On days like this Hizashi usually doesn’t eat at all. The fact you got him to eat as much as you did?” Shouta lowered his voice, foot reaching out to hook around Toshinori’s and drag both him and his chair closer. “You’re doing good, Toshi.” 

A sweet flush appeared on the man’s cheeks, Shouta not bothering to hide his grin as the man cleared his throat and tried to get himself back together. “We- Well. Be that as it may, it’s still worrying. Is there a reason he doesn’t eat? Specifically?” 

Shouta tilted his head back and forth, thinking it over and remembering other bad days where Hizashi had barely even been responsive for the entire day, “It changes, I think. Sometimes his anxieties and worries get the best of him and he gets nauseous at so much the idea of eating. Other times, like today, I think…” 

A deep sigh left him before he could stop it, Shouta looking up to see Toshinori’s expression waver between concern and dawning horror and understanding. “He can’t handle the idea of anything blocking his throat, can he?”

“I don’t know how much he’s told you about his early childhood, but it wasn’t a good one,” Shouta said bluntly, meeting Toshinori’s gaze and softening his words at the care and concern he saw there. “You’re a media hero. You know even better than I do how aggressive people can become when it comes to certain quirks -- to quirks that they consider dangerous.”

Shouta looked down at his desk, bitter laugh leaving him as he half-shook his head, “Then again, you media heroes sometimes don’t see just how fucked up the average civilian could be. Always focused on those villains trying to end the world.”

“Even the media heroes see the darkness in the everyday parts of the world,” Toshinori said quietly, Shouta hating how old and worn he sounded. It was easy to forget, when talking with kind and soft-spoken Toshinori, that he had been the Number One Hero for years. “We all have bad days where our mistakes and fears trail our every step, waiting to trip us up and sending us crashing back into that darkness that we try so hard to pretend isn’t there. That we try so hard to hide from the public.

“I wish I could say that I had no idea what he’s going through,” Toshinori continued, gaze hard when he met Shouta’s. “I wish I could tell you that we live in a world where I can’t fathom something so cruel, but that’s not the world we live in. I won’t ask you to tell me his story. He’ll tell me when he’s ready, but I know enough to understand how hard these sorts of days are for him.” 

Shouta stared at Toshinori for a long moment, mulling over his words and expression before leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the hero’s lips. The muffled sound of surprise easily faded into a soft sigh, Shouta finally pulling back to give Toshinori a grin, “Damn. Forgot how much of a hero you were for a second.”

The burst of loud and bright laughter had Shouta falling a little bit more in love, the same way he felt whenever he heard Hizashi’s bright, bubbling giggles. The familiar feelings were enough to soften any embarrassment of the other teachers who he knew were looking over at them. A sharp glare sent them scattering, at least, Shouta only turning back when he felt Toshinori lightly tap against his cheek.

The man’s laughter had faded away, a more serious expression left in its place, “I can guess the worst of what might have happened, but can you share anything else I might need to know?” Hm. A good question, really. It was also amusing to see how damn sincere Toshinori looked, eyes narrowed and determined. 

Leaning back, Shouta ran over what he wanted to say in his head for a few moments before finally speaking, “He’ll be using sign language a lot today. He’s terrified of anything that could stop him from talking, but he’s also afraid to talk.” Some people never understood that part, but Toshinori only nodded as if he had expected it. “He has this… I’m not sure how to explain it. He likes it quiet on days like this, but he can’t handle it being silent.” 

Toshinori nodded slowly, lips pursed in thought, “I believe I understand. He wants control over the situation, but he doesn’t want to deal with the possibility of being alone. As with speaking or not speaking, considering what you’ve told me, that makes all too much sense. He typically stays home on days like these?”

“Rarely,” Shouta sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck and closing his eyes for a moment. “Leaving him alone with his thoughts is probably the worst thing we can do, and it does help him sometimes when he’s able to keep to his usual routines.” At least it did until those routines caused him more stress than help, just like it was no doubt doing today.

It was true that Hizashi worked multiple jobs, but he typically didn’t have to do intensive work for all three of those jobs in a single day. It was their kind of luck that one of Hizashi’s nightmare-triggered episodes had occurred on a day as busy as it was going to be. Shouta should have pushed harder for him to stay at home, but the man would have thrown a fit about the possibility of all three of them missing work.

“I would have been happy to call us in,” Shouta explained, looking back at Toshinori. “But on days like this, when he has too much to do, he tries to pretend everything is fine even when we all damn well know it’s not.” 

“No one ever said emotions were a simple thing, Aizawa-san,” Toshinori chuckled softly, standing to begin collecting the remains of their lunches. “Sign language, quiet but not silence, nothing blocking his throat-” Toshinori snapped his mouth shut, looking up with a mild look of alarm. 

Shouta could tell what it was about immediately, releasing an aggravated sigh and answering before Toshinori could ask, “Yes, his damn support equipment can make it worse sometimes, but he refuses to ever take it off when he’s ‘supposed’ to wear it.” He had at least had it off when he had been resting in Recovery Girl’s office, but Shouta knew Hizashi would be trying to keep his equipment on as much as possible. Honestly, the idiot thought too little of himself and his control. “He’s too damn stubborn for his own good.”

“At least he’s in good company,” Toshinori teased, laughing at whatever expression Shouta threw at him. “He’ll be at his agency today as well, yes?”

“No patrol,” Shouta reassured quickly. “But yeah, he usually goes in to make sure everything’s running smoothly and deal with any paperwork he needs to handle. He checks up on the interns and sidekicks, too.” Having an idea of what Toshinori was planning, Shouta gave a soft huff of laughter. “He goes there directly after school before his shift at the radio station.”

“Perfect,” Toshinori chirped, throwing lunch remains away and putting away utensils before he was placing a quick kiss against the top of Shouta’s head, voice soft and warm when he spoke. “Stop being so hard on yourself, Shouta. He couldn’t be in better hands with you at his side.”

Shouta scoffed, hating the heat he felt in his cheeks as he buried his way into his binding cloth and stood up. “Damn cheats, the both of you.” The loud, bright laugh had Shouta releasing a small breath, tension draining out of him. 

He would always worry about Hizashi on his bad days -- he had since the two of them had been teenagers with dreams too big and hopes too bright. It was good to know, however, that Hizashi would always have more than just him in his corner. 

Besides, Shouta mused, he had a feeling that Hizashi didn’t mind all that much having All Might standing behind him. He no doubt minded Yagi Toshinori even less.